9 hours ago
“He followed you in.” Alden said, his voice sounding clipped. Or maybe it was just Art’s perception of things; she was starting to feel a bit light-headed. “Just after you went through the flames.”
Art could only stare into the fiery abyss, watching the smoke still pillowing out, albeit slower now. She dared not look down at the body she had pulled out, her mind coming around to the realization that it was now just a body without a soul. She felt a single drop of sweat run down her face, knowing it was leaving a trail of clean skin against smoke-clogged pores.
She knew she was alive because she was in pain - and wasn’t that just the Klingon way! Her hands hurt, the skin on her face felt tight, and her arms still felt like they were on fire where she knew her uniform must have been burned through. Looking down at the face of the man she had pulled, she only recognized the uniform, and not the face. Engineering would have to identify one of their own once this body made it to the morgue.
Chief Medical Officer Cassidy returned without someone in tow, his face pained from either harm or defeat. “The other crewman was pinned under a bulkhead.” You didn’t need to be a medic to assess the state of the crewman next to Art. “I’m sorry,” he said of the one he’d left behind, “she’s too far gone already.”
Artie wondered who they were. If she had passed them in the halls yesterday. Had they shared a laugh in the turbolift? Waited in line for the same food replicator? Or maybe they were brand new to starship life, and hadn’t even had the chance to let their personalities shine. A darkness edged around Art’s vision that had nothing to do with the smoke.
“These two have things under control, Chief.” Cassidy said, bringing Art back around. “I think you and I are due in Sickbay.”
The Security Chief grimaced, using the wall next to her to help her stand up. She grunted, and leaned against that wall for a moment to get the strength back in her legs.
“The faster we treat these burns, the lower the risk of complications.”
She shot Cassidy a dirty look that had nothing to do with him, and stared down the wall of flames that had just claimed the lives of two of their comrades. A tap on the commbadge brought their news to the Bridge.
“d’Tor’an to Bridge.” The Klingon coughed out, her voice still raspy. “Two crewmen lost. One male, Engineering, one female… department unknown. Alden and Beinn are staying on scene.” Her voice sounded like it was about to give out. “Cassidy and I are heading to Sickbay.” Her voice faltered on the CMO’s name, but she managed to get the rest of the sentence out.
Taking a deep breath, Art took a few steps towards their intended destination, expecting the doctor to lead.
>> Sickbay >>
Art could only stare into the fiery abyss, watching the smoke still pillowing out, albeit slower now. She dared not look down at the body she had pulled out, her mind coming around to the realization that it was now just a body without a soul. She felt a single drop of sweat run down her face, knowing it was leaving a trail of clean skin against smoke-clogged pores.
She knew she was alive because she was in pain - and wasn’t that just the Klingon way! Her hands hurt, the skin on her face felt tight, and her arms still felt like they were on fire where she knew her uniform must have been burned through. Looking down at the face of the man she had pulled, she only recognized the uniform, and not the face. Engineering would have to identify one of their own once this body made it to the morgue.
Chief Medical Officer Cassidy returned without someone in tow, his face pained from either harm or defeat. “The other crewman was pinned under a bulkhead.” You didn’t need to be a medic to assess the state of the crewman next to Art. “I’m sorry,” he said of the one he’d left behind, “she’s too far gone already.”
Artie wondered who they were. If she had passed them in the halls yesterday. Had they shared a laugh in the turbolift? Waited in line for the same food replicator? Or maybe they were brand new to starship life, and hadn’t even had the chance to let their personalities shine. A darkness edged around Art’s vision that had nothing to do with the smoke.
“These two have things under control, Chief.” Cassidy said, bringing Art back around. “I think you and I are due in Sickbay.”
The Security Chief grimaced, using the wall next to her to help her stand up. She grunted, and leaned against that wall for a moment to get the strength back in her legs.
“The faster we treat these burns, the lower the risk of complications.”
She shot Cassidy a dirty look that had nothing to do with him, and stared down the wall of flames that had just claimed the lives of two of their comrades. A tap on the commbadge brought their news to the Bridge.
“d’Tor’an to Bridge.” The Klingon coughed out, her voice still raspy. “Two crewmen lost. One male, Engineering, one female… department unknown. Alden and Beinn are staying on scene.” Her voice sounded like it was about to give out. “Cassidy and I are heading to Sickbay.” Her voice faltered on the CMO’s name, but she managed to get the rest of the sentence out.
Taking a deep breath, Art took a few steps towards their intended destination, expecting the doctor to lead.
>> Sickbay >>