The Broken Arrow

[Gath]

Trying to remain an optimist, Gath said, "Gath to Baldwin, I want you to see what the computer database on their world might have about their languages. It might be helpful if we could read their consoles and it these people wake up, we're going to want to have the translator primed so that we can speak with them. Let me know what you come up with. It is hard to believe that these people were already floating around in this ship at a time when most of our cultures were still using crude tools. While we were figuring out how to go from stones to metals, they were attempting to expand into the stars. It seems a shame that they appear to have only succeeded in blowing up their world."

While he waited for a reply, he continued to look around the inside of the craft. Part of him wondered if there might be some form of other genetic material in other stasis that would qualify it as a colony ship. It was very unlikely that the few individuals would be able to constitute a viably diverse enough genepool for their species to survive long if they were all that was left. He was floating around inside a space version of an archeological find. It was not buried in the ground, but it was quite ancient. Space could preserve things quite well, but it was also a potentially very dangerous and unforgiving environment as well. They had been alive out here for a very long time, yet a couple of them might only have less than a minute left to live. What were the odds of the crew of the Zephyr being witness to that moment? He thought that sometimes the universe had a strange sense of humor...or perhaps it was on purpose.

== Tag to Baldwin ==
== GM Input for Baldwin's query on the topic, if you please. ==

[Keir 77]

Sensing that the time for them to get involved was nearing , Keir nodded to Brennan and together they moved forward with the connected pattern enhancers.

Taking note of the positioning and placement of the pods s/he and Brennan placed them in position near each of the pods and assuring hirself that they were powered up Keir took stock of what was left to do to ensure they were ready .

S/he had held back watching the crew work with professional and motivated teamwork made hir proud.

"The pattern enhancers are ready and in place ." No further notification was needed and so s/he and Brennan waited.

==Tag whomever need it==

[Ava Baldwin]

== Bridge, USS Zephyr ==

[Gath to Baldwin, I want you to see what the computer database on their world might have about their languages. It might be helpful if we could read their consoles, and if these people wake up, we're going to want to have the translator primed so that we can speak with them. Let me know what you come up with. It is hard to believe that these people were already floating around in this ship at a time when most of our cultures were still using crude tools. While we were figuring out how to go from stones to metals, they were attempting to expand into the stars. It seems a shame that they appear to have only succeeded in blowing up their world.]

Ens Baldwin replied, "Understood, Lt. Gath. Stand by, please." Ava didn't want to sound as though she was giving an order to a superior officer.

Ens Baldwin's fingers danced across her console, requesting the information from the Zephyr's computer.

== GM input, please. Information to answer Lt Gath's request, please. Please post the information directly to Lt Gath as I will be away for the next few days, with no access to Fed Space, returning home on Monday, 9th. I permit the GM to use my character to do so, if needed. ==

[Morad Ameen]

== The GM Post Weekly presents: A GM Post! ==

== Inside the Broken Arrow ==

Mid Cortez's hands are shaking, but his aim is true. As he jams the hyperspanner into the gap between the Aura's cable and the alien bus bar, the reaction is immediate and violent. A brilliant arc of blue plasma snaps from the junction, scorching the gloves of his EVA suit. The hyperspanner glows white-hot, acting as a makeshift conduit for the high-voltage transfer. But the connection holds.

Around the cargo bay, the change is instant. The dull, dying red strobes on the three critical pods stutter and then blaze into a solid, healthy amber. A low hum vibrates through the deck plates—the sound of twelve massive capacitors flash-charging all at once. 

The "defibrillator" has worked. You have your 60-second buffer.

On the Bridge, Ens Baldwin's console races through the Federation's xenolinguistic database. The results are stark: No Matches Found!

The civilization that built the Broken Arrow predates the Federation's oldest records by thousands of years. Their language root is completely unknown. Without a reference point, the Universal Translator is blind.

However, the computer offers a suggestion; the Data Module that Lt Gath identified on the central pillar likely contains the ship's logs. If that module is brought back to the Zephyr, the main computer can use the raw data to build a translation matrix. Without that black box, you will have no way to speak to them when they wake up.

With LCdr Keir's pattern enhancers active and the pods charged, the interference from the lead hull is neutralized within the capture zone. The Zephyr now has a solid lock on all twelve pods and the away team.

[Morad Ameen]

== USS Zephyr: Bridge ==

Ameen stood at the tactical rail, the tension in his shoulders coiled tight. He watched the telemetry from Cortez's suit spike with the voltage surge, and he heard the Midshipman's breathless, delirious response to the order.

[Sí, abuelo, enseguida.]

Ameen blinked, the Spanish phrase catching him off guard. Grandfather?

He glanced at the bio-monitor. Cortez's stress levels were off the charts, but the job was done. The power curve on the alien ship had stabilized. The kid was hallucinating from the pressure, but he had held the line.

"Bridge to Cortez," Ameen said, his voice calm, ignoring the slip-up entirely. "Good connection. Hold it steady, Midshipman. Don't let go until the beam takes you."

He turned to the tactical display. The green lights of Keir's pattern enhancers were pulsing on the grid, cutting a clear path through the interference.

"Lieutenant Powl," Ameen barked. "We have a clean lock. Energize. Beam the pods directly to sickbay, and return the away team to the Zephyr immediately. Get them out of there before that hull collapses."

He tapped his comm badge one last time.

"Bridge to Gath. Make sure you have that data module. We're bringing you home. Ameen out."

== Tag Powl and away team ==

[Gath]

Gath saw it all happening fast and it wasn't going to help for him to try and say anything. He still had the module in his hand, so there was no worry there, but the rest was very uncertain in his mind. He had watched as the connection had been made, the nervous Cortez came through bravely in the end. The display was rather dramatic, but all the better and the fact that it was successful made Gath give a satisfied groan of approval that was barely audible across the comm.


The other had been setting up the enhancers and it was announced that a successful lock had been achieved. What made Gath's eyes go wide was that they were going to beam everyone and everything out. He had not finished investigating the ship. Yes, there was danger, but no more than when they had arrived. Furthermore, in beaming the pods out, without an energy source set up to recieve them, they would all wake up a minute later, or so it sounded. This allowed no chance to establich what level of risk these people posed. The Captain had spoken though and somewhere on the ship someone had already decided to press the button to beam them back. The rest would return via the shuttle.

Gath had no real options, so he simply let out a heavy sigh as he awaited his fate.

[Torok Powl]

The entirety of the bridge crew compliment seemed to be waiting on this delicate operation taking place.  The phrase, "it takes a village..." would have been quite appropriate.  The Zephyr and each member of the crew were diligently grinding out their tasks with as much alacrity as possible.  Each person is a specialist in their field and applying all of their collective knowledge in an attempt to preserve the lives of a civilization not even recognized.  A civilization that predated the Federation itself.  Not to mention, the hadn't been studied at all.  For an anthropologist, this is the moment equivalent to a geologist, in Earth terms, finding gold.

Amidst the chaos and tension that could nearly cut from the air and roll in a tight ball, Powl was quietly and quickly working his busy hands across the LCARS system.  He was bound and determined to have the calibration complete for when the call came to lock and energize the pods.  There were a few delays naturally.  When applying a new method for currently existing technology, there would need to be some accommodations made for the change in application and execution. 

Torok had suggested the pattern enhancers, but he later added another signal booster in the form of the shuttle that had ferried the away team to their current assignment.  Using a high level beam from the pattern enhancers, Torok used the shuttle as a signal station to enhance the already fortified signal from the pattern enhancers.  The signal was then routed directly to the Zephyr’s system at a much higher bandwidth.  Consequently this enabled the Zephyr to scan, lock on, and transport with great haste. 

The Broken Arrow is barely maintaining structural integrity due to being carved up and having a rather obsolete design that would have been destined to fail if they had experienced a slight meteor shower.  That hull couldn’t handle a hand phaser, let alone astral projectiles flying at high speed.

The adjustments and final alterations were complete and the pattern enhancers were providing an excellent signal.  The entire daisy chain of enhancers provided the Zephyr with the ability to “see” inside the Broken Arrow.  Upon visualizing the clear scans he began the process of mapping each pod and each member of the away team, sans Mid. Brennan as he was onboard and piloting the shuttle.  Due to the fortified signal and carrier wave thanks to the redundant network, the pattern was resolved quickly and a transporter lock was indicated.

"Lieutenant Powl," Ameen barked. "We have a clean lock. Energize. Beam the pods directly to sickbay, and return the away team to the Zephyr immediately. Get them out of there before that hull collapses."

“Aye, sir.  Transporter patterns are locked, energizing now!” 

The computer chimed the appropriate acknowledgement.  Powl had begun the transport of the pods and the away team to Sick Bay.

Each away team member will need to be examined before returning to active duty, so this complies with the contamination containment procedures laid out by Star Fleet protocol.

==GM Input: Well….did it work?==

==OOC:  Or did they beam up inside out and then explode?  (Galaxy Quest reference)==

[Evie O’Fee]

It was great news that the technique worked, it gave them the extra time needed. The problem was going into sickbay, it was the worst place possible for these things. The equipment in the room could interfere with theirs, it would be the same principal from when mobile phones became more common. They needed to invent shielding in a way to prevent such interference, these people didn't have to go through it.

Right now this was going to be a risk they were about to take, the time needed was more than what they had. This place was about to explode around them, her best estimate was thirty seconds.

[O'Fee to Sickbay prepare to receive all twelve stasis pods.] She was starting to have a have a hard time to maintain her cool, she wasn't showing much for panic but on the inside she was screaming.

==Waiting to be back on the ship.==

[Sebastian Cortez]

Sebastian felt his heart begin to race, he wasn’t sure if it was a result of the excitement of the mission or his claustrophobia. He wasn’t happy, he could feel his skin going clammy, he felt his pulse bounding, the sparks were starting to hurt his eyes,

Sebastian’s hands were shaking, but his aim was true. As he jammed the hyperspanner into the gap between the Aura's cable and the alien bus bar, the reaction was immediate and violent. A brilliant arc of blue plasma snaps from the junction, scorching the gloves of his EVA suit startling him slightly

¡Por el amor de Dios! Said Sebastian. .

The hyperspanner was glowing white-hot; he wasn’t sure if it would hold, if it could handle that much power. It was acting as a makeshift conduit for the high-voltage transfer. But the connection appeared to be holding.

Work, dam it, work, don’t you dare fail.

Sebastian could feel the adrenaline flooding his system. His breathing was becoming erratic. He could feel himself on the verge of a full-blown claustrophobic attack,

No....Not not.. Not now….!!!!!!

Sebastian was surprised when his comm system activated, "Bridge to Cortez, Good connection. Hold it steady, Midshipman. Don't let go until the beam takes you." He recognized the Captain's voice; it was calming and reassuring, much like his abuelo’s.

Relax, you can do this. The transporter beam will activate soon, very soon.

Sebastian knew he had a mission to complete, but the Sparks and sound of the ship, coming to a violent, abrupt end, wasn't helping. . He watched carefully, knowing that a last-minute failure could spell disaster for the mission.

What was taking the transporter so long? He thought. He was hot and sweating like a farm animal, his heart still beating dangerously fast. He couldn’t seem to get a full breath.

[  WARNING….WARNING…. Environmental Suit Integrity has been Compromised. Oxygen depletion in three minutes. WARNING…..]

Sebastian started to panic; panic meant shorter, more frequent breaths, which meant his oxygen would be used up even faster.

Sebastian began examining his suit. That’s when he noticed that the Sparks from the Alien device had burned a hole in the forearm of his E.V.A. Suit when he held it up to shield his eyes from the sparks.


“Cortez, to anyone, please help me. My E.V.A. suit has been compromised.” Said Sebastian, his words coming slowly and deliberately to conserve oxygen, tried to find anything that might seal the hole, but couldn’t.



== Tag All. ==

[Gath]

Gath heard Cortez as he reported his situation, the mounting panic could be heard in his voice. Gath looked down to see a thin bit of vapor under pressure from the arm of his EVA suit.

"Mister Cortez, Don't worry about the leak. Slow your breathing and remain as calm as you can. Even if you were completely exposed to open space, you'll be back on the ship before you lose all pressure. If you begin to feel the lack of pressure, you'll notice it from your eyes first, they will begin to feel dry. If that happens, just close your eyes tightly and hold your breath. The transporter process will be complete in under 30 seconds. Even an untrained cadet could hold their breath for 30 seconds and you are a trained graduate and Star Fleet Officer. You'll be fine. You don't need to trust me, just trust yourself. You've got he his, Cortez."

Gath voice wasn't commanding or scolding. In fact, it was very neutral and calm. They were already being transported and there was little else anyone could do right now.

[Evie O’Fee]

Hearing the cry for help Evie went into action, there was a hole that made it difficult to function. He was panicking witch was something that they shouldn't do, in his situation it was even worse. Evie made her way there to him and connected her suit to his, now the two suits were sharing the same oxygen. The next thing she did was place a hand over the hole burnt creating a seal, the air was no longer leaking from his suit. 

[Sebastian.] Her eyes were locked into his keeping a calm voice. [We are about to go home any second now, I just need you to be with me right now.] She was aware of everything else going on around her, but remained calm anyways. [Both of us are going home shortly, I just need you to slow your breathing so both of us don't run out of air.] There was only so much she could do, the rest was on him.

==Tag==

[Ava Baldwin]

== Not sure how to play this, so posting this here to make it clear the computer's response to Baldwin's search is relayed to Lt Gath, sorry for the delay. ==

[Ens Baldwin to Lt Gath. No matches found regarding this species. I calculate the reason is that this species is older than our database, and this is our first contact with them. The computer did offer a suggestion: the Data Module on the central pillar likely contains the ship's logs. If that module is brought back to the Zephyr, the main computer can use the raw data to build a translation matrix. Without that black box, we will have no way to speak to them if and when they wake up.]

[Morad Ameen]

== GM - Me!  ==

== The Broken Arrow ==

The world inside the Broken Arrow did not end with a bang, but with a dissolve.

Just as the hull began to groan under the stress of the final structural collapse, the familiar, high-pitched whine of the Federation transporter beam cut through the silence of the vacuum. Lt Powl's lock was absolute. The "daisy chain" of pattern enhancers did their job, cutting through the lead interference like a scalpel.


== USS Zephyr:  Sickbay ==

Materialization is usually a seamless process, but transporting twelve massive cryo-pods and four officers simultaneously pushes the Zephyr's buffer to the limit. The air in sickbay displaces with a thunderous crack of ozone and displaced atmosphere.

Suddenly, the room is very, very crowded.

The twelve alien pods materialize in a tight formation in the center of the surgical bay, hovering centimeters off the deck before their gravity clamps engage with a heavy metallic thud. The amber lights on the pods are still glowing, but they are pulsing faster now. The "flash charge" Cortez provided is fading. You have maybe thirty seconds to connect them to the Zephyr's power grid before the magnetic fields fail.

As for the the away team, Lt Gath materialized with the heavy alien Data Module gripped firmly in his hand. He is safe. Cdr Keir materialized near the bio-beds. Though momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift in gravity, s/he is safe and is the ranking officer on the deck, positioned to organize the chaos. A'kilees & Ra'an,  both Materialized safely, though disoriented by the sudden return of artificial gravity. Dr. O'Fee  and Mid Cortez, They materialize together, O'Fee's hand still pressed against the breach in Cortez's suit.

The moment the beam drops, the danger shifts. Cortez is no longer in a vacuum, but he is hyperventilating in a sealed suit that is now venting atmosphere into the room. The suit's bio-monitors are screaming alarms.

== USS Zephyr:  Bridge ==

On the main viewscreen of the bridge, the ancient ship simply gives up. 

Deprived of the structural integrity field and subjected to the stress of the transport beam, the Broken Arrow shatters. It doesn't explode; it simply disintegrates into a cloud of lead and polymer dust, joining the debris field it had traveled through for a all those years.

== The Aura Shuttlecraft ==

The collapse sent a kinetic shockwave of debris hurtling outward. Brennan was now flying solo in a debris field that just got a lot denser. He would need to execute evasive maneuvers to clear the cloud before aligning the Aura's return vector to the Zephyr's main shuttlebay.

[Morad Ameen]

== Bridge ==

Ameen watched the main viewscreen as the gray shape of the alien vessel dissolved into a glittering cloud of debris. For a heartbeat, his chest tightened.

Did we get them?...

He snapped his gaze to the tactical readout. The twelve alien signatures—plus the distinct bio-signs of his away team—were blinking steadily in the sickbay buffer zone. They were safe.

Ameen let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He placed a hand on the tactical rail, nodding to the Vulcan officer.

"Excellent work, Lieutenant Powl. That was threading a needle in a hurricane."

He tapped his comm badge. 

"Bridge to Sickbay. Medical teams, stand by. You have guests. Get those pods hooked up to the main grid immediately."

He turned back to the tactical station. With the First Officer still in the transport cycle, the bridge was theirs.

"Lieutenant Powl, you have the conn. Maintain position and scan that debris field for any other anomalies. Signal Midshipman Brennan to return to the nest once he clears the debris."

Ameen headed for the turbolift. He needed to see the condition of the survivors himself, and more importantly, he needed to make sure Gath had secured that black box. Without it, they had just rescued twelve people they couldn't talk to.

And I need to make sure the Midshipman is alright, he thought, recalling the panic in Cortez's voice. Brave kid. Needs to learn to breathe... oh and also: Must. Not. Hug. Amila... very important. 

[Torok Powl]

Midshipman Cortez seemed to be battling an internal struggle.  While his technique was well executed in his approach to the rather unique task, the confines of the small working area and his efforts on the hull of the ship seemed to be a bit more hazardous than it would typically appear.  His suit began reporting off a pressurization leak.  Given the vast vacuum of space, this was naturally quite disconcerting for the young officer.  Before Torok could even begin to mention the notification to the Captain Ameen, Cortez began having some complications with maintaining composure.  For humans, this would be considered a very natural and expected reaction.  For a Vulcan however, such a display would be viewed quite distasteful.

Powl was gratified to be aboard a ship with a great many species that all experienced and for the most part embraced their emotions.  Where Torok would make a rather pitiful excuse for a support model, he had been around with a Star Fleet crew long enough to understand that each culture brings its own idiosyncratic differences that complete a well rounded and capable crew.  In this case, a very young and brand new officer was facing, in all probability the most difficult moment experienced.  Completing his assigned task despite these circumstances, certainly warranted recognition and respect.

"Captain, Midshipman Cortez's suit has begun to depressurize. The exact cause is unknown.  The suit is reporting that the leak is in the front portion of the chest.  I cannot engage the transporter beam without the connection that Mr. Cortez is attempting to fabricate.  This means that the entire away team, and the crew of the Broken Arrow are dependent on his efforts."

The needs of the many...

Torok looked for just a moment to Ameen.  The cool expression masked the anxiety that was palpable on board the Zephyr.  Even Torok was striving to operate his tasks with all available skills he had gained, lost, and then regained over the many years with Star Fleet. A capable crew can sometimes encounter the most unfortunate and inevitable failure. Every officer on the Bridge was giving every ounce of, "elbow grease" to use a human idiom, that they could possible find in the reservoir. The vein in Ameen's neck was pulsating as everyone was operating with a high degree of adrenaline in an effort to rescue not only the crew of the Broken Arrow, but also the compatriots that bravely ventured to attempt to save a civilization that was considered a total loss until just a few hours prior.

When Torok reported that he was engaging the transporter beam, the entire ship seemed to breath in deep and hold.  For a moment, only the sound of the LCARS and the various notifications, alarms, and background noise of the computer operation could be heard.  Hearts stopped, eyes didn't blink, movement became stillness.  Time had stopped.  Although there were no temporal anomalies, tachyon radiation, or other indications of a temporal disturbance on the sensors.  The only sensors that could detect this phenomenon was living people. 

A unique experience...

The Broken Arrow's life force finally gave out and she crumbled.  A priceless relic loss to time being ever the cruel and final mistress that relentlessly preyed upon all of existence; time finally had the last word.  The entire ship fell apart.  According to scans, it would have been impossible for the away team, or the cryostasis bound crew to endure.
Almost anticlimactically, the panel on which Torok had been toiling chimed a small and unassuming report about the fate of everyone aboard the Broken Arrow.  Their fate had been decided.

"Captain, transport complete.  We have them."

Torok stopped for a moment. Despite his austere training and mental discipline, the emotions he worded so hard to suppress came rushing like river rapids.  A powerful force that...almost found its way into a smile.  Although, a smile in Torok's case would have meant the slightest curl on the edge of his mouth; it would be practically imperceptible.

"Excellent work, Lieutenant Powl. That was threading a needle in a hurricane."

Powl nodded, and plainly said, "thank you sir.  It would not have been possible without the diligence of Midshipman Cortez."

Almost immediately, Captain Ameen turned away, bound for the turbolift.  His place, as Captain, was certainly in Sickbay to check on his crew, and that of the Broken Arrow now absconded from their imminent peril.

"Lieutenant Powl, you have the conn. Maintain position and scan that debris field for any other anomalies. Signal Midshipman Brennan to return to the nest once he clears the debris."

Powl perked up for a moment.  He had heard the order, and now needed to use his other skillset.  He signaled on his panel for Ensign West to take over his station as he assumed the conn.  He stood and made his way to the center chair.  Although he had done it countless times in the past aboard the Copernicus.  This was the first on the Zephyr.  She had already proven to be an outstanding vessel, and she was operated by a stellar crew.  Today, the Zephyr became something special.  She had already earned her retirement and had quite the history.  But, as with all Star Fleet missions, this one was unique.  Finding an extinct civilization will always immortalize a tale for the crew, and the Zephyr.

He assumed the chair and began the cool down lap from the marathon they had just completed.

“Aye, I have the conn.”

He took a moment to review his orders, and to check on the status of the ship. “All stations, status report.”

He briefly surveyed the crew and briefly reflected that their performance never waned, and still persisted after such a harrowing event. 

“Helm, maintain position.”

Rotating in the chair to address the Science Department Head, “Lieutenant Ra’an, begin a sensor scan of the debris.  Notate any further anomalies…please.”

Remember the proper social protocol.  Using please, invokes positive results in 78.9 of each occurrence.

He returned his focus straight forward to the screen.

“Midshipman Brennan, excellent work in piloting the shuttle.  You are cleared to return to the Zephyr.  Use extra caution when navigating the debris field. An adequate performance.”

While using the term “adequate” certainly is a lackluster phrase for most other species, this was high praise from a Vulcan. 

From each order that came, the crew rapidly responded with deft hands, and sharp intellect.  The familiar and welcomed white noise of the crew operating resumed.  Seemingly, the recent events were set aside like they never happened.  Conversation and reports began flowing and peace had been restored. 

We have them…now the work begins.

==Tag: All==

[Sebastian Cortez]

Sebastian was a little startled by Lt. Gath’s voice. He tried to recall his EVA training, but battling a claustrophobic episode made it difficult. He tried to relax and remain calm, just with the EVA Suit repeating its warning, which just added to the stress.

Sebastian closed his eyes and tried to relax; he tried thinking of relaxing things. He envisioned playing Futbol, long walks on the beaches of Guadalajara, especially Playa de los Muertos, and he recalled taking long moonlit walks with Blanca, her long blond hair and green eyes, with gold flecks catching the moonlight.

Relax, breathe, slow and steady.

Suddenly, Dr. O’Fee’s voice filled his suit via the open comm channel. [Sebastian.] Her eyes were locked with his, keeping a calm voice. [We are about to go home any second now. I just need you to be with me right now.] Sebastian opened his eyes. He smiled because Dr. O’Fee had the same eyes as his beloved Blanca.

[ Sí Blanca, contigo aquí puedo lograr cualquier cosa.] Said Sebastian. Sebastian then realized he was being a bit unprofessional. [ Excuse me, Doctor, I meant no disrespect. ]

Sebastian wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. But he knew that people were counting on him. He watched the Hyper spanner and the alien bus as long as he could.

Sebastian made the sign of the cross and said a little prayer,

Santa María, Madre de Dios, por favor intercede por mí, en el nombre de Jesús, que los Hiperspanners aguanten, Amén.

Sebastian felt the transporter beam take hold, but in his panicked state, the transport seemed to be taking forever.

“Come on, come on!!” Sebastian said to no one in particular.

Sebastian wasn’t sure if the burn hole in his EVA suit made his claustrophobia episode worse or if the claustrophobia made the EVA experience worse. He was relieved that Dr. O’Fee had connected her suit to his; he felt his anxiety a little less, but the difference was modest at best.

Great Sebastian, you've made a complete fool of yourself in front of your shipmates. You have no business even being on the same ship as them.


After a few seconds, the familiar surroundings of the Zephyr’s Sickbay. He lost his balance due to the sudden change in gravity. He felt his anger and shame churning inside him. He had embarrassed himself in front of his crewmates. Sebastian tore his helmet off and threw it to the floor.

?Ahhh, hijo de p**a, te odio con cada fibra de mi ser. Deberían reciclarte y convertirte en una maceta.” Said Sebastian.

Sebastian wanted to just scream at the top of his lungs. His emotions were churning like a raging sea, embarrassment, anger, fear, and stupidity all tumbling inside his brain. His team members all performed flawlessly, as if they had been doing Space Walks all their lives, but he was a one-man clown show.

Sebastian slumped against the bulkhead, sliding down it until he was sitting on the floor. He held his head in his hands. He wished that he could just crawl away and hide.



== Tag All. ==

[Gath]

In the couple of seconds that passed, Gath witnessed something he had become familiar with over time. For some it was a rare thing, but it was common to most humanoid species. In extreme circumstances, the perception of the passing of time slows down. It had been scientifically proven and was now able to be reproduced relatively easily in controlled environments. The body responds to an impulse from the brain sends a signal and instantly there is an increase of adrenaline and other similar biological interactions that increase metabolic levels and most importantly for Gath's observations, causes the brain to speed up the rate of synapse trafiic for a brief time.

As a result of this, Gath saw everything happening in slow motion for a few seconds. It was not the first time and he was confident that it would not be the last time. He saw the Doctor attempting to assist and calm Cortez, though it would likely make little difference unless something went terribly wrong with the transport process. Part of him was still bothered that he was having to leave the craft prematurely, but this opinion swiftly began to change as something caught his eye. A couple of cracks were forming in a wall. This first seemed like a shadow, but then clearly began to expand across the area of one part of the hull. He moved his eyes to see the same thing happening across another clear area of visible hull and his instincts told him it was likely happening in other areas he couldn't see.

His view began to be disolving into the blue haze of the transporter process, but he still had the time to realize that perhaps he had misjudged the situation a little and was now grateful that the team was being beamed back when they were. Had it been up to him, he might have lingered too long. The view blinked out for an almost impossibly small amount of time that he always saw as a bright flash that turned instanlyly dark, then the next fraction of a second later, the blue haze was decreasing and there was a new view in front of him.

Gath had been floating almost a meter above the deck of the craft, in a weightless state, but had appeared in Sickbay in a controlled state that was only a centimeter or two from the deck. He reflexively braced himself and predictably dropped the tiny distance to land on the deck, though if you weren't ready for it, you could sometimes twist an ankle or lose your balance as you were suddenly required to support your own weight once more. There was the slightest bend to his knees as he caught himself and he paused before standing normally when the process had completed entirely.

After all of that, Gath looked down to his gloved hand and confirmed that the module had survived the process intact. He then looked to the pods to see the flashing sequences begin to change and cursed under his breath. Would they be able to get power to them fast enough, or would they begin waking up in an uncontrolled manner?

== Tag to all ==

[A’kilees]

A’kilees’ view began to change as the dark interior of the Broken Arrow began to fade away as the bright blueish haze of the transporter began to envelop him. He quickly peered around at his team members and the pods to confirm that they also were also surrounded by the same blue light of the transporter teleportation. A wave of comfort came over him as he knew that the pattern enhancers had done the trick. Finally, they were on their way back towards the Zephyr.

It was always an intrguing yet strange comforting sensation for the saurian; that brief moment of consciousness between immaterial and materialization during the phasing process of the transporter. It had been one of the reasons why he had specialized in transporter technology while studying as an engineering cadet back at the Academy. Others on the crew had previously expressed their discomfort with the technology during his brief time on the Zephyr but their concerns had no effect on him. This marvelous piece of technology had saved them and the lives of these strange new aliens they had encountered.

The blue energy haze slowly began to fade and soon the bright and familiar sights of the Zephyr’s Sickbay came into view. A'kilees felt himself drop slightly to find a foothold on the floor and was suddenly hit with a moment of disorientation accompanied with the sound of loud heavy bags as the cryopods fell to the floor after rematerialization. Suddenly coming from a zero gravity environment to the artificial gravity of the ship left the saurian slightly bewildered, surely the other members of the away crew would be experiencing the same effects. Hastely removing his helmet and letting it drop to the floor, he took a few deep breaths and watched the room swayed as if he was in a drunken haze but it took but a second for A’kilees to orient himself and relatively get his bearings.

The members of the away crew were righting themselves after their quick transport from the crumbling vessel. Finding himself next to Ra’an, he assisted her to get her oriented before assessing the current situation of the cyropods. The pods all lying on the floor appeared intact, the ones that had received a temporary boost from Cortez’s hotwire solution however were still signaling low power with their amber light still flashing, their magnetic fields were still failing and there probably wasn’t much time left by the looks of it.

I need a proper drink and some sleep after this. the saurian thought to himself as he stumbled past his Orion superior and towards the pods in question. He quickly assessed his options around the Sickbay to restore power to them.

== Tag All ==

== GM Input: Where is the closest energy port in the Sickbay that A’kilees can link the failing pods to restore the charge? Reroute from a nearby wall panel? From the biobeds? Thanks. ==

[Morad Ameen]

== GM  ==

= Sicbay =

As A'kilees scrambles past the disoriented Away Team, his tricorder gives a bleak reading of the room's standard power grid. The wall panels and bio-bed auxiliary ports are rated for medical instruments—delicate, precision electronics. Connecting a heavy-industrial cryo-pod to a bio-bed outlet would be like trying to jump-start a starship with a flashlight battery; it would blow the fuses instantly.

However, there is one exception.

Above the main surgical table hangs the Surgical Support Arch. It contains the high-output emitters for containment fields and laser scalpels. It is fed by a direct, shielded EPS tap from the ship's main power conduit behind the ceiling bulkhead.

You don't have time to find an outlet. You need to pull the maintenance panel on the Surgical Arch, strip the casing, and clamp the pod cables directly to the main EPS feed. It's crude, it's ugly, and Dr. O'Fee might scream about her surgical equipment being cannibalized, but it's the only tap in the room with enough amperage to feed twelve hungry stasis fields at once.

The amber lights on the three critical pods flicker and turn a solid, ominous red. The capacitors are drained. You have seconds to make that connection before the magnetic bottles collapse.

[Morad Ameen]

== GM ==

= Bridge =

High above the panic in Sickbay, the Bridge of the Zephyr returns to a state of controlled efficiency.

Midshipman Brennan’s piloting skills hold true. Emerging from the cloud of expanding lead dust, the shuttle makes its final approach. The comms crackle with the Flight Control Officer's report:

[Bridge, this is Flight Ops. We have a hard capture on the Aura. The shuttle is on the deck and secured. Midshipman Brennan is green and proceeding to debrief.]

Lieutenant Powl's sensors confirm the Broken Arrow is truly gone. The cloud of debris is drifting harmlessly into the void. There are no secondary power spikes, no delayed ordinance, and no subspace anomalies.

The sector is quiet again. All systems green. The Zephyr is safe.

[Morad Ameen]

== Sickbay ==

The doors to Sickbay hissed open, and Morad Ameen stepped into a scene that looked less like a medical ward and more like a refugee camp in a war zone.

Twelve massive, frost-covered pods crowded the center of the room, displacing bio-beds and equipment carts. The air smelled of ozone from the transport and the sharp, metallic tang of the alien hull plating.

Ameen took it all in with a single, sweeping glance.

He saw Midshipman Cortez slumped against the bulkhead, tearing at his helmet, a picture of raw psychological collapse. He saw Dr. O'Fee trying to manage the patient while the room chaos unfolded. He saw Lieutenant Gath standing like a statue amidst the confusion, clutching the black data module like a weapon.

And he saw Midshipman A'kilees frantically scanning the walls for a power outlet.

Ameen didn't hesitate. The CO stepped aside, and the engineer took over.

"A'kilees!" Ameen's voice boomed over the alarms, cutting through the panic. He pointed a gloved hand toward the ceiling assembly above the primary bio-bed. "The wall panels are too weak! Tear the panel off the surgical arch! Use the main EPS tap for the containment field generators!"

He strode further into the room, stepping over a discarded EVA glove.

"Doctor O'Fee, get that suit off Midshipman Cortez before he hyperventilates. Medical team, help A'kilees with those cables. Move!"

He stopped in front of Gath, his eyes locking onto the heavy data module in the Klingon's hand.

"Lieutenant Gath," he said, his voice lowering to a steady calm amidst the storm. "You held on. Good work. Secure that module in the lab, then get yourself checked out."

[Evie O’Fee]

Concentrating on only one person Evie kept out of the way of the Engineers, the closest thing to Engineering she knew was basic maintenance. She knew how to keep things working longer, and when its broken send it to an expert. Now that the team was in Sickbay her first instinct was to set up quarantine procedures, but the transporter would have taken care of the contamination.

"A'kilees!" Ameen's voice boomed over the alarms, cutting through the panic. He pointed a gloved hand toward the ceiling assembly above the primary bio-bed. "The wall panels are too weak! Tear the panel off the surgical arch! Use the main EPS tap for the containment field generators!"

He strode further into the room, stepping over a discarded EVA glove.

"Doctor O'Fee, get that suit off Midshipman Cortez before he hyperventilates. Medical team, help A'kilees with those cables. Move!"

"Tell me something I don't know." She slightly grumbled to herself, then remaining calm for Sebastian. "I am taking this off of you." She said softly while starting the process. " I am going to need your help with this." She seen most of her medical staff working on the cables, there were a few that were forbidden from doing such task. Their hands would be compromised, and she couldn't have that.

"Just keep seated here." Evie said while looking him in the eyes. "You were very brave out there, courage isn't something we do while we are not afraid. It is what we do while we are scared out of our minds, these people are still alive because of your actions." She was mostly keeping her attention from the construction going on, it had an important purpose and prevented any negative response from her.

Evie started taking off her own suit while keeping an eye on Sebastian, he needed to calm down a little. There was only so far that she can go, the rest was up to him. "Captain while these pods are here I am going to need three Security Officers stationed here, I don't want to take any un necessary risks." She would want more than three, but it was all she could properly justify.

==Tags, plus I couldn't resist the Bones reference from the Un named Star Trek LOL==

[A’kilees]

A’kilees waved his tricorder around the walls and ceiling, rapidly scanning around the room scrambling to find the right power level tap while trying his best to avoid the away team, the medical team and the cryopods littered about the entire sickbay. There had to be a power emitter somewhere powerful enough to charge the pods somewhere in this room. He had been studying the Zephyr’s schematics given to him by Raven but currently he was drawing a blank, perhaps a lingering effect from his gravity disorientation, but he also knew he was also running out of time.

“A’kilees!” boomed a voice over the alarms from the direction of the Sickbay door, the saurian looked promptly over in that direction to see Ameen had arrived on the scene. To A’kilees, the commander looked as stressed as everybody else in the room but his authoritative presence was still distinguished in the face of all the chaos surrounding them. Ameen pointed towards the primary surgical assembly above the biobed. “The wall panels are too weak! Tear the panel off the surgical arch! Use the main EPS tap for the containment field generators!” he said as he went to wrassle control of the current situation.

Of course! A’kilees thought. Those high-output emitters are perfect!

“*Gwak* Yes sir!” A’kilees yelled back in acknowledgement and rushed his way over to the surgical support arch as swiftly as possible, pushing aside those in his way to get to the centre of the room. The Commander’s previous engineering experience and his extensive knowledge of the Zephyr’s systems was extremely timely and his call would hopefully save the people within the pods. The saurian jumped up onto the biobed and got his gloves on the panel and began to pull. The panel groaned under the strain.

“A’kilees? What do you need?” came a female voice from behind. Looking down, a few members of the medical team stood below him waiting anxiously.

“Grab those cables from the pods and bring them here! Most critical first! Hurry!” A’kilees ordered. As quickly as he said it, they were off to grab the cable ends. The saurian turned his attention back to the arch. “Sorry Doc” A’kilees said to himself as he yanked hard once again and ripped the panel off the arch with a large bang and tossed it to an unoccupied part of the room with a crash. “I promise to fix ALL of this after this is over.” he panted as he began pulling the power cables out of the taps and moving aside all unessential components to get a direct view of the main EPS feed. A’kilees surmised that he would need to quickly improvise to modify the cables to plug directly into the power feed. The saurian could also feel the exhaustion of the mission starting to get to him but it was too early to call it quits.

“Here A’kilees!” the same female medical voice came from below. The medical ensign had returned and held up one of the pods' power cables as high as she could. A’kilees bent down and upon grabbing the cable gnashed his sharp reptilian teeth around the cable casing and pulled hard, ripping off the outer sheath and exposing the inner conductors. His mouth ached and his teeth twinged with pain as he spat out the casing to the floor. Ignoring the discomfort, he began to clamp the cables directly into the main power feed. A’kilees did this over and over; the cable ends arrived, he tore the casings with his jaws and spat them on the floor (some covered in a mix of spit and drops of saurian blood) and were clamped and secured to the energy grid. As the last cable was quickly fastened into the EPS feed, A’kilees wheeled his attention over to the critical pods lying on the floor, wiping his mouth dripping with blood. The critical cryopods' power indicated a solid red light but they were surely receiving power directly from the Zephyr. Had he made it in time?

== Tag All ==

[Amila Ra'an]

Once Amila had steadied herself she gave a quick nod to A'kilees before she watched him rush off to work on the power for the stasis pods. Amila carefully adjusted her own helmet, taking it off of care, eager to breathe in the familiar air of the Zephyr and get out of the suit, but not so eager as to give her body yet another jolt as the air released and the pressure adjusted.

Amila quickly assessed the situation in Sickbay. Cortez was her responsibility, but Dr. O'Fee had already assumed his care and was tending to him. Gath had the black box, and A'kilees was working on the power supply. Amila looked around for a free shelf or table and found a place to leave her helmet and gloves. Her red hair was sticky with sweat, clinging to the sides of her face. She shed her gloves and brushed the hair away from her forehead, the droplets glistening against her green skin. She reached for her tricorder and went for one of the stasis pods that was away from where the engineer was examining his options.

Amila pulled out her tricorder and tried to get a reading on the life signs inside the chamber.

"Commander Keir!"

Amila called out, beckoning to the first officer, "Since you were able to get a lock on these pods, maybe the transporter buffers have some more information these people. What kind of health they might be in. Do you think someone from the Bridge might be able to tap us in while we wait to see what we can get from the computer?" 

Amila was looking at Keir when He walked in. She fought to keep her attention focused on Keir. The task she'd put herself in motion to do. The Captain seemed immediately distracted by helping A'kilees, so if her attention had waivered, hopefully he wouldn't have noticed. There were better times, better places.

Or maybe there weren't.

But that had yet to be determined.

She turned back to Keir and waited for further instructions and information. Amila was disappointed she didn't get a chance to examine the ship and it's systems, but was hopeful that they would be able to communicated with its people - and it's computer.

==Tag Keir==

==And GM input - Mainly back to Powl / or computer / transporter buffer information to relay information to Keir if we have anything relevant to Amila's question==

[Keir 77]

Keir shook hirself out of the concentration s/he had been maintaining and took a few seconds to gather hir wits before turning to face the CSO.

S/he paused to give the subject consideration and smiled wryly in response top the question.

Turning to face the CSO s/he responded "That is an excellent question, I'll get on that."

Accessing hir tricorder, the First officer the CSO initiated a scan hoping to find an answer to that excellent question, and added a request in response.

"Is your tricorder noticing anything that mine might not be?"

It didn't hurt to see if there was different data that could be found employing both department's tricorders

==Tag Amila and GM for response
Again apologies, Jan/Feb are tough months for me==

[Sebastian Cortez]

Sebastian felt so embarrassed and humiliated. His crewmates were fine, very professional, but he was afflicted with claustrophobia. His breathing was labored; he felt like a fool. He looked around and felt as if everyone was watching him, thinking he was less than an ideal officer.

They probably think you're a pathetic loser. 

"Doctor O'Fee, get that suit off Midshipman Cortez before he hyperventilates. Medical team, help A'kilees with those cables. Move!" Ordered the Captain.

Sebastian watched as Dr. O’Fee approached. She radiated compassion. In many ways, she reminded him of his abuela. Sebastian's mother's mother, Abuela Aguilar was always kind and made everyone feel at ease, a kind, compassionate woman, who was the President of an Aerospace Company, who enjoyed painting and pottery in her spare time. Dr. O’Fee was so gentle, he smiled when she said, "I am taking this off of you." She said softly while starting the process. " I am going to need your help with this." She saw most of her medical staff working on the cables; there were a few who were forbidden from doing such tasks. Their hands would be compromised, and she couldn't have that.

"Just keep seated here,"  said Dr. O’Fee while looking him in the eyes. "You were very brave out there. Courage isn't something we do while we are not afraid. It is what we do while we are scared out of our minds; these people are still alive because of your actions." She was mostly keeping her attention from the construction going on; it had an important purpose and prevented any negative response from her.

Shaking his head, “NO, no…!, ..I was a pathetic example of a Star Fleet Officer, Parecía un completo idiota.” Said Sebastian through clenched teeth. Then, suddenly, the slight hiss of his helmet being removed, “ Doctor, is there anything that can be done for this…this… ???” Said Sebastian, struggling to find the right word, “This, childish affliction?”

Sebastian felt like a complete failure. Everyone on the Away mission was flawless; they executed their assigned tasks like true professionals, but he was a pathetic failure.



== Tag All. ==

[Evie O’Fee]

Listening to Sebastian as he was talking about his phobia, she glanced over at the Captain avoiding an urge for a side eye look. The worst was the last part he said.  “NO, no…!, ..I was a pathetic example of a Star Fleet Officer, Parecía un completo idiota.” Said Sebastian through clenched teeth. Then, suddenly, the slight hiss of his helmet being removed, “ Doctor, is there anything that can be done for this…this… ???” Said Sebastian, struggling to find the right word, “This, childish affliction?”

Claustrophobia was something that didn't talked about most, it really should be because more people suffer from it than are willing to admit. "No es tan malo, olvidé mi propio nombre la primera vez que salí." She said with a slight laugh, she was making light of something she experienced for herself. She looked over at the Captain again and had a slight giggle. "All of us have our own stories of how we were afraid the first time out, Captain tell him that all of us have a fear that we see as Childish." Everyone is their own worst critic, harder on themselves than others. The Spanish were always the biggest flirts, learning their language made things fun. 

"There is something we can do together to work through this, it will take some time but we will work through it together." They had several options that had a proven track record of success, there would be some lingering fear but he would be able to handle it. "When I get afraid I like to sing a little, it helps calm down the nerves." She glanced over at the work being done, hopefully she could get started on them soon. Right now she would just be in the way causing more problems, the systems will be operational and everyone who didn't need to be there would go.


==It isn't that bad, I forgot my own name my first time out. Translation from Spanish, just a note for everyone. If you are going to use another language, put the translation somewhere in the post for everyone. Tags ==

[Gath]

Gath stepped over to Amila and said, "Lieutenant Ra'an, this is the only data we have remaining from that ship. It is likely best in your hands to try and connect to and begin analysis. We suspect that it will contain logs that might be critical in allowing the ship's computer to integrate the information to form a translation matrix to communicate with them. We can only hope that there will be other useful data there as well."

He then held it out to her. Once she took the module, he said, "Computer, stand by with emergency containment protocols in the event any pod opens prematurely. Maximize for safety and full containment." There was a chirp of acknowledgement.

Gath then set his helmet down out of the way and looked to see if he could assist Engineering in any way. Looking to A'kilees, he said simply, "How can I help."

== Tag to all, but mostly Ra'an and A'kilees. ==
== Yes, I second the mention of translations. Remember that any of us close enough will hear our comm badges using the universal translator to tell us what was said if it is not listed as a language we have in our files. ==

[Morad Ameen]

= GM =

== Sickbay ==

As A'kilees clamps the final, spit-shined cable into the main EPS feed, the lights in Sickbay dim for a fraction of a second. It is a massive, sudden power draw as the Zephyr's main conduit absorbs the full load of twelve ancient stasis fields.

Then, the lighting normalizes. The solid, ominous red indicators on the three critical pods flicker, stutter, and finally shift to a steady, rhythmic amber. The high-pitched whine of failing magnetic bottles smooths out into the deep, stable thrum of Federation power. A'kilees' desperate, bloody-toothed engineering has worked. The countdown to total cellular degradation has been halted. 

The pods are stable.

Cdr Keir and Lt Ra'an's synchronized tricorders easily pull the residual data from Lt Powl's transporter buffer. Because the transporter had to map the aliens at a sub-atomic level to move them, the buffer acts like a perfect, high-resolution MRI.

The aliens are humanoid, but their skeletal structure is incredibly dense, laced with a naturally occurring metallic compound. This explains their resilience and hints that their home world possessed a much higher gravity than Earth or Vulcan. Furthermore, the buffer confirms that their cellular decay rate is practically zero. Whatever this "Delta-wave" suspension technology is, it is vastly superior to standard Federation cryogenics. They are in near perfect physical health—they are simply locked in a deep, technologically induced coma.

In response to Lt Gath, the room's automated systems chime in a calm, synthetic voice: 

[Emergency containment protocols initialized. Level 10 forcefields on standby around primary surgical bay perimeters.]

[Morad Ameen]

Ameen watched the overhead lights dim and then surge back to full strength. He listened as the frantic alarms on the alien pods died down, replaced by a steady, synchronized hum.

He looked over at the Saurian midshipman, noting the drops of blood on A'kilees' chin and the torn cable casings on the deck.

Not exactly textbook Starfleet engineering, Ameen thought, but out here in the dark, textbook doesn't keep you breathing...

"Brutal, but effective, Midshipman A'kilees," Ameen said, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "I'll have Engineering send down a replacement panel for the surgical arch, but you just bought them their lives. Well done. Lieutenant Gath, see if you can assist him in securing those lines so nobody trips over them."

Ameen then turned his attention to the corner where Dr. O'Fee was working on Mid Cortez. He heard Evie's prompt, putting him squarely on the spot. Ameen was a private man, but he knew what leadership required in this exact moment. 

Command isn't just about giving orders, he reminded himself. Sometimes it's about bleeding a little so they know you're human too... 

He walked over and crouched down slightly so he was at eye level with the young officer.

"The Doctor is right, Midshipman," Ameen said, his voice losing its command edge, replaced by a quiet, grounding earnestness. "During my first deployment, our ship took a direct hit. I spent the first five minutes of the battle frozen in a Jefferies tube, convinced the bulkheads were going to crush me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move."

He held Cortez's gaze.

"Fear is a biological imperative, Cortez. It's your body's way of trying to keep you alive. Courage is not the absence of that fear; courage is deciding that the mission is more important than the panic. You held that live wire. You saved twelve souls today. Remember that, not the fear."

Ameen stood back up, adjusting his tunic as he addressed the rest of the room.

"Lieutenant Gath, authorize a security team to be posted to sickbay, they will answer to the CMO while our guests are here. Doctor O'Fee, these patients are now your primary responsibility, any other resources that you require can be discussed with the Commander Keir."

He turned his gaze to the Chief Science Officer. Seeing Amila standing safely in Sickbay, exhausted but unharmed, lifted a quiet, specific weight from his chest. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second—a brief, private acknowledgment of relief before the mask of command slid back into place.

I'm glad you're in one piece, he thought, the tension finally leaving his shoulders. Now let's find out what we just brought aboard...

"Lieutenant Ra'an," he said, his tone crisp and professional, "that data module is our only key to understanding who we just invited aboard. Take it to the science labs. Try to extract a translation matrix and some answers before these people open their eyes."

Finally, he sought out his First Officer. Commander Keir was standing nearby, already reviewing the transporter buffer telemetry on a tricorder, projecting the quiet, steady authority the room needed.

Good to have you back on deck, Ameen thought.

"Commander Keir," Ameen called out, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the hum of the EPS conduits. "Once your done here, head up to the Bridge and relieve Lieutenant Powl. Let's get the Zephyr back to standard operations and stand down from Red Alert. Resume our previous route and heading."

== Tag Everyone ==

[A’kilees]

As the Klingon lieutenant came over to provide assistance, the Sickbay lights all dimmed slightly for a few seconds before returning to normal. The brightening room also reilluminated the pods arranged on the floor. The saurian looked intently at the three most critical pods he had first hotwired into the EPS relay to assess their current status. The solid red indicators signifying critically low power had switched to a pulsing amber color. They were indeed receiving power directly from the Zephyr and appeared completely stabilized.

Thank goodness.

A’kilees let out a loud sigh of relief and sat himself down on the biobed. His plan he proposed on the Bridge had worked, albeit for a number of issues along the way, but at the end of it all he and the away team had succeeded in their mission with the crucial support of the Zephyr crew. A’kilees couldn’t help feeling rather accomplished in that moment. He looked at Gath and gave him a wide and somewhat bloody saurian smile and began to remove the rest of his eva suit.

“I think…we're all good Lieutenant, but perhaps you can recommend a decent dentist?" A’kilees asked jokingly as he rubbed his jaw. His mouth was still in a lot of pain, there was a slight dribbling of blood and one or two teeth felt loose in his mouth but his high spirits were enough to distract him for the time being. It was at that moment that Ameen came over towards the two. The commander inspected A’kilees’ injury and then turned his attention towards the bent arch panel and spit and blood covered wire casings scattered on the floor before addressing him.

“Brutal, but effective, Midshipman A’kilees” he commended. “I’ll have Engineering send down a replacement panel for the surgical arch, but you just bought them their lives. Well done.” A’kilees thought he had seen Ameen smile ever so slightly while giving him this compliment but chalked it up to him being quite worn out from the day's events.

"Thank you very much Commander.” the saurian replied. “I'll be sure to apologize to Doctor O’Fee for the mess and either I or another engineer will be happy to do any necessary repairs later.” The commander nodded in acknowlegement then addressed Gath.

“Lieutenant Gath, see if you can assist him in securing those lines so nobody trips over them.” Ameen instructed before heading over to join Dr. O’Fee who was attending Cortez.

A further sense of pride filled the saurian; he considered the commanders’ recognition of his efforts high praise not just from a superior officer but from a well experienced fellow engineer. Any sensation of fatigue had left him in at that moment, A’kilees hopped off the biobed and looked back towards Gath.

“Well then Lieutenant, let’s clear the floor of any wire obstructions then *gwark!*” he exclaimed.

== Tag Gath et al. ==

[Evie O’Fee]

==Sickbay== 

"Lieutenant Gath, authorize a security team to be posted to sickbay, they will answer to the CMO while our guests are here. Doctor O'Fee, these patients are now your primary responsibility, any other resources that you require can be discussed with the Commander Keir."

Evie knew that her time with Sebastian was coming to a close, she was needed to tend to their new guests. He wasn't in any danger anymore shifting the focus to those who were, she had no idea what kind of state they were going to be in. Evie kept her tone the same. "See the Captain agrees stating the same message I just did, he is even proud of you. No one here thinks any less of you, let this day be the seed that grows into a brilliant career. All of us had a bad day or something that didn't go right, but none of that stopped us from advancing." Evie paused before getting ready to tend to the others.

"Something always starts somewhere, the great ones became that way because they never gave up. The last person you should give up on is yourself, build on that and the courage will come naturally. Now if you will excuse me he is right, they need me now. If you would like some quiet reflection time, my office is at your disposal." She gave one last smile before going to work. 

"Nurse Dawes with me please." Her tone was more official than with Sebastian, and before getting started Evie got the attention of one of her staff. "Lets make sure that all the clothing is put in the proper place, this is starting to look like a locker room. Also until further notice Sickbay is closed for those not critical, secondary sickbay should be set up in Ten Forward. Less traffic the better due to the hazards, it also helps keep them secure too." Evie said and continued. "Doctor Tyris-McEntyre you are needed as well, a second opinion would be in order." 

Going to the pods Evie started to use a medical tricorder to figure out their physiology. It was extremely impressive to her, it also scared her a little more. "Judging from the skeletal structure and density they pack a punch, I wouldn't want to be on the business end of that fist." There was some kind of concern when it came to the metallic compound in the bones.

"This is something of interest as well, in theory it could evenly distribute an energy weapon blast even through the body. Anything less than high stun might be little more than an irritation to them, naturally if we have to mount a defense." All of the technology that they had was something the Federation could benefit from, logging it for understanding it would be best. "What do you two think?" She asked knowing they would see something she wouldn't, or even think of.

==Tag==

[Charlotte Dawes]

== Tag Replied in Sickbay ==>

[Morad Ameen]

== Now that the away team is back on the ship, we can all start posting on the main threads in the ship instead of the Subplot section. So if you are looking here, your next post should be in ZE/D03 - Sickbay ==

[Sebastian Cortez]

== Replying to Dr. O'Fee in Sickbay.==