Posted Aug. 14, 2018, 11:05 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Seddk Vock (Chief Medical Officer) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)
Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)
The nervous Transporter Chief watched as two pads lit up in his Transporter. He had been waiting for this moment since the shuttle crash and was ready. The moment the shields dropped, he had diverted every ounce of power to the Transporter… even diverting most of the Hanger Bay Artificial Gravity… to boost range. It was /just/ enough.Harris and Wright crashed to the Transporter pad, both immediately gasping for air. Tapping his CommBadge joyfully, the young Lieutenant… tears rimming his eyes… shouted. =A= Transporter Room One to Bridge… we got’em! It’s the Skipper & Captain Wright. Please inform Medical we need a team down here pronto! Transporter Room out.=A=
Manning’s voice was quick to reply. =/\= Thank you, Lieutenant. Great job. Manning out. =/\=
Lt. Cmdr. Manning, XO
Rushing from his console, he grabbed his small medkit and ran to the two downed officers. Grabbing the Marine’s deathly cold arm, the Lieutenant shook the Dresden’s Commanding Officer… it was his bad arm. Harris winced immediately and groaned. “Where the hell are we?” He asked in a raspy voice.
“Back on the Dresden, Skipper…” The Lieutenant sighed in relief. “… welcome home Sir.”
Condor
Molly felt the tingling warmth of the transporter beam and then a hard metal surface under her knees as gravity took a hold of her body and pulled her to the floor. Once again, Wright’s body (and Harris’s too) underwent the changes in pressure, from the almost non-pressurized shuttle cabin to the Dresden’s regular pressure environment, only this time at an instantaneous rate. Muffled sounds flooded her ears as pain shot through each of her joints, the trademark symptoms of compression arthralgia.
With her eyes tightly shut, Wright cried out, one desperate sob after another, half from the pain, half from everything that she had been subjected to since their first arrival on Beta Prime. Her arms and hands were drenched in dried blood. There was no telling on whether or not it was hers. Her tunic was ripped apart and tied around Cal’s torso.
Confused, not knowing where she was, Molly remained on the floor. The emotional trauma of the journey was clear, as her body curled up and shook as she sobbed quietly.
Capt. Wright, CIO
The doors slid open and the Chief Medical Officer arrived. He quickly made his way to the Harris’ side and began running a scan. “Captain. Where are you hurt?” he asked calmly.
Vock, CMO
OOC: What do the scans show?
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