Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith & MSNPC Rurat'dari - Let's Get Out Of There
Renaie Shortrith
((OOC: Simming for both in one sim to avoid an overload of tags))
((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: We ::voice cracks:: We’re here to help
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: We just want to help. We need to get everyone out of here.
Renaie stood firm as a tremor shook the building.
O’Connor: It’s obviously not safe. C'mon,, let's get you away from her.
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.
Rurat'dari: ::sternly:: I'm staying here.
Renaie noticed O'Connor getting annoyed, and they slowly started to get annoyed too.
oO Come on, stay calm. Oo
O’Connor: Don’t be crazy. You heard her, we’ve maybe…maybe…got a couple hours.
T’Fearne: 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.
Rurat'dari: So what? The investors don't care.
O’Connor: Maybe they don’t …but we do. No one else needs to die here.
T’Fearne: Response
Shortrith: The radiation levels are way too high to be safe - what are you even trying to do here?
Rurat'dari: We're… experimenting.
T’Fearne/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.
Rurat'dari: No. I'm not leaving. I'm making too much progress.
The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
O’Connor: Oh, for the love of::sighs, catching himself:: C'mon. Experiments over.
Wren: ::clutching her tricorder to her chest:: If…. you give me a minute I can transport your data to our ship from that monitor. It won’t be all of it, but once we’ve looked it over you would still have it.
Rurat'dari: Maybe. But I want all the data.
T’Fearne: Response
Shortrith: Are your supervisors the Lattice Alliance?
If the tension was cake batter, it would have been baked by now.
Rurat'dari: What does it matter to you?
O’Connor: ::glares:: I like to know what we’re dealing with and also it may help us to contain the mess you’ve unleashed.
Wren: ::surreptitiously plugging her PADD into the monitor, hoping she goes unnoticed::..... ::very quietly::... okay… hello there, beautiful, let’s see what we’re working with here….
T’Fearne: Response
Renaie grimaced, wondering how they were going to say it. They noticed they were on the receiving end of an intense glare by the Scientist, so they returned it as a sign they weren't fazed.
Shortrith: Let's just say we were almost attacked by some Tholians.
Rurat'dari: Can neither confirm nor deny.
Renaie rolled their eyes. oO Of course. Oo
O’Connor: Cute.
Renaie noticed Wren in the corner, her PADD connected to the computer of the facility.
T’Fearne: Response
Rurat'dari: Look, if it matters to you that much, just leave. I don't care whether I'm going to die, I've come this far. I'm finishing this project.
O’Connor: I’m thinking that it’s quite the opposite. This project is finishing you.
Shortrith: Ma'am… Your arm, it's significantly injured. Can I help?
Renaie stepped closer, but stopped as the scientist shook her head.
T’Fearne: Response
Wren glanced up, and Renaie silently felt for her as she noticed the injury on the scientist's arm.
Rurat'dari glanced at her arm, noticing some swelling and infections.
Rurat'dari: So what? It'll go away eventually.
O’Connor: So will life.
Wren: ::unplugging her PADD, shuffling back, and sneaking it to Shortrith:: There’s no reason to stay here. If the core becomes unstable again, it could destroy everything in the room, including your data. The radiation in this room is already unstable, we don’t know what will happen if something ignites it.
Renaie subtly collected the PADD from Wren, and skimmed it. Their face fell slightly before raising their head to the others.
Shortrith: Look… Please, get out of here. With the research that Wren collected, you should be able to continue your work.
T’Fearne: Response
Rurat'dari: No. This is too fascinating to leave.
oO What did I just say? Oo
O’Connor: I don’t know if fascinating is the word I’d use. I doubt your de-aged or dead colleagues would think it's fascinating.
Wren: We’ve managed to save the de-aged ones we’ve found thus far. Maybe you could help us find a way to undo what happened using your research? ::awkwardly glances in the direction of T’Fearne and O’Connor, before looking away so it doesn’t look like that’s her sole concern::
Shortrith: We could use your help.
Rurat'dari frowned.
Rurat'dari: Why would someone like me help someone like you? My people have been at war with your so-called Federation for decades.
T’Fearne: Response
O’Connor: Look, we don’t have time for this. There are others we still need to try to help and I can’t let you stay here and continue your “fascinating experiment” My patience has reached its limit here. :: levels his phaser:: Preferably, you can come willingly…or if you want to be difficult…I can stun you and drag your unconscious form along with us.
Wren: Wait, the rad-
Shortrith: Commander, no-
T’Fearne: Response
Rurat'dari: Good luck with that.
O’Connor: Yeah, okay I get it…the hard way then.
Renaie tensed, fully prepared to take the blow if needed. The radiation was a bomb that even the smallest of flames could ignite, they'd gathered that much from the PADD Wren gave them.
As O'Connor tried to fire, nothing came of it. No phaser fire… no anything.
O’Connor: What the… ::Smacks side of phaser and tries again::
Shortrith: Please… Come with us. Don't make me sedate you.
Rurat'dari was silent. She didn't want to reveal anything.
T’Fearne: Response
O'Connor frowned at his phaser and shook it trying to fire yet again.
Wren: ::quietly and awkwardly:: Sir, please be careful. We’re in a room filled with radioactive energy, and I don't know if weapons fire could ignite it….
O’Connor: Radiation or maybe the containment field must be…
Delphina was about to speak again, when she heard a sound that could best be described as the sound of glass rubbing against sand. She paused, curiosity overcoming her as she turned, eyes widening as she saw Tholians. Fully grown.
Renaie was standing in the middle, fully prepared to mediate.
Until they heard the sound they heard before.
Tholians.
Wren: Oh, that’s-
Renaie tensed, seeing a tholian rearing up, a cacophony of clicking and squeaking. They stepped in front of the others, trying to protect them-
Only to feel as if a searing hot knife cut along their left arm. They felt blood trickle down their arm, their EV suit even more compromised than before.
oO You… You little… OW… Oo
They struggled to stay composed, feeling the adrenaline kick in.
Shortrith: ::Before anyone else says anything, through gritted teeth:: I'm fine - I'll deal with it soon enough.
T’Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Rurat'dari was too focused on the Tholians to notice the injury.
Rurat'dari: Okay, fine… I'll come with you…
Renaie noticed an escape route and bolted, gesturing to the others. Fortunately enough, they managed to convince Rurat'dari to follow behind.
Their eyes raised in concern as Wren crashed into T'Fearne, causing them to land on the floor.
Wren: Sorry, I’m sorry! I- are you okay?
Renaie stayed silent, their right hand fixed on their left forearm, trying to stem the flow.
T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Wren: I don’t know what’s stalling the weapons, but I have to make sure it’s safe to even fire them before I get started on that. I need to get back to the monitor, my PADD is with Shortrith
Shortrith: Take it…
They gently passed the PADD to Wren awkwardly with their left arm.
Rurat'dari: ::sarcastically:: Well done.
T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Wren: Hang on, I know a trick, it’ll give us a couple seconds. ::pulling out a tricorder from her bag, fiddling with it a little:: Okay. Cover your ears and count to five
As if on reflex, Renaie covered their ears, all the while trying to avoid the gash in their arm from losing too much blood.
'dari flinched, the sound still audible through her scaly hands. Renaie tried to stay composed, but it was as if trying to swim against a coarsing river current.
Rurat'dari: What was that?
T’Fearne/O’Connor: Response
Shortrith: I… I don't know, actually. But it may have worked.
Renaie felt the adrenaline flow through their veins, immediately reaching for their medkit on the ground with their foot to try at least to heal themself.
oO I'll probably need a new uniform. Oo
Rurat'dari: ::about the Tholians:: I was hoping to avoid that.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Renaie continued applying pressure to the wound, shuffling the Battlefield Trauma Kit towards their arm with their foot. Leaning their injured arm on their leg for pressure, they picked up the kit with their right hand.
Shortrith: ::slightly out of it:: Huh?
Rurat'dari: The Alliance knows you're here.
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
Shortrith: ::Grimacing, slightly sarcastic:: Lovely.
Rurat'dari: What's your next move?
Wren/T'Fearne/O'Connor: Response
[Tags/TBC]Rurat'dari
Scientist
The Lid
She/Her (Character)
&
Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin
They/Them (Player and character)
A240204RS3