Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - Through Fire and Storm
Renaie Shortrith
((OOC: 'dari sim coming tomorrow or sunday (feel free to loop her), and Renaie's reactions are because they're stressed and high on adrenaline, not my opinions.))
((Reactor Room, The Lid, Moon Sigma in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Rurat'dari: What was that?
O’Connor: ::looking at ‘dari but patting Wren on shoulder.:: Effective.
They all stepped back into the hallway and O'Connor closed the door.
O’Connor: ::looking a T’Fearne:: See if you can get it to hold.
Shortrith: I… I don't know, actually. But it may have worked.
Renaie felt the adrenaline flow through their veins, immediately reaching for their medkit on the ground with their foot to try at least to heal themself.
oO I'll probably need a new uniform. Oo
Rurat'dari: ::about the Tholians:: I was hoping to avoid that.
O’Connor: We don’t always get what we want.
T'Fearne: Weapons interference looks environmental to me. Either radiation, temporal distortion… maybe both.
Wren: ::Tapping at her PADD:: It seems that the lingering radiation in that room overloaded our weapons’ power-cells. If you do a quick reset, it should go back to normal… Guess you just have to turn it on and off again?
Renaie continued applying pressure to the wound, shuffling the Battlefield Trauma Kit towards their arm with their foot. Leaning their injured arm on their leg for pressure, they picked up the kit with their right hand.
Shortrith: ::slightly out of it:: Huh?
Rurat'dari: The Alliance knows you're here.
O’Connor: Yeah, and it won’t matter that we just want to help.
Renaie nodded through the light-headedness, mentally calculating everything that was going on.
T'Fearne: If this is a secret Lattice Alliance controlled facility…that would explain the presence of Tholians, actually…::looking young, but determined:: speed has become a priority. I recommend we grab any remaining personnel on our way out before this becomes a containment situation.
Shortrith: ::Grimacing, slightly sarcastic:: Lovely.
oO On a scale of one to ten, my friend, we're screwed… Oo
Rurat'dari: What's your next move?
O'Connor: There is still another technician near here. Definitely Bajoran life sign. We’d have to get past those Tholians though. Ideas?
oO We need to get that person out of here. Oo
T'Fearne: We do what the Tholians are likely doing. We take an alternate route. ::pointing at the wall:: Structural crawlspaces or maintenance conduits. My current… reduced stature may actually be advantageous.
Renaie noticed T'Fearne glancing at them, worried. They waved to her that they were okay.
Wren: A structural crawlspace might be our best bet here. There’s more room, meaning the Tholians would be able to follow us if they know we’re there, but it would allow us a little more space to get out of the way if an eddy comes through. ::walking over and rapping up and down on the nearest wall a few times, moving a little further down the hall::...... Here, this looks like a storage hatch. If we take out the inner wall, we should be able to get into the crawlspace. Though the interior might be damaged.
Shortrith: If it's what we've gotta do, it's what we've gotta do.
Renaie noticed Rurat'dari's silence, and raised an eyebrow.
O’Connor: Maybe, that’s a lot of crawling through rubble though.::to Shortrith:: You gonna be able to? or do you need to head back to the Creche? It’s ok either way.
Wren: It’ll be a bit of a tight fit, but if one of us goes in front and clears any debris and rubble, it shouldn’t be too bad…
Renaie would walk through hell to save someone, even if it meant they get injured. Even though they were injured, it shouldn't stop them.
oO I can't let it stop me. Oo
Renaie sighed.
oO My injury will be fine. I'll treat it if it gets worse. Oo
Shortrith: I should be fine. I need to help this person.
Rurat'dari: Response
O’Connor: All right then. :: points forward with the mop:: Let’s go.
Renaie stepped out of the way as the others opened the lid for the space.
T'Fearne: ::swallowing:: I’ll take the forward defencive position.
oO I don't want anyone else to get hurt. Oo
Wren: ::stepping back to let her through:: Careful, there might be some loose pieces of metal in there. I’ll keep an eye on the Bajoran life-sign.
((Crawl Space, The Lid, Moon Sigma in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Renaie slid into the space between T'Fearne and Rurat'dari, using their elbow instead of their forearm as an anchor point, at least on the left side.
Wren: ::pausing at a small collection of wires::.... This looks like a lighting system. Hang on, I can give us ::fiddles with it until the lights dimly turn on:... there we go.
Shortrith: Neat, thanks.
They prepared to crawl faster if needed.
Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
T'Fearne: Commander? If another temporal shear hits…::beat:: Please try to avoid it. I draw the line at taking orders from someone in an infant waste-containment garment.
Renaie allowed themself a smirk.
Wren: ::Trying not to laugh:: What about a geriatric patient?
Shortrith: ::smiling slightly:: We'd be able to understand him better if that were the case.
Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
They came to a fault in the crawlspace. A rent in the tunnel that faint light filtered through.
T'Fearne: ::whispering:: The tunnel ahead appears structurally compromised. Turn off your lights and go very slow and quiet.
Wren: ::uncoiling herself:: This damage looks new, there’s no rust or ageing on the metal that I can see, though I’m without a tricorder at the moment.
Shortrith: ::whispering:: I'd suggest we be careful.
T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Renaie paused for a moment as Wren seemed to begin speaking.
Wren: Drones. The Tholians have drones that can cut through metal-
oO You're only telling us this now??? Oo
Not even a second after Wren spoke, a large crack echoed through the tunnel - the stone ceiling about three metres away from them cracked open, and started to crumble. And…
oO Blaster fire. Oo
Shortrith: What's going on???
T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Wren: ::trying not to panic:: Keep moving! ::struggling to take out her PADD:: I need a way to mask our bio-signatures, but it’ll take about five minutes!
The adrenaline that was already in Renaie's bloodstream ran more intense, their heartbeat echoing in their ears.
Shortrith: Do it quickly!
T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Wren: ::Curse word that is redacted by the translator::
oO Why is that still on? I'm assuming she's speaking in the Betazoid language, and she's swearing. Oo
Shortrith: Yeah, that's how we're all feeling.
T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: How far away are we from the life sign?
Wren/T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
oO Rust. Oo
Shortrith: ::stressed:: Well, we need to move faster!
Wren/T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: If we keep moving, we'll be able to avoid this tunnel getting destroyed, and help the person.
oO Hopefully after that we'll be able to make it back to the shuttle, and possibly back to the Ronin. Oo
Wren/T'Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
[Tags/TBC]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
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