Lt. Haukea-Willow: The Guardian Part 2
Aly Drolet
OOC: Cut information such as thoughts or commline narration that Haukea would not be able to hear or see.
((Deck 4, Main Shuttlebay, USS Narendra))
Metet: Perhaps we should transport some of the critical ones straight there.
Haukea prided herself on being able to hold, agree and contend with two opposing opinions simultaneously. In this instance, in her position as the chief security officer, who took crew safety nearly entirely personally, she sensed the fundamental truth behind not attending medical, on the off chance, since such a location was the origin of the Romulan computer interference, that such individuals were unworthy of their loyalty; which was to say, the exact individuals who had in fact near imperceptibly tampered with their computers. However, it was hard, as a former crisis response officer, for her to separate herself from the desire to attend to the physiological and psychological requirements of even her own worst enemy.
Unlike before, before their change of course in order to greet them, Haukea would have strongly considered against it, having medical officers attend to the Romulan crew outside of medical. Yet, now, having come back to her senses, her typical logical style, hardly knew which was principal as the two opinions danced about her consciousness.
Willow: The journey isn’t long. We can have our doctors decide if it’s best to transport your crew to our facilities.
Once again, for the third or fourth time, the USS Narendra vibrated. The security chief widened her stance, preparing in some way as if she was surfing, which she was considerably proficient at, having lived her whole life on Risa, a modified tropical planet containing a significant amount of salted H2O.
Brynn: Everyone okay?
McLaren: That one felt personal…
Metet: ::Stabilising himself:: I am glad the major of the unwell crew made it safe to sickbay.
Willow: Much like riding the breakers at Suraya Bay.
It was hard to say if another was to come in quick succession.
Brynn: What’s going on here?
McLaren: I don't know but feels like another large one is comin--
Metet: Hopefully that was the last one.
Willow: ::audible, yet at a whisper:: Who’s to say.
Solaris’ statement cut off, Metet coming in on her tail. Yet, what truly cut the other woman off was an announcement from her combadge.
Foster: =/\= Foster to McLaren. Sickbay wants to know if we should prepare to check our guests? =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Yea Wyn... we're actually on our way there now--- =/\=
The vibration was akin to a large wave, coming straight at you, surfboard and all, causing instability, a leap off the unstable surface of the board, into the breaker. Metaphor and all, Solaris’ feet floated above the deck, hung before crashing into the deck plating into a rather unsatisfying heap, groaning. Haukea, having found herself growing accustomed to the vibrations, handled it with practiced ease; it reminded her of the waves at Suraya bay, home, strangely; not that she felt all together entirely stable.
McLaren: Ok... I could really do without another one of those. Everyone ok?
Metet: I am fine thank you.
Ridding herself of such nostalgic memories, Haukea, with a practiced eye, not having a tricorder, which she would have let do the investigation, rule three, caught out of the corner of her gaze, Metet stuffing an unidentifiable object out of view. In caution, Haukea unhooked her own phaser, moving it into a more easily accessible location.
Willow: I have sustained no physical injuries.
Brynn: Response
Though crouching, low on her toes, Haukea settled herself before Solaris and Brynn - worse for wear - as was her duty, guarding them.
McLaren: Lieutenant, you good?
Brynn: Response
Metet: Is there anything I can do to help?
Certainly not. Though she could hardly turn Metet away at such a crucial time.
Willow: Not now. ::Considering it better not to unfortunately snap, she changed her tone:: The gesture is well met, appreciated.
Haukea, still low, maneuvered herself into a position in which she could easily observe both Solaris, as she too maneuvered herself to attend to Brynn, and hold a watchful eye on Metet. Until they were in a more optimal location, preferably a conference room, Haukea was to assume the absolute critical case scenario, which meant she was to hold off Metet from interfering with Starfleet officers. Metet certainly was not a prisoner, not now.
The commline conversation came back to full sound, unmuted.
McLaren: =/\= You guys feel that one too? =/\=
Foster: =/\= Yeah, we felt that one. Is your group OK? =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Mostly... Lieutenant Brynn is hurt. Everyone else seems ok. I think we all caught a little air there... looks like she came down harder than the rest of us. =/\=
Foster: =/\= Brynn? That’s concerning, keep her still. I’ll get someone out there, how close are you? =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Deck four, section 47. We were almost to you before that tremor. =/\=
Foster: =/\= Alright you’re close. I’ll come meet you. Wethern and Kel are ready to receive our guests and check them over. =/\=
McLaren: =/\= Alright. We'll be here. =/\=
Haukea was well aware of the necessity to have such a severely injured individual to remain still, laying flat. She, if not officially, would monitor her condition, using her combined field medicine and crisis response training.
McLaren closed the commline. They would be remaining exactly as they were until further notice.
McLaren: Once Wyn gets here, we can go ahead to sickbay while he tends to the lieutenant.
Metet: Excellent I would like to see how my injured crew are.
Not allowing hard pressed emotions to get in the way, Haukea remained practical.
Willow: You will, just not yet. Please stay well back.
Brynn: Response
Metet: Who is this Foster you refer to?
Willow: Our former Chief Medical Officer. ::Practical, yet avoided his current position::
Brynn/McLaren: Response
Metet: Ah I see our own doctor is amongst those injured from the eddy's.
Willow: I can assure you he will receive the highest quality care possible.
Brynn/McLaren: Response
Metet: Response
Willow: However, until Foster arrives, I must reiterate that you are to remain well back from the 1st Lt., McLaren has got it well enough in hand.
Her toes, ankles, the muscles surrounding the top of her feet, beginning to ache from the stress of such a prolonged crouch, she stood, stance once again wide, hands on hips, covering her phaser. She was wary, being only one of less than a handful of individuals to be in contact with the Romulan beside her. She could not take any chances, not now, not ever; more when one of her own was injured. If McLaren ordered otherwise, now, currently, she was likely to counter the opinion, matters of security taking president.
Brynn/McLaren: Response
Metet: Response
Willow: You mean well. I am merely under oath from my position, you see. ::That was one clever way to state it was part of her own duty position, hopefully he would understand::
Brynn/McLaren: Response
Metet: Response
Lt. Haukea-Willow
Chief of Security - Crisis Response
Starbase 118 Ops
M239512BG0
Ad Astra Per Aspera/To The Stars With Difficulty - Una Chin-Riley
