Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - This Isn't The Kind Of Sacrifice You Should Have Signed Up For (Part 2)
Renaie Shortrith
O’Connor: Hold up, cause you’re going to seal it with us on the outside.. There are still additional lifesigns farther into the structure. ::pulls out a mini holographic projector and activates blueprint hologram:: Many sections are collapsed and I think this ::points:: is now some sort of chasm. Getting a few readings from near there. At least one reptilian and one Bajoran…maybe. Also, there are also some even crazier temporal fluctuations. We should probably go check it out. This place will be our fallback point.
He projected the hologram of the facility into the room.
T’Fearne: Agreed, we should keep on mission pulling as many people out as we can. ::stretching her neck up and going on tiptoe to appear taller:: I—remain capable of providing security for this team.
oO I believe in you. Oo
Wren: But what do we do about the babies that are already here? I suppose I could try and find a way to make a mobile forcefield….bowl shape?
O’Connor: Actually, I’ve been working on a temporary idea about that.
He grinned suddenly, placing a small emitter near the playpen.
O’Connor: Activate Emergency Holographic Beck-o-Nanny
A holographic figure flickered into existence. Renaie wondered if it was another one of Beck's holograms, as it looked a lot like him.
EBN: I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. ::a beat:: Hello, Neighbor. How can I be a neighbor for you today?
Wren: Hello!
Renaie simply waved awkwardly.
T’Fearne: ::wincing:: I’m not sure of the quality of those programs—and they are disturbing! We should get the transport enhancers out and see if we can get these babies—-base personnel to the Ronin sickbay, out of harm's way.
Wren: ::Shaking her head to clear it:: We can definitely set up a staggered transport to the Ronin, and leave the Tholian in the hands of the hologram. It shouldn’t be able to hurt him
EBN: Let's put a pin in that for a moment, friends - the more information you give me, the more I can understand what kind of neighbor you really need. So let's make the most of this beautiful day - since we're together, we might as well say…
Shortrith: ::unsure:: Lets go?
oO I have no clue how to deal with this situation. Oo
Safe to say, the EBN wasn't totally happy with their response.
O’Connor: Response
Renaie was slightly annoyed that comms were down for them and they couldn't contact Sickbay, but they had enough faith in the people there to be of good aid.
T’Fearne: Shall we go find the rest before they or we turn into babies?
EBN: Go. I've got this one taken care of for now.
Shortrith: ::genuinely:: Thank you.
O’Connor: Response
((Back in Corridor inside The Lid, Moon Sigma in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Renaie followed the others through the corridor. When they noticed a stressed expression on Wren's face, they put a firm hand on her shoulder in an attempt to be supportive.
T’Fearne: Clear… carefully. :: gesturing for Ian to go first::
The corridors were silent for a few moments until the group stopped, with both Wren and T'Fearne looking like something was wrong.
T’Fearne: Hold on there is someone ahead. ::glancing toward Wren:: Ensign, are you sensing them too?
Wren:.... Actually I’m pretty sure that’s all I can see right now….. And feel. ::feeling her way to the wall:: Give me a second.
Shortrith: I'm gonna hold your arm and guide you, if you don't mind.
O’Connor: Response
((Reactor Room, The Lid, Moon Sigma in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Renaie once again followed the others, their tricorder scanning on maximum sensitivity.
The room was at least a few levels tall, with the curved roof having a burst hole in the centre from the radiation.
Renaie could have sworn that there wasn't anyone there.
At least, until a voice pierced the silence, hostile and suspicious.
Rurat'dari: Who are you?
Renaie paused, realising that despite the slightly masculine voice, it was a feminine Jem'Hadar. They hadn't known much about what the species was like, despite being born in the busiest year of the Dominion War.
T’Fearne: Starfleet, Search and Rescue from the USS Ronin.
O’Connor: Response
Renaie noticed hostility rising from the Jem'Hadar, and they tensed, preparing for emergency aid.
Rurat'dari: What are you doing here?
T’Fearne: ::simply:: People are still alive here.
Wren: ::still not looking:: We’re trying to evacuate any survivors we can find.
Shortrith: We're trying to save who we can.
O’Connor: Response
Renaie stood firm as a tremor shook the building.
Rurat'dari: Why? What's the point?
T’Fearne: ::gently:: You don’t have to handle this alone.
Wren: ::still apart from the group:: This room is mostly clear from the radiation thanks to that containment field. It’s in good shape too. If I had to guess, they used all the remaining energy to form the field, but it won’t last forever. I’d say we have about two hours until it ruptures.
Shortrith: If we evacuate who we can, we can save as many as possible.
T’Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Wren: It’s a bit of a stretch, but that looks like the core at the bottom of the pit. If it’s stable, we might be able to warp it directly into a star. It’ll ignite, and burn up.
Shortrith: What impact will that have on the sector? ::To Rurat'dari:: We're here to help. Two of your colleagues have already likely passed on.
T’Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: The radiation levels are way too high to be safe - what are you even trying to do here?
T’Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Renaie paused. How were they going to tell her that she was likely going to have negative affects of the Sencha waves?
Shortrith: You have to leave. You're going to die if you stay here.
Wren/T’Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: Are your supervisors the Lattice Alliance?
Wren/T’Fearne/Rurat'dari/O’Connor: Response
Renaie grimaced, wondering how they were going to say it.
Shortrith: Let's just say we were almost attacked by some Tholians.
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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