Star Trek: Starbase 777

[D] After helping to evacuate the base, Tema had headed immediately to the operations hub of the ship to keep track of casualties, injuries and the status of the ship. She was constantly consulting the computer and tried to stay in touch with all decks to communicate. Some decks were already starting to fail. There’d been deaths. On the monitor, Tema could see that Chief Tactical Officer Stone had left the bridge. She frowned and tabbed her badge.

09:20

What kind of response she got would decide whether she’d be heading to the sickbay and help evacuate or whether she’d head to the bridge and help out there.

[comms] "Bridge to ops, once your officers have evacuated deck five please send assistance to engineering, I'm trying to round up help for them."

Bursting into the ops hub (and to the surprise of everyone working there), Milo fell onto the floor but regained himself quickly, reaching for his rifle in one hand and his phaser in the other, just letting all hell loose on both the occupants and the room itself.

The door would burst open, as the security team and Madelii entered the room, rifles armed.

The Ops hub had been engulfed in flames by this point, the constant stream of phaser fire damaging a lot of the room beyond immediate repair. Milo noticed the team enter and dived behind a console, blind firing over the top of it in an attempt to hit at least someone. Thankfully, he was actually reachable, the fires were mostly licking the incredibly damaged consoles, and had left parts of the floor untouched.

She gestured to an ensign, “Get the extinguisher, everyone else focus on that man!” She rushed in, firing a burst from her rifle as she swiftly entered the room.

[D]The Ensign nodded and waited until the right time to move. He made about halfway, where Milo managed to get a shot to connect with the Ensign's lower torso. They screamed in pain and fell to the floor, still alive but with a nasty gash in their lower side.

“Come here you bastard!” She yelled in Andorian, moving to find cover while trying to fire upon the man.

Unfortunately, Milo had to peek above the console he was hiding behind to get a shot to hit the Ensign. Madelii hit him square in the head when he did so. The poor, brainwashed Ensign finally fell to the ground, unconscious.

Fuck yeah! She thought, but there was only a second she could mentally celebrate, as she quickly turned back to the ensign that had been hit, gesturing for the others to restrain Milo.

[D] While the others ran to restrain the sleeper agent, the Ensign that had been hit was bleeding out onto the floor. With the turbolifts out and site-to-site transport disabled (and lets face it, there was ZERO way they were going through the tubes), all Madelii could do was try and find the first-aid box in this room. That was if hadn't been melted by the fires.

She quickly tried to find anything she could use to aid him, she scurried to a broken first aid kit, just having a few supplies that weren’t damaged. She hoped they would be enough, as she rushed back to treat the wounded ensign.

She burst in, holding a medkit, eyes wide. “Who’s hurt?” She yelled.

She signaled Hal to her location, gesturing to the wounded Ensign on the ground.

She ran over to him, assessing the injuries.

[D]The Ensign had a very bad gash on his left lower torso, the result of the phaser being not quite set to lethal, but still incredibly damaging. He was losing a lot of blood, and fast.

She opened her medical kit, taking out bandages and a dermal regenerator. She started to use the regenerator to fix the wound, all the while cursing her chosen specialty. “Damn it, why did I not pick surgery back when I was picking my specialty.”

[D]The dermal regenerator healed a lot of the superficial damage, while the bandage helped contain the more major wounds until they managed to get to sickbay, whenever that would be considering the turbolifts were still offline. The Ensign sat up against the wall and looked at Halcyon while clutching his side. "Thanks, doc. I hope I didn't give you too much trouble..."

“No, not at all. It’s what I’m here for. I just hope we won’t need a blood transfusion, is all. I wonder if I could get you through the tubes to Medbay?” She asked, though the question was directed to Madelii.

“Possible, but difficult.”, she muttered.

“Ugh. We gotta get turbolifts online. I’ll stay with this guy while you do that. He’s stable for now.” She said. She stood next to the Ensign, hoping for a comforting presence.

“Understood.” She said, moving her way to Engineering.

She turned to the Ensign. “Everything‘ll be alright. Just focus on staying calm.*

[D]In between pained breaths, the Ensign spoke. “I’ll be fine doc, thanks to you.” He turned to get up, winced and went back to his original position. “Nope, that’s not happening… I’ll lay here for a while instead.”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” She took out her medical tricorder and began to scan him.

[D]The Ensign was definitely going to live, all he needed was time to heal.

“Well, you’ll live. You just need to heal and rest. Which you probably can’t do in this wreck of a room. When turbolifts are online again, I’ll get you to Sickbay.” She said, more repeating it to calm herself than anything else.

[D]The Ensign slowly fell asleep, opting to have the ultimate rest instead of staying up thinking about how much his side hurt.

Hal glanced at him, before making her way over to the comms.

Now knowing the turbolifts were online, she gently picked the Ensign up and carried him out.