Star Trek: Starbase 777

Hard at work or hardly working? It was the latter for Eicran who had found himself bored out of his mind – and being bored meant being tired. In his typical fashion he had commandeered a chair at the nurses’ station and had leaned his head back. He would have been asleep had it not been for the fact that this position wasn’t exactly comfortable. He had been excited about the prospect of getting out on the ship – 777 was giant but there was nothing like stretching your legs somewhere else – but he was starting to wonder if this had been a wise idea. This was a tiny ship with a crew far smaller than that of 777, so it wasn’t as though the normal number of emergency cases came through here. The most interesting had been someone coming in because ‘starship lights make my head hurt’. The lights aboard weren’t any different compared to that on the station, were they? Why did a bunch of diplomats need an entire convoy to escort them, anyway? Why not one particularly powerful ship? What made them better than anyone else? Yeesh – in his boredom he was getting political.

Ever fastidious, the Lieutenant Commander was doing a final check of the sickbay's equipment and supply, that each item was precisely where it was intended to be. Overkill, perhaps, yes, but it was better to be safe than sorry, and he'd been on far too many sorry missions before. It was almost a relief to be able to shut off the rest of his brain and focus on something material. It gave him something to do — something that didn't involve socialising with colleagues no doubt as restless as he was. He could feel it already, didn't need to make it worse. Besides, in Medical, a boring day was arguably a good one.

Through the windows of the Eventide, the distortion could be viewed, a web of shape and color encasing the ship and threatening to swallow her whole.

Nothing was wrong, nothing at all, only that faint sense of deja-vu from... what, they could not say. The nurse was in the sickbay, presumably tending to whatever needed tending to, like they always were on missions such as these.

"Everyone doing alright in here?" Iviaan poked in his head, fingers already flying across his holographic keyboard. "I wanted to pop in and say hello."

T'She looked up from what they were doing, snapping to attention and trying to collect their thoughts one way or another. "I am well, sir, just... feeling slightly off for some reason, yourself?" they added before they looked at the supplies they were checking the quantities of -- just in case.

Eicran's head snapped up upon recognising the voice of the ACMO. It wasn't the first time that he had been found asleep by another member of the medical staff (with his job taking him around the station instead of remaining in sickbay, it probably seemed he only showed up at medical to get equipment, hand a patient over, or to sleep). He was smart enough to not do so in front of a boss, however, and that plus years of being trained to snap to a state of alertness instantaneously had him all but springing upright. "We're - oh, are you okay?" He had gone to answer but stopped first, allowing T'She to go ahead.

"I am fine, I just have a lingering feeling that I have already done this before... but it could just be the monotony of counting bandages taking hold." They answered with a tilt of their head and a slight hum.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your counting. Feel free to take a moment to stretch your legs if need be." Iviaan smiled sheepishly. "I'm feeling alright myself, but let me know if you need anything."

"It is no trouble, and thank you, if I feel the need, I will be sure to do that," they responded before they returned to their previous work, thankful that their system of counting was hard to disrupt.

Blue light spilled through the windows in colorful disorder, threading through the space around them.

At the swirling colours shifting through the window and casting blue light over the medical bay, Eicran found himself drawn to the window to watch. "Does anyone know what that's about?" He queried. It looked pretty - but probably wasn't normal, and he certainly didn't know enough space science tm to know what could be causing the fluctuations outside.

"I have. No clue," he admitted, frowning. "It is lovely, but it likely isn't anything good. Storms are pretty. If you'd like, we can head back up to the bridge to take a look?"

"Oh, really?" Eicran asked, legitimately pausing with a ! expression. He might be a Lieutenant Commander, but the bridge still felt as off limits as it had back as a Cadet. "Only if you're certain, sir. I wouldn't want to-" he made a vague gesture of his hands to try to convey what he was thinking "-interrupt or get in the way of anything."

"Shall I stay here and 'hold down the fort' as the saying goes? That way you both can go to the bridge without fear in case something down here goes wrong, if you feel like I should be on the Bridge later, feel free to call me there, if that is amenable." They spoke clearly, thinking of what might be the best course of action in this situation, because whatever this is, it could not be good.

"We have plenty of hands down here, so it is up to you," he said, nodding to the offscreen NPCs who seemed to have absolutely zero interest in checking out the pretty lights. Fair. "Either or both of you are free to accompany me if you wish." Vroom!

"Come on," Eicran said with a gesture of his head towards the door as he started to follow after Iviaan, indicating that T'She should join them too. "The lights will look even nicer on the 'big screen', no?"

"Understood, I shall accompany you both," T'She said with a nod as they moved to join the others.

So, they were here now, and T'She immediately got to work preparing for an influx of people being beamed down with serious injuries, that was what to expect... right...?

Having been beamed directly back to the medical bay, he joined T'She in preparing equipment and co-ordinating staff to stand-by. "What do you think's going on up there?" He asked while he started prepping a bay for resus, erring on the side of caution. "I can see why people like being on the bridge. They get to know what's happening."

"Who can say with certainty, I would hope they are getting us out of this situation somehow, or at least trying to get to the bottom of this whole thing, but... perhaps they have other things that they are dedicating time to," They had rarely had the honor of being on the bridge, especially during missions. After all, usually, something went wrong and someoneneeded some of their help.

Ever fastidious, the Lieutenant Commander was doing a final check of the sickbay's equipment and supply, that each item was precisely where it was intended to be. Overkill, perhaps, yes, but it was better to be safe than sorry, and he'd been on far too many sorry missions before. ~~Had he been here before?~~ It was almost a relief to be able to shut off the rest of his brain and focus on something material. ~~The flickering thoughts of a dying brain, sputtering out all at once.~~ It gave him something to do — something that didn't involve socialising with colleagues no doubt as restless as he was. He could feel it already, didn't need to make it worse. Besides, in Medical, a boring day was arguably a good one. He was jostled from his focus by the sudden redirection of the ship, and paused, tilting his head in half-anticipation of an alert... but nothing. Well, that wasn't his business. He knelt to pick up the hypo he'd dropped and returned to his duties. There was nothing else for him to do, after all. ~~He'd done it so many times already.~~

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Ato had been here in sickbay the whole time. He was also busying himself with his station, readying the instruments for emergency assistance. He was ready to deal with any emergencies that would come forth, not realizing he had done this again and again and this was a countless repetition. He steadied himself as the ship shook, shooting a worried glance over at the Lt. Cdr. and the other staff. “I trust the crew.” He said to the room, attempting to boost the heavy morale in sickbay.

Dakom nodded, steeling himself. Whatever else he was feeling, he withdrew into his center, let it be the grain of sand around which he'd form the nacreous layers of his resolve. As the only telepath in the room, he was happy to let those thoughts remain his own. Besides, he had worked with some of the crew before, and "I do as well," he answered honestly. "Temporal anomalies are well beyond my — or any of our — expertise, but... they'll do their jobs, and we'll do ours, when the need arises." When. Did he mean if? No. It would arise.

With the message to medical recieved, T'She also jumped into action, checking over everything and trying to decide what might be the most useful in this moment.

First up was Laaliya — Pav-Ak was beside them, supporting them since they couldn't quite stand. They seemed to be the most banged up of the bunch, having been in the guts of the ship while everything was sparking and failing and... "Nice ship," they said, waving.

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T'She tried to smile, even if they were more than a little... shaken... by everything that had occurred, and what they now remembered. "Welcome to Sickbay, feel free to take a seat and we will help you return to health as soon as possible."

"I scanned everyone else on the way in— Commander Laaliya is the only one with any injuries," Iviaan reported, popping in.

"Thanks, doc." They took a seat!

His eyes darted nervously from Lali to the door. "Are you going to be...?"

They waved their prosthetic hand, as if to gesture "I've been through worse". "I'm fine. Go see the labs, I know you want to."

Bird out. ✌️

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"Thank you for scanning, sir, I shall now proceed to do as much as I can to help," They did not comment on the fact that they were a nurse and not a doctor, mostly because they had better things to do with their time... like heal people! The first thing they did was to reassess the commander with their own eyes -- and medical tricorder -- to see what needed doing in the first place, and once that was done? It was treatment time.

"If you'll be alright in here, I will go check on our friends in the shuttlebay. I thought I heard someone say something about a near-miss..." Ivi chewed on his lip. "Do you need anything, Lieutenant? You all have been incredible."

Some minor scrapes and burns, as well as a sprained wrist. Nothing that a quick scan over couldn't fix!

"I shall be fine, perhaps moreso after therapy, but fine nonetheless. Please, feel free to check in on shuttlebay, I shall keep everything running here in the meantime, and... thank you." They nodded quietly before they got to the treatment, since it was easy enough to perform!

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Lali watched the ACMO hover away, sitting with both hands in their lap. They were quiet while T'she did t'their thing, watching them intently. "It was a mess in there. I didn't think we would make it out alive," they said quietly. "I'm relieved. We're lucky everyone made it out."

"Me too... I feel like I couldn't do anything... at least... not until now. It isn't like a nurse is going to be able to figure out all of this..." They sighed quietly before they shook their head, showing more emotion than they usually did. "I think we had some incredible people working on a solution, I... never put much stock in luck..."

"Well." Laaliya shrugged. "There was always a chance that we couldn't evacuate everyone in time, even if we started as soon as the failures kicked in. I would say no casualties and minimal injuries is pretty well in our favor." They looked off to the side. "You're doing all you can. That's enough, I think."

"I think so too, it is all we can do after all," They said with a sigh, the commander was right, things did end up in their favor, which was something to celebrate.