Star Trek: Starbase 777

With one final heave, Vara'l pushed through into the Medical bay. His movements assisted by another officer. His son also trying to help as much as a 10/11 year old happened to be able to be able assist. Once out of the Jeffries tube hatchway Vara'l stumbled over to a medical bed. Stumbled over and just about managed to not then collapse as he instead proceeded to lean over the bed and softly groaned. "That..was an ordeal."

Lhi was here in med bay just on a table. He was fully conscious and awake, but deaf and blind and paralysed from the shoulders down. He could move his head side to side but that was about it. Lhi kept thinking about how much he missed his bestie Fives and the time they 'swam' in the pool and then chatted at the duck pond. Hopefully this would be over soon so he could invite Five out again for some frolicking fun. If he had to do so in a wheelchair so be it, he just wanted to be able to be with his friends.

Telim spotted the other person in the room and scampered closer to them. Once close he then softly proceeded to say. "Hello?" Before he looked around and first declared in standard and then in Rihannsu "Hello,my dad needs help!"

In most days, it would be rather difficult to put Jenaha in a bad mood as a Betazoid security officer. Today was not one of those days for the ACOS however, because she was given what could be one of the worst wake up calls she had ever experienced a few days after she had stepped back to duty in 777. Long story short, she was awoken by an extremely sharp migraine and the realization that she was fully blind in one eye, but was overall still okay other than a lingering headache. "Hello?" She said as she arrived to the medbay shortly after the others~~, jefferies tubes were super not fun,~~ ,but the sight of a little kid and the two liberated borg officers was already not a good sign as she tried to mentally piece up what's currently going on.

Xuan was up and about in medbay just doing their thing. The good thing was Xuan had no mechanical devices on them at all, surprisingly enough. Their elachi parts were all organic, thankfully, so fully functional. They looked at the tiny Romulan child who approached them and then at the ACOS who had just entered the room. "Jolan tru," They said to the security officer. "Alright, what can I do for your father?" Thank the elements that this Romulan kid spoke Rihannsu because Xuan did not know a lick of Standard. They knew Trill, and Trill sign language, but not Standard, surprisingly enough.

"All his metal stuff turned off and he collapsed, mr Commander Mat..mat.." He paused then as he tried to work out how to phrase the word. "Materyx?" The Romulan kid trailed off a moment. "He really isnt feeling well and he's deaf a-and hes trying to hide how bad hes feeling cause I'm here but Captain Mo mo said hes on a-a time limit!" The kid declared as his voice coloured with deep worry.

"The ACMO is not around right now, it's alright I got this, don't worry, I know Rihannsu sign language too," Xuan reassured the kid with a gentle smile and then headed to go assist the liberated Borg Romulan they could only assume was the kid's dad. Xuan led the man towards one of the bio beds and signed to him that they were going to do their best to keep him comfortable and if the man could communicate to them his pain level and where the problems were. It was times like these that Xuan was thankful for being mute during their younger years, else they would have never learned these alternative ways of communication.

As his legs screamed silently out in pain at the discomfort of movement with now inactive and suddenly present metal that shouldn't be there in it and one started to buckle, Vara'l winced. Winced as his legs buckled and he discretely controlled his descent to the floor. Controlled it as he looked to Xuan and in Rihannsu groaned. "Hello, I'm..in a bit of discomfort, hi." His tone unknowingly off pitch, his current deafness unknowingly announced by it.

With one swift motion, Xuan lifted the Romulan ACTO up and hoisted him onto the bio bed. Vara'l was taller than the average humanoid, however standing in at 6'7 and a trained fencer, Xuan had the upper body strength to lift many things, including the 6'4 ACTO. Working with the emergency lights wasn't an issue either as one of the perks of their elachi-fied physiology was their eyes adjusted to dark light a little faster than average. The man was suffering from pain in his legs, something that had to do with his implants? Xuan turned to the tactical officer and gestured in Rihannsu sign, 'Can you tell me where your Borg implants are? I want to give you something for the pain, but I can't use any scanners.'

Vara'l signed one handedly after he worked with Xuan and allowed himself to be popped onto a biobed "Head, side of skull, cochlear implants, a number in my legs,spine,upper chest." He signed as he outlined what he was implanted with. "Was a tactical drone."

Telim scampered over to his father and Xuan again briefly as he chimed in. "Dad talked about having one or two things from back in the state too" The kid had then moved off and headed over to Lhi. He stopped a distance away but watched them a moment. He wished he was confident enough to ask if one on the adults happened to know if they knew deaf/blind sign.

Xuan nodded in acknowledgement from the ACTO. So an injection could work if anything to alleviate some of the pain. Xuan's first instinct was to go to the medical replicator to get a hypo, only to remember-- no power so a syringe. Just as they were going to where they thought the syringes were, the little kid piped up and said something about.. The... "... Excuse me, the 'state'? You mean the Republic Navy, right?" Xuan wanted to make sure they heard it right. They had sworn an oath as a doctor but to think this man could have once served that regime it.. Honestly made their skin crawl, so much their symbiont Sul'hoth did a little roll in their stomach.

Lhi moved his head slowly, it was the only thing he could move. His eyes were open and visually he looked fully aware of his surroundings aside from the lack of movement below his shoulders. "Am I dead? I can't hear or see anything... is anyone there?" Lhi could feel his vocal cords vibrating, but whether or not the sounds were coming out his mouth was a mystery.

Telim twitched as he heard the adult speak and then scampered over to them. Once next to them,he grabbed a seat and settled down next to them and he hoped, slightly out of the way. He then looked to Xuan "Doctor, the other persons awake!" the kid proceeded to say before he then,after he paused for a moment, reached out and tapped Lhi's hand. Tapped it and then in Romulan blind/deaf sign signed. "Do you know tactile sign?"

Lhi was so happy to 'feel' someone 'speaking' them! So their mouth was making sounds. Lhi responded in Rihannsu, "I do, actually yes. Are you alive? Am I alive? What happened?" He still was unaware that there was a power outage and for a while, Lhi really believed he was dead.

Vara'l signed. "Both, escaped the state and fled to the Republic with others." As he picked up the others questions. "..State was hell."

"In Alive so are you!"He signed then before he continued. "All the lights went out, I think peoples metal stuff " He paused. "Implants also turned off, dads ears are those and he can't hear." He signed cant hear with 'Dad deaf now' after the sign for cochlear implants.

Xuan watched the kid scurry away and decided to just focus on helping the patients for now. They found the syringes and was able to administer the painkiller. It wasn't very strong, but it was all they had and without the ability to do scans on the ACTO, Xuan was hesitant to try anything stronger than Ibuprofen. "I am sorry to hear about that, sir. You should feel better soon," Xuan walked over to Vara'l and lifted his arm so they could feel for where the veins were to administer the pain killer. "If the pain persists, let me know. For now, limit movement, your son is safe here for now," Xuan kept their professionalism about them, but they felt as if they were going against every moral fiber of their being. They had a duty to uphold though, which was stronger than any personal vendetta they held for any and all who had once served that regime.

"Oh.... I'm very Borg," Lhi responded in what he assumed was his normal speaking tone, but he was naturally soft spoken so his words were soft. "My implants do everything for me. .My eyes, my ears, even my spinal cord, it's all Borg. Somehow my nervous system is organic... I'm sad, I want to hear things, I want to see things. How is Five of Eight? Do you know who that is? I want to tell them I'm ok," Lhi said, thinking first about his dear friend who he hoped wasn't worrying about him but he had a feeling they were.

Ts'Oclas had appeared from the tubes not too long ago. Unfortunately his medical knowledge went about as far as a first aider. He was mostly there to take notes for doctors, pass them things, measure out doses. Like a perma-med student. He had heard something about the UTs, but wasn't sure what was happening. "[Is there anything I can help with? Ensign Ts'Oclas, son of Jork'on. I'm a ward clerk.]" Ts'Oclas spoke out into the medical bay, in perfect Klingon. His mother tongue.

"Bless Kahless, another Klingon," Kavish was in the middle of trying to rummage through the medicine drawer to see what medications they had on hand. They didn't have many syringes so Kavish was trying to inventory their pills which would be slower acting, but much easier to administer. "The ACOS is over there," He pointed towards Jenaha. "And some others have mild pain. Probably due to implants," Kavish stated. "We have some pills but to be honest I don't know what any of them are. They do have braille but well, I'm Klingon. Could you help and find the painkillers and give them to those who can eat them? I think our goal here should make everyone comfortable and keep watch for any emergencies."

Vara'l nodded to indicate his understanding before he proceeded to sign. "Thank you, I'll try to be a better patient than Riov Samekir always said I tended to be." As he watched them, idly wondered if they'd jumped to hating him now. Not that there was anything there happened to be that he could have done that would have changed that. The people who needed to know what had happened knew and it was on his file also. Not that it helped the grief for those that the state had snatched away from him and Telim. Not that it helped how he felt about that time, even though he himself hadn't committed crimes in the state.

"Oh, dad said hes very Borg too once." Telim responded in sign after the other spoke a moment. The following words greeted with the briefest pause before Telim signed once more. "Dad and I don't know where they are, worried for them b-but im sure they're doing okay, you're currently in medical, a doctors trying to help." He trailled off a moment. "I wish I could help you, but all I can do is sit and sign and talk to you.."

"You are doing just fine," Xuan responded to Vara'l, doing their best to keep their proper bedside manner. Xuan had worked with former Free State officers, but something about hearing about one here in Starfleet of all places, and as a senior staff member? It was unsettling to say the least. But Xuan held their tongue, even if their literal gut worm was telling them to say something. They could really use Thyroid right about now, but the little skitterer was a machine and thus inoperable. "How is your pain now? The medicine should work within the hour."

"It's ok, I am happy to talk to you. I want to-- wait... I remember you, I think. The little boy from Waffle House? I remember your dad, Vara'l right? I remember eating waffles," Lhi said, quickly remembering that iconic moment when he sat down to have waffles with another liberated Borg Romulan. "I am very tired, I just want to sleep... I hope this goes away fast."

Ts'Oclas was happy to hear another person, and started to follow the orders. "[Yes, sir. I'll get right to it.]" Ts'Oclas took some of the pills with him as he approached someone nearby, Lhi. He had double-checked the dosage and checked they'd be safe for most people. He was just about able to read the bottle by angling it towards the emergency lights. "[Excuse me, sir, are you experiencing any pain at all?]" Ts'Oclas, unfortunately, hadn't got the memo that the UTs were broken, so continued to speak in Klingon.

"Happy to hear that." He moved again and as pain flared he then gasped out a Havransu variant of 'Ahh..Sugar' Then as the pain started to ebb a bit with the painkillers initial activity, he blinked slightly and signed. "Tolerable, thank you"

Telim smiled a bit at their response and then happily signed. "That's me,I'm a little bit taller now,dad said I'm having a growth spurt!" The kid declared before he added. "I really liked the waffles!" When they then indicated they wanted to sleep and someone else approached he signed. "That's okay, though a adult has come over,they're trying to talk to you in Klingon." He informed them as he attempted to sign one handed to Ts'Oclas in Standard Sign first. [They're deaf and blind,can I help?] If that failed to help, he reckoned he'd have to switch to the minuscule number of signs he happened to know in KSL

Lhi spoke no Klingon, but he heard the voice of a Klingon. "Oh yes, I hear them. And I'm glad you liked the waffles, I want to eat them again too," Lhi was definitely going to go to Waffle House once this was all done. "Tell them I'm okay, but I want to take a nap. I am not in any pain, surprisingly. I'm just tired."

Ts'Oclas did take a short class on SSL, and thankfully got most of what Telim was trying to tell him. He nodded, unsure if Telim understood Klingon. "[Are they okay? Any injuries or pain?]" Before attempting some Standard. "They hurt?"

"I'd love to too,dad was gonna take me there today but..this happened" Telim signed as he noted the comment and looked up at the Klingon. He then translated what the Romulan said into one handed SSL. ["They're okay, they're not in any pain, they just tired and want to take a nap."] He informed the other.

Ts'Oclas just about got it. From 'no pain' and 'want nap' he got that Lhi was okay, and was going to note it down before he remembered Padds were down, so he elected to try remembering it. Unfortunately, not being a doctor, Ts'Oclas wasn't sure if it was safe for Lhi to go to sleep yet. He knew that there was certain conditions where sleeping could be more harmful. So he would wait for a doctors assessment. "[Thank you. I will get a doctor shortly.]" Before making an attempt in Standard, which was broken and very muddled, barely understandable.

Guess who had arrived! It was Niwa, looking significantly bedraggled and out of breath. She had never been the sportiest of people and was seriously regretting not spending more time in the gym. Plus, climbing through the tubes while thirty weeks pregnant was not an easy feat. It had taken her a good amount of time, she had lost one of her slippers to the void of the tubes… But it was fine, because she had finally made it to the medical bay… Albeit looking like a wreck with her mangled dressing gown, short jammies, and one singular slipper. Said medical bay was busy. That was to be expected given that there was a crisis; it was always the same way around here. She was already aware that people with cybernetics or electronic prosthetics were having difficulties, and that wasn’t to mention anyone else who would have gotten hurt in the dark or injured while trying to navigate the tubes. As she stood in the entrance to the main emergency department she cast a look around, taking stock of the staff they had and the patients that were present. There wasn’t any sign of the CMO or ACMO. Other medical staff were probably having as much difficulty getting here as she had. Had anyone taken charge? She scoured the ED in the hopes of catching someone’s eye, hoping to flag them down and get an update.

Telim nodded slightly as he indicated he understood the ensign, he'd then tactile signed a translation of what had been said to Lhi. Once he had signed that he signed to the ensign in SSL again. ["Understood!"]

After Telim had assured him that Lhi understood, he walked away, prepared to continue helping people, when he noticed a person crawling out of the tubes. He rushed over, noticing she appeared to be struggling, and reached his arm out to help her steady herself. "[Ma'am, are you alright?]" Again in Klingon, maybe he'd meet someone else who knew it.

Vara'l allowed himself to lay down more fully on the medical bed once he had finished talking with Xuan. As he laid down, he stared up at the ceiling and attempted to calm his breathing. Attempted meditation through breathing. Attempted that as his body continued to hurt, even as the painkiller kicked in. Tried to stay conscious as his body continued to reel, struggled with it's current state.

She was thankful for the assistance of whoever this was, not recognising the face. Maybe someone new? They had recently had an influx of new people after all. She allowed them to help her up and then dusted off her gown, ready to ask them for an update… Only to find them speaking something she didn’t understand a word of. Klingon, by the sounds of it, of which she only knew about two words. “Uhm… Do you speak Standard?”

Phoenix made his way through the jefferies tubes as he navigated his way over to the medical bay, carefully crawling and climbing till he found the exact spot he needed to go through in order to appear at the med bay. This was the mission he always wanted in order to save the day, it was like he could be the hero of this occasion. Phoenix placed his hands on the vent as he flung it open as he was ready to deliver the message. Crawling out of the vent as his body gave way from all the exhaustion that was caused by all the rushing in order to establish the communication system. "Can I ask who's in charge, right now... Kind of... Out of... Breath" He said as he tried to regain some of the energy. (edited)

Unfortunate. They didn't speak Klingon. But Ts'Oclas knew a few words in Standard. Which he tried to arrange to be understandable to this new person, who looked to be a little worse for wear. "Little....little Standard. Are okay? Hurt?"

How fantastic herself and this officer were going to do with their rubbish Standard! Wow, she had never really realised how important the universal translator was until now. "I'm okay, thank you-" she paused at the arrival of a newcomer who appeared to be just as out of breath as she was. "I was to ask the same thing going. Is anyone in charge?"

"There was....Klingon officer...I find." Ts'Oclas said, looking around for the officer who gave him orders earlier. Ts'Oclas didn't know their name or who they were. But they appeared to be in charge before. "[Sir? Someone wants to see whoever is in charge." He called out, attempting to get Kavish's attention. He was the only person to respond in Klingon, so maybe they were the only one who understood it.

It would appear that no one really knew who was in charge. There was an absence of the CMO and ACMO, most people were in their pjyamas so no one knew each other's ranks... She might have been stepping a little out of line here by doing this, but surely people would listen to and recognise the former ACMO. "We don't have the clocks for this. I'll be in charge."

Phoenix reached a hand in front of him as he placed three pieces of paper on the floor. "Get non-essential and non-injured personal inside the jefferies tube and make sure they are 30 to 50 feet apart. We're going to try a message delivering system under the captains orders. I just need to get my energy back, then I can make my way down to engineering." Phoenix began crawling over to the wall as he took deep breaths in and out, trying to sit himself upright against the wall.

"You get nonessentiallyinjured people inside the tube," she stated back, sounding more firm than anyone had probably ever heard her speak before. "This is a medical bay, and we have patients to treat." Leaving this random person who was giving orders to their own devices, she turned back to Ts'Oclas. She could already tell that there were more patients than available medical staff. "Has anyone started mass-casualty protocols?"

Vara'l tried to wave at Niwa as he attempted to get her attention while he occasionally groaned. He was still in pain..though it had lessened slightly

Mass-Casualty Protocols. They sounded familiar. But he wasn't sure if they'd been started yet. "Can't say.. Don't know." There were quite a few people here. Whether they needed treatment or notwas unclear.. Some of them were dropped off because they couldn't do anything. Borg implants that went off and now they couldn't move.

"Okay... Give me an hour. Second. Minute? Time." Standard really sucked. For the time being she left medical in the hands of whoever was currently working before heading through the back to change into scrubs, thankful that being a surgeon meant that she always had a change of clothes ready in her locker. Emerging a minute later and looking less garbage (and now having both shoes on courtesy of having trainers in her locker), she rifled around in a storage drawer before taking out a triage kit. Now was for the fun bit: totally violating health and safety protocols, she climbed up on top of one of the nurses' station consoles so everyone could see her, and shouted as loud as she could over the din of people talking. "Medical officers! Triage is being in-placed! You, charge nurse-" she pointed to an officer she recognised, "take the triage kit. Start carding people! Let's get a system going, please!"

As he realized he'd not been noticed,Varal propped himself up. He then waved toward Niwa and had then signed in SSL. "Have important observation, need very quick word."

Once the medical officers were getting more co-ordinated and patients being triaged, she clambered down and spotted one of the patients trying to get her attention. He was a yellow-card at best so she really should have been focusing on others right now, but seeing as how he said it was important, she headed over. "What is it?" She asked back in SSL, albeit sign language which was a bit wobbly.

Vara'l rapidly signed once the other arrived. "Cant be absolutely 100% sure but..given the state of myself and Lhi...whatever has occurred has taken out all implanted tech in people." The Romulan signed before he continued. "Not a doc so don't know how had that could be..but thought it needs to be raised..that that may well include Borg nanites" Varal paused then before he then signed. "..Thought I.. should..say." And then started to slump back down as his body continued to reel. As things it needed continued to not be present. (edited)

Clambering out of the hatch of a nearby Jeffries Tube, Quinn slowly got themselves on their feet and brushed off the small bit of dirt they had gotten on their sleeves from the climb. Taking their earplugs out, them being nothing but a hinderance now as they couldn't simply isolate dialogue while cutting out background noise, the Junior Doctor looked around to figure out where the hell they were needed. Quickly going to don a pair of gloves, they wandered over to Niwa, a familiar face and seemingly the most qualified person here right now. "Lieutenant." They greeted, tone flat yet tinged with being both tired and stressed. "Where do you need me?"

“It’s likely,” she stated both out loud and in sign language, already having witnessed another Liberated Borg experiencing the same. “Stay put – we’re going to try to work out a fix.” What that solution was would be the difficult part, however… But then there was a familiar voice. Thank the stars, one of her favourite junior doctors had arrived. “Doctor Quinn, you can stay me with. Charge Nurse Trinni is triaging, others are treating the worst patients. I think someone was cat… Catting the equipment?” Cataloguing, that was. It was lucky that they had old-style equipment for cases where alien physiology wasn’t compatible – and also for scenarios like this – but the amount of kit they had for such a case was limited. “We’ll do a oversweep and see where needed are.”

Ts'Oclas continued to walk around the medical bay, trying to help where he can before going back over to Niwa. "How can help, Ma'am?" Hopefully nothing too complicated. His training was less than a nurses. He didn't even go to med school. "[Where do you need me?]" he continued in Klingon..even though he knew no one would understand him.

Vara'l failed to react to anything that Niwa proceeded to say. His eyes had fluttered closed, the strain of what his body presently experienced had caused the Romulan to slip into unconsciousness again.

Zero was not a light little waif; hoisting them through the tubes had NOT been an easy feat. In fact, it took the strength of several people plus Zadki to get them here - but you could see why they'd moved with such urgency. Zero was completely unconscious, cold, and barely breathing. You could tell by the greyness of their skin that they had a lot more nanites in their blood than other liberated Borg. It was amazing they'd lasted this long at all. Once the people helping him handed Zero off to the nearest doctor, Zadki sat down against a wall, pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, and tried very, very hard not to cry.

Shouldn’t have mentally thought about this patient being a yellow-card, she had obviously cursed the situation. She was about to trapezius pinch the Romulan to test for a response to pain when she caught sight of a newcomer being literally dragged in. Even from across the medical bay Niwa could identify them as a red-card that was about to become a black-card if they didn’t intervene. “Quinn, you have the Romulan; Klingon-speaker, you’re with me,” she stated firmly before marching in the direction of the patient who had just been brought in. She let the other HCPs there get Zero up onto one of the biobeds before she stepped forwards, ready to take over.

As Zero was moved off, Ts'Oclas saw their companion? Partner? He wasn't sure...but he same them appear to be in some distress. He was going to approach them, but Niwa had asked him to go with her. He walked over to Zero, awaiting further instructions. "What's...problem? Injured..." Very limited Standard. He honestly felt a little embarassed. He sounded uneducated. But it wasn't the time for how he felt. It was time to be helpful.

Glancing between Niwa, the Romulan, and then the incoming very definitely obviously red card, the Junior Doctor nodded in response to the Lieutenant's instructions, taking over primary care of Vara'l instantly. "Aye Lieutenant." They replied quickly, before themself performing a trapezius pinch to test his response to pain. They wanted to talk to provide audible stimulation, but the fact of the matter is it didn't take a genius to work out he was deaf based off his previous use of sign language as they had been approaching.

Trapezeus pinch suggested he wasnt totally comatose but he certainly happened to he responded as a unconscious person would. A deterioration from how he'd presented condition wise earlier.

Having spotted that his dad had passed out again,Telim called over. "Dad passed out in our quarters when this started too" As he attempted to alert them to the fact this happened to be the second time.

It'd taken a while, but finally, the big guy himself appeared in the medbay. He was carrying a disgruntled-looking One, who managed to scowl pretty effectively even without the use of approximately half their face, and who was clinging to Alin the best they could with the use of only one arm and one leg. "Let me put them down, I'll come assist," he said in his best, least mangled Federation Standard. Multilingual struggles.

One, for their part, said nothing, just looked miffed as they were deposited into a chair and left there to fend for themselves. Their biggest problem was that they were incapable of moving approximately 35% of their body, which just happened to include both their right limbs. The nanites in their blood were relatively few, and they could survive without them functioning for a while. Honestly, the most jarring thing about all of this was the complete lack of depth perception. They were pretty attached to their last remaining (visible) Borg implant, finding a weird sort of comfort in how it visually set them apart from the masses, but right now it was just all sorts of regrettable they hadn't just gone for the option to have their eye socket rebuilt and a new eye synthesized when they had the chance.

A list of current patients and their statuses for ease of reference: - Vara'l - Red Card - Treatment in progress - Zero - Red Card - Treatment in progress - Lhi - Yellow Card - Treatment given - Jenaha - Yellow Card - Awaiting treatment - One - Yellow Card - Awaiting treatment

Over with Zero, Niwa quickly cast her gaze over him for a quick primary survey. She spoke out loud as she did so, some words given in Standard and some in Solum. There wasn’t enough time to try to work out more accurate translations just now, so it’d have to do. Doing a quick primary survey was alright, but getting observations was going to be far more difficult without the biobed monitors or tricorders… And then treating things would be even worse, given their lack of functioning portable equipment. “Not injured,” she started in response to Ts’Oclas’ question, “Liberated Borg. Unresponsive to voice, unresponsive to pain; GCS3. Resp rate of 6, not maintaining their airway. All of our blood-gas infusers won’t be functioning – I’ll have to intubate. Laryngoscope, ET tube, stylet, syringe, and suction catheter please,” she requested while moving to stand at the head of the biobed. Thankfully she knew all of those words in Standard, so any of the other HCPs there would be able to hand her the equipment required.

Ts'Oclas had since grabbed a notebook and pen, and started noting down the things he was being told. It was part of his job, after all. He was pleased to hear that Zero wasn't hurt. Although, maybe it should've been more concerning. Once he was given the list of equipment, he started looking for some of it. Unfortunately, he hadn't learned all of the equipment names in Standard, so was only able to get Niwa a suction catheter and a laryngoscope. (edited)

After an hour and a half of laying on the wall, Phoenix was good to go once again. He began surveying the area as he tried his best to understand what was going on with the others. Slowly struggling to get back onto his feet as he tried walked over to where the rest of them were located. "Are you needing any extra pairs of hands? I don't mind helping you down here due to the scenario."

Alin followed after Ts'Oclas, picking up the things the young man didn't. He figured that with the language difficulties, everyone was just doing what they could; he'd just focus on getting Niwayiva the equipment she needed.

Fully focused on the patient who was quite literally going to die without intervention, she blatantly ignored Phoenix – even if it was rude. While Niwa always tried to be as nice and polite as possible, she was a little busy right now. From a nearby box she extracted a pair of gloves and tugged them on after using hand sanitiser first, thankful that they always had such lying around as opposed to solely relying on technology to create sterile fields. “Borg nanoprobes take over cellular function within the bloodstream,” she again spoke out loud in a mix of two languages while others were returning with equipment. With one hand under Zero’s chin she performed a head-tilt/chin-lift to open his airway, before taking the laryngoscope in the other hand. “Judging from the patient’s pallor – grey, with cyanosis – most of their bloodstream is made up of nanoprobes. Anaemia from red blood cells, leucopoenia from white blood cells; thrombocytopenia from the low platelets… It’s the fastest way to full pancytopenia. His Spo2 and Sao2 have likely tanked.” The laryngoscope was inserted, although it was difficult at the angle and without the use of a torch. Emergency intubation was something that wasn’t done often any more: a blood-gas infuser was far quicker. After a moment of struggling with the ET tube, she managed to guide it down Zero’s throat and into the airway. “We’ll risk a full arrest if we don’t replace the nanoprobe functions, but we have no way of replicating either them or any blood for a standard transfusion. We can’t even type and cross for species, never mind blood type. Can someone get him started on fluids at least?”

The ACOS sat back up after giving herself a few moments to rest as she patiently waited. Jena felt bad for not being able to do much, empathically aware of the earlier panic and worry experienced by some of the other patients here, but nothing much could be done whilst she's partially blind due to her ocular implant. The headache didn't do much to help either as she tried to think of what could be going on, and how the others would be doing.

Whilst he wanted to watch Niwa intubate someone, Ts'Oclas remembered there were other people to treat. So while Niwa was doing that, he headed over to the ACOS. "[Hello Ma'am. Are you doing alright? Are you experiencing any pain?]" He started, in Klingon. Maybe, just maybe, they'd speak Klingon too. He had some painkillers stashed in his pocket from earlier he could offer to people who needed them, but that was about the length of his helpfulness without a doctor.

"Will do, give me a second." Alin didn't have a medical degree for no reason, and while he didn't frequently have to deal with this side of things, he was capable of it in a pinch. He located the IV catheter, tourniquet, IV bags, everything he needed. It'd been a while, but there wasn't anything he could really fuck up here. "I have no good ideas on how to make up for the lack of red blood cells, though." He said as he got to work, making sure to get rid of all air bubbles before properly connecting Zero to the saline bag he'd hung up. (edited)

Having grown up at Earth, she could easily understand Standard, but the realization of the UT being essentially dead chimed in when Ts'Oclas approached and spoke to her in Klingon. Jena was able to recognize Klingon based on her previous postings, but she isn't very fluent in it from lack of practice, but she was willing to try her best. "[I don't speak much Klingon.]" Jena said in a somewhat broken Klingon accent as she tried to recall what she learned from the past. "[Vision lost. Head hurt.]" *She added as she over to her cybernetic eye and most of the right side of her head respectively in hopes she would be intelligible. *

Phoenix knew that he was in the way possibly with everyone around him. Crawling back into the vent as he made his way back to the command deck.

Glad for Alin’s assistance (and the fact that he could speak Standard as well as Klingon, no offence Ts’Oclas,) Niwa was content to let him start running IV fluids. It was good to have another familiar face helping out. He finished the insertion of the ET tube by using the syringe to inflate the balloon within and keep it in place, and then let one of the nearby nurses take over bagging and performing breathing functions for Zero. It would have been easier on a vent, but the likely only place that they were still functioning was the ICU. There was no way of moving the patient there in his present unstable condition. “We need some way to sort of… Kick-start the nanoprobes back to life. I’d say electrical impulses, but there’s no viable way to generate one while still being in control of how strong it is.” The thought of trying to use some sort of jury-rigged equipment to siphon electricity from the dim emergency lights came to mind, but that was far too dangerous. “Nanoprobes usually act on their own. They’re just dormant. Something needs to wake them up… Give them a shake, you know?”

Ts'Oclas could tell she wasn't fluent, but was grateful she was trying and her Klingon was good enough. "[Yes, there has been an issue with the cybernetics, as far as I am aware. I can't help you with your sight, Ma'am, but I can give you something for the pain. Are you able to take pills?]" Yes, unfortunately the lack of needles being readily available meant Ts'Oclas was left with a bottle of painkiller pills, which hopefully he could administer safely to awake and alert people.

Noting Vara'l's reaction to the pinch, Quinn began running through their most basic training in their head. "GCS5, resp rate of... Eleven. I'm going to assist with maintaining their airway." The Junior Doctor said to themself, taking a mental note of what the child said but choosing to not respond for the time being. After speaking they did as they said they would, moving the Comander into a better position so as to assist with his natural breathing, after which they moved to find his pulse to keep track of his heart rate. Not being able to use any of their equipment, they were having to default to basic first aid methods.

"I'm trying to think of things that could manage that... is there any way we could create enough friction to manage transference of a significant amount of static electricity?" It sounded like absolute bullshit to him, but it was the best he could come up with, given that his first thought had been "electric eel".

“I have no idea,” Niwa said with a slight grimace, pondering exactly how they were going to go about this. Static electricity was a good shout, but she had no idea how to generate enough. “I was trying to think about electricity too, but trying to harness it from the emergency lights would be too dangerous. There would be no controlling the current.” For a few moments she paced, thinking to herself… And then stopped. It was an unlikely idea, but it was better than no idea at all. “…Does anyone know if Borg nanoprobes are magnetic in any way?”

"Do you have a way to test it? I'm willing to be a test subject if you don't know," One piped up, still miserable in their chair. They were just sitting there anyway, might as well make themselves useful.

"[Pills?]" Jena repeated inquisitively before she did the gesture motion of putting something in her mouth to signify (hopefully) taking a pill. She understood Ts'Oclas' question somewhat, so she wanted to be sure. She assumed she might be right and nodded yes. "[How are you?]"

Vara'l continued to deteriorate at slow rate, something perhaps indicated by the back end of the number of seconds utilized for the Trapezius pinch. His heart rate spiked once found as he was moved but continued to be heightened. The movement assisted as hoped, their airway was maintained, though deprived of all that they'd been deprived off, his breath had started to sound more obviously abnormal as his breath shortened. (edited)

”I might - but it’s… Very experimental,” Niwa replied to One and fought back a nervous chuckle. You never wanted to show fear in front of a patient. It was contagious. She looked to any other person there first and asked, “can someone get my neuroflux kit from OR2? It’s in a sterile container box, it’s marked with my name on the front,” and then turned back to One. “Do you know your average nanoprobe count? Do you rely on a lot of them, or is your bloodstream mostly, well, blood?”

"[Yes, Pills.]" He removed the painkillers from his pocket and handed her a pill. This painkiller only required one, and then tried to find some water. But with no replicators, it might be tough. She might just have to dry-swallow it. "[Oh. I am well, thank you. Aside from your eye, how are you?]"

One had to think about that. They knew their blood was mostly blood, but the nanoprobes still made up a significant portion of it, mostly to prevent their body from rejecting the Borg implants they still had. "I estimate around twenty-five to thirty percent of my red and white blood cell function is still carried out by nanoprobes." Not enough to be much more than annoying, even if they were starting to get a headache, and the blood was even in their body still, so it'd mostly be the oxygen deprivation that would mess with them. Hence the headache.

It sounded as though One was a good candidate for being a test subject. It wasn’t as though they had much time though; one of the nurses might have been manually performing breathing for Zero now, but with his blood cell function essentially non-existent, there was nothing transporting it around his body. As she waited for one of the porters to return with her kit, Niwa turned to Alin and lowered her voice so they could speak without making anyone nearby concerned. “…I have no idea if this is going to work. We can’t use any technology because it all requires a power-source, but neuroflux mesh is Vau N’Akat tech; it’s controlled by the mind. It’s like a mouldable metal, and in its activated state it has almost a liquid form. If I can continually keep the neuroflux mesh in that liquid state, it could be injected into the blood-stream. I’ve never used it at a microscopic level, but if nanoprobes are magnetic then I can bind them and the mesh together and try to manually stimulate them. If it works on our test patient they should feel immediate improvement – and then I can try it on a greater scale for our other patient here, and hopefully, the rest of the Liberated Borg.”

"[Thank you...]" Jena said to Ts'Oclas with a nod as she took the pill, she had already guessed that the dry-swallow bit was inevitable, difficulties aside, she had taken it. "[I want to help more. But I can't, because I'm near blind. More slightly worried than frustrated.]

Alin nodded along as best he could. He didn't exactly know how Vau N'akat tech worked, but he got the gist of it, and knew he wouldn't be able to help much. "Sounds like the best plan we have. Do you need anything from me?" he asked, worried about what they would do if this didn't work.

"If you start taking a note of any Liberated Borg patients we've got here. I don't want to move them just now and get their hopes up, but if this works then we can gather them all together and hopefully treat them at the same time. If we cannulate everyone it'll be easier. I'll have to keep constant concentration on what I'm doing, so that'll be a set of hands down. The best I'll be able to do is keep an eye on things." It was then that whoever it was returned with her kit, and she had them set it down and then retrieve a handful of syringes that had been scrounged up from the reserve medical supplies. "Lieutenant One, is it? I'm going to have to give you an injection. I'll apologise in advance if it's sore - we can't use hyposprays right now - but I promise I'll do it as gently as possible for you."

One nodded as they watched Alin walk off, offering up their arm, simply covered in the long sleeve of their shirt, suddenly glad they were in a simple set of blue pajamas. "For science," they said slowly, a joke that mostly fell flat. "I'm sure I've had worse, doctor. Go ahead." (edited)

There was a good minute of preparation - sorting out the neuroflux kit, a nurse helping One to get their sleeve rolled up, swabbing the site for the injection and the likes - and then they were ready. This was already difficult enough compared to using a hypospray, but doing this and controlling the neuroflux mesh at the same time... Well, that was going to be a real test of her skills. After swapping out her gloves for a new pair, Niwa took her place beside One. With their arm propped up on the armrest and the kit on the chair next to them, it was like a mini treatment site had been set up here. Now was the strange part... Instead of drawing up a liquid into the syringe, she had to draw up liquid neuroflux. Readying herself, she took a deep breath in, held it for a moment - and as she exhaled, her eyes lit up white. The same colour washed over the grooves and furrows of her face and tendrils, lit up in a bioluminescent glow. The neuroflux mesh - which had been a solid, spiralling metal inside the sterile container - seemed to melt into a liquid form. She drew it up into the syringe and went about finding the best vein on One's arm. "Bit of a sharp scratch for you," she cautioned, before injecting the telekinetically-controlled technology in.

One had indeed had worse, even if their mind didn't remember it the way their body did. Assimilation had been worse, and even though they would never remember what that had been like, their body did, and so this injection didn't even make them flinch. If anything, they were more intrigued by what Niwa looked like and was feeling; they didn't understand anything that was happening in the slightest, but it was clear that she was doing something very interesting.

Manipulating metal technology with your mind took concentration, and it took even more concentration to use it like some sort of magnetic nanoprobe-finding instrument. She had only ever used her neuroflux kit in place of surgical instruments before, never for something like this. Maintaining the liquid state of the mesh was difficult enough as well. Breaking it down into minute fractions was no easier. It appeared that today was workout day! After a good thirty seconds of silence - and a lot of concentration - it was like a mental tug as she felt the tiny droplets of mesh connect with something metal. "I think... I might have done it?" She stated, although there was no way of telling. Now it was just a matter of using the neuroflux to stimulate the nanoprobes. If you couldn't jolt them with electricity, then maybe you could just... Vibrate them slightly? Give them a wake-up shake? It was worth a try. She was quiet for another handful of seconds before speaking again. "...Do you feel anything?"

It took a little while, with most of One's blood being normal and the nanoprobes being quite spread out, but they did start to feel better quickly, their head becoming clearer. "Whatever you're doing seems to be working," they told Niwayiva. They tried to move their arm, which didn't work and probably just needed an engineer to look them over since they weren't actually Borg, but it was at least a relief that they weren't going to die a slow death due to oxygen deprivation in the brain.

Amonst the general chaos that was the medical bay Quinn continued to monitor Vara'l's vitals as best as possible. He was deteriorating, which wasn't good, but you know what was good? Actually, no, there was nothing good about this situation at all. But hey, at least life support was still working, at least for now anyway.

Alin, meanwhile, had taken note of all the ex-borg in the medical levels, but missed a few. "I don't see Two of Thirteen, Five of Eight, Ten of Forty-Five, Twelve of Twenty, Astrid, Kvig Grimur, Rhea Tewari, or T'Vira. I'll send a message down the relay to try to locate them, and to send anyone with artificial organs this way too. I'd rather they're all here and we run ourselves ragged than someone dies because we couldn't get to them in time." He could probably jump in to close most gaps, even if this wasn't his usual job. He did do his time jumping from discipline to discipline after the Academy, after all, he picked some stuff up there that would still be useful.

Niwa hadn't been particularly optimistic, so when One said that the neuroflux treatment was working, she was genuinely taken aback. "It's working? You're starting to feel better? Okay, uhm - someone gather up any other Borg we have here and bring them over, this'll be easier if everyone is in one place. We just have to do the same for all of them as well." Immediately she stood to administer the fix to Zero next - a larger dose at that too, given that it was evident that the majority of their bloodstream was made up of nanoprobes. No way had this worked. No way. If she wasn't still busy concentrating and working out what to do next, she would have fist-pumped the air.

Vara'ls breaths in and out were now firmly short. His pulse as it continued to be monitored had also started to become more irregular. As things progressed and as his body continued to reel, Vara'l's vitals continued to deteriorate further. His Caucasian like skin tones, already paler than the norm for his family usually on account of his time as a Borg, had paled further.

Having been trying to pay attention to what Niwayiva had been doing as well as their own patient, Quinn was quick to realise that something successful was happening over there, and it was to do with XBs. Not being able to block out sound with their earplugs, they were instead hearing basically everything all at once, unable to filter anything out, but that also had it perks because it meant they could pick up on the odd word here and there in other folks' conversations. Deciding that there was no harm in trying, Quinn rather hastily jogged off to grab a stretcher before bringing it back a moment later. Some of its features were electrically assisted, sure, but the basic functions were entirely analogue, including the ability to override the height controls and adjust it manually. "Can I get help with a transfer please?" They called out to a nearby couple of nurses, whom were glad to briefly assist in transferring Vara'l from the biobed he was on to the stretcher. Quinn very quickly told one of the nurses to look after the child he was with, at which point the Junior Doctor began wheeling him over to the former ACMO, bringing him nearer to where she was working. "Lieutenant, his condition is worsening. GCS4, resp rate 31. Did I overhear something to do with you working on a fix for their... Their... You know, the-the Borg things?" The stress of the day had really begun getting to Quinn, with the combination of the lack of functioning equipment and general increase of background noise really feeling quite overwhelming. Still, they were focusing on their training as best as possible and powering through, even if it did mean they forgot the words for certain things.

"That you did," Niwa answered as Quinn brought Vara'l over so he could be set on the biobed next to Zero. They had started to make a little gathering here: One in a chair against the wall, the other two in biobeds, and however many more inbound. The thought of working on three people at once was daunting, never mind even more. She was already concerned about her ability to keep this up. Normally with neuroflux technology you manipulated it for a second or so until it was the shape you wanted it to be. You didn't actively keep manipulating it, never mind in the tiniest liquid state you could get it to be in, and in the bloodstream of multiple patients at once. She was already having to split her effort, and it hadn't taken long for worry to start gnawing at her... But she kept it very strictly hidden. Keep up a brave face in front of the patients. Don't show them your concern. "I'm using neuroflux technology to bind to their nanoprobes and manually stimulate them. It seems to be working for Lieutenant One so far - hopefully, it'll work for your patient too." With that, she moved on from Zero and injected the next dose into Vara'l's bloodstream.

It was working on this patient! Their breathing and heart rate, which had been deathly slow before, were speeding up to a normal pace, and while before they'd been almost entirely grey, they were... Still that, due to all the nanoprobes, but with a healthier glow to them. Having had a slight furrow of their brow before, like they were having a bad dream, their expression was now more relaxed. There was no tricorder or biobed to tell Niwa that their vital signs were stabilising, but she could safely assume they were better than before. (edited)

In came the ACOO, leaning heavily on the side of someone assisting them. "Hiya," they greeted sheepishly. "Feel free to send anybody who's worse off ahead of me, all I've got is a nasty headache and a bit of dizziness-- oh!! Niwa! I was just telling the new Deputy Commander all about you, it's really good to see you!" Their smile was weary, but genuine. There was One, too! They waved to them, in case they weren't in the mood for conversation. They looked a just little bit disgruntled.. (edited)

It looked like word had gotten out to the other Liberated Borg okay and they had managed to make their way to medical from wherever they were. If she had struggled getting through the jefferies tubes then she couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for anyone with malfunctioning implants or nanoprobes. Those poor people! "Come on over, Chief, and take a seat in one of these chairs or on a biobed depending on how dizzy you're feeling. I can't fix up any prosthetics, but I can at least get you feeling a bit better!" While talking the surgeon went about preparing a new syringe, this one for Five. It seemed that the technique was working, as even Zero - who had been in a very bad way - seemed to have visible improvement. Niwa's eyes and facial/tendril grooves were still lit up with bioluminescent white: a sign she was still keeping up her concentration on this experimental fix for the Borg officers.

"I'll be fine just sitting. Thanks a bunch," Five hummed, taking a seat and thanking their assistant, who went back out to play messenger. "I would roll up my sleeve up if I could.." The gentle glow to her features was really pretty, but they wouldn't distract her with idle chatter.

Vara'ls downward spiral, with their nanoprobes stimulated, slowed and then stopped as treatment was administered. They'd also stabilised for now in the sort of state slightly improved than the one they'd been in. He remained paler..but his pulse had improved. Probably also safe enough to assume they were better than before. While some signs remained that probably indicated Vara'ls body really hadn't appreciated being suddenly effective deprived of several implants, it seemed that this had also assisted somewhat with that. Oddly, if his facial expressions served to indicate he was dreaming, it looked if anything like he'd been blessed with a good dream. Something which, he was unfortunately not that too regularly blessed with. *Not that anyone happened to be likely to know about that, unless they had had access to his medical file and remembered what was on there. *

Twelve slipped in at this point, her face very very pale as she was assisted in by the ensign. She'd deteriorated enroute, at first slowly but.. it had progressed as she'd worried it would. Her breaths were snatched in hitches at points and as she arrived at the door, she softly proceeded to say to the ensign that had helped her. "..Thank you for the help." As she then looked to Ten then to the nearest nurse. "I need..help but first, I've administered a antiemetic for Lieutenant Ten, his stomachs.. artificial." She'd managed. "Standard dosage." She'd then proceeded to show them the dose container. "G-got that?" As soon as she'd received the confirmation, she signed a thank you..or tried to, to them and Ten. Then her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head and she'd then proceeded to promptly lose consciousness. That of course had the expected result, she started to fall, though she was being helped by a ensign. Which probably happened to be a very good thing as she passed out and her legs proceeded to give way. (edited)

Five was wondering why so many people were unconscious. Zero looked to be in rough shape (not appearance-wise, they were quite pretty), presumably because of the amount of nanoprobes in their cells, but everyone else..hmm. It would have been instantaneous as the storm hit, and not a gradual effect, no?... Confusing. None of their business, they weren't a doctor.

Ten followed Twelve and the ensign, he did not look much better. He climbed thru the tube and fell out into the medical bay. He was short of breath, he leaned up agenst a wall then he hacked into his arm, a mix of blood and lunch came up. He breathed heavily and pointed to Twelve "She needs help, her legs ears are broken. And and you all need to know the the XBs nanites are failing, we are gunna die." Ten then passed out

What the FUCK??? "Is there some kind of worse disease going on???" Five wondered out loud.

It took a lot to try the surgeon's patience, but one of her own junior doctors deciding to state out loud, in front of multiple other Liberated Borg, that all of them were going to die was not appreciated by her. She would have told them off, mother-style, had they not promptly slumped down afterwards. Neither Ten nor Twelve hit the ground hard, assisted by the nurses and set on the biobeds. "No, there's no disease, and no, no one is going to die. I cannot fix 'broken' legs and ears which are not broken, they're down due to cybernetics and prosthetics-" she could see that from just the most basic primary survey, "but I can stop deterioration due to the failure of the nanoprobes. If you're conscious, sit still and I'll get to you. If you're unconscious, stay down for a minute until I'm finished at least." With that, she set about administering more of the liquid neuroflux to now three new patients, now six in total. How the heck was she going to keep this up, and for how long..?

Alright, well, that was Five of Eight, Ten of Forty-five, and Twelve of Twenty accounted for. With relative grace, he picked Twelve up, and hoisted her onto a biobed, before doing the same to Ten. "It might be a combination of oxygen deprivation and lightheadedness, but in either case they should be waking up soon once their bodies readjust. I think Ten was mostly being dramatic, they should have been told by the messenger that we have a cure for them." He kept a finger on both their pulses, just in case, but he was pretty sure they'd be fine.

Twelve slowly returned to conscious after a moment and proceeded to comment. "We .. rather regret the climb now." She half groaned. "We suspect..that was a bit..too much."

"Yeah, I think so too, buddy," Alin said, letting go of Twelve's wrist.

The Tactical ensign, who'd assisted the best they could, snapped up. "Yes sir, I told him just that, sir!" they confirmed.

Upon being put on the bed Ten snapped back awake. "I'm late for my date." He said not very coherently.

Niwa seemed so stressed... Immediately feeling loads better, Five frowned a little, mentally figuring a way they could lend a hand, or reassure her at all. "Your date can and will wait," they told Ten firmly. "Sit still and please try not to spew any more false nonsense about dying. We're going to be fine."

"We assume you said think so, not 'You drink so cuddy'.. so we assume you agreed with us." Twelve commented, eyes fixed on Alin. Her pulse probably indicated combined with her looking more grey than usual that it happened that she probably shouldn't have engaged in that climb at all. How she presently looked and the tone she tried and failed to fully effect properly due to how bad her hearing happened to be at present, probably betrayed the fact she was very much aware of this. Very much aware of this and having likely just mentally kicked herself for being stupid. Something that continued to show even as she signed. "Hello, sorry about that."

Ten did just that, realizing he was in the medbay not as a doctor but a patent. He'd at least be a compliant one. "Sorry sir, I am not thinking straight. I am going to lay here."

Once Ten was back up, Alin let go of his wrist, too. "I second Chief Five of Eight. As long as you stay where we put you and do as we ask, everyone will be alright sooner rather than later." He decided not to pay any mind to the weird stuff Twelve was saying, far more concerned with making sure everyone was doing okay. One seemed to have brightened up considerably, and both Zero and Vara'l were doing okay for the time being. He decided to help Niwayiva out by baring the arms of both Twelve and Ten, applying tourniquets and standing at the ready with disinfectant wipes, the less Niwa had to do the better.

Quinn was very much so not impressed with the behaviour of their own colleague. A medical profesional of all people should surely be able to determine they were not, in fact, all going to die. However, instead of commenting they continued to work as best as possible to assist the nurses in what they were doing with what little equipment everyone still had. It was stressful, but things were getting there, right? They didn't like how stressed Niwayiva sounded, though, but considering the fact she was pregnant and was currently having to assist multiple patients at once, it wasn't even remotely surprising.

Words couldn't express how grateful she was for Alin and Five speaking up to try to get a bit more control of the situation. She could only give the two of them a smile, but her expression genuinely did convey that she meant it. Next to head over was Lhi, another of the Liberated Borg who had been in the medical bay; and as such, they were next for an injection of liquid neuroflux. Okay, that was seven people now. Vote Niwa for the next Borg Queen 2414. "Okay, that's everyone so far. So just... Stay put, don't try to go anywhere, don't do anything daft. Talk or sign amongst yourselves, but just... Please don't do anything that would exacerbate your condition, okay?" With her pleading over, the Vau N'Akat took the seat next to One. There was a bit of shuffling as she adjusted herself and pulled her legs up onto the chair too so she could sit cross-legged. She sat there back straight as possible, hands folded beneath her baby bump, and closed her eyes so she could concentrate. All she had to do was keep these people going. Engineering and Science would work a way out of all of this nonsense soon enough and everything would go back to normal again. ...Right?

Five, on the other side of Niwa, set a hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing back and forth in an attempt to be comforting. They said nothing. Keeping the medical bay quiet would be the best idea right now. Also, they'd be her campaign manager for Borg queen, if she wanted.

Twelve frowned a bit as she tried to focus her mind and allowed herself to lay back on the biobed she'd been placed on. She closed her eyes and focused on something half remembered, from a dream. Focused on it and started to try and further calm herself as she rested.

Vara'l remained in the state he was for the most part. But, freed from some of the strain everything had placed on it. It probably started to become apparent that on top of the other stuff, Vara'l now seemed to be in less discomfort.

After having previously used the Jeffries tubes to arrive, having been fashionably late to the medical party, Matryx kept himself upright and in as professional a demeanor as possible. Walking in he could tell by the patients that were currently being treated and seemed not to be in too much discomfort that the rest of the medical team had been able to keep things well under control, and approached all of them with a smile. "Team," he said. "You should be very proud of yourselves for having operated in such... inconvenient circumstances. Apologies for my lateness, ACMO duties were elevated tenfold in this emergency." Approaching Niwa, but not getting too close, he gave a warm smile and kept his voice down. "How are you holding up, Lieutenant? You and the mini future ACMO?" He joked, hoping to ease any nerves she could have had.

Telim, after he proceeded to bid Lhi goodbye for now and indicated he'd be nearby if they wanted anything translated after their nap, scurried over to his dad. Once there, he settled down next to the biobed, he'd then hugged his dads arm. Or well, tried to.

Little (well not very little, he was 6'5) Lhi was still on the biobed having a good sleep. Their liver failure was causing their ammonia levels to rise but they seemed to be at peace, just there sleeping.

Xuan was collecting the used syringes in a sharps box to be recycled once the power came back on. Using needles to adminster medication was fast and easy in emergencies, but the medical waste it caused was incredible. They noticed the ACMO come into the room and put their box down and headed towards him. "Jolan tru, sir," They greeted the man, getting right next to him so he could hear them speak. "<<Please do not interrupt Arrain Niwa, she is handling a very sensitive operation and we need to, as the terran say, 'let her cook'," Xuan said in Rihannsu, forgetting for a moment that the UT was not function. They remembered soon after and attempted to repeat their words in Standard. "Let her cook."

Five shushed Matryx, shaking their head a little. "She's concentrating on keeping her patients alive right now, Commander. Hardly any room for idle chatter. Best to keep the room quiet as we can."

Certainly understanding let her cook from Xuan and following being scolded by Five, Matryx simply put his hands up and backed away without saying a word. Five and Xuan were right, Niwa needed to cook. So, he stepped away, pretending he didn't say anything. Keep the room as quiet as they could? Matryx stood back, crossing his arms and kept quiet, scanning for any irregularities.

Twelve briefly slipped into sleep for a little bit, before she twitched awake. Silent as she then looked about, initially slightly confused for reasons she declined to speak about. The confusion something that cleared as she looked about, glanced at Telim and sighed silently, pained to see a son here. Presented with that fact that fathers happened to not be invincible.

Telim continued to hug his dads arm. As he did so though and spotted Five.. he waved at them a bit. He then looked about and..once he located a chair, moved it over as quietly as a 10/11 year old could have managed to be next to his dad. He then hugged his dads arm once more.

"He'll be alright," Xuan walked over to where Talim was comforting his father. This was truly Xuan's test a strength, dealing with a kid with an ex Free State father, literally the two things they were terrible at. "Niwayiva is a skilled doctor, she is keeping everyone safe," They gave their reassurance although if this storm didn't blow over soon Xuan wasn't sure if Niwa's temporary fix could be sustainable much longer. They didn't want to think about it too much though, hopefully everyone would make it. Xuan was fully aware their resting bitch face was not very reassuring, but hopefully this small Romulan child would understand.

“R-really?” Telim hugged his dad’s arm more. “He promised me and my mom… when we all ran from the nasty people to the fleet that he’d be there to see me graduate from uni when I’m older.” The kid softly responded in Rihannsu. “Th-thats ages away h-he promised.” Telim’s shoulders proceeded to shake a bit. “He’s gotta get better.”

Watching from afar, Matryx's smile returned as he watched Xuan and Telim. That was the sort of atmosphere he wanted to create within the medical department, and certainly one he assumed Vialara would want to keep up. He gave an approving nod to Xuan, like a proud father - no. Wait. DadMat didn't have a nice ring to it... (edited)

There were a million things Xuan wanted to say to Telim, but he was an innocent kid in all of this. They knelt down next to Telim and smiled the best they could. They understood Telim's concern, it was a lot of emotions to take in as a child, Xuan had certainly been there too. Xuan took a deep breath and reached a hand out towards Talim. "And he will. He's resting peacefully now so in the meantime the rest of us need to believe in him and stay strong so that when he wakes up he can see that we're alright too. Do you need some water? My name is Xuan Nhat by the way, two-part terran name, it was my father's idea."

Telim looked to the hand..and accepted it, to shake in the human way. “Don’t know if dad rests peacefully..h-he’s smiling but.” The kid paused them. “Wish doctors could heal ouch in here.” He pointed to his heart before he focused on what else they said. “Hope you’re right..a-and kinda, I’m a little bit thirsty..” He then paused. “Hello Xuan Nhat, I’m Telim, Telim tr’Cora..though dad said I could be a tr’Hara to if I wanted.” The kid said as he introduced himself. “Dad said my bio dad and my mom named me after my mom’s great granddad.”

If there was one bit of Romulan culture Xuan never could wrap their head around it was the whole family thing. They didn't understand house culture and whatnot, but when you're also half Trill and your father is joined well, who is and isn't family is a bit hazy. Sometimes it felt like half the galaxy was Xuan's cousins the way their father spoke about his off-world adventures. "Some things don't have a cure, and that's alright. I'll be right back," Xuan gave Telim's hand a little squeeze before heading off to grab some water. They soon returned with two cups in hand, one for themself and one for Telim. Xuan wasn't particularly thirsty, but they knew how children were social creatures and doing an activity with them was important. "Telim tr'Cora, that's a pretty name. You could always hyphenate your name? Telim tr'Cora-Hara? Maybe it's a little bit of a tongue twister," Xuan chuckled softly before taking a slow sip of their water. "I have a double last name too, Khnialmnae-Sul'hoth, it's also a mouthful."

“Wish they did though…” The kid softly sighed. “I..I know that..that’s alright but..” Telim swallowed a hit. “Dad hurts and I don’t want him to hurt.” He’s then nodded when they said they’d be right back. “Okayy…a-and…thank you” When they returned and after he’d accepted they drink they then complimented and then suggested hyphenating his name, the kid looked very thoughtful. A look that remained as he listened. “Thank you for the compliment a-and.. maybe..” The kid had then softly smiled when the other called that a tongue twister. “I guess it is kinda..but it seems..like a nice idea and..your name sounds really nice.” He then paused and looked to them again as he considered earlier conversations. Considered them and then elected to not mention it what he’d wondered about…it seemed like adult stuff. Not kid stuff. A thought that departed his mind as he realised something, “O-oh, Lieutenant Lhi asked about Five earlier, whenever they stop napping…s-should I go tell Five?”

"I understand your concern and I believe your father is strong. He survived a lot and.. I can see he has a lot of love for you," Xuan would typically say that their patient was a person with a good heart or something along those lines, but they were not going to say something they didn't fully stand behind. Vara'l was a changed man, clearly, but that didn't erase his past sins which was something Xuan didn't think they'd ever get over. "Thank you for the compliment, Telim. A lot of people on Trill and Mol'Rihan struggle with saying my entire name," Xuan drank another sip of water. "I think Five is busy supporting Niwa right now, like I'm supporting you," Xuan looked towards the orange haired liberated Borg who was still next to Niwa, comforting her. "Lhi is sleeping peacefully, I am sure Five can see that," Xuan very well knew Lhi was going through liver failure, but maybe that wasn't something to tell Telim right now. "You can stay here with me for now, hopefully this storm blows over soon..."

"Dad tries to be strong.." The kid responded softly before he continued before..he then smiled at what they said. "Dads old Riov Samekir said he he'd naturally grow hair before dad ever stopped loving me and my adopted bro, dad said my bio dad was like that too." Telim trailled off into silence a moment there as he looked over to Lhi briefly then looked back to Xuan and softly smiled. "You're welcome.." He'd then looked..fairly thoughtful for a moment before he smoothly proceeded to say. "Khnialmnae-Sul'hoth." As he tried out the words, tried out saying them like that. Succeeded in saying it first time. He rather liked languages after all. He'd then glanced back to Lhi and looked thoughtful and..concerned. Concern he elected not to voice as he instead looked back at Xuan. "O-okay." He then paused. "..Thank you for that.. and hope so." The kid then frowned a moment and then schooled his expression back to a calm, a slightly concerned calm..but still a calm. "Really don't like this storm.."

Xuan listened to what Telim had to say, keeping their demeanour calm. The ACTO did sound like a caring father and someone who had compassion for others. His old CO also sounded like a kind soul but... A Reman name. Did this Reman also know that the ACTO used to serve under a regime who's leader literally called the Reman species 'the beasts of burden'? Did this Reman CO know that Vara'l served under.. Xuan caught themself scraping the sides of their water cup just before the compulsions became noticeable and looked back at the kid. "Your dad sounds very caring and I am glad you have someone who cares so much for you in your life," They stated, taking another breath and a sip of water. "You're doing a great job, Telim. I'm really proud of you," A part of Xuan felt bad for Telim, for having to be born during such a time in Romulan history. They were just a doctor, but they did hope they were performing their role as temporary guardian well. They had feelings about the ACTO, but Telim was innocent in all of this. He didn't deserve any of this, to go through such hardships. "We can focus on something happier. Do you have any hobbies, Telim? Any games you like to play when not at school?"

"Dad's like the other Hara, he's really nice." The kid paused before he continued. "Grandma and granddad don't like to talk about it, but Uncle Samekir said they helped people like him and that dad tried to help my bio dad too.. cause the nasty people didn't like them." The kid trailed off looking briefly pained by grief. "I-I really don't wanna loose him too." The kid whispered quietly as he looked back to his unconscious adoptive dad. He'd then looked to Xuan. "Okay.." The kid paused to think. "..Well, I like learning languages, especially sign languages.." Telim proceeded to say as he continued to look thoughtful. "I also like swimming and chess." The kid then softly smiled. "Dad's also been teaching me meditation stuff." Telim considered the game things for a moment longer than what he considered games a bit longer before he answered that bit of the question. "Well.. I like some of the old terran puzzle games..a-a-nd I like minecraft." He sipped his drink then. "They're fun to do when I'm not learning or reading stuff or out playing in the holodeck with dad or my babysitter or playing with friends elsewhere."

Xuan was honestly not following the Hara family tree well. They were already pretty terrible at making heads or tails when it came to Romulan families and their politics, but Telim had... So many parents. Xuan nodded along and let Telim speak, giving him as much time as he neeed to get his thoughts out. "Those are all good hobbies to have. It's important that you enjoy outdoor activities too, even if we're on a starbase," Xuan said with a soft smile. "Minecraft is fun too, I will admit I was never very good at it, but I get a little tired looking at a screen so long," They admitted, placing their empty cup of water on the table. "What are your favourite holodeck programmes? I've been trying to find some good ones. This is my first time outside of Romulan space and I don't really know much about the Federation's catelogue."

Probably wasn't helped by the fact that Telim used Uncle for Samekir because of how close the Remain Riov happened to be to the family. Used it for that and also completely failed to realise that his use of uncle that that probably helped very little if someone wanted to work out Vara'ls family tree. That and well, Telim also considered himself to have one living dad yes, but also that Vara'l happened to be his second dad. That dad he'd ended up with, who he loved like he had and did love his bio parents too. "I do enjoy outdoor stuff too.." The kid responded softly. "Dad takes me home to Mol'Rihan every shore leave, we go visit Uncle Samekir and the rest of the family." The kid continued. "Get to play outside and do loads of different things.. also try and split up time on games with other stuff too thoughhh." He'd then paused a moment. "..Favourite holo programs.." He mumbled as he considered his answer. "I like puzzle games, they've got a holodeck version of a game called hue that we play and then there's Minecraft for holodeck." Telim paused then.. as he realized genres were probably better than all he like listed. "I like the detective programs and some of the fantasy ones, my favorite's Hue currently." The kid paused. "But thats now I, I bet when I'm older I'm gonna end up liking other things too."

Xuan had already put the cup down on the table, but they found themself looking back over to make sure it was still there as they continued to listen to Telim speak. Going to Mol'Rihan on shore leave sounded nice, uncle Samekir, there was that name again. Xuan had resigned themself to not understand what was going on with the Cora or Hara house, it didn't matter too much, they were here to comfort Telim, not be some Romulan political scientist. They nodded in acknowledgement, looking back at Telim and then back up at the cup as if fearing it would grow legs and walk away or something. "That sounds like a fun time, I was working on Mol'Rihan before I came here," Xuan responded with a fond smile as they thought about their family waiting for them back on their homeworld. Their mother worked, but their father was funemployed and travelled a lot. "Minecraft in the holodeck? That sounds fun, but also a little scary. It may be a little silly, but monsters in video games always make me jump," Xuan said with a soft chuckle. "Our interests can change as we get older, but that doesn't mean we won't still enjoy the things we love now," Xuan said, their eyes going back to the table for a split second, then a second time, then again. Xuan stood up a little so they could rearrange the cup and the non-functional PADD on the table. It wasn't needed, but being able to touch the objects somehow made them feel more at ease that they were actually there. "Do you prefer to play alone or with friends? I take it you have friends on this station who play?"

Things seemed to be underway in Science and Engineering to get things fixed. That meant that it was the perfect time for other things to un fix, right? Without warning, a sudden feeling of weightlessness swept over everyone here. Objects began floating. People began floating. It would appear that the gravity had turned off: a sign that the life support system was losing more power.

"Uh-oh," was the only thing Alin audibly uttered, before realising that if he was floating, so were their patients... which was less than ideal. He motioned for all medical personnel... that was, all medical personnel that could work, to start strapping patients to their biobeds, so they wouldn't take a major fall once the gravity turned back on. He started with Twelve and Ten, since he was still near them when he left the ground. Thank god for the fact that biobeds were attached to the ground.

Ten tried to use his missing arm to grab the bed, then his good arm and his hand sliped, clawing the bed as he began to float. * "Click ack Another swear word" *He uttered as he began to float away, he was caught by Alin and strapped down to the bed. "Thank you sir."

Had Niwa reached some ultimate zen level of concentration and unlocked spiritual enlightenment? Had she obtained the ability to levitate? Was that why she suddenly felt weightless? No, it was because the gravity had just turned off. She opened her eyes to find everything starting to float; medical officers, patients, and a lot of old-style equipment that had been gathered up from the depths of storage. "Oh. Oh no," was all she could say, her worry increasing tenfold. The bioluminescent furrows on her face and tendrils flickered as her focus dropped, too busy trying to work out how to remedy this new, very unfun twist to their situation.

"Easy, easy," Five kept their hold on Niwa's shoulder, and was now able to manipulate themself enough to get both hands, turning her to face them. "Stay focused. Close your eyes. I'll get us to the ground, you just need to focus on keeping everyone steady, alright?" Would it be bad if they admitted they were having a little bit of fun in the air? Whee.. "You can do this. I know you can."

"Concentrate, Lieutenant," Alin implored Niwayiva, which was a bit weird since not too long ago she was still his ACMO.... still, she needed to focus on what she was doing, and everyone else could worry about everything else. "We'll take care of this, just concentrate," he continued, pushing off of Twelve's biobed to float over to Zero and Lhi, to strap them down too.

Quinn, having been assisting with various patients here and there, had also begun floating (what a surprise). Eyes widening, as they felt themself become weightless, they immediately reached for the nearest biobed, grabbing ahold of it to stop themself going anywhere. Stressed out of their mind and only briefly glancing over at Niwayiva, they began audibly running through the protocols they had to follow, trying to give themself something to focus on and ground themself with. "Zero gravity protocols require all medical personnel to secure patients..." They said as they strapped Vara'l down to his biobed. "...And any loose equipment that my cause risk of injury upon gravity returning." The Junior Doctor continued, reaching out and trying to get ahold of various floating pieces of equipment.

Unfortunately, the chair One had been deposited on was not attached to the floor, and in fact they were currently still sitting in the chair, though they were floating somewhere near the ceiling. They just hoped the gravity wouldn't turn back on while they were up there.

Giving up on the 'don't show your worry in front of the patients' act, there was no way of stopping her from chuckling nervously even while Five was taking her hands. "I am not closing my eyes, I'll end up in the ceiling."

"You're going to be fine. Just -- ah, look at me, alright? That's part of what you're focusing on." Five felt along behind them for something to grab onto, trying to lower themself and Niwa close to the ground as they could. Maybe if they hooked their foot under the bottom of a biobed... "You're alright. The life support systems are still functioning, it just diverted power from gravity."

The ACOS was just patiently waiting, although the painkillers did help tone down the migraine she was experiencing, the sudden weightlessness and the implications that already held based on their current situation did not at all help ease her psyche. "Awe bugger!" She muttered to herself, not willing to swear at the presence of a child. "Lieutenant, you're going to be fine! We believe in you." Jena said to Niwa, that's probably the most help she could be able to at the moment. "I believe you all got this! We've probably been through worse things before, but that hasn't stopped us before, hasn't it?"

A deep, slow breath was taken, looking to Five. She gave a nod and bit her lip, be that in fear of breaking into nervous laughter again or just straight up crying. Keeping seven people alive with the power of her mind and some neuroflux tech while floating and with baby kicking her, wOULD YOU STOP THAT. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool, no doubt no doubt no doubt no doubt!

"Good, that's it. You're doing alright." Five glanced around, spotting an empty biobed and trying to get them both close to it. Their gaze darted to Alin. "Commander, could you make sure she's secure? I have to make sure our lovely ACSO doesn't break all of their bones," they joked lightly, gesturing up to One hovering near the ceiling.

"Will do," Alin said, having finished securing all of the patients in the room. "Niwayiva, I am going to pull you down towards me, just a warning," he said, not wanting to startle her back out of her focus once two massive hands grabbed her by the arms. He pulled her down to the nearest free biobed, and instead of completely strapping her down like he would a patient, he simply secured one of the straps over her legs so she couldn't float off, but still had free range of movement in her upper body.

The idea of being physically strapped down somewhere also wasn't nice, but at least then she wouldn't run the risk of floating away into... Well, it wasn't as if you could go far because the ceiling was up there, but the ceiling was far enough. Sure things didn't weigh anything right now, but Alin's manoeuvring of her was still impressive. She bet that he'd still be able to lift her with the gravity on, too. Once she had been tugged down to the biobed, she held onto it with both hands and arranged herself in a cross-legged position again while Alin secured the strap over her lap. Okay. This was fine. This was... There were still syringes and gauze and all sorts floating through the air, but it would be fine. "Thank you," she stated to both Alin and Five, very much thankful to them for their help. She'd have still been panicking now otherwise.

Telim nodded in response to Xuans question. "I like playing on my own when there's been loads of noises." He'd responded at first before the gravity stopped and he'd then grabbed onto the bed. As the doctor then strapped his dad down, Telim simply watched what was going on as he floated and held onto the bed. He then looked visibly worried when someone mentioned about breaking bones. He certainly disliked the sound of that!

Turns out, it's quite difficult to swim with one arm. Five moved to grab hold of the leg of One's chair. Okay...hm. Now what? "One, would you rather I carry you or just drag the whole chair down?" Consent is key, kids!

"Whichever is most efficient is fine by me," One said, kind of glad they wouldn't have to sit there until the world decided to go right side up again.

"Is there anything we can use to secure the chairs to or near the ground? The last thing we want is anything broken." In the meantime, Five moved to get One down, hovering by their non-mechanical side. "Can you put your arm around my shoulder?"

"I can," One replied easily, doing as asked. "If I can be strapped to a bed, I can hold onto the chair myself. I would not be of much use otherwise," they suggested, holding onto Five with an unsure grip, as if this level of physical closeness was unfamiliar to them at best.

"You've got it. Thanks a bunch." Five moved down to help make sure One was secure, flashing them a reassuring grin. Then went to help Dr. Rose collect everything floating around!

Twelve, strapped to the bed as she was, allowed herself to relax. The lack of gravity happened to be..strangely nice for her she'd realized. Strangely calming. After a bit of time, she actually managed to fall asleep.

Telim floated a bit then as he looked over to his dad then looked to Xuan. "I'm..scared." The kid admitted very softly.

"Telim, this way," Five called out, opening an arm to reach for the boy's hand. "Let's get you secure and safe, okay?"

Remembering something he'd been taught on the Holodeck by his dad around the time he remembered a bit of what Rakim had told him about old space stuff, Telim looked to Five. Looked at them, scared as he nodded softly and then looked back to where he'd positioned his hands as he'd held on to the med bed. He'd then looked to Xuan. "G-gonna go to five." He commented in Rihannsu before he moved.. slipped his feet under him and very very gently pushed him self toward Five. Once close enough, he grasped Fives hand he proceeded to say. "Hello!" As he smiled, a smile tinged with fear. Telim was..rather scared right now.

"Hiya." Five secured Telim with just a strap around his legs, so he was free to move around as he pleased. "I need you to stay very still so you don't get hurt when the gravity comes back on, okay?"

"Hey." He paused a bit as he looked to the strap on his legs and then looked to Five after a moment. "O-okay..I'll try." The kid proceeded to say before he softly admitted. "..I'm Scared.."

It was around this time Twelve snapped awake again. After a brief and very confused look, she calmed herself and then just stared up at the cieling.

"You'll be alright," they said, floating off to help everyone else secure themselves and assist in cleaning up the rest of the floating equipment. Five was just glad they didn't feel so useless anymore..

Telim looked over to where his dad was and remained silent. He was scared, but he also happened to know that in dangerous situations..it usually paid to let the starfleet uniformed adults work. His being scared was well, something he needed to deal with, especially as his dad remained unconscious.

Quiet while she sat on one of the biobeds, Niwa tried to block out any other sound. It had been well over a year since she had last used her neuroflux telekinesis, so not only was she out of practice... But she had never used it for a vastly extended amount of time before, nor in a microscopic liquid form, nor in the literal bloodstreams of seven people. She had broken into a cold sweat and her hands had started trembling from the exertion - she kept them firmly clasped together to ignore it. Some of the others might be stable enough, but there was no way she could drop her focus entirely. Not with the state that Vara'l and Zero had been in: it was far too risky. Not too much longer and all of this will be over, she hoped... Someone out there would be coming up with a solution.

Twelve started to look around. Watched what was going on from her bed. When she spotted Telim and how he looked, Twelve waved to him slightly. Once she was sure she had the other's attention. She started to sign as best as she could while she happened to be strapped down to a bed. That while also not exactly.. well, even if her condition had stablized. "Hello, we're Twelve of Twenty, what's your name?" She then started to converse with the kid. While it happened that she couldn't help at all with other stuff. She reckoned she could at least try to help the kid. The kid who looked, understandably, fairly scared. Scared like someone from. No, she suppressed that dream recollection with a effort of will. Dreams were inefficient, they marred the memory with falsehoods. She was Twelve of Twenty, she was a individual. A personality in part born in Unimatrix Zero..and nursed to health in the Cooperative consciousness. Facts that remained utterly irrelevant to a conversation started and maintained with a young individual from species 3783. One called Telim. One who it turned out, happened to know Rakim. Who also liked Minecraft.

Telim signed and conversed with Twelve, distracted somewhat by the conversation. The use of we a lot seemed...different, to the kid. Wasn't the lady just one person, he'd wondered silently. Did that mean she was a bit like dad? He'd certainly noted their metal. So, as he introduced himself, he out and out murmured. "Why we.." As fear was slightly masked by curiosity.

Five touched down at Niwa's side. She trembled, pulled taut like the last few strands of a worn-out rope, after taking charge and keeping a handful of people alive through the will of her own mind... She deserved to rest. God, Five hoped this all would be over soon. The ACOO sat in front of her, securing their working leg under one of the straps before reaching out, placing a hand on top of her clasped ones. Their thumb circled in a steady pattern, doing their best to be soothing, comforting as they could be.

While just laying there, casually floating a safe distance from the patients in more critical care. Jenaha couldn't help but feel a strong sense of an engineer's insanity from where she was... it was threatening, but at the same time, possibly a good sign.

Out of nowhere the entire station went dark. There was no more emergency lighting, an absent void inside; nothing but the view from the windows displaying the swirl of the combined ion storm and inversion field outside. It was almost peaceful - until suddenly, everything lit up. Any external windows were suddenly illuminated in hues of greens, blues, and purples as the station's shields onlined, inverted, and interacted with the storm. Up and down the station a mini-aurora had formed, giving everyone the view of a truly awe-inspiring, once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon. The aurora was also accompanied by another source of light. A familiar hum suddenly kicked to life; the usual background noise of the station's engines powering on once more. Consoles lit up with a blue 'backup LCARS' screen, monitors began to chime, and both objects and people fell down to the ground as the gravity came back online again. If anyone's cybernetics had been made non-functional they now powered back on - as did any Androids who had been completely oblivious of the situation! For Liberated Borg officers, it was like a surge of energy as nanoprobes started to work at their usual rate and implants worked once more. It would appear that whatever had happened, the station was now shielded from the storm. Somewhere on 777, some rather brilliant minds had fixed things.

" 'Bout time mate!" Jenaha said in the most Aussie way possible to both the Elements and her cybernetic eye as it turned back on and everything went back to normal. As Jena finally got up from being dropped by returning, she knew that it was time for some serious business as she rushed out the door and started running in full force to the commercial promenade, where security would probably be needed most in these kinds of situations.

!!! Both of Five's hands came up, squeezing around Niwayiva's "Niwa-- Niwa, you can let go now! The power's back on!"

Ts'Oclas had faded into the background for a while, not being a doctor or able to be understood, he dealt with lower level patients, mostly giving painkillers and trying to help where he can. Which included holding onto and catching people when the gravity turned off and on.

"Oh, oh thank the stars," she said and immediately sagged in relief. Even though she now had the job of extracting the neuroflux from everyone, just knowing that it was almost over was reassurance enough. She spoke up so all of the Liberated Borg in the vicinity could hear. "Okay, uhm, everyone sit still. I'm going to have to extract the metal from you, and I don't think a tiny, pin-point injection site is going to do it, so... I don't think this will hurt, but it's definitely going to feel weird. On the count of three I want you to take a deep breath and hold it until I'm done, okay? One. Two. Three."

Luckily, Twelve was alerted to the situations improvement by Telim and well her eyes. With a mental impulse sound snapped back in fully. As it did, she inhaled deeply and held her breath.

Ah, weird feelings. Fantastic. Five took and held a deep breath as directed.

As the room went dark, only the pristine view of space providing lights, Quinn simply decided to remain firmly in place, holding onto the biobed out of fear for drifting unknowingly. Once the lighting, and gravity as well, returned, they landed back on their feet with a slight stumble, having to steady themself for a moment. Zero gravity training had never been their favourite activity. Forcing themself to switch back to their training and shut their emotions away for just a moment, the Junior Doctor looked around at the consoles and reactivating biobeds, letting out a thoughtful hum as they quickly picked up one of the tricorders that had fallen on the ground during the lack of gravity, pressing the power button to hopefully turn it on. And turn on it did. "Yes!" They exclaimed happily, expressing far more emotion than they had throughout the rest of the ordeal, before sharply looking up to look at what Niwayiva was doing.

Today was going to go down as the weirdest day she'd ever had in her career, and she was about to do the weirdest thing. Unsure of how best else to retrieve the neuroflux metal, she kept concentrating to detatch it all from where it was bonded with the XB's nanoprobes. Slowly she moved it;, upwards through everyone's systems, into the blood vessels that lined the interior of the nose... And then tugged it out like a big, gross, liquid-metally nosebleed. "Sorry," she said with a wince as she watched it drip from Five's nose, waiting until it had stopped for everyone else before retracting the metal and setting back into the sterile box in a solid state. "I hope that wasn't too disgusting."

Ts'Oclas kind of stood around awkwardly. He'd kind of used up his helpfulness now. So he was waiting for something to do or a doctor to help. What a hell of a first day.

Five wrinkled their nose like a kid who's just been offered a forkful of brussel sprouts, but laughed it off, shaking their head. "No, it's.. it's alright. Are you okay, though? You look exhausted..." Their expression twitched in a soft smile, sympathetic and gentle as ever. "I can walk you back to your quarters to get some rest, if you'd like."

Vara'l, his situation having improved almost instantly as his implants reinitialized should the strain his body had experienced, had been asleep. Rouseable now as he'd improved. Needless to say what had just happened rouse him. Roused him as he wondered about the nose bleed. Consciousness returning as he'd gasped. "Mir!" Steel grey eyes remained unfocused for a moment before, as his hearing returned, he remembered where he'd been. His gaze then focused down on the nose bleed and the bed. "Huh.." He softly huhed then before he noticed he was strapped down. Noticed and quietly panicked. At least before logic highlighted that they'd probably be unstrapped soon. That and other stuff needed to be focused on. "Telim?"

"I'm okay, thank you," Niwa reassured as the lighting to her facial and tendril grooves died down once she had stopped manipulating the neuroflux mesh. In truth it felt like she had ran a marathon. Well... She hadn't ever actually ran one before so she didn't really know, but that was what it felt like. "And there's still work to be done here." With that she untied the fastening on the biobed that had been holding her in place while gravity was off, and swung her legs over the side. Before standing she stopped for a second though, opting to call out to the other officers first. "HCPs, listen up! Anyone who's on a vent, let's get them extubated and onto blood-glass infusers. Start monitoring everything as normal, bloodwork, HR, BP, the works. We can start treating with hyposprays and normal equipment again, so it's all at your leisure - and anyone who's not busy, let's start tidying this place up!"

"Well, I've seen weirder things happen." Quinn commented idly in response to the metal coming out of the XB's noses, albeit mainly to themself. Nurses keeping an eye on biobed readings and patients, the Junior Doctor instead decided to approach their former ACMO, activating their tricorder to start scanning both her and her baby after the strain they had both been put under, through her care of the patients and through the effects of zero gravity. "Don't go overdoing it, Lieutenant." They said in a surprisingly light tone, one they usually didn't use neither on nor off duty, clearly trying to be supportive of someone they genuinely considered a friend.

"I'll get on the blood gas infusers, let the more experienced people do the extubating. Are you sure you're alright, Lieutenant? We can take it from here, if you need." Alin wasn't going to risk damaging people's throats if he could help it. He could, however, grab a tricorder and some infusers and get busy.

Once freed, Telim charged over to his dad. He'd then hugged his dad as he moved so any nurse hopefully wouldn't be affected by his presence. "Daad."

Zero was dreaming. Inside him, thousands of tiny little grey ants were dying, until a colony of blue bees came and stung them back to life. Then, the foreign colony transformed into a slug and exited his body through his nose. He opened his eyes and caught sight of niwa, the queen. She was pretty for a bee-slug. Zadki had been curled up in the corner quite successfully holding himself together, but seeing Zero wake up, he immediately burst into tears.

Twelve,once freed from the bed, idly dabbed at the blood in her face. She considered it all for a moment and considered how she presently felt. Then she elected to remain where she was for a moment. Her nanoprobes allowed time to sort out anything that needed sorting out. As she lay there, Twelve revisited the memory of a dream she suppressed. Considered it as she then clasped her hands together and started meditation breaths. She wanted to remember what she'd experienced. It had seemed so real.

Vara'l returned his sons hug with one of his own. "I'm here, Telim..Im here." He murmured as he hugged them.

"I'm alright, really, but I might just... Sit here for a moment." The others knew what they were doing; there was no harm in letting them do the work for now. Niwa sat there and breathed slowly... And then some music started to play over the comms. She didn't know what it was, but the singer had a nice voice.

Telim hugged his dad tighter and just started to cry. He'd been through alot today. He just wanted to hug and be hugged by his dad now.

Listening to Niwa's response, Quinn barely even got chance to nod before the music kicked in. Almost immediately they winced from the noise, but they decided to try their best and focus on their scans. Confirming that the Lieutenant was fine, albeit really rather tired, the Junior Doctor stopped their. "Let me know if you need anything." They said in their usual flat tone to their former boss, albeit a little softer than usual, before wandering off over to Zero to scan him, comparing their tricorder's readings to the biobed's own.

She let the other medical officers go about their work, but she wasn't going to sit about here like a completely spare part. She looked over the group of Liberated Borg that they had ended up accumulating here. "How are you all doing? Does everyone feel okay?"

"Not one hundred percent but feeling like I'm fixing." Vara'l responded slightly when he heard the question as he continued to hug his son. The Romulan huffed a bit after a moment as he then moved so his son wasnt uncomfortable while they hugged.

Telim hugged his dad more as they moved. He continued to cry a bit before..as things calmed down, he snuggled in a bit. Snuggled into the hug as his breaths evened out and he slipped into sleep.

"We are functioning." Twelve chimed in before she then looked up at her bio bed monitor. "We probably would benefit from regenerating in our alcove for a bit." She then observed then before she paused and idly commented to herself. "That was..vivid." The El-Aurian mused before she proceeded to shake her head slightly and hummed in thought. (edited)

As Ten's eye turned back on he rubbed his head and blinked a few times, the headache had passed and his vision had returned. He sat up and grabbed at his stomach, as he did this he let out a loud burp. That is good he thought. He wiggled his stomach around and with that a few more burps, as his nanoprobes went to work repairing the damage. He turned to Niwayiva "I am doing better, apart from my arm but I left that in the mess hall, so once I am discharged I will retrieve and get it repaired, since I ripped out some wires for use in our triage, I will make an appointment with engineering to have them run a full diagnostics." He looked around at the other ex-Borg. "Perhaps we all should do the same." He smiled at Twelve. "Especially you, Doctor's orders." * He chuckled.*