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Posted June 9, 2019, 5:39 p.m. by Civilian T'Pris (Psychobiologist/Scientist) (Krystelle Knight)

Posted by Ensign Harry Goodwin (Scientist) in Main Sim: Science Labs

Posted by Civilian T’Pris (Psychobiologist/Scientist) in Main Sim: Science Labs

Posted by Ensign Harry Goodwin (Scientist) in Main Sim: Science Labs
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T’Pris was in the labs overseeing the unpacking of the final few cases of supplies in the supply area of the labs, which was near the back. A couple of junior science officers were assisting her with this task as she made sure things were being put where they belonged and could be quickly found again.

Suddenly, she and two of the unpacked cases were thrown forcibly to the portside of the ship as the main lights went out. She heard a cry of pain from down the aisle where the two young officers were working. She rubbed her shoulder where a very large bruise would no doubt sprout but at least it didn’t appear that anything was broken. Pulling herself up she called out to other two officers just as the emergency back ups came on.

“Majors, is hurt Ma’am.” Pierce reported from where she was trying to roll a packing case off the prone Majors. As there wasn’t a lot of room between the aisles this was a challenge. T’Pris hurried over to assist.

“Majors!” She said sharply trying to get the man to respond, he didn’t respond vocally but was rolling his head back and forth groggily. “Do not try to move.” T’Pris ordered as she saw the pool of blood under his head.
=^=T’Pris to sickbay! Crewman injured in the Science Lab storage areas. Require assistance.=^= The thought ran through her mind as she wondered where Adrian Sorel was. Was he in their quarters? She would contact him when she could.

T’Pris Pyschobiologist

A few minutes later, a severe looking man in a medical uniform and labcoat appeared, snaked his way to the injured. “Blood under his head. Concussion, possibly fractured, if he’s lucky, all the blood is draining outward.” He quietly mused. “Tricorder!” He snapped to a nurse carrying a medical kit. He snatched it out of her hand. “Call for a gurney. He can’t walk.” He started scanning the injured Majors to get a look at the trauma to his head and to check if there was anything else injured.

-Dr Drake Marshall

“It appears he was hit by one of the falling cases during the disturbance.” T’Pris said.”The lights were out so we did not see it.” She backed out of the way of the working medical personnel but tried to give them a succinct update.

T’Pris Psychobiologist

“As per usual, I was right. The skull fractured, and there’s blood draining in too.” He looked up at the dim lighting. And of course some of the tools I need won’t work. I hate ships. Where in Christ’s name is my gurney?”
“Doctor, there are emergencies all over the ship, medics are working as fast as they can.”
“Well, he’s going to die if I don’t operate soon, so either find a gurney or pass the kit.” Drake stared the nurse down. She paged the medics again. “Doctor. Gurney on its way.” Drake didn’t respond, but that was as good as a ‘thank you’, given the person she was dealing with.

Moments later, a medic pushing a gurney came in. “Where is the patient?” He said calmly. “Quietly dying over here.” Drake said, equally calmly. “Head trauma, you’ll have to lower your gurney to him.” The trio of doctor, nurse, and medic loaded the scientist and started moving him out. As the patient hovered away, Drake felt compelled to reassure the rest of the staff. “He’s in good hands.” He walked out, following his new case.

-Dr Drake Marshall

=/\=Doctor Marshall to Science dept. Your injured crewman came through surgery just fine, he should be back to scanning things with the rest of you soon.=/\=

-Dr Drake Marshall

=^=Thank you, Doctor.=^= T’Pris answered as she and the other techs finished cleaning up the blood in the storeroom and saw to the placement of the rest of the supplies before returning to the Science Lab proper.

It was then she noted the information that the bridge had been sending down. They were caught in a space anomaly, a pocket of some sort. Strange she mused. T’Pris’ training was more in planetary science rather then spatial anomalies but she watched the incoming flow of information curiously.

T’Pris Psychobiologist

Having not long come on duty Harry stood in the middle of the science lab in a state of shock. He gulped as he stared at the pool of blood being mopped up and clenched his jaw. He was way out of his comfort zone but at the same time knew he had to be strong and decisive. Taking a deep breath he strode up to T’Pris and stood to attention.

“Ensign Harry Goodwin ma’am, how can I help?” He offered as he pushed his fear to the back of his mind.

Ensign Goodwin (Sci)

T’Pris studied the new Ensign for a moment,”I am not an officer, Ensign you can relax. We appear to be caught in a spatial pocket of some sort. What is your scientific training in?” She asked hoping he had a bit more training in that field then she had.

T’Pris Psychobiologist

Harry gulped nervously and cleared his throat and tenatively answered. “I’m um, a physicist ma’am, quantum mechanics and particle physics primarily but I am familiar with most branches of physics and chemistry,” Harry smiled a little, it was probably the only subject he was comfortable talking about. He tapped a nearby console to see if any scans had been taken which might give them more information.

Ensign Goodwin (Sci)

“Physics…”T’Pris murmured.”Any training in spatial anomalies?” She asked as she too waited for the scans she had initiated.

T’Pris Psychobiology


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