Lt Jg Quentin Beck - Serving in Silence
Quentin Beck
((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Beck: Do you want to hit the Stellar Cartography or the Bridge? I'll go to the other. I was going to just send you to the lab as I already have some experience on the Bridge in a battle situation, but thought I'd give you the option.
Syrex: I’ll take the stellar cartography lab, I have little experience being on the bridge.
Avae/Morgenstern: Response, if any
Quentin nodded, expecting that answer; he likely would have given the same one in her shoes. He considered pointing out it would be good exposure, but she was already on edge about the mission in general he wasn't so sure she'd take well to seeing the action up close.
Beck: Alright, it's a deal. We'll make sure you get up there on some standard patrol days when there's not much going on.
Syrex: Ok, I’m heading out after I’ve sorted this lot out. If you need me, you can reach me via my communicator.
Nodding again, Quentin offered her a slim smile before turning to head towards the exit, raising his good hand to wave slightly.
Beck: Keep up the good work, Grasshopper. And don't let Alieth or Luxa bully you too much.
((Bridge, Deck 3, USS Ronin, A turbolift ride later))
The door for the turbolift parted, depositing the Acting CMO to the left of the primary viewscreen; while he couldn't see what was happening outside, he was immediately concerned by the sight of the Captain already bleeding from his damn forehead and damage control teams putting out fires from several blown consoles and conduits. A quick scan of his eyes showed Quentin that it seemed only Niac and one or two crewmen had been injured and he mentally prioritized checking on them over the rest of the bridge crew.
Tucker: Fire crews are confirming that the fire on deck ten is out. It took two fire teams to put it out.
Quentin could have confirmed that; he'd passed by it on the way, inoculating each member of the fire crew as he went and making sure they would report to Sickbay if they earned any burns in the process. There'd also been a handful of Ensigns in the turbolift when he'd entered, each stopping at a different deck on the way up to the bridge; he inoculated each of them before they could exit the tube.
The tactical console beeped and drew his attention; for once it looked like Kirsty had managed to avoid a concussion, at least so far, but she looked concerned as she studied her readout. Quentin couldn't do much to help with that, so he shifted his focus to doing what he did best as the conversation continued.
Niac: RESPONSE
Carpenter: Y'all didn't see that? The S-Wave it...it broke against something out there. Chief's probes are picking up something too. The profile of a mobile deployment platform. Or maybe, hell, maybe a whole station.
The Doctor approached the two injured crewmen, who had been escorted away from the burning consoles to sit against a bulkhead, and he dropped to one knee as he reached into his coat to pull out the spanking new tricorder he'd finally picked up. Clutching the corner between the metallic fingers of his hook, he used his left hand to engage the scans, then murmured reassurances to them both. Only minor burns for one and they could return to their station immediately. The other needed to report to Sickbay for some additional treatment, but he could give them a painkiller to make the trip easier. He inoculated them both.
Niac/Tucker: RESPONSE
O’Connor: I see it and something else. Actually something elses. It’s splitting apart. Or launching
More proximity alerts started to buzz through multiple bridge consoles at once. Light fighter craft on an intercept course. Quentin recognized the sound of proximity alerts and he glanced over at Ian's console with curiosity before standing to approach the Captain. He didn't bother asking for Niac's permission, instead raising the tricorder to start scanning.
O’Connor: I see dozen or so small craft. Can’t confirm exact number as they are overlapping, and sensors are not anywhere near optimal.
The cut to Niac's scalp was mostly superficial; no sign of concussion, thankfully, which meant no danger of having to argue with him about taking it easy. Quentin knew he'd lose that argument, in any case, but he would have made the Captain work for it and the situation was already strenuous enough. Dropping the tricorder back into his pocket, he pressed the hypo to Karrod's shoulder first for the inoculation, then reprogrammed the hypo and swapped the vials to give him a light painkiller that would help keep his head clear.
Niac/Tucker/Carpenter: RESPONSE
O’Connor: They’re approaching fast and maneuvering in behind. They’re going right for our weak spot.
The injured dealt with, Quentin popped a new vial from the bandolier into the hypospray and started making his way to each of the stations on the bridge. The only potential telepath was one of the crewmen he'd already treated, so he was able to just make a single circuit, one at a time, starting with Ian and making his way around to Tucker at the back.
Niac/Tucker/Carpenter: RESPONSE
O’Connor: Captain. Got an idea. Gonna drop us in backwards right behind Khitomer. Tush to tush.
That earned a snort of amusement from Quentin as he applied the last inoculation to the crewmen manning the environmental controls, who looked a little green in the gills.
Beck: Hey, you doing okay?
Human Crewman: ::nauseous look::
Adjusting the hypo again, he pressed it to the crewman's shoulder.
Beck: This should help settle your stomach and help level things out. You have any more problems, though, you report straight to Sickbay, got it?
The crewman nodded, though already started to look a little relieved.
Niac/Tucker/Carpenter: RESPONSE
Quentin turned to face the Captain.
Beck: Inoculations are underway as we speak. We've split the medical team into groups and they're going deck by deck to get everyone.
Niac/Tucker/Carpenter/O'Connor: RESPONSE
Tag/TBC
Lieutenant JG Quentin Beck
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0