Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - Think About The Place Where You First Met Me
Renaie Shortrith
((Crawl Space, The Lid, Moon Sigma in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Rurat'dari: ::pretending to care:: Don't cover mine, I'm expected here.
T'Fearne: And have you give our position away? No!
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.
O’Connor: :: blows out a long breath:: Agreed.
Rurat'dari: ::To herself:: I'm glad they don't know about the power source yet…
Shortrith: How far away are we from the life sign?
Wren: I think… We should be right on top of it in about twenty feet. oO So what, do we just drop down into a firefight? If I can find a way to fix our commbadges, I might be able to get back into contact with the Ronin and get a quick transport, but… Oo I’m doing what I can to diminish our life signatures. I don’t know exactly what’s tracking us, but I’ve managed to disguise us as non-humanoids.
T'Fearne: Good thinking, Ensign.
O’Connor: ::he whispered back:: So almost right below?
oO Rust. Oo
Shortrith: ::stressed:: Well, we need to move faster!
Rurat'dari: ::to herself:: We're getting near the plant… I know we are.
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
O’Connor: Just keep watching where you're go….
O'Connor stoped speaking as he half-fell through the duct. Renaie would have had a solid grip on his hand, were it not for the Jem'Hadar being between them and O'Connor.
Rurat'dari: That's the pathway to the plant.
oO What does she mean??? Oo
Wren: O’Connor!
Shortrith: Are you okay?
O’Connor: Ahhh, help. I’m falling.
Rurat'dari: He's falling into the corridor heading toward the reactor.
T'Fearne: ::glaring angrily at the Jem’Hadar:: Would you be silent and help us pull! ::Small gloved hands clamping around Orion's forearm:: We’ve got you, Ian. Hold on.
Wren: Everyone back up! The tunnel is losing stability, we’re g-Oh
Shortrith: Hold on, I'll slide down.
Renaie had their hands on the somewhat smoother parts of the duct, and mustering the strength with their good arm, they landed to the side of the others.
Wren: Is everyone alright?
T'Fearne: ::sharp gasp, calling out:: Ian!
The Jem’Hadar scientist was already standing over O’Connor’s unmoving form.
T'Fearne: ::angrily:: Step away from him!
Renaie pushed beside the Jem'Hadar and immediately crouched next to O'Connor.
Shortrith: Let me help him. Move.
Rurat'dari: Kanagar what are you doing-
oO Who's Kanagar? Oo
Renaie glanced up to notice someone fire shots towards those in the duct.
oO Wren's there. Oo
Rurat'dari: He's heading towards the plant.
Wren: Why was he trying to attack us? ::glancing downwards to O’Connor, clearly uncomfortable seeing him like that:: I- ::sighs:: I’m going to try and send out a communication. Our badges may be down, but if we can reach the Ronin, we can get O’Connor out of here quickly. ::pulling out her PADD and plugging it into a wall console::
oO Okay, I need to help him as fast as I can first.
Wren: What is all this? ::showing it to the others::
T'Fearne: Renaie, can you stop the bleeding?
Shortrith: ::Firmly:: I'll do what I can, T'Fearne. He's in safe hands.
Rurat'dari: If you must know, we developed a link, a tunnel, a gateway, to an alternate Ross-580, if that's what you call it. This wasn't the Lattice Alliance. This was us.
Renaie tensed, working silently to patch O'Connor back up. Removing their Battlefield Trauma Kit once again, they continued working.
Rurat'dari: This was me.
oO WHAT? Oo
Wren: ::more coldly than usual, trying to staunch her own worries:: What do you mean it was you?
Shortrith: You… You were one of the people who made this? Your coworkers died! You got yourself injured! What were you thinking?!
T'Fearne: Is it dangerous? Could it have caused… this? We need to know why you did this.
Rurat'dari: HOW COULD I EVER TRUST YOU? My people have been at war with yours for decades, how could I ever trust your lot with the knowledge that I found? I can barely trust the Administrator with this information, lest he tell the Alliance!
Renaie noticed the Ensign reaching for her phaser, and to be honest, they couldn't blame her.
Wren: ::nearing the end of her rope:: This place is falling apart. Whether you like it or not, the only way to save the data you’ve gathered is if you trust us. You can’t preserve any research if the place has collapsed!
T'Fearne: She makes an excellent point. We are here to provide aid.
T'Fearne produced the last three transport enhancers from their gear, holding them toward Rurat’dari.
T'Fearne: Here, you get these set up in a pattern around the Lt. Cmdr. Wren, try and get a signal through. ::firmly:: We are leaving together shortly.
She put as much steadiness into her voice as she could manage.
Shortrith: Please. We need all the help we can get.
Renaie noticed the Jem'Hadar shaking a little.
oO Is she going to collapse? Oo
Rurat'dari: ::sighing:: Okay, if you say so.
As she and the Jem’Hadar went about positioning the enhancers in a triangle around Ian and Renaie, Wren somehow managed to get a signal to connect through to the ship.
Wren: ::calmer:: Listen, I understand where you’re coming from. I know how it feels to spend so much time trying and failing to build something, but if you don’t trust us to get you out of here, that research either dies with you, or it’s taken over by someone else for their own purposes.
T'Fearne: So this passage leads to a device capable of bridging to an alternate universe? What exactly was its intended purpose?
Rurat'dari: That… is classified.
oO Seriously? Oo
Shortrith: If you don't tell us, we won't be able to help you.
A loud beep emanated from T'Fearne's PADD, causing Renaie to jump slightly.
Wren: We should have communication with the Ronin and the other teams again.
Shortrith: ::Exhaling:: Let's head home.
Rurat'dari: If you say so… but this won't be home.
T’Fearne straightened as much as her injured ribs allowed.
T'Fearne: =/\= Ronin, this is Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Fearne. We have an injured officer, radiation contamination, and possible hostile presence in our vicinity. ::she didn’t look at Rurat’dari:: Request extraction for five. Transport when you have a lock.=/\=
Ronin: =/\=Acknowledged, Lieutenant. Stand by for transport. =/\=
Shortrith: As soon as we get back, I'm taking you all to sickbay.
Rurat'dari: What's going to happen to me?
Wren: Response
T'Fearne: You’re not getting left behind today.
Shortrith: I'll treat your radiation poisoning.
Rurat'dari: I don't have-
Shortrith: Yes. You do.
Renaie exhaled for a second.
Shortrith: I picked up the radiation on my tricorder when I first saw you. ::pauses for a second:: anyway, we're going home, and we're taking you with us.
Wren: Response
Renaie noticed T'Fearne had a faint smile on her face, and smiled back at her.
T'Fearne: Yes, we are.
The transporter shimmer began, glittering motes dancing upward around them. Just before the room dissolved completely, she thought she saw movement — a small figure sprinting out of the corridor toward them.
((Transporter Room, Deck 06, USS Ronin))
The subsurface chamber vanished, replaced by the sterile brightness as one of USS Ronin's transporter rooms resolved around them.
As if knowing they were safe, Renaie relaxed a little before stepping off the transporter pad.
T’Fearne: Did we… did we get everyone?
Shortrith: Yeah, I've got O'Connor. ::conducting a quick headcount:: Yeah, that's everyone.
Renaie paused to breathe.
Shortrith: =/\= Shortrith to Sickbay, I'm on my way with injured crew. =/\= ::To the others:: Come on, let's get you patched up.
Wren: Response
[Tags/End scene for Renaie and 'dari]Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
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