Lt. JG Om-Zora - Compartmentalization
Ace Christensen
((Corridor Near Workerbee Shuttlebay, Deck 3, Section A47, USS Compass Rose))
The doc nodded and slapped at her combadge. Om-Zora put his own phaser away, one that was simply the standard phaser. In this case, he would take the risk. He was a fairly quick draw if he needed to be. Working on Vulcan ships with very efficient Vulcans as co-workers gave one a multitude of chances to learn how to be equally efficient. Because it was logical.
Syrex: =/\= We’re on our way, Captain. Hang tight =/\=
Holley: ::strained:: =/\= Okay. I’ll… be here. =/\=
It sounded like it was all getting to her. She sounded pained, she sounded aggrieved, scared… and underneath all that, she sounded exhausted.
Deacon: I suggest we get up there and get moving.
Om-Zora: Agreed.
Holley: =/\= Should I… do something to make this easier? =/\=
Frost tapped his combadge.
Deacon: Just stay right where you are cap, we’ll be to you in a jiffy.
Om-Zora noted Syrex’s deep breath. Likely stress, but he still kept an eye close. Fatigue, high stress… it could just as easily become something else if she ever became compromised.
As the comms briefly quieted he spoke.
Om-Zora: She sounds like she is quite far in this process.
oO I hope it’s not too late for her. Oo
Om-Zora followed as Frost led the group to the nearest turbolift, and nodded as he motioned for both himself and Syrex to go in first. Based on stance, and of course the fact it was his job, he seemed to be acting as a shield. Bless his heart, considering he couldn’t shield Om-Zora quite as easily as he stood at 7 feet tall even in an EV suit. He decided he’d give Frost the benefit of ducking a little if it came to it.
Deacon: All in…
Syrex: Yup…
Om-Zora simply made a small sound of acknowledgement. He knew the asking the obvious was a human quirk to fill the silence in tough moments. In some ways, he missed the Vulcan heavy crews for the fact they didn’t seem to need to. But he let it pass. More concerned that Syrex seemed… off. She’d been seeming a little off. He decided he’d quietly make sure she hadn’t been contaminated at some point. But no need to cause a panic. They had a patient to get to.
((Timeskip- Deck 1, Bridge, USS Compass Rose))
Om-Zora glanced over to Alyndra as he heard her commbadge go off.
Kel: =/\= Kel to Syrex. Are you still headed for the bridge? =/\=
Syrex answered communication as the turbo-lift moved up through the ship.
Syrex: =/\= Aye, Commander. We are in the turbolift now =/\=
Kel: =/\= Be advised, the internal sensors are showing a space we can't scan in the conference room off the bridge. Could be nothing but use caution. I'm going to move to the outrigger to check some similar spots there.
Syrex: =/\= Acknowledged, we’ll check it out. =/\=
Just as she finished her sentence, the lift stopped, and the doors slowly opened in response to the button pushing. As the door opened, a bright red light flooded into the capsule.
Deacon: Captain? Captain Holley? This Lieutenant Frost, we’re here to assist you. Can you give me an idea of how you are so that you can be treated accordingly?
Syrex: Treated accordingly? We have one patient, Lieutenant. We don’t need to triage this.
Om-Zora could almost laugh. Almost. He didn’t, he did see why Lieutenant Frost was asking, and he saw that she was still mostly calm as she said it. And then softened more as she turned to their ensign, who was on the ground very near the Captain’s chair. Still, he did quietly do a scan of Syrex while he was at it. As far as he knew, though he didn’t know her well and was willing to be wrong, he didn’t think she was the sort to brush off someone’s attempt at helping a person in need the way she just had. And he wanted to make sure there were no surprise leaks in her EV suit. Very quickly, he knew her EV suit was fine. Which meant her slightly altered state was something else. Perhaps stress. Perhaps something else.
oO Interesting. Oo
He’d ask her when they didn’t have an active patient here. Because Alyndra still seemed capable at the moment. But he’d keep an eye out if she started seeming to have more issues. If nothing else, there was some luck in the fact that he was also an experienced medical officer. He could help both of them if he needed, and he could guide a hand if it was necessary.
Syrex: How are you, Captain? Are you injured? Do you need anything? I’m Alyndra, we spoke on the comm, and my team, along with myself. We’re here to help. However we can.
Holley: Response
Deacon: ::under his breath:: It’s called protocol. ::louder:: I’ll take a look around, don’t need any surprises.
He almost sighed, he was only a JG, but even the higher-ranked officers needed encouragement now and then. Om-Zora could be… decent when he decided to be. Even if his tone was more monotone than he might have been trying for, a force of habit, he really was trying this time. He hoped that detail, and his lower ranking status, wouldn’t come off as entirely condescending. It was one of the few times he didn’t actually want to be.
Om-Zora: Thank you, Lieutenant Frost. I trust you’ll keep us safe.
Syrex: Who’s your friend?
Om-Zora looked over to the main chair. It was a dead body, and one that was, at least by his readings, ready to fall apart somehow. And he wondered how many times Ensign Holley had seen that happen at this point.
And Georgia Holley looked over, too. As much as she was an adult, she was young, and looked so worn down for someone so young. So all he could see was a scared, dying child, and the piece of him that had chosen a career in helping sick people before this felt truly shaken. He’d had patients die on him before, he’d had it happen suddenly and a few times in rather unpleasant ways, but never once had he gotten used to the idea of it being someone so young, and under such gruesome circumstances. He’d never become desensitized to seeing an expression of fear and pain like that.
And maybe there was a reason he’d allowed himself to accept the switch to science. Of course, he still had hope for her. She was breathing. She was here. But it didn’t take away the sting of it.
Deacon: Check it out, the security station is still working, it’s locked down at the moment, but that shouldn’t take but a couple of minutes to break the lock from there, we should be able to get a count of everyone on board, and a manifest of life pods that are automatically generated when a pod is launched. It’s to help with Search and Rescue.
He took that as a reason to look away from the ensign before he could get fully emotional, and looked at the security station. He wasn’t as experienced with the operations of it himself, but he could do enough with a guiding hand, and he would help Deacon if it would help the ensign stop looking that upset.
Syrex: Your first name is Georgia, right? May I call you Georgia? I call my captain Karrod, but only because he’s basically my uncle.
Holley mostly just nodded and made a quiet noise of acknowledgement. For whatever reason, she wasn’t seeming as affected by the paranoia as symptoms went. Or perhaps hers was manifesting in a different type of paranoia. Or she was running out of the energy it took to feel more than pain.
He would assume nothing.
Deacon: I’m starting to get readings from around the ship. From what I can tell, there are still about forty people on board. Every escape pod has been jettisoned, and there are only a couple of shuttles left in the shuttle bay. Any particular place you’d like to start?
Om-Zora accidentally looked at Ensign Holley again as she was basically in the same place as Alyndra, and had to do a quick inhale-exhale to mentally brace himself. He was only glad everyone’s attention was not on him to notice it. A very quick and necessary compartmentalization of the feeling that was bubbling in him without his full permission. A compartment he metaphorically closed as quickly as he could to embrace a calm mental tone instead. He could be overwhelmed on his own later if they made it through this, and then he could step out of his quarters after the fact as though it didn’t affect him as much as it did. He was not a victim of this, and he would not allow people to think he was the one who needed help. This person needed them now. And she didn’t need his grief while she was still alive.
Syrex: Can you get a fix on where these people are specifically, Lieutenant? Can we get them to all rendezvous somewhere onboard? With your permission, of course, Captain Holley.
Holley: ::tired:: Y-you have my permission.
Om-Zora: ::gently:: I think that’s a very good decision, Captain.
He didn’t need to reassure her, Alyndra was right there. But he hoped the additional reassurance would help keep her from feeling unsafe with the three of them.
Deacon: I’m working on getting ship-wide comm’s up and running. Internal sensors are iffy at best,
Syrex: Hmm… Om-Zora can we boost power to the internal sensors somehow? Or find some way to clear up the interference?
Om-Zora: I believe so. But given the state of the ship right now, I would imagine the power boost will be minimal, and there will still be some interference.
He could help to do some version of “hotwiring” the power system, and could perhaps try to rewire something to clear up interference. But it was temporary, and he couldn’t do much that was more advanced than that on a ship like this. He wasn’t even sure he could do it well enough for it to matter. He wasn’t as familiar with the inner workings of what was a very big piece of machinery.
It was one of those moments where he was pretty sure Dekas would have been the better pick of Aurelians on the Ronin for this. But he also didn’t think he wanted to know how Dekas would have reacted to seeing Ensign Holley. He was strong-willed and capable, but he’d never been the sort of medical personnel that he or Alyndra were. And as rewarding as it could sometimes be, he would also never wish the feeling of this moment on anyone.
Holley: Response
Frost turned his chair on the security station he’d stationed himself at to focus on Alyndra.
Deacon: What’s the play, Lieutenant?
Syrex: Well, I’d like to get the remaining survivors together on the ship, for that we need internal comms. Then I want to check in with Sickbay, see if they’ve come up with any treatment options for this disease.
Om-Zora: ::nodding:: Logical.
Deacon/Holley: Response
Syrex: Hmm, Commander Kel noted that the briefing room up here was shielded somehow. Maybe it’s deliberate across the ship?
Om-Zora: I think you’re probably right. Given the state of paranoia as a symptom, it wouldn’t surprise me if there are things being kept shielded. Whether or not it makes sense to do so.
It was that or people started assuming something more paranormal. Those types of investigations were a pseudoscience at best, and he was a scientist… not a pseudoscientist.
Deacon/Holley: Response
Syrex: I agree. Om-Zora, see if you can get comms up to the rest of the ship. Lieutenant Frost, I’ll need your perspective on the briefing room, who knows what’s in there.
Om-Zora: Acknowledged.
Deacon/Holley/Syrex: Response
Om-Zora: I will try my best to make this quick.
Deacon/Holley/Syrex: Response
He found a means of getting to the internal part where all the bits and pieces and wires were located and did his best to make himself quickly familiar with schematics on his PADD to fix it. He was grateful he was in an EV suit because it would make him slightly less prone to getting shocked.
He rearranged some things and hoped he’d done so at least well enough to punch some extra power into it.
Om-Zora: ::glancing to Deacon more specifically, but he wasn’t really picky about who answered:: Power boosted. But can anyone tell me if that cleared up any of the interference?
Deacon/Holley/Syrex: Response
Tags/TBC…
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Lt. JG Om-Zora
Science Officer
USS Ronin
J239802D12
Pronouns: They/she (player), He/him (character)