[Repost] Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - People I Need To Help

[Renaie Shortrith]

((OOC: Reposting because I realised I put the wrong location tag - another Ronin Bingo square for me!))

((Shuttlecraft Kepler, Ross-580 system))

Kessler: ::fingers jumping across the console:: Rotating shield harmonics but it does not seem to be helping Commander.

Kel: Keep trying. Maybe increase the deflector output?

Cabin environmental alarms began chiming as radiation levels spiked, passed through the shielding like they didn't even exist.

De La Croix: I must insist we depart with all due speed, conditions are becoming quite hazardous...

O'Connor: Response

When the light dimmed, Renaie glanced toward the front, where Kessler lay unconscious. As if on reflex, Renaie rose from their seat and briskly made their way over to him. They gave him a once-over before turning to the others.

Shortrith: It doesn't look like he's bleeding, thankfully. However, the area is most likely going to bruise at least.

Kel: Dr. La Croix, Hyronalyn all around if you please

Renaie kept their eyes on Kessler as the other doctor dispensed the hyposprays. oO Come on, Lieutenant, you'll be okay. Oo

De La Croix: Of course, Captain, of course, perhaps after I'm done you'd like me to serve a round of gimlets as well?

O'Connor: Response

Shortrith: Can someone pass me my tricorder? I just want to scan him to ensure everything inside is okay.

oO I hope he hasn't got a concussion. I'll see soon enough. Oo

Wren: Here ::holding it out to them:: Sir, our shield is down to six percent, but the noise and lightshow seems to have stopped. No answer to the hail, though…

Kel: Thank goodness for small blessings. Ian route power to the transporters.

De La Croix: Transporters? Through that maelstrom of particle instability? If you're trying to kill whatever is aboard that ship I'm sure there's an easier way.

O'Connor: Response

Shortrith: ::accepting the tricorder:: Cheers.

Kel: ::hapily:: Thank you Dr. La Croix. Ensign Wren can we get a lock on those life forms.

De La Croix: Of course Captain...now if you'd like one of those gimlets you'd just have to show me where the gin is kept aboard this little vessel. Or I suppose vodka would suffice...we are roughing it, after all. Perhaps that little Ferengi could dig it out for us...if someone bothers to let him out of the floor that is.

oO You call this roughing it? It's just another day. Oo

O'Connor: Response

Wren: I'm doing preliminary scans on the object. As far as the computer can tell, it is a ship, but like everything else, the information is jumbled up.

De La Croix: I'm no engineer...thankfully...but I have plenty of experience with experiments that have had...less than ideal outcomes. In my opinion we're looking at some sort of test...and I'm guessing it was a failure. Unless someone around here is trying to invent a new and, admittedly, creative way to die of radiation poisoning.

Shortrith: I'd rather that not be the case, honestly.

O'Connor: Response

Wren: Flight controls have been locked to autopilot, but we're not going anywhere yet. Dr. De La Croix, is Poagie okay?

Renaie raised a slight eyebrow at the other Doctor's actions, but they continued trying to help Kessler.

De La Croix: Seems fine to me dear. Aural overload...quite debilitating for those with overdeveloped lobes. I suspect they'll be up and around...with a sizable headache...in a few minutes.

Kel: Come on. Come on.

Renaie glanced toward the transporter pad, fully ready to run into action, their muscles tensing in anticipation.

De La Croix: Perhaps we should put up some sort of containment field...you know, for...the safety of the crew.

Shortrith: What if the new people need help?

O'Connor: Response

Slowly two beings emerged from the light of the transporter beam. One a Kzinti and the other appeared to be Suliban.

The Kzinti spoke first.

Kzinti: We did not need help. ::coughing eratically::

Wren: well then why are you here??

Kel: Indeed what are you doing in this system.

Suliban: There was ::panting:: an accident.

oO An accident? What went wrong? Who did this? Oo

De La Croix: A failed experiment...who could've possibly suspected such a thing....

Shortrith: There have been lots of failed experiments in these reaches, if memory serves.

O'Connor: Response

To his credit their Captain kept trying to gather pertinent information while Thess's tricorder struggled to make sense of the erratic bioreadings.

Kel: What kind of vessel is this?

De La Croix: And what sort of accident? Our ability to treat you may depend entirely on your answers.

Shortrith: We're here to help.

Wren/O'Connor: Response

Suliban: ::panting:: Not a vessel. ::throwing up:: It's the lid.

oO A lid? Oo

Kel: Dr. Shortirth, see what you can do for him. O'Connor get us back to the Ronin.

Renaie immediately crouched next to the Suliban, scanning with their tricorder while giving him space.

De La Croix: I suppose I'll check on our...other patients. Hopefully the tricorder will be a bit less disagreeable with those two.

Wren: Both engines are receiving now, we should be good to go as long as we don’t push them too hard.

Shortrith: ::To De La Croix, genuinely:: Good luck.

O'Connor: Response

Kel: Well? How are Kessler and Poagie?

Wren: Holding steady. ::looking at the Suliban:: We’re approaching the Ronin now, sir. I’ve sent them an update on our situation, do we need to warp them directly to sickbay?

De La Croix: Mr. Kessler seems to be particularly sensitive to radiation exposure...I'd like to run some followup scans once we're back aboard the ship just to be certain there's no long term mitochondrial damage. It is the warp core of the cell, of course.

Renaie smirked at the last comment, the sentence almost leaving their mouth, drilled in them from Biology classes in high school and university.

De La Croix: This one shouldn't suffer any permanent hearing damage...in no small part due to the Ensign's quick thinking. ::She nodded magnanimously towards Wren:: You should shove people into things more often Ensign, it's clearly working for you. Regardless...they'll be up and around before we get back to the Ronin. They'll just be a bit sensitive to noise for the next few days.

Shortrith: I'll be sure to keep an eye on them while they recover.

Kessler/O'Connor/Kel: Response

Wren: I’ll let them know…. That’s strange… It’s still a little fuzzy, and I can’t glean any details, but the mood on the ship seems to have changed. It feels lighter than before.

Shortrith: … Lighter?

oO What does she mean? I'm still pretty damn tense. Oo

Kessler/O'Connor/Kel: Response

De La Croix: As you wish. I'll make sure all the data I've gathered is properly sorted and organized before sending it along. It's a dreadful jumble right now. I assume those gimlets are still out of the question? Pity.

She clapped her hands and sighed before she began tapping away.

De La Croix: Well, wasn't that just bracing! I must admit to finding this all quite invigorating. ::She glanced down at her boots:: Well, mostly invigorating. Does anyone happen to know a good cobbler in this sector? I find myself in need of one.

Wren: =/\= Kepler to Ronin, we’re docking now. We need an emergency medical transport for three to sickbay, expect a new guest. =/\=

Shortrith: ::to themself:: Let's do this.

Kessler/O'Connor/Kel: Response

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Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD

Acting Chief Medical Officer

USS Ronin

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