Star Trek: Eventide 777

Moment after Jack yelled back to brace the Viola landed hard to the ground. The nacelles were thrown off on impact and fragments of metal were thrown about. However somehow the ship landed with no actual deaths! Just a some severe injuries to some of the people involved.

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The Jem'hadar lay silent and unmoving in prone position, having been pinned under a rather solid sheet of metal that'd fallen off the ceiling and onto his back. Said sheet of metal unfortunately also made ascertaining the extent of his injuries difficult.

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Bright was... He was badly hurt. He was strown against the ground and there was only a puddle of blood around his upper body area, namely coming from his left arm and dripping down. Nothing in his training could prepare him for the pain he was having, so his mind shut down for a moment.

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Jack was passed out in what remained of the cockpit, his head was settled firmly against the yoke and light bleeding came from his forehead. He had still had his hands wrapped firmly around the controls, even in his unconscious state. He had almost a small smile on his face, if this is how he was going to die, he would've been glad he did it doing what he loved.

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Hsarr was passed the fuck out. They had a shard of hull in their right eye socket, just above the old scar they’d gotten as a kitten. Their left leg was covered in blood and wounds, their black uniform pants soaked with red.

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Admittedly, Saren's first coherent thought was that he died. He died a long time ago, looking death straight into its unfeeling grey eyes, it wearing his face like some actor would wear a mask in a Greek tragicomedy; a mock, a taunt, a constant reminder. But the dead don't think. Most importantly, they don't feel. And Saren was feeling urgent and painful and pissed off. His eyes opened. He discovered himself sprawled over the console, metal warm under his body, one hand still clutching its side in a strong grip. Fresh air hit his face, ruffled his hair, bringing him the smell of copper and burning. Saren spit out a green-tinted glob of saliva and a curse. Then something alarming was discovered. Breathing through the nose wasn't enough. He was drowning, drowning, drowning, drowning, dro-- He opened his mouth with a gasp, soft wheezes escaped his lips as he greedily gulped down the air. His lungs kept wheezing, which should've concerned him, but in that moment Saren was busy drinking in the blessed air, feeling better as the choking sensation in his core dulled down. He used his other hand to grab at his collar in an attempt to loosen it up, semi-successful; he ripped the fabric with a victorious groan, free from its iron-like clutch. Then he elevated himself up, limbs shaking like a newborn lamb's, blood rushing to his head in a dizzying wave; he was feeling pathetic and he hated it viscerally. He stubbornly got up, looking around for people - they were far worse than he, there was no excuse for lounging on the damn console. Saren had to help them... He saw Bright first, and for a long second believed him dead. But the redhead didn't look like a corpse. "Come on," his chest rumbled and tightened, Saren didn't recognize his voice. "No dying. Death can fuck right off. Be stubborn." He held his breath and half-carried, half-dragged the unresponsive ensign out of the wreck into a clearing. Exhale. Wince. Repeat with another one.

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There were two things Evoras noticed almost simultaneously. The world was spinning and her stomach had a major problem with that. For a few moments she just lay on the floor and attempted to access her situation. Her leg hurt but not badly enough for anything to be majorly damaged. When she was little, her father had broken his arm once. That was not relevant.... Her mother had never broken anything, but she had been stabbed once, she'd occasionally tell Evoras the story when she was little. Thoughts suddenly years in the past she slowly breathed in and out, eyes staring into nothing. She was only shaken out of it when her stomach decided it had enough and she had to sit up a little so she wouldn't throw up on her uniform. Sitting on the floor in front of her console staring her hands she eventually figured out that she must have hit her head, simply because she had gotten sidetracked no less than four times while attempted to recall what had happened. Her mind was an absolute mess and she hated it. Holding onto the console for dear life she managed to stand up and look around. "Fuck," Her voice was barely above a whisper and even though she would have normally scolded herself for the lack of verbal filtering the assessment was quite accurate. Another failed attempt at gathering herself later, she limped over to the next best unconscious person. Her medical knowledge was limited, but stopping some bleeding couldn't be bad, right? This crew better not fucking die on her.

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Bright was incredibly pale, so much so to be actually uncomfortable to stare at him for long. Yet, even if he was losing a horrible amount of blood, his chest was still moving. Even though it was extremely faintly and there was a chance it'd stop and don't come back- ....Wait. No. That wasn't the redhead he was. He would live, and he would continue on to make other people happy, right?!.... Right?

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Marcus woke with a groan and stayed still. He opened his eyes and surveyed the scene through blurred vision. As he swallowed down the bike that threatened to leave him, he slowly began to attempt to move his limbs and survey his own injuries. He was able to move his fingers and arms, albeit gingerly, but his left leg was another story. His ankle was bent at an unnatural angle and he could tell her had at least torn tendons in his knee. His right leg seemed fine. After a few moments of gathering himself, he slowly sat up. His head swam as his vision blurred even more and this time he did in fact throw up. He pressed his fingers to his forehead and they came back bloody. "Great," he said hoarsely as a coughing fit took him. Thankfully that helped clear his throat and he was able to speak. "Anyone alive?"

Ughaz'udan did not respond. Already the grass around him had begun to look sticky and... orangeish? Oh, dear.

Bright was still unconscious, but he was coughing every few seconds as his airways threatened to close up due to the blood pouring into his throat.

Maggie awoke with a pained gasp as she looked around. She didn’t realize what had happened for a quick second before looking up at the celling . “Fucking hell…” She said as she stood up with a hand on her bloody chest. “Owww…is anyone alive?”

Evoras was kneeling on the floor, standing more than nessesary only made the world spin faster, and making use of her somewhat rusty knowledge on first aid. "Obviously someone is alive if you can ask that question. I would help you, but there's people bleeding out here..." Maybe that hit in the head had been worse than she had thought initially, not only was she attempting to implement sarcasm in the first place, she was failing miserably at it. She shook her head as if to chase away the thoughts, which her head strongly objected to by hitting her with a wave of nausea. "Where are the medical supplies on this ship located? I will try to get them if you look over the people here in the meantime."

Jack continued blissfully sleeping against the controls on the shuttle. However he adjusted his shoulder slightly which revealed a jagged piece of metal that had ripped through his collar bone. He wasn't bleeding too much out of the wound but it had a bit of gruesome look to it.

Sarcasm aside, Marcus was happy that at least a couple of people were alive. He started to scoot on his butt to where the console where he had been was. "I had a medkit with me, just need to find it. If any people are able to move, please try to go to the unconscious officers and check if they're alive for me and call out."

Maggie nodded as she walked around the shuttle, she was okay but she had to help. “Crap! Uhm…Ensign Jack is really hurt over here…”

He started hearing people - and what a relief that was. "I am alive as well," he voiced with a slight rasp. "We should try to move away from the wreck. If it... decides to crumble, it won't be good." He paused, catching his breath, eyes darting between people. Alive, alive, good. "Ensign Bright needs medical help. CMO... is also in need of assistance. We should keep searching. If anyone needs help in getting up and moving, I can try..."

"Who doesn't need medical help right now?" she asked while once again using one of the consoles as help to stand up. "I am unsure how smart it is to move some of these people at all... but if the ship collapses..."

Marcus found his medkit, but he had limited supplies. He began to scoot over to Bright and pulled out his tricorder. "Moving away would be great, but with extent of the injuries here, I doubt we could move anyone without stabilization first or they'll die. I dont even know how we'll our Jem'Hadar friend out from all that rubble." He frowned at the readings and took some bandages out from the med kit, tying them tightly around Jack's arm to staunch the bleeding. He then gave Jack a hypo spray of platelets in hopes that it will replace the blood he lost. "I know...If someone can find me some long pieces of wood or pipe, I can at least get my leg in splint to walk and move people. Uh...ok Jack will hopefully stabilize. Hsarr...we will probably have to leave the eye untreated for now, it needs surgery and I don't have set up for it. Best I can do is sedate them and treat their leg so we can move them. We'll need something to act as a stretcher to move the seriously injured."

Bright slowly opened his eyes, but once he tried lifting himself up he found himself to be extremely weakened and collapsed back down only a few inches from the ground. His eyes were open, why couldn't him see anything? Was he blind? Was he going to die? He sure felt like it, once he couldn't feel his left hand. What was happening? Where were they? Why'd his neck hurt? All questions that would probably remain unanswered while he was in this state.

“What the heck even happened?” She said as she walked around holding her chest, she wasn’t super hurt but she could still walk and talk. “And what are we going to do?”

Ughaz'udan began to cough. With every cough he expelled little bits of orangey-amber blood that landed in the grass and soaked into the soil.

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"Well the cto is alive, that's good. We're gonna need to get that metal off of him though. Think an injured romulan, Vulcan and a couple of humans can do it? We shall seeeee."

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"It would be considerably easier to lift the metal for a little while, while someone else dragges him out." There was absolutely nothing easy about this task. Eyeing the pice of metal she could already feel her leg hurting. "But moving him is probably dangerous... Was there any device you can cut metal with on the ship?" She tried to remember whether she knew of a device like that, but her mind kept going back to the pair of scissors her mother hat hidden at the back of her work desk.

The closest thing the ship had on it to any sort of metal cutter was phasers.

“We probably have phasers? But I’m not sure how safe it would be use to free him, I’m no doctor through.” She said as she rubbed at her head.

Marcus looked at the metal. "End result is if we don't get him out he's going to die. So I'd say lifting the metal and having someone drag him is the best answer."

Saren considered the tightness in his chest and the bubbling sensation in his throat. His limbs weren't as shaky as before, and if he moved around with great care... "I am hurt, but for now I can manage," he straightened his back, signature glare back on his pallid face. "The injured Romulan can help you. Which part of this... operation do you want me to do?" His sentences were clipped, dry, lips pale, but he walked closer to the metal piece that covered the unconscious Jem'Hadar. Clearly he was up to the task. "And has anyone... heard or seen Lieutenant Richards and Commander Myers? "

"I've not seen them, been somewhat occupied." After a few moments of contemplation she limped over towards the CTO, kneeled down in front of the metal plate and carefully traced the outlines with her fingers trying to find a not too sharp place to where she would be able to lift it. "We ought to hurry."

Bright tried to get up, panting and clutching anywhere he could as his blood levels began slowly rising. His vision was still black and he was getting extremely nervous because of that, but the objective of utmost importance in his mind was to help the wounded officers.

Jack's eyes slowly fluttered open as the man came to be awake once again. At first he woke up just like he would have done any other day. Then he felt a little bit of a sharp pain in his shoulder... actually it was a really sharp pain in his shoulder. He looked down to see the jagged piece of metal in his shoulder. He tried his best to ignore the pain but he knew he couldn't pull the piece of metal out, for now he was stuck in the cockpit. After the pain fully hit jack screamed out in pain. "agghhhh dammit."

The commander had luckily survived with only minor injuries. Ignoring Jack, he went to go address the more directly life threatening injuries. He gathered up the bridges medkit and sprinted towards the crowd. "Who needs treatment?"

"There's... There's... There's people who need it..!" Bright yelled out and tried clutching anywhere he could, looking around aimlessly as his vision slowly returned. "I can't feel my hand, but i want to help!..."

"We could use some help lifting this," she said, pointing at the metal sheet in front of her. The air here smelled awful. She normally didn't care much for smells of any kind, but right now the only reason she hadn't thrown up again was the fact that she was stubborn and hadn't lost all control over her body yet. "Ensign, you lost a lot of blood, you can help by not falling unconscious again."

The Commander frantically looked around and pinpoint Bright. Jesus the man's hand was basically missing. He used his strength to rip off a part of his uniform and applied a makeshift tourniquet to his arm. "Jesus son, you've lost a lot of blood. Why didn't you demand more help before." He then pulled out a dermal regenerator and attempted to heal what he could of the man's arm.

"What's going on?! Does it look too bad?!" He hurriedly mumbled out, staring at Lewis but not receiving many signals of what he was seeing. "I can't see... Why are you putting a tourniquet on my arm?? Why can't I feel my hand...? Sir...?" Bright had an idea, but... No, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to even think about it.

He gave the slightest hint at the severity of the injury in the way he moved his lips when he looked down at the injury again. "Son, you've been pretty severely injured in the crash, I'm going to need you to just sit down for me."

He lowered himself with wobbly legs and sat down on the ground, his eyebrows furrowed. "...Sir... Is it too bad...?"

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"Could you maybe save those conversations for later, there's a person getting squashed here and I can't lift this on my own." She did not manage to keep her annoyance entirely out of her tone, but she really couldn't be bothered with worrying about that currently, even though she maybe should.

Bright immediately tried getting back up to help, his vision finally returning and the fuzziness in his mind dissipating.

The Commander put a hand against Brights chest. "You stay here son, you're in no condition to be exerting yourself just to help out." He then looked over towards the heavy piece of metal. "I can try my best to help there but my back isn't what it used to be."

Marcus mentally shrugged as the commander put a tourniquet over his tourniquet. He was hastily using the osteo regenerator on his leg and had finally finished. He stood with some pain, but at least he could move now. He limped over to Evoras' and went to a side of the metal sheet. "If someone could grab the commander once we lift this, that would be great."

He was about to put his left hand on Lewis's arm, but... He saw it. His jaw dropped a little and he tried to make sense of what he was seeing, but... Where was his hand?

Bright was staring down at where his hand used to be and was having a full on mental breakdown, but inside because he didn't know what to do. He didn't know anything anymore.

He full on flinched when the Commander appeared, seemingly out of nowhere; where, what?.. how did he not notice him?.. Saren blinked and shook his head, then chose a spot to stand before the piece of metal, between Evoras and Marcus. He tightened his jaw and focused on the spot between the ground and the sheet, both in preparation of pulling a large body out and in an attempt to filter out Bright's distress. He had a time limit, he should concentrate. "I am prepared to pull. As soon as you're ready..."

"Alright." Sometime during or after the crash her braid had become undone, now her hair was all over the place. After staring at a strand hanging in front of her face for a moment, she tucked as much of it she could in the back of her shirt to keep it from getting in the way. She dreaded having to untangle it later, not that she should be thinking about later, there was something fo do right here and now. Closing her eyes for a moment, she attempted to ignore the fact that moving felt a little like moving through water and braced herself for the weight of the metal. Then she grabbed the edge of the metal and looked over to Lieutenant Commander Corvus for a signal to start lifting.

((I'd just go on without me for the time being, it's the start of my work week and I'll be pretty unavailable))

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As soon as the piece of metal was lifted, Saren sucked in a breath and ducked under it. He saw the officer's prone form, specks of amber-coloured liquid on and near him, which his sluggish mind soon recognized as blood. He went to grab Ughaz by his middle, lifting him up a bit - not ideal, but there was no time to consider the unconscious man's injuries. Saren tried to be as gentle as possible, but he also needed to be fast, before the slab went back down on both of them. His live cargo would have to endure. Step, step, step, lungs burning, heart jumping into his throat, but he does it. He lowered the Jem'Hadar to the ground, and then stepped away, gait wobbly, to sit by a smaller piece of shipwreck. Soon he was leaning against it. "'m fine, just need to... breathe a bit. I saw blood on him, dunno where it came from," he mumbled quickly, wiping his forehead. "We did it, though." Slowly his gaze wandered over his colleagues. Bruises, blood, some were still unconscious, at least one was still missing. No one was prepared for what happened. They were such a broken mess... His roomate was quiet, distant. His silence felt especially unnerving - this man was hopping around and rambling mere hours ago. "Bright," Saren called, as soon as he stopped feeling like his lungs were leaking through his ribcage, "Tell me, what are you thinking."

Seeing as the doctors were at work and she was certainly not as hurt as the others. Maggie held onto her chest and adjusted her uniform. “What are we going to do…”

Slowly, Hsarr awoke, groaning. Okay, there was metal in their eye and their leg was torn up. No big deal, they could handle. They tried to sit up, panting heavily.

Bright slowly turned to Saren with tears brimming at his eyes, his other hand clutching where his left one used to be. His mouth opened, but no sound came out... He couldn't lft the things, he couldn't even help his fellow crewmates and friends! He truly felt... Useless.

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Maggie saw Hsarr and gasped as they started to get up. She ran over to them. “Crap! We need a doctor over here!”

“I…am a doctor,” They retorted stubbornly, tail twitching. Okay, they could still see through their left eye, so they’d need a replacement back at the station. As for their leg… “Tricorder,” They coughed, holding out a paw.

Maggie looked to them, then nodded. “Shoot sorry yes.” She said, handing a tricorder to Hsarr. “There you are…”

They took the tricorder, scanning it over their leg. No bone damage, that was good. “Do we have a dermal regenerator?” They asked, tearing a piece of their shirt with their claws and pressing it against the wound. (edited)

Jack continued shook a bit and the piece of metal in his shoulder shifted slightly, causing his bleeding to quickly intensify. He was trapped in the cockpit and all around scared. He had no clue if anyone had survived his landing, he simply whimpered at the idea he let everyone down. (edited)

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“I don’t even know…I’m a scientist.” She said as she looked towards Jack…taking a breath slightly. “Lord….”

He couldn't help but soften his rigid features, seeing tears in the human's eyes. It was... wrong. Uncomfortable, vulnerable. "... Silence is fine, too." it wasn't, but he knew better than to pressure him. He started to turn away - there were people in need of help, they needed to search, to heal, to attempt escape. But... he couldn't. Instead Saren got rid of his selfishness - just for this one - and got closer to the geologist, then kneeling besides him. "Humans need support in critical situations, verbal and physical," he spoke slowly, as if unsure of his actions. "If you're okay with that. Just don't squeeze me." That's got to be one of the most awkward attempts at comforting, but what could one expect from a Romulan? Saren was trying. He opened up his arms - not an outright invitation, but rather, an offer. "...And it's okay to cry. You are sad, scared, in pain. Let it out, no one will dare to judge you." How... human of you, Morvar.

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Bright's eyes brimmed with even more tears and he embraced Saren as softly as he could, his only remaining hand trembling under all the pressure and how things changed in one second to another. That terrified him, but... He was glad he wasn't alone. His Brightness would soon return. But for now... He needed to help the others, in any way he could!!

Ughaz'udan coughed but elsewise remained mostly unresponsive.

After Marcus and Evoras had lifted the metal, he let it fall with a loud clang. He saw that H'sarr was awake and hobbled over to them with a medkit. He handed them the dermal regenerator. "Your eye is...well. you know it, it's fucked. You'll have a funky pirate patch for a bit I'm sure. The plus side is the shard is keeping you from bleeding too much. If you're able to stand I'm gonna need help with the others. There's a lot of injured people."

“Alright,” Hsarr nodded, fixing the skin just enough to stop the bleeding, but not so much that the muscle couldn’t easily be fixed when they got back to the station. “I’ll go look through the wreckage,” They said, standing up and grabbing a random pole to hold themself up. They used fabric from their shirt to tie it securely to their leg and hobbled over to the remains of the ship.

Maggie did much the same! Starting to move through the wreckage to try and find anything worth taking. “Come on…give me something good here…”

Jack accidentally breathed too much and shifted his shoulder again. His shattered collar bone stung as his flesh was pushed around. He groaned, he was scared if he truely screamed he would move more and get hurt even more.

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“I think I hear someone!” Hsarr exclaimed, ears pricked towards the direction of the cockpit. “Quick, someone help me move the wreckage!” They picked up their pace, scanning to locate the person they’d heard.

Hoping more quiet surroundings would help her regain something even just resembling control over her mind, Evoras followed Lieutenant M'ow. One after another she focused on all of her senses, less actually looking for something and more trying to assess how fucked she was. When Hsarr said they found someone she shoved that aside and went over to them to assist, a little shakily, but there all the same.

“Faint life sign…there,” Hsarr pointed, alert and tense. They set aside the tricorder, leaning forward and grabbing at a large piece of metal with their paws, pulling as hard as they could.

He groaned a little bit more... "Did people... actually survive? Is everyone else okay?" The delirious pilot asked at the faint voices he had heard, unsure if they were in his head or if perhaps they might have been actually real.

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Grunting with effort, Hsarr heard some of the pilot’s words and replied. “We’re mostly in one piece. We’re going to get you out of there, I promise,”

She nodded (big mistake) and grimaced slightly at he pain in her head. Then she also grabbed parts of debris and put them aside. "Well ok, is highly relative... considering the circumstances, yes... on the basis of what most people's general idea of 'ok' is, not in the slightest."

He swallowed. "Is... is anyone dead?! Did I kill someone?" Suddenly he was a lot less concerned with the blood squirting out of his shoulder. "Save anyone else you can before you save me. I don't deserve to be saved after being at the yoke for this crash. I should've been able to save everyone..."

“Stop that. No one has died, and no one will die if I have anything to say about it,” Hsarr said sternly, and finally managed to pull away a piece that caused light to filter into the cockpit. They held out a paw for the pilot.

He jerked forward and then groaned at the introduction of even more pain. "A piece of the cockpit went through my shoulder, I can't get free..." He put his hand against his shoulder and felt a moist liquid on his hand. He brought his hand back into his eyeline. "How bad does it look doc?"

“Oh, shit,” Hsarr hissed under their breath. “Umm, okay, I’m going to need a phaser to cut him out of this. Someone bring me a phaser! We’ve got to fix that collar bone and stop the bleeding,” Hsarr ordered, turning around to shout the order before returning to Jack, giving him a kind look. “You’re going to be okay, Ensign. I’m not going to let you die,”

"Is... is there anything I can do to help? I don't want you to be spending too much time work on me doc." He coughed and then winced at the extra slit of pain he felt. Now even more blood was spurting from the wound.

“You can stop being self sacrificing and focus on the fact that you’re going to make it. In fact, while I work on you, I want you to tell me why. Who or what are you going to make it back to he station for, Ensign? Friends? Your future career? Keep talking and don’t focus on the pain,” Hsarr told Jack, tail swishing back and forth behind them as they took the oestoregenerator from their medkit and preparing to fix his collar bone, once he was free.

Bright wanted to help in any way he could, so he ventured himself through the wreckage and screamed out, "Lieutenant M'ow?? Commander??? Where... Where are you?! I want to help!!" He was still extremely dizzy, so he wobbled around as he made his way.

Hsarr winced as they heard the screaming so near to them. “Bright? Go sit down! You’re injured, you’re going to end up passing out, and then I’ll have another problem!” They snapped, peeking around a large piece of metal that hid them from the ensign’s view.

"I can stil he—eeAAAHH—" BANG. Followed by a string of curses in both standard and Italian. Well, he did sit down...

Unfortunately Saren forgot that humans were as reckless as they were fragile - he watched, dumbstruck, as Jack went to "assist" the doctor, unstable on his feet. He then quickly jumped up to go after him, softness in his face replaced by a sharp scowl and a particularly stingy remark ready on the tip of his tongue- Only for him to feel his ribs shift. He sucked in his stomach, eyes widening at the painful sensation, and then gingerly lowered himself back down on the ground, suddenly very aware of his own foolishness. He was no better than humans, working against his injuries - both out of an arrogant sense of superiority, and an unbearable urge to protect. He hated seeing other living beings in pain. Always did, the soft-hearted child. He was rattled by a wet-sounding cough, leaving green droplets on his palm. Saren hastily wiped his hand on the grass, and then pulled back the collar of his uniform to observe the damage and oh. A starmap in different shades of green greeted him, his chest a massive bruise. It was from the console, which he landed on during the fall. High on adrenaline he didn't register the pain, but now he was confronted by it, and by his brashness and overconfidence and - he didn't deserve this. Or did he? His heartbeat spiked. Saren lay down on the ground, forced himself to go limp and tried to relax; he wasn't a medical officer, but he had enough knowledge in xenobiology and first-aid to at least assume that he would need more help than what was available. He felt that. So he needed to buy himself some time, without stealing precious resources from others. It was the least he could do for his team. Through wet lashes Saren looked up at the alien skies. Breathtaking…

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Maggie hooked up with the rest of the group. Holding her chest as she looked out onto the sky around them. “What are we even going to do? We can’t send a message…I just…we’re stuck here.” She said as she sat on some rubble. “Shit…”

Bright was on the floor when he tried getting up again, then he remembered. There were other people who needed help and were within his reach, so he wobbled his way back and immediately saw Saren on the ground. His eyes widened and he ran at him, trying his best not to freak out again after seeing his roomie... Well, collapsed down. The ginger man wobbled over and rolled on the grass by accident, squeaking out loudly. "Shit!!" But he quickly recovered and knelt down on the ground, trying to remember not to use his... Ehem, former hand. "Saren, are you okay?!"

“You can stop being self sacrificing and focus on the fact that you’re going to make it. In fact, while I work on you, I want you to tell me why. Who or what are you going to make it back to he station for, Ensign? Friends? Your future career? Keep talking and don’t focus on the pain,” Hsarr told Jack, tail swishing back and forth behind them as they took the oestoregenerator from their medkit and preparing to fix his collar bone, once he was free.

@Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow | MED (@Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow) - jump He whimpered from the Cockpit. "I can't really take my mind off the pain, then I might accidentally move again..." He thought he was about to twitch for a second but he was able to stay motionless. "Future Career? ... then I don't know what I'm going back for... are they gonna discharge me for crashing?"

Hsarr blinked in disbelief. "Ensign, you kept every single person on this ship alive. Not a single person is dead. There was nothing you could have done to keep us from crashing. Now think for me. If not your career, then what? Because you are going to make it." They insisted with the fierceness of someone who had lost too much.

He almost shrugged but stopped himself when he felt a sharp pain near the top of his shoulder. "I have a boyfriend... he's pretty sweet..." He fought through the urge to cough. "You're too kind doc but I crashed this shuttle, I guess... I'm not a great pilot."

"Stop that. You need to stop talking yourself down. Dammit, where is that phaser...?" They turned around, found one discarded on the ground, and snatched it up. "Alright, so you're making it back for your boyfriend. Keep talking to me, Jack, and look at me, not your shoulder. I need you focus on me," They said as they put the phaser on the setting that would best cut the metal.

He looked at the doctor and blinked a few times. "I don't know... starfleet is all I have... all my friends are in starfleet... my livelihood is in starfleet. If they discharge me what am I gonna do." He was making himself sad but atleast he wasn't worried about his shoulder.

"They aren't going to discharge you. If they discharge you, I'm formally protesting. Starfleet is going to be hearing from a very angry Catian. Why? Because that would be bullshit," They told him as they carefully severed the piece of metal that was keeping him in the cockpit. "Do you think I'd be able to pull you out now?" (edited)

There were footsteps. He felt something land near him and then he heard a voice, its owner invading his field of vision - a disheveled blob of color against the vast, empty sky. Distracted, he moved his head to the side. Hazy eyes locked on the human's face, and a spark of recognition reignited them: "I didn't know you can speak another language." A stupid remark, but he had to say something. Maybe it was a pathetic attempt at salvaging at least some of his dignity - he was acutely aware of the painful tears in his eyes, some of them already had dripped down, making his hair and ears wet; aware of how fucked up he probably looked, and if their situation were not so dire, Saren would joke about all of them looking like extras for a particularly shitty human horror film. But that would require effort, and not drifting away into blessed unconsciousness was already a hard enough task. He considered how to answer Jack's question. Sound of his breathing filled that brief moment of silence. "I think I have chest trauma. Funny feelings there," he replied, trying to sound casual, "Not... not very pleasant, to be honest." That was an understatement. He bent his knees, heels of his boots digging into the ground, so that his legs would stop shaking. Didn't work. "I apologize, afraid I can't really help the team like this. Tried to do something, but..." a sour chuckle and then a violent cough that rattled him. Saren hoped that there was no blood on his teeth or lips, this poor guy has seen enough already. As soon as he stopped coughing he covered his mouth with his palm, "It will be okay. Just need to, hm, catch my breath."

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He confusedly stared down at his new friend and furrowed his eyebrows in distinct concern, thinking he was probably hallucinating from the pain or lack of blood- He didn't even know if he was bleeding anywhere else but the mouth, and that was making him increasingly concerned because he needed to get help. But what would he do? He was a geologist, for god's sake! He knew rocks, not people! So, doing what he did best outside his field, he stood right next to him and made sure to not leave his side. Bright never left a friend behind for anything, because he knew how little friends he even had. Sighing heavily, Bright sat down on the grass and stared up at the sky before looking down at his friend, "Saren... D-don't worry, I'll be here. You tried doing something and that's already so good, but you need to stay calm and stay down."

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...however, Bright already began seeing the... cough, bright side of things. Nobody died yet, and they were going to be rescued. He knew they would. And besides! He was (mostly) intact! He could live without a hand, it was certainly better than to not live at all. And he could tell the stories to his younger siblings! About how he lost his hand, crashed into a planet and survived. They'd be ecstatic to hear it. He just hoped he soon could tell it to them personally...

Maggie was currently sat against the rubble of the ship, just resting while the rest of the team started to get back on their feet. Jack seemed to be getting better, which was good but… “Do…do we have any comms tech still up?” She said as she started to sort through the rubble, trying to find something to call the station or anyone with.

"They aren't going to discharge you. If they discharge you, I'm formally protesting. Starfleet is going to be hearing from a very angry Catian. Why? Because that would be bullshit," They told him as they carefully severed the piece of metal that was keeping him in the cockpit. "Do you think I'd be able to pull you out now?"

@Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow | MED (@Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow) - jump He jerked his shoulder forward slightly. Somehow it didn't cut through even more of his skin! This time the jagged piece of metal just hurt a lot instead. He said to himself. "Dammit." As he tried his best to maneuver his way out of the cockpit.

“Someone help me get him out of here,” Hsarr called, turning around to the rest of the group as Jack struggled. “I need to get him out and get him stabilized,”

[D] Jessil rubbed her throbbing head, wincing at the pain before hearing Hsarr call out frantically. "Wha-Shoot." Jes struggled to get up, wobbling slightly as she moved to the medical Caitian. She grunted as she helped try and pull him out of the cockpit. "Hang in there Jack, we'll...get you out."

“Grab a hand and lift with me,” Hsarr instructed, gripping one of Jack’s hands with a blood-stained paw, doing their best to support the injured ensign’s body.

As the heavy man struggled to get himself up he was finally able to settle a foot ontop of his seat and pull himself most of the way up. However, his shoulder slapped the side of his ship, the jagged piece of metal shaved up the rest of its way out of his shoulder and clanked back down. Jack screamed at the new found pain, one of his hands slipped away from Hsarr.

Jes did exactly what the cat doctor had said and pulled her friend up with another grunt before he began to scream. She winced, the loud noise not exactly doing her headache or whatever it was any favors. With one hand, she pushed the jagged piece of metal upwards trying to avoid the sharpness of it while pulling Jack up with the other two the best of her ability.

“Fuck!” Hsarr gripped as tight as they could, heaving the ensign over and out of the shuttle, panting from the effort. “Medkit…” They said to themself, eye searching. They snatched it up and began preparing a simple pain killer for the poor man.

Evoras had somehow ended up wandering the wreck of the ship. Some time later she happened upon an exit. She hadn't intended to go outside or at least she was relatively sure she hadn't, but overcome by a sense of curiosity for this unfamiliar planet they were on she concluded going outside wouldn't hurt. After circling the wreck approximately 1.5 times she stumbled over... well she stumbled and realized that her leg actually hurt more than she had noticed. It still didn't compare to her headaches in how much her mind was drawn to it, both due to a lower level of pain as well as the fact that she was used to it, but it prompted her to sit down and lean against a pice of the ship's outer hull. Her mind was uncharacteristically empty, only some coherent thoughts pushed through a constant pounding pain. She probably shouldn't be sitting here all alone, what if something happened and she was needed? Time seemed to stretch into infinity as she sat there staring off into the distance without seeing anything. Whatever little portion of her mind still listed to her was directed at preventing her from throwing up. The headache had lower priority, no one could see a headache.

Maggie rushed over to Hasrr’s side. “Here, let me hand you things. Your eye doesn’t look so good, so I can at least help in that way…”

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Jack finally stood on his feet and had a second to marvel at his injury, half his shoulder was missing, and his arm hung down sharply. He had little feeling as his body began to enter shock however he still very much appreciated the pain killers. "Thank you..." He said through the pain.

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"It's my job, Ensign," Hsarr replied, using a scrap of cloth torn from the rolled up sleeve of their uniform to clean the wound and attempt to stop the bleeding. His collarbone was completely shattered... "I need an osteoregenerator and a dermal regenerator. And someone should probably work on finding shelter," They said, not looking up from Jack's shoulder.

"I'll...take a look around. See if I can find any water and food too if I can." Jes stood up tiredly, glancing around the place briefly before returning to Jack and the Doctor. Jack...wasn’t in too good of a shape. It was disheartening really, her first friend since she had gotten on the station and look where he was now. But it was better not to think of it, focus on the task at hand was the better thing to do anyway. Her gaze divert away from the bloody patient and she attempted to tie her disheveled dark hair back and away from her face though it ended up in a misshapen messy bun. Emphasis on messy. "Get better Jack, and...thanks for taking care of my friend Doc." A forced awareness and determination helped her become more aware and alert to her surroundings and she noticed that her ankle seemed to be a little...well whatever it was, it hurt. Twisted or broken she didn’t really know but it was fine, they needed to find food, shelter, all that jazz. And the Doctor was occupied with a patient that from the looks of it needed them a lot more than she did. Besides, she could splint it. She knew how to do it well enough and the collectives needs were more important than her small easily taken care of needs.

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An exhausted breath came out of her lips, she could taste blood in her mouth from when they crashed, supposedly she bit her lip when they came down. That was her guess anyway. She limped, wincing from the slight pain and decided on a weird awkward hop-like thing that got her far enough and didn’t seem to harm her ankle anymore than before. Jes grabbed a few supplies from the medkit and attended to her ankle before heading off towards what looked like a forest before pausing. It probably wasn’t the smartest to go out and about by herself. It would have been a different story if it was just her and maybe one or two others but it seemed like at least a few people were at capable of helping her look at the perimeter and for some helpful things and what not. Back up was good, good...she blinked, her head starting to throb again but she ignored it. Wait, where was her...she patted her pockets frantically before realizing it would be in her belt if anything, holstered to her side. And...there it was, of course. Right where she had left it. A useful thing for sure, considering that she didn’t know what was out there. "If there’s anybody well enough to join, I'm heading out to look for some shelter, food, water. Like the Doc suggested." She called out to no one in particular, the people in the wreckage really. The ones who were in good enough shape to be of use, although no one looked in the best shape it would be good to have some backup.

Bright's assumption about hallucinations was true, unfortunately. Saren's mind swam somewhere between awareness and memories and his senses, mixed together into a confusing, unreliable mess. Despite it all, the Romulan did hear him and snorted, weakly but half-heartedly. "That's very kind of you..." he mumbled, sounding almost sleepy. "I'll try." It looked like he wanted to say something else, hit by a spike in awareness. But instead he grabbed at his uniform's collar, again - and with a few tugs the layers of cloth were ripped off. He hummed, satisfied, and lowered his hands on his stomach, clutching the strips in one fist, his other hand's thumb over his ensign pip. It didn't help with the breathing, not really, but at least he was free from the collar's tight grip - the unpleasant feeling had returned sometime after he laid down. For a moment Saren went silent, listening to his surroundings. There were people asking for help - he hated the fact that he couldn't volunteer. At least not right now, and not like this. Soon it became uncomfortable to lie on his back. With a groan he turned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Stupid piece of metal with its... stupid sharp sides... I will find the man who designed the consoles and..." another round of coughs jolted him, ending his hissy fit with droplets of blood on the floor, "... talk with him nicely..." He stared at the green liquid, as if not fully registering what it was or where it came from. "Not good."

Bright sighed heavily and looked into the woods, not being able to shake off the feeling that if he left for anything else, something would happen to Saren. One of his only two friends in the whole station. And if anything happened to this cranky Romulan man, it'd be his fault! And he'd probably feel the burden of his consequences for the rest of his life. Tough choices, tough choices… Staring down at Saren and back at the woods, he only managed to take a deep breath and fully realize what went down, because this entire moment he had been in a mild state of shock or straight up disbelief. This little epiphany of his would only last a few seconds before the other began coughing violently and he saw the droplets of blood. That's when he made his final choice. "Saren… I'm gonna get help, okay? If there's people who are still alive in here and won't hurt us, I promise on my own life that I'll bring help for you and the rest of the injured people… just please be okay. I don't want to lose one of my only friends.* He soon got up and yelled out at the little exploration team, "I'm going with you guys! Wait for me!!"

Jes waited for the red headed Ensign, leaning against the tree as she did so. She didn’t want to over exert her ankle all too much for no reason, finding food and shelter aside since that was a necessity almost. If not now then soon enough. It seemed like the ones who were well enough to go were either taking care of the wounded or still unconscious perhaps, which was fine with her. At least she had this ensign...which was better than nobody and getting a move on was probably the best thing to do at the moment. To be honest she didn’t quite recognize the Ensign, science from the looks of it. Unless he was medical but then he would have stayed right? She didn’t know, her head had sharp pains going through it that was only numbed a tiny bit since she awoke and her ankle was in no better shape. Being on desk duty, by choice mind you since she thought it might be best to get used to the paper work that came after exciting fun things like this trip...meant that she lost time to socialize. Which wasn’t great but at least she put the paper work behind her right? Her hands, red with scratches of red and dark blues of bruises, pushed herself off the tree and she hobbled slightly towards the woods after the red head caught up. Eventually finding a good pattern that was fast enough and didn’t hurt all too much, she slowed a bit, her head turning towards the ensign slightly as they made their way into the #forest.

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"Hey, thanks for coming. It’s nice to have someone in case anything happens and with all the others..." In flashed the image of Jack's ripped up shoulder, bloody and broken. She shivered slightly but was able to regain her thoughts quickly, although her pace began to speed up as if she was trying to get away from all that had happened. And in a way she was, but she was being useful that was what mattered right? Her parents, her brother, her family line of Bajoran Resistance fighters, Bajoran Militia Officials, and yes, even Maquis. They wouldn’t have shied away from going out from the safety ...and horrors, of what happened and would face the wilderness no matter what. And so would she, her grip tightened on her phaser quietly before loosening again. Everything was going to be fine. That's what she told herself, and at the moment it didn’t even matter if it was true. Because she believed it. And there was a sense of confidence in that, a confidence that would lead them out of this mess. She blinked. "Um, I'm Lieutenant, Junior Lieutenant Emin Jessil. I’m not sure if we've ever met or not, if we have I apologize but my brain is a little fuzzy right now so..." A small chuckle escaped her lips, a sad half sarcastic one but a chuckle all the same.

Bright went after them, taking care to press his left arm tightly against his body and making sure that he didn't touch it anywhere he shouldn't. Who knew what this planet had to offer, what poisonous plants there were... Or rocks, too!"

Maggie sighed as she saw them run off. “Godspeed little doodles.” She said with a huff as she sent about trying to find the doctor what they needed from their medical kit. “I know it’s your job, still! You need help!”

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Friend? Him? Oh that does it. He took the redhead's words as a challenge, finding strength in the emotions that surfaced. Saren shot Jack a toothy smirk, one hand on his side. "Worried, are you? Well you can't get rid of me this easily, I ain't going nowhere," he scoffed, pushing a bit of that Romulan arrogance into his voice. He nodded: "Go." Saren hoped that his confident demeanor was enough to convince Bright - hell, to convince himself. He watched as a couple of people left, disappearing into the forest, and then carefully tried to lift himself into a sitting position. He found a surface to lean his back on, and closed his eyes. Might as well try to rest. Maybe after this he could try to get up...

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Jack tried to tense up before his shoulder could be repaired but instead his arm just loosely swung back in towards him. The bloody mess of his shoulder sorta just stood there as Jack nervously waited for the skin to be fixed.

Making quick work of the skin, Hsarr stopped the bleeding and somewhat repaired the bones. This mess of an injury was something for a fully furnished sickbay and more than one medical officer to fix. Perhaps that Ensign Avignon would enjoy a challenge. They were running out of sleeve fabric…cutting fabric away from the leg of their pants, the one they hasn’t injured in the crash, and fashioned some kind of wrap to keep Jack’s shoulder from jostling around and getting further injured, and to hold the arm in place. They truly were just sacrificing their entire uniform for the injured people on this planet.

Marcus walked over to Hsarr and offered them a few strips of his own shirt and his medkit. "We really need to get your eye fixed. I can cauterize it at least and get the glass out."

Hsarr looked up as Marcus approached. “That would be ideal. I was waiting on that, seeing as it’s a bit difficult to operate on yourself, especially when you can’t see the injury,” They explained. “My eye can’t be saved, can it?”

He scanned their eye and shook his head. "No it can't I'm afraid. Once we get back we can get you a synthetic eye so you'll be able to see. For now I'll numb the pain and get the glass out, cauterize the wound and put a bandage. Best I can't do, I'm sorry."

“That’s fine,” Hsarr sighed, ears twitching. At least they still had one eye, and weren’t totally blind on this unknown planet. As soon as Marcus had cauterized it, the pair of them could follow the rest of the Viola crew into the forest. “Go ahead,” They nodded.

He pressed a hypospray of numbing medicine to their neck and slowly took the glass out while staunching the blood flow. He would then carefully cauterize the wound and wrap a clean bandage around it. "I kept an actual bandage for you, that eye needs to stay as clean as possible. No sweaty, smelly uniform bandages for you."

“Heh, thanks,” Hsarr said, smiling despite the situation. “I don’t think we can spare anymore uniform, anyway,” They added. “Who hasn’t been seen yet?” They asked, looking around with one blue eye. “We need to stabilize everyone before we follow the others,”

He drifted away for a bit - or, at least he thought he did. His light rest got disturbed by someone talking nearby, and Saren recognized them both as doctors. His eyes darted around, but he didn't see nor hear the people who left for supply search. He straightened up: "Sir, have Chief Tactical and Chief Science officers been taken care of?" he asked, voice hoarse but loud enough to be heard, "I urge you, to, hm, check on their statuses..."

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“Hm? I’ll go find Evoras…” Hsarr said, nodding. “Ensign, can you make sure McLellan is alright? I assume Corvus can take care of Ughaz’udan…” They planned out in their head, counting on their paw before turning to hobble away toward the CSO.

"Will do, albeit slowly..." he answered, carefully lifting himself up. The pain has dulled down, somewhat. He didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing in the long run, but in that moment it was all he needed. He didn't know which part of himself he should thank for this - the vulcanoid endurance, or his burning spite to outlast everything that life threw at him. Both, probably. His collar still in his hand, Saren slowly wandered closer to Jack - the second one on their team, who also got his arm all messed up. Funny coincidences... "McLellan?" he called him quietly, as he leaned on the ship's corpse with his side, "Hello there. How are you holding up?"

Maggie was still here, trying to help out however she could! She was right now trying to build mini shelters around the crash site in case it rains, and for folks to sleep under. “Uhm….okay okay! Let’s try this!”

A very distinct clunk sound was heard coming from within the crash site itself, as if someone or something knocked something metallic over.

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Hsarr’s ears swiveled towards the sound. What was that? Was someone else trapped under the wreckage? That was probably more important that treating people who were already out….they hobbled over towards the wreckage, tricorder in hand.

Hsarr's tricorder failed to actually pick any known lifeforms up. However, it did pick something unknown up instead as he got closer to whatever made the noise.

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Maggie heard that noise and began to look around, staying quiet as she turned to Hasarr. She didn’t want to say anything in fear of making them easy targets.

Hsarr began pulling at the metal covering the life sign. “There’s- someone, I don’t know who, under here,” They announced, tugging at the wreckage.

But was it someone, or was it something? Only one way to find out! Keep moving the rubble!

“Oh no! Come on!” She said as she ran to help them. Helping the doctor begin to pull the rubble away. “Who could be under here, are we missing someone?”

“I don’t think we are, and the tricorder doesn’t know what they are,” Hsarr replied, shoving aside pieces of metal.

Maggie nodded as she thought for a moment. “Oh holy fucking shit did we crash onto someone?!!!”

Only one way to find out!

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“Hello?! Are you okay, unknown person?!” Hsarr called, yanking a large sheet off the pile, the anting with exhaustion.

Despite Hsarr's best efforts, no one responded.

“Fuck… I don’t even know if they’re still alive,” Hsarr said anxiously. How covered in metal was this person/thing?

Maggie continued to try and dig the metal off of them. “If we fell on them there’s no way they lived. Do we have any pipes we could use to try and help us lift for longer? To use like a lever?”

There was, in fact, a pipe lying on the ground beside them; and Hsarr picked it up and handed it to Maggie. “Here,”

“Right okay! You lift and I’ll help with this.” She said as she took the pipe and began to press it in between the metal to try and help the doctor, pressing down on the pipe.

Hsarr lifted as best they could, paws slipping some on the smooth metal of the debris. They put all their strength into it, injured leg throbbing in pain as they dug into the ground to gain footing.

Hsarr's yell made Saren turn towards them. Unknown person?.. "What's going on?" he stepped closer, looking at the scene with concern clear on his face, "Is someone missing, or... oh, oh please don't tell me we fucking splatted someone. Where can I assist?"

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“Of course, help me lift please, Ensign,” Hsarr urged, quickly feeling themself be somewhat crushed by the weight of the metal. There was going to be a kitty pancake under this wreckage if someone didn’t help soon.

He quickly pulled up his sleeves, and, holding his breath in, Saren assisted with the lifting. He really doubted that something alive was under there, but if his colleagues were so adamant to get to it...

As the metal was slowly but surely moved by the sheer stubborn force of the Starfleet officers, it became very apparent that there was indeed something alive under here, as a small, fuzzy creature could be seen. It immediately turned to face the officers and bared its teeth, growling with what appeared to be sheer anger. How could such a small, cute creature have so much pent up rage? Oh wait, it nearly got crushed by a giant metal ship. That would be why.

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“aaaGH-“ Hsarr yelped, jumping away from the creature, dropped to all fours, fur sticking up in all directions. They bared their teeth, ready to hiss at it, claws unsheathed.

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Maggie jumped backwards. Then looked to the doctor with a bit of blink, then back to the animal. “Oh no! I’m so sorry we fell on you.” She said kneeling down in front of the animal, trying to look as apologetic as possible. While also trying to see how hurt it was. “I’m so sorry, little friend.”

Oh, it... wasn't a person. "I hope we didn't crush this guy's home or something..." he tilted his head and eyed the creature, trying to discern if it had any injuries, "While it is tiny, I do advise to be cautious. Just in case." Because there was always a possibility of it being venomous, rabid, or being a baby whose mother was somewhere near. None of those possibilities would be good for them, in their current situation.

Hsarr did not trust like that. They were still crouched in a defensive position, spitting Catian swear words at this poor little ball of fluff. Their heart was beating like a jackrabbit as they glared at the creature with one very icy blue eye.

The creature continued to growl at the group, although Hsarr more specifically. It didn't seem injured at all, which was surprisingly lucky. How it got under there and not squished was anyone's guess at this point.

“We could have murdered its entire family! Did you think about that? I think it has a right to be mad at us.” She said as she looked down at it and used her nicest, most friendly voice. “How did you end up under there I wonder? You seem fine, which is odd. Ooooh! Maybe you are some sort of super animal. What should we call you I wonder?”

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Hsarr continued glaring at it, raising to their back paws, brushing their uniform off and smoothing the fur on their face. “Hmm.” They grunted, not breaking eye contact. “It probably already has a name,”

"The locals gave it one, probably," he agreed with Hsarr. "I guess it's small size saved it from being pancake'd." He looked around at all the other spacecraft trash lying around them. "Maybe we can clear out a path for it to leave? Though if this was it's home..."

Despite Maggie's attempts the creature remained quite pissed off.

“I think it looks pretty self sufficient,” Hsarr said, still eyeing it suspiciously, claws still unsheathed. They were just waiting for it to try something.

Maggie looked at the animal. Stepping back slightly. “Hmmm, maybe we should let it leave on it’s own? It seems to be able to fend for itself?”

“I’m in agreement with that, 100%,” Hsarr said, the fur on the back of their neck still prickly and stuck up.

He nodded, quietly moving away from the small, stressed fuzzball. A shame, really - if the crash didn't happen, he would probably enjoy studying the local fauna. There was probably so much to see and document, especially after all the changes the planet suffered... but, alas.

Hsarr backed up as well, pointing to his eye and then pointing at the furry creature’s eyes. Always watching. “Let’s catch up with the others,” They suggested, tail twitching nervously at the thought of being left behind on this unfamiliar planet.

Once everyone had backed off the creature stopped growling, but didn't leave from its current position. It instead sat down and seemed quite content.

Oh? He stared at the creature, still backing away from it. Maybe it really was just defending it's own home - or other similar beings. It stopped growling, though, usually a good sign. "Yes, let's do that. But before that... Doctor, could I request a hypospray administration? If you have something to spare that can... keep a person awake and moving. Like a booster, or something," he asked, almost... shyly? He was very aware of their limited supplies, and he couldn't afford their waste, but he also didn't want to suddenly keel over...

Hsarr whirled around to face Saren. “What? What do you need? Do you need medical attention? Why didn’t you say so sooner?” They asked, snatching up a medkit and a medical tricorder. The people on this station! No self preservation!

Oh dear, oh fuck - Saren lifted up his arms slightly, a defensive position: "I really don't want to sound like an asshole right now, but I can handle more stress than most of you. And... people were hurt, sir. Badly." It's not like you did much anyways, his inner voice remarked with snide. Still, he pushed on, trying to sound confident: "Okay, I landed on the console when we crashed. But as long as I am careful, I am fine - when we get out of here, I will stay in medbay as long as you will want me to, but right now I am not... spitting blood and dying. And I am capable of help."

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“Painkillers and pressure to the chest, got it,” Hsarr nodded. “I’m going to take some fabric from your shirt, if that’s alright,” Hsarr said, loading a hypospray with a basic painkiller.

"That's all right. Let me..." He offered Hsarr the cleanest part of the black-and-white cloth - a fine sacrifice if that will allow him to move around and actually do something. "You think there's anything worth salvaging from the ship itself, Doctor? Though it does seem that there's not much left..." it felt weirdly... wrong, to just leave Viola like this, trashed over some creature's den in the middle of nowhere on some planet. But yet again, they couldn't do much.

“I don’t think there’s much we can save, Ensign,” Hsarr shook their head, tying the bandage and pressing the hypo to Saren’s neck. McLellan had done a good job keeping all of them alive, but there wasn’t much they could do for the ship itself. They just had to wait and hope that 1) the Sebastion crew was alright and 2) the Eventide found them and brought them back. That was the most nerve racking part of this entire experience: the slim chance that they would be stuck on this planet for the rest of their lives.

"Well then," he involuntarily shuddered at the sensation near his neck. "As earthlings say, it is what it is. Maybe the rescue party will know what to do with it." Either the hypospray already worked, or it was the placebo effect at work, but Saren felt better already. Fantastic. "Thank you, Lieutenant," he nodded, sincere. "Let's not waste our time here anymore." They didn't have much to move, but he knew that this process will take some time and effort. Saren also was a bit worried about the forest party - they had yet to return. Maybe it was nothing, but... better go after them.

Somewhat further away from the medical duo the presumably somewhat patches up Ughaz'udan groaned and began to stir. Why was everything so heavy? Why did he feel sticky in places? Why did he feel so cold? Wait, cold? Uh oh.

Hsarr heard the Jem’Hadar stirring and sighed. How had they not noticed him before? They hobbled over to him, medkit in paw, tricorder in the other. Shrapnel, broken bones, bleeding, all things they could attempt to fix. And at least he didn’t look any worse than McLellan. “Hold on, Lieutenant….” Hsarr said, scanning the wounds with a steady paw to begin preparing a treatment. A painkiller first, of course, then remove the shrapnel, stop the bleeding, fix the bones.

Another groan, this one wet and very much wearier than the last one. "Llll." Was that an attempt at talking? "Mrrrh..."

Now fully assessed, Hsarr administered the pain killer, pressing a hypospray to Ughaz’udan’s neck. Tweezer time, to get all the shrapnel out of his body as best as they could. They held the tool as best as they could in their paws, beginning the removal process.

The Jem'hadar lapsed back into unconsciousness once more thereafter, and remained silent.

Hsarr sighed and continued to pull out the shrapnel, using a dermal regenerator on the wounds as soon as the shards of metal were out. Then, they reached for an osteoregenerator, examining the injured bones.

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Ribs and spine. Not great. They ran the tool in even strokes over the tactical officer’s rib cage, making sure he was at least partially healed before moving to the spine. He would not be able to move, that was sure. He needed medical attention, fast. No way would he be able to follow the others into the forest.

Ughaz’udan was stabilized, but he would not be able to move, that’s for sure. Spinal injuries were serious, and he needed a fully furnished sickbay as soon as possible.

Maggie had taken up position just a bit away from the rest of the group, smiling their new friend over in the rubble. “Hey, do you think we should go look for the others?”

“I think that would be smart, but Ughaz’udan can’t go anywhere with his injuries,” Hsarr reported, standing to full height of 4’9. They rubbing the back of their neck, their ears twitched. “So I’m not sure what to do about that,”

Maggie looked at the doctor. “I can’t go! I’m just a scientist! I’m not suited for fieldwork, I just like making holes in the fabric of reality…”

"It's that bad with him?.." Saren looked at the Jem'Hadar's unconscious body, a nagging thought of "your pulling could've made it worse, you happy now?" appearing in his mind, leeching off of his already not so optimistic mood. He tried to push that away, instead thinking of possible solutions... "When I was young... one of the kids hurt his back when we were exploring the forest," he started, a look of deep concentration on his face. "The adults that we had with us made a stretcher out of sticks and clothing. But that was a small kid with an injury, not a badly fucked up adult. I don't know if a man-made stretcher will work." Maybe if they used metal?..

She woke up and still had a pounding headache, for a moment she was convinced she had somehow gotten wasted and had a wild dream about crashing on a planet. This would have been rather... concerning quite honestly, since she hadn't had a reason to get this drunk in years. Then she felt the metal in her back and realized that, no, they were actually crashed on a planet in a newly formed nebula, which was somehow even more unsettling. She must have fallen asleep, though surely it hadn't been particularly long? With a little help from the scraps of the Viola she stood up and looked around. Illogically she had an urge to wander off and inspect the plant live of this planet. Luckily her reason wasn't gone quite far enough to follow through with it. She continued to stand there absolutely still for a few minutes at least and while from the outside she looked calm, her mind was running in circles throwing ideas at her that she couldn't get hold of quick enough before they vanished again. Eventually she decided to take a look at the communication devices on the ship, maybe some part were salvageable? Not likely, but she was fairly sure there was a chance she'd find something, she didn't have the focus to actually do any sorts of calculations on the probability right now.

Inactivity felt like slow poison to him - so Saren decided to try and scavenge something from the Viola, for they had to at least try something. If they wanted to move, they had to all go together, leaving someone behind was not an option. So he ventured into the ship, looking for some kind of pipes or metal pieces that could be used for his plan. He needed pieces long enough for the tactical officer's height, but also durable enough for his stocky build. Preferably not bent. Probably should pick multiple up, and then find something that could hold them together. Welding could help. Phaser? They had phasers, at least he thought so, but-- He saw a figure and startled, stopping dead in his tracks and staring at... the Vulcan. Evoras, science officer, his superior. Right. But why didn't he notice her sooner? Was he that caught up in his rambling?.. "..Lieutenant? Everything all right?" he called out to her, tensed up shoulder visibly relaxing, "Do you need any, hm, medical assistance?" Did she get any? He didn't know. Why didn't he know? Why wasn't he keeping up with things happening? Think, Saren, think! "Are you looking for something?"

She tensed up and blinked rapidly for a few times before her mind recognized the person before her and had categorized him as none threatening. "I am adequate. Immediate medical assistance should not be nessesary, although I will likely need to ask for a refill of my pain medication once we're back at the starbase." For whatever reason her brain did not deem it of use to explain that the pain medication was somewhat normal for her, instead she turned to the console she can begun to dismantle in her attempt to salvage bits and parts that could theoretically be useful to build a communication device. While working away, she spoke up again: "I am currently... attempting to get some useful parts out of this console, no one's going to use it in its current state anyways...." That said she laid aside a small pice, picked up another and then just stared at it for at least ten seconds then she blinked rabidly again and slowly shook her head once. "Ensign, should I fall unconscious - which is unlikely, but not impossible - make sure no one touches me, my mind isn't particularly well ordered at this moment, it may have unpleasant side effects if they do."

"Adequate, you say..." he murmured, eyeing her warily. Dealing with his cousin species was always hard - and the critical situation that they were in right now did not make things easier. Which only meant that Saren had to try harder: "Okay then, just... don't overexert yourself." What a hypocritical thing to say. But Saren was fine! He was careful and didn't feel pain anymore, that had to mean that he was fine. The Romulan scientist turned away to continue his search, but Evoras' words immediately made him pause and look at her again. He recognized the console as one used for communications. Huh... "What for? You've got some kind of idea?" he asked while pushing away some scraps. Unfortunately, the shiny piece that caught his attention was too small. He threw it away frisbee-style, annoyed, "Not gonna lie, I kinda wish we had an engineer onboard..." But that would be another hurt person and it was stressful enough as it was, and he already had to force himself not to think about Sebastion or the forest crew too much and- His brains went off, again, and he almost missed what Evoras said. But as soon as Saren caught up, his brows furrowed: "Not well ordered? That literally means you're not well! Sir," he added quickly, but it didn't hide Saren's exasperation, "Not to doubt you, but... you sure you can do this alone?"

"As you may recall, Ensign, I did not say I was well. I am adequate, although admittedly I am speaking of relativ and not absolute adequacy." With that she put another pice aside and started to go over what she had before her. Something to communicate with might be a stretch but perhaps they could send a distressed signal that anyone looking for them could trace? What could she possibly power this with? "Ensign, are you vaguely familiar with the theory behind producing signals that a ship can pick up? Would you mind looking over these, I want to make sure I'm not missing anything." She gestured vaguely towards the pieces laid out in front of her. Maybe she could find a way she could temporarily power her newest diy project with a phaser? These parts better work alright together, or she might just have to kick something really really hard. In theory this *should work but she didn't exactly spend her time building stuff, if she had wanted to do that she'd have become an engineer. Somewhat zoned out and somewhat lost looking she brushed back the hair that had fallen into her face.*

Oh for fu-- "As soon as we get off this lovely planet, I will read a dictionary to refresh my language skills," he answered easily, eyes narrowed but no real bite in his words, "I was expressing worry, sir." He approached the pieces that Evoras laid out and sat down before them, picking one up in his hands. For a moment he was silent, cogs in his head turning. "Afraid I'm a bit useless here, knowledge wise," he put the piece back down, "I did come here searching for metal pieces for a makeshift stretcher, but..." That situation was stabilized. If Evoras managed to succeed, they could make a huge step towards their escape. Choices, choices... "... if needed, I can postpone that little project. If you need a stable hand putting this all together, I can provide that. Just guide me through." The painkillers were still circulating in his system, together with a sudden surge of confidence.

She wanted to make a comment about how worry wasn't what they needed right now, but shut herself up. With a raised eyebrow she looked down at her slightly shaky hands. Help wouldn't hurt, even if she had a hard time admitting it to herself. "I suppose if you help me I'll help you." Once again looking somewhat distracted she sorted the the parts into two sections. "This is what I want to make the Transmitter from." At that she pointed to the right pile. "My proposal is we attempt to build that and try to send a distress signal, then we look for parts for your stretcher and after that we can attempt to build a receiver from this," she said pointing towards the left pile of parts. Then she sat there quietly for a while pointing at one part after another, clearly thinking, before sliding two parts over to him. "These need to be connected here and here. Do you have a phaser? I've been thinking about using one to power this once it's done."

She had that signature Eyebrow Raise, but no other comments followed. He raised both of his in return. Eyebrow to eyebrow communication. Where was this going? Saren didn't know. Focusing on multiple thoughts at once was an awfully tiring chore right now. He nodded at her words: "Sounds like a plan, Lieutenant. Let's go." For a while Saren disappeared. There was only his hearing, as he intently listened to Evoras' instructions, his sight, focused on the parts before him, and his hands, slowly putting them together. Then he was presented with two new parts and a question. He blinked, thinking, thinking... "I heard someone use a phaser. Wait, sorry, that was not your question. Let me find one..." he said, standing up and looking around. Rubble, rubble, something broken... before he decided to peek out and ask for one, he got lucky. He sat down and pushed away a piece, revealing what he was searching for: "Got it! Let's just hope that this thing works..."

Carefully turning the rather odd looking device in her hands, she checked if everything was there and hoped for the sake of everyone (and her pride) that she wasn't missing anything. "Alright Ensign, this should work better if we put it outside, we will have to hope it doesn't start to rain." With that she started to limp towards the next best exit. About half way there she stopped and closed her eyes for a few seconds, fighting off a wave of nausea, before continuing her way. Once outside she put the transmitter down and carefully made sure no one wouldn't see it and accidentally fall over it. "We should be able to send a short sequence if we connect the energy source of the Phaser with the transmitter here." She was manly speaking to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

He followed her close behind, a quiet shadow. A steady mantra of "oh please don't topple over, don't topple over" began playing in his mind as he watched his chief officer make her way to the clearing. Knowing their luck, anything could happen - but if anything goes wrong again, Saren will invent a way to physically fight the laws of probability, Elements be his witnesses. Saren squatted down on the grass, phaser gripped in his arms. He needed a moment to steady himself. "Okay... okay," he looked up at Evoras, "I am ready to fire this thing up. If it doesn't work, good try, if it does... well, we will see." He held his breath - this time out of excitement - and connected them.

* lShe tweaked another thing or two, then the device seemed to be working as well as she'd get it to. As the device was running now (hopefully the way it was supposed to), she carefully configured it so that it sent out a very basic signal, just enough to be noticed and possibly traced. She just hoped that the someone was actually coming.* "I suppose that's that... We'll just leave it for now, it should work for a bit, let's look for your stretcher parts." With that she headed back inside the ship wreck, where she began to look for long somewhat stable pieces that had some potential as part of a stretcher. (edited)

"Well it better f- work, for its own sake," he slowly lifted himself up, suddenly feeling... less energetic. Huh. "Stretcher, right. Lieutenant Ughaz'udan needs it. Well, we need it, to move him. Man's out cold and apparently too hurt to be dragged around," he told Evoras. "We don't have enough cloth and, frankly, I think it would be too weak. But metal should do fine. Don't know how long we'll be staying here for, but our hurt colleagues need better care now if we want to get them to the station back in one piece." It was so easy to mask his true feelings about the situation under "concern for fellow officers". He did have some... experience with similar events, after all. Saren kept his face carefully neutral as he followed the Vulcan back into Viola.

[COMMS] “This is Cadet Tral to the crew of the Viola. We have a shuttlecraft from Eventide in orbit and we’re working on getting you out of there. I’ll do my best to keep you all updated. Respond if you can hear me and have the ability to,”

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Maggie let out a huge gasp as she read the voice. She tapped on her badge in a hurry. “Hello yes! This is um, Ensign Roode! We are all alive, however most of us are fairly hurt. We’ll need medical attention for a number of us soon!” She said with a slight cough.

Since the crash Jack had just been laying back against the ship and holding his shoulder. He still felt week though from all the blood he had lost. He mumble a little. "Woohoo." As he continued to lay in his daze against the broken pieces of the shuttle. It had been a miracle to him that everyone had survived. His delirious mind showed images of him shaking the hand of the federation president. He even accidentally mumbled outloud. "Thank you Mr. President, I love you too."

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Maggie blinked as she looked to Jack and tapped her badge again. “And uh, maybe get some spare blood for Ensign Mclellan?”

[Comms] “Captain Caddel here, we’re only a few minutes away from you just hold on. We’ve got a medical kit aboard the shuttle. We need to know, are there locals in the area? We picked some up on the scanners? We’re trying to be as discreet as possible.”

“We don’t know sir. Two of our numbers went out not too long ago, but they haven’t come back yet. So we don’t know.”

[Comms] “We’ll have to locate them coming back up then. Hold on, we’re going to get you first. Caddel out.”

The shuttle finally made it! It placed itself down right in an open spot just like Mona said it would. And the door opened followed by an extending ramp, the engines were still running. In and out.

Maggie looked towards the crash site and started to gather anything that might leave a trace. Phasers, tricorders, anything she could take in her arms. She limped over to the shuttle. “Ow…sorry…I uhm…bought everything I could bring in my arms…”

[D] Sauk stumbled off the shuttle, horrified at the scene in front of him. He looked around, very obviously searching for one specific face. Where was his ja’lat, his ashayam? His face was clouded with worry as he scanned the wreckage and various crew members present.

She was next on the ground, the medkit over her shoulder as she looked specifically for those who were most injured and might not be able to physically walk to the shuttle themselves, paying no mind to anyone who was currently upright and walking or talking coherently. One eye was on the lookout for her man, who she would promptly be throwing shoes at once she was satisfied that he was secure and safe.

Eshen left the shuttle like a normal person: no flamboyance or grand exit, mindful of the fact that people might be dying out here. And turns out he was right. The debris of the Viola and the blood he could smell told him the whole story. "Thanks, fellow Ensign! Who needs the most help and where are they? We've got two medkits, but from the looks of it you'll need to all be brought back into the shuttle to the Eventide's facilities as soon as possible."

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“We’re in and out.” She called toward her officers as they eagerly stepped on the ground. “Don’t leave anything behind, if you moved a stick, move it back. And I don’t have to say that’s an order.” Caddel stepped out hands on her hips because let’s be honest, that’s the most badass posture for a female Captain. She examined the area, how the hell did they survive out here for so long?

Hsarr looked over at the shuttle, relief evident on their face as they let out a huge breath. “Lieutenant Ughaz’udan and Ensign McLellan need treatment as soon as possible,” They informed the ensign with the medkits. “I’ve stabilized them but they need treatment,”

*Marcus had totally been there all along tending to the wounded. He sighed in relief as the shuttle landed. He stood and walked towards the captain. "Do we have a medical staff on the ship ma'am? We have officers who need surgery."

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She had stepped up next to Marcus and promptly punched his shoulder, glaring up at the man, even if he was only a few inches above her own head. Her teeth gritted, but mouth closed. She would reserve the tongue lashing for later, even as she had pulled her punch considering his situation. But she didn't seem to give a shit if anyone else had noticed the interaction as she instantly switched to a professional stance and adjusted the med pack on her shoulder, "Where to, Commander?"

“Commander Corvus. First of all, it’s a pleasure.” She said with a nod as he made his approach. “Second of all, we’ve had to take off on short notice so we’ve got a barebones crew. Don’t suppose you wanna take up the role as acting CMO until we make it back to the station?”

Ughaz'udan still lay in a heap, though thanks to Hsarr's efforts he appeared not to be bleeding anymore. Yay!

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Marcus winced at the punch. He hadn't done anything wrong? At the Captain's comment, he nodded. "Yes ma'am I can. Lieutenant Ughaz'udan needs to be transported. Moving him conventionally will only hurt him more. Ensign McLellan, as lieutenant M'ow indicated, is next. The rest can at least walk."

Sauk finally found Jack and rushed over to him. “I can help transport him,” He offered immediately. “What did you do to yourself?” He added in a whisper, not daring to touch him in case he hurt the poor man.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked around at the mottly crew of those who were surrounding the area, "Did you know our descriptor of this place was a sea of dead bodies? and you got mad at me for taking an active position. Next time, I'm coming with you." She turned her attention to the two being discussed about transporting, "Is there no way in which they can be physically moved? Even if we have a full board underneath them?"

You can't edit a message that you didn't originally send.

Jack was still laying down against the shuttle. "Focus on all the others first, I don't need any help. It's my fault that we crashed in the first place anyways. I wasn't able to save the shuttle..." He twitched his shoulder and then groaned slightly at the pain.

Sauk’s heart nearly broke at that. “Jack…Jack, it’s me,” He whispered, doing his best to give Jack a reassuring smile. He waved at the man, a tiny little movement of his hand. “Sauk,” Please, be alright. “You…you’re going to be alright, okay? Be alright…for me,” That was greedy, wasn’t it?

Marcus looked around at the cadet practically crying and the rest of the crew. "Captain if I may, we really do need to get them to the shop and proper medical care. Commander Stone, could you please let me use your med kit so that I can give ensign McLellan some more blood?"

He coughed up a couple times before responding. "I'll be just fine, I'm just a little bit short on blood for now..." He reached up to hug Sauk and held his arms tightly. "I'm glad you are the one to save me, after all the stuff you've done for me I ought to have married you by now." He joked but the delicious man was giving away his real thoughts. He did want to marry Sauk though he knew it was still too soon.

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She nodded her head as she passed him her medkit, staying at his side should he require assistance. "Do you need to do a transfusion, Commander Corvus? I could assist with that, if you'd be alright with it."

[D] Being totally here this whole time, Renakir let everyone have their little reunions. He was silent this whole time, just observing and helping when someone asked. He stood with straight posture and hands clasped behind his back, oddly reminiscent of how a certain Vulcan-raised Orion would stand. His expression was neutral, eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses.

Marcus strode over to Jack as he spoke. "I'm just going to give him an infusion of platelets. Transfusion can be done on the ship. Nice to see you as well commander, since you decided to scold me for something out of my control." His walk had a bit of a limp and Hanna would notice the crude splint on his leg. He leaned down and gave Jack a hypo of platelets before patting him on the shoulder. "You'll be alright ensign ."

Sauk just let out a sort of laugh-sob at that, feeling his cheeks grow hot. “I’m glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise,” He said, not wanting to leave Jack’s side but knowing he needed to help. He wasn’t going to take that thought about marriage seriously, Jack was clearly delirious. “How are we getting them onto the shuttle?” He asked the others.

“The transporter.” She made a b-line for the craft, immediately getting ready to transport the people who needed to be transported she then stepped out again and made her way over to the group. “We’ve got local transporters. Ready to energize when on your mark, Doctor.”

She seemed to internally be fighting against something, clearly having an internal debate that was actually showing on her face and in her body language as she noted his limp. She filed away her emotions for the time being, ever the professional when lives were at risk and she was on the job, but she did step up beside Marcus, taking the hypo from his hand when it was empty and replacing it with her own for a brief moment to gently squeeze three times in a specific pattern. "Let me fix that splint. I want medical working at their best," Her eyes softened and emotions flowing through the irises in a way that she rarely let happen unless her guard was down, only for him and a select few. "Captain can oversee their transport to the shuttle for now and it'll only take a moment."

Jessil and Bright walked out of the woods and she brightened when she saw the shuttle. "Bright! Bright they found us!" She grinned and limped over quickly. YEssss, it was all over! They could finally get back home to the station! There was no need for them to become terrifying myth monsters for the native people anymore.

“Thank the stars this is all over,” They whispered, sighing. Soon they’d have a cool new robo-eye and probably a decent amount of trauma. Oh well, they could girlboss their way out of it like always.

He let out a call of pure joy as he ran after Jes, tears already brimming at his eyes from the sheer relief falling over him. He'd see his brothers again, and he'd live on to tell the crazy shit he's done to survive!

Marcus gave Hanna three squeezes back and the slightest of nods. He would call out to the captain. "Energize when ready please captain."

Time to do the good work! Renakir was standing ready to start the transport. He glanced at all of the people making their way towards the shuttle. He was still quite new to the teachings of Surak, however he would be lying if he didn't say suppressing emotions came in handy. He really could have used this level of calmness during the battle of New Romulus, but that was neither here nor there. "Alright, preparing." Renakir said as he pressed a few buttons to beam everyone up! Wooo!

"Sure, I'll -" Eshen froze for a second. First the dead bodies. Now someone he knew. He almost said 'Hsarr, your eye' before he stopped himself. Chances are the doctor was already thoroughly aware and didn't need to be reminded. And did they say Ughaz'udan was hurt, too? Eshen took a deep breath, and was about to continue when Marcus more or less said what he was going to say. "And everyone who doesn't need transporting should probably get into the shuttle!"

Hahah, you thought it was going to be easy. Everyone is traveling in the cramp confines of the shuttle! Get in.

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"To the shuttle!" She cried, extremely happy at being saved. It didn’t matter that her loud voice added along with the chaos of everyone going into either the shuttle or being transported away was absolutely enraging her headache. They were okay! She hobbled into the shuttle.

She gently pushed him towards a large tree, that had split from the crash or had fallen at some point in nature, to sit down for a moment as she carefully undid his crude splint, checking over his leg for any medical treatment relating to blood or any other more pressing conditions that would need to be addressed before rewrapping it with clean bandages and effective splints. She would then use her own arm to help him get a decent spot in the shuttle, knowing his large frame would not be comfortable no matter where he was located, but at least it would give his leg room.

Don't even need to say more! Bright immediately wriggled his way into the shuttle and found a nice corner where he could squeeze himself into, holding his handless arm close to his body in an area of no other contact with the other officers before he let his head hit the wall of the shuttle behind himself, a loud sigh of relief coming from him.

“I’m flying.” Mona called quickly. She made her way to the shuttle again.

Sauk found a space with Jack, refusing to leave his side. He took his hand gently, letting Shoe hop up onto his lap while they waited for takeoff.

Eshen saw what Hanna was doing. Good idea! "I'm pretty sure I see at least two limping people, so I can help anyone else in there who needs it!" He then proceeded to do that if anyone asked, back into the shuttle from whence he came.

He allowed her to lead him to the shuttle, his large body curling in on itself as he entered. Shuttles were not made for big boys. He made sure to check on all of the wounded before sitting down heavily in a seat. "Captain we need to talk about this whole constantly getting hurt thing when we get back. Hanna won't let me out of her sight the way this is going."

Hsarr found a spot as well after limping over to the shuttle and jimmying their way inside. Tight fit, huh?

She didn't hold back this time as she commented loudly, not at all ashamed, "Damn straight. Can't leave him alone for a minute. At this rate, I'm gonna be taller than you before our wedding."

He chuckled slightly before getting up and limping over to the shuttle. Using Sauk to support him along the way. He responded to the Captain fully knowing he wasn't good to fly. "Can't I be the one to fly? I am the helmsman after all, though perhaps I need time to recover after my last landing, it was a bit too hard I think."

Marcus stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "So mean Hanna."

With the push of a button everyone was whimsically whisked away via transporter into #shuttle-pod! And that includes any officer who happened to be away from camp we don’t forget our own. (edited)