Star Trek: Starbase 777

Twelve, having been informed about the rescue mission, proceeded directly to the Med bay. She, she happened to feel more like a she today, might be a intensive care doctor but well. She happened to also be another set of hands, another person to ensure wounded were seen too so well. In she proceeded to sweep, swift feet not slowing as she started about the process of ensuring the medbay was ready. Rescue mission happened to mean wounded, the number of wounded and severity wasn't something they happened to know but well. That rather happened to be irrelevant. Preparations needed to be undertaken, they needed to be ready. So she worked, swiftly and silently with a practised professionalism she'd have never identified in herself. This was her function, this was where she happened to feel more at home. Individuality and all it entailed related to downtime? That was less familiar to this metal ribbed hands that worked. Less familiar to the xB as she idly hummed to herself and worked through preparations.

In a move no one ever saw coming, Alanna was actually out on an away mission. Voluntarily too! Doesn't sound too bad until you realise that this was her first time on the Eventide in all her 4 years of being stationed here. Good news however, is that she knew she was qualified for this - having specialised into being a trauma doctor Alanna know there was going to be a lot of imminent treatments that couldn't wait for anyone else.

The other doctors presence noted, Twelve continued with her work. Did so as she proceeded to say. "Greetings, I have started preparations." And nodded to several medical kits. "Those have been finished and checked." Those statements, once made, followed simply by a return to work. A return to function as Twelve turned and resumed preparations for casualties. Did so as she started to quietly hum to herself once more.

"Well done, everyone," chimed the polite voice from the ACMO's PADD as they all prepared themselves for the mission ahead. Most of the preparations had already been completed at the station, but last minute checks and triple-checks never hurt anyone.

Twelve looked to see who the PADD voice belonged to, noted who it was and then continued to work. Did so as she finished up more preparations and turned to another thing, triple checks of everything most certainly planned now. "Do we have any indication on numbers of wounded yet, sir?" Twelve then inquired, unsure how else to respond to the ACMO's praise. All she'd done was carried out her function. How did one react to someone saying well done? That was something she struggled with a bit.

"Not quite yet, Commander. I imagine we will soon enough. We should be prepared for anything," came the response, paired with an anxious twitch of Iviaan's antennae. "I have nothing but the utmost faith in you all."

"Understood, sir." The xB responded then before she affected a polite smile at the follow up comment. All the xB managed to think of in the way of response to what amounted to another statement of faith in them all. The only response she really provided to it too as she simply turned and resumed her work. Did so as, after a bit of time had passed, the humming resumed. That statement of individuality within the ordered world of medical in which she happened to be most comfortable something new. Well, new as far as she happened to know. For all she knew, Mirkya had always hummed when she was working. But well, this happened to be her, happened to be the her of now. Twelve of Twenty and she well, she happened to find the humming to be something that soothed her as she worked. Something that helped her with all this emotional stuff. All this stuff the Cooperative had once shielded her from as part of that chorus of voices. Stuff she discovered she was more comfortable with than she'd used to be.

Guess who was also there... Diahjir! To hopefully help in any way possible with the effort at hand. It didn't hurt to have more hands on deck, after all. He remained quiet, letting his ACMO do the rousing speech this time around.

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Seeing everything under control, he decided to head to the Bridge to man the medical console.

Alanna was mentally preparing for what was to come. The feeling of calm before the storm was real, and right now she was mitigating it by sitting on a chair, her leg instinctively bouncing up and down in anticipation.

"Oh fuck." Was the first words that Alanna had said. Probably one of the clearest exclamations she had said in years. Uhhhh... labour stuff, yes! Alanna scrambled around grabbing equipment that she was not expecting to use today. In preparation for what was about to come barrelling into medbay.

Ship, sweet ship. C’Tessa breathed a sigh of relief, finally back on a place that wasn’t being torn apart. Not injured at all, she just found the nearest place to clean herself off, washing all the blood off her paws. What a mission.. and it had only been a few months here. 777 was wild.

Twelve eventually arrived at the med bay once her other patients had been seen too. Anyone who needed to be transported was transported. Anyone who didn't weren't transported initially. If the android required transport, Twelve had requested it. Only once everything was resolved at the shuttle bay or on the way to med-bay did Twelve huff as she'd sighed then. Did so before swift steps conveyed her directly to the med-bay. Once there, Twelve placed her med kit to one side and retrieved new medicine to replenish what she needed to replenish. With that done, Twelve first moved to check on Samantha and smiled warmly. "Hello Samantha." She'd greeted her then. "How are you doing?" Twelve inquired then as she'd checked her medical tricorder readouts and Samantha's biobed readouts.

Samantha let out a pained little laugh, “A lot better now!!”

Klaa felt herself and the others rematerialized. Looking around she noticed she was in the Med bay of the Eventide. She also saw Mowr there. Alive! “Qapla’!” She shouted in victory before immediately passing out. (edited)

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Twelve gently placed a hand on their shoulder again. "Thats very good." She'd then checked their readouts and smiled a bit. "You're do more pain relief very soon, one of my colleagues will see to that." The El-Aurian informed them. With that then said, Twelve stated warmly. "Your little one is healthy and on the way." Moved to say more before her gaze snapped to Ensign N'garen. "Apologies Samantha but it seems I've got someone else who needs to be checked on." With that stated, Twelve moved over to the ensign and scanned them with a medical tricorder. "Ensign, can you here me?" She asked then as she assessed them to ensure she'd splatted due to exhaustion and not cause of something more serious that needed to be addressed immediately.

Mowr was very surprised he made it out alive, his fur ever so slightly singed. He patted himself down in shock, just to make sure he was in fact alive, and then took in a deep breath and sat down on the floor. “…shit…” He said with a chuckle. (edited)

Much like with Saren in the prison, Alanna's instinct completely took over the situation. She ran over to Commander Takar and hoisted him up, carying him over to a biobed. "C... Clear the Way!" She yelled as she moved, placing him down on the bed and immediately getting to work. Amidst the chaos of the situation, Alanna grabbed a power saw and began cutting into Takar's EV suit to remove it.

Faces still on the floor she managed to get a mumble and gave a thumbs up to twelve. Then quickly fell back asleep.

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Sal was weakly protesting as a medical officer placed her in a bed. She tugged on the nurse's sleeve and asked to be taken to a common room. Clearly she was one of those patients that was "fine."

Twelve smiled a bit at the Ensign and proceeded to ensure they were safely positioned out of the way. Once she'd done that, Twelve grabbed a cushion and placed it under the ensigns head. With that, Twelve looked to Ensign Kip and called. "Ensign, please assist Lieutenant Hensley." Then turned to the officer who'd been impaled. Swift as she opened her med kit next to them she started to get to work. "Hello, I'm Lieutenant Commander Twelve of Twenty, you can call me Mirkya if you want." The El-Aurian greeted them. "You've had quite the experience, I'm going to give you pain relief now as I get to work." Twelve continued then as she started to get to work. Moved swiftly as she worked upon the wound as it'd materialised. Swift and efficient as she worked, Twelve did her best to keep the patient engaged. "Whats your name, officer?" The El-Aurian asked then. Asked as, given what she'd just spotted, she briefly glanced to one of the nurses. "If the Ensign is fine and wants to be moved to a common area, help them to somewhere comfortable so they can rest." The El-Aurian advised the nurse then before she returned her focus to her current patient.

Between seeths of pain, Iro responded. "Iro... First responder on the Lauderdale... Where are we...?"

"You're on the USS Eventide, Lieutenant Iro." The El-Aurian responded then as she administered pain relief to the lieutenant. "You should be feeling a bit better immenantly, please remain still for me." The El-Aurian continued to work then as she started to address the wound. Careful as she worked, she saw to ensuring everything reknitted properly. Did so as she carefully addressed each issue brought about by the impalement that needed addressing. "Lieutenant." She started then as she paused to assess bio-bed readouts and her medical tricorder. "Did you hit your head at all?" The El-Aurian inquired then as she resumed her work.

She offered a tired grin to the doctor in understanding as she was taken to the side corner of the room and propped up. A nurse's readings showed her recovering from oxygen deprivation and unusually high blood pressure, even for a high-stakes mission. Her records had her written down as an Ocampa, famous for having especially fragile bodies and minds. She was dressed in Ops yellow, not Tact red, either. She had a shell-shocked look on her face that fluctuated under an intense film of condensation and sweat. Some environmental storytelling happening here. (edited)

"The Eventide... Is Captain Rai still in command..?" Iro replied groggily. "I don't... think I did." If Twelve was to look over at Iro's file, she'd notice that Iro previously got posted on the Rapture and then 777/Eventide, before being sent to the Fort Lauderdale. Medically, everywhere except the wound was alright- just bruised.

Twelve nodded once then as she worked. Did so as she noted what painkillers she'd given him and augmented that with something for the bruises. "Yes, he is Lieutenant." This approached with care as she maintained both a physical record on his biobed monitor and a mental one with her eidetic memory of how much medication he happened to have onboard. With what the scans informed her, Twelve proceeded to speak again as she continued to work on the wound. "Bar the wound, you're primarily just bruised, alongside the pain relief I've given you something for that for now." The El-Aurian informed the Lieutenant. "Once the wound is fully seen too, I'll get your bruises more properly seen too." With what initially needed to be done with the wound done, Twelve switched tools and continued the process. Smooth as she reminded him. "Try to lie still, if you need another cushion or anything to help with that, let me know." Stated that as she noted his record and observed. "I see you served on the Rapture then a brief stint on 777, Captain Rai is still CO on Eventide and Captain Mephistopheles Mo is still station CO." (edited)

Despite the lack of injuries, she had tagged along the others on the medbay to make sure the civilians she rescued, particularly Cambry with that broken arm of hers, were okay after the transport.

"Good... That's good..." Iro replied, getting increasingly groggy after getting filled up with pain relief. Eventually it resulted in her outright falling asleep after Twelve was finished with the procedure.

Klaa murmur sometimes in her sleep as she dreamed about punching the sun in its face. Did suns have faces? Probably not, but it was a dream so who cares. (edited)

"Indeed." Twelve confirmed then as she watched Iro slip into sleep as she finished her proceedure. As the Lieutenant fell asleep, Twelve carefully picked up a different tool and addressed the bruises. It'd have been improper of her to leave her with those bruises. Not when he'd slipped into sleep. She didn't want her dragged back out of that sleep by the pain a utterly bruised body. Once she'd finished with that, Twelve updated Lieutenant Dehns biobed record. She then turned and checked other patients. Where aid was needed she'd render medical aid. After a bit of that, she spotted Lieutenant G'khar. She looked okay but she'd also just entered medical so well. Twelve headed over to her. She fully intended to check her over and if she happened to be okay, the Lieutenant was about to find herself utilised. More pillows and the like were needed and medical staff were rather busy. Once close enough, Twelve smiled at the Lieutenant and greeted them. "Hello Lieutenant." And introduced herself. "I'm Lieutenant Commander Twelve of Twenty." The Lieutenant assessed then and visually confirmed to look okay. No other name needed here. "How are you doing?" She asked then "Do you need medical attention?"

While he was unharmed, having been in his own little engineering zone for the majority of this whole ordeal, Ed lingered by the medbay door in case anybody needed an extra set of hands.

"Ah... Lieutenant Junior Grade Marze G'khar..." Marze had not expected to be approached so soon as the medbay had been quite busy. Taken by surprise by the Lieutenant Commander she felt a bit out of her element for a second. "I'm okay commander, no wounds at all..." Well perhaps a few scratches from bumping into stuff and walls, but those were negligible. "I was just wanting to make sure the civilians my team got out were okay, one of them had what seemed like a nasty arm fracture."

Twelve continued to smile at the Lieutenant as they responded to her. The smile maintained as the other introduced themselves and then stated that they weren't wounded. With the scratches noted along with their statement, Twelve nodded then. "We're seeing to the civilians and other patients at the moment." The El-Aurian stated then as she looked around and located the civilian with the broken arm, noted the state of their treatment. "If you've nothing else to do Lieutenant we could use another hand with pillows and blankets and such." The El-Aurian informed them then. Brown hued eyes fixed the Lieutenant then as she considered the Klingon lady. "You'll be helping out and you can also check on the civilian who came in with the broken arm." Twelve stated then before she added. "When I've got time also, I'll be able to address those scratches for you if you like." Twelve offered. She then, having noticed Edgar, fixed him with a curious look as he hovered at the door. "Hello Ensign." She called then as she idly wondered if it was more than a coincidence that this person looked remarkably like the person Elohae had spoke quite well of. "Do you need any medical attention?" Twelve asked then as she looked them over and idly wondered if she'd found another set of hands to help carry stuff.

Honestly, Marze didn't even need to hear the rest of their reasoning after Twelve made their initial request. As much as she exuded that 'tough and unapproachable' aura, she liked to be useful we she could. "Pillows and blankets got it! Coming right up!" The half-Klingon was off before the El-Aurian even finished their last sentence to gather and distribute as many pillows and blankets as her big arms could carry.

Twelve smiled a bit at Marze when they stated that. "Brilliant, Lieutenant." She stated then as her opinion of Marze ratcheted up a fair bit. She then approached the Ensign as she waited for his response. Used the proximity to assess him further as she looked him over. He seemed unhurt. Well, another set of hands then, she reckoned.

“Oh, no, I’m— I’m good. It’s nice and cool in here.” He chuckled, “Sorry, is there anything you need another person for? I don’t know if there’s anywhere I’m needed.”

Yep, another set of hands, she decided. "It is indeed." The El-Aurian agreed then before she glanced around the room then back to him. "I'm Lieutenant Twelve of Twenty, Hello." She greeted him then added. "I think.. you might have met a friend of mine, Elohae." With that observation offered, she then smiled. "If you're willing to help with distributing pillows and blankets, that'd be a really big help." The El-Aurian stated then before she added. "It'll take some more strain off the nurses."

“You got it, commander. Pillows and blankets.” He echoed back, giving her a big thumbs-up, before moving to follow Marze in their shared task.

"Brilliant, Ensign. " The El-Aurian stated with a smile then before she added. "By the way, while he'll probably not tell you as he's not the best at this, Elohae's really grateful about what you did, ensign." With that statement offered, Twelve headed off to see to another patient. "If you've not already found someone to teach you SSL and want to learn, Ensign, I'd be more than happy to teach you." With that, off she headed.

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He stood there, a little dumbfounded, but extremely touched by that. It was… admittedly, really nice that something he did made someone happy. He shook himself out of it, going to scoop up a pile of pillows and blanket, greeting Marze with a grin.

The big woman was sporting an impressive amount of folded blankets piled up in her arms when the ensign came near her. "You're not medical..." She observed "Twelve put you up to work too?" What? The commander was not around to hear her call them that.

Twelve turned, smiled at Marze at what she'd heard question wise and continued to work. Yup, she'd spotted the ensign and put them to work, yes. Hah. Hah. No need for a verbal answer to that question or for her to have butted into that. She had a patient that needed to be seen too. So well, her focus was there. She just reckoned that this wasn't something to pass up. So of course she smiled impishly at Marze briefly.

“Yep.” He nodded, having to stand up on his toes a little to see her over the stack, “You need help with all those blankets, or…?”

"Nah. Don't worry. Plus your arms are pretty stacked themselves. Name's Marze." She said as she started to walk around to distribute her load, expecting him to follow her since he would be helping. She refrained from using her rank, since he was of a lower one and both could see each other's pips. She'd prefer not to bring rank to every conversation she had with a colleague thank you very much. On a side note, she had noticed that the commander apparently heard her. She ought to be more mindful of her big loud mouth...

“Edgar. Or Ed. Nice to meet you.” He replied, following behind her with pillows, diligently handing them over beside the blankets given to each patient. He hummed quietly to himself, before asking, “What division are you in? I think I’ve seen you around, and you wear yellow like me, but I have no real clue.”

As Twelve passed by, having started that softly hummed tune again as she worked. That thing that in a way soothed her, a song she didn't know the origin of that still calmed her as much as it did, Twelve briefly paused mid hum. Did so as she uttered a parting. "You're quite fun, Lieutenant." Before she smiled and then headed off to another patient and continued to work. Did so as she briefly stopped at Samantha's bed as she checked on them, smiled to the other and reassured them again. "You're doing quite well, Samantha," And re-upped their pain relief now she was due for another dose. With a smile then after she then replicated some water for them, headed to see to other patients. One of the things she also did, in cooperation with the other medical officers as they worked, was check to make sure everyone happened to be comfortable and hydrated. While she'd never had noticed it, she worked with an efficiency partly born of a core of care and belief that had survived so much. Worked with it, having arrived at being comfortable with it as the mission had progressed, as the El-Aurian did what some claimed the species she'd been snatched from were good at. *Tended to the person as well as cared for the patient. Not that she considered that something she was good at at all. She'd been Borg, she was an xB. If she'd improved even slightly at bedside manner, that was good. * (edited)

Oh she had not expected more words from the commander. She did not answer, but thought that maybe the comment had been a good sign? Maybe... "I'm with security." She turned her attention back to Ed. "Guess that makes you either OPS or engineering?" She would have probably seen him around if they had shared a division.

“Engineering, yep! Nice to put a name to the face, or… whatever that saying is.” He confirmed. He heard Twelve’s comment as she walked by, looking back to Marze with a bit of amusement in his eyes. “I think you won her over.” He joked. (edited)

"Right, you're one of Allan's." She let a smile show and feigned surprise at his next comment. "Noticed me around often? I think I should feel flattered, Ed..." She was clearly joking before her expression changed, as if she noticed something. "Hold up... Edgar from Engineering... did you take part in that exchanging gifts thing last year?" Really? Was their starbase so small that she would meet the guy out here on a rescue mission of all places?

“Yep, one of Allan’s.” The description was a little silly, but true to him. “Oh, shit!! I did!” He blinked, eyes widening, with a grin forming on his lips once again, “You… signed that gift, right? The t-shirt?”

"Dude... YES! I DID! What the fuck?!" It really was him! Holy. God. Damn. Shit. Suddenly Marze felt a bit conscious about the fact. "Look... I'm not really familiar with Christmas, I just thought it would be a nice way to integrate? I guess? Did some research on the gifts, but I'm not an expert..." She rambled a bit before noticing he was smiling. Smiling is good right? Like the way Twelve smiled? Or at least she hopped Ed had been right about her winning them over because the last thing she needed was another higher-rank hating her.

“No, I really liked it! Seriously, I wore it back home when I took a few days to go to earth. It’s great.” He replied, “And… honestly, Christmas is kinda all over the place in normal circumstances, you did good.” He chuckled to himself, shocked that he’d find his secret Santa at the end of a rescue mission, of all places.

Oh she was glad, she really was. It would be great to just keep on talking to a person that seemed apparently excited to meet her for a change. However they had work to do. "Great! That you liked it I mean... say what Ed." She started to move along again. "What do you think of getting some drinks back at 777 after we finish with this mission officially?"

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