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Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Protests (Lobby -SHH) // TAG CIA, Police, CCDA, Medical, and anyone interested

Posted Sept. 5, 2022, 1 a.m. by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Civilian Lucas Elliot Holloway (Business Owner) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Protests (Sacred Heart Hospital) // TAG CIA, Police, CCDA, Medical, and anyone interested

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Protests (Sacred Heart Hospital) // TAG CIA, Police, CCDA, Medical, and anyone interested

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Attack at City Center: Four Days Later - Protests (Sacred Heart Hospital) // TAG CIA, Police, CCDA, Medical, and anyone interested
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻
A few blocks away from the Governmental Building, crowds were gathering at the entrance of the Sacred Heart Hospital, wielding signs displaying the same messages as the ones in front of the Governor’s Office, only a little more personal to the Holloways themselves – “Not on my watch!”, “Go back to New York City”, or “Cruise out of here” were maybe the nicest ones.

It started like a discordant note like a single off tune violin in an orchestra, and then it grew. As if each violinist tuned to the discordant note. Then it grew, hot like fire, from anger, and sick and sour as her stomach rolled, from fear that was not her own. It was closer and yet far reaching, and suddenly it wasn’t just emotion but thoughts. Angry, fearful, confused, manipulative, but the noise was too intense and chaotic to pin point where each was coming from. It hit and overwhelmed very suddenly. Sharah stumbled, setting a hand to the wall and then turned making her way to her office, the door closing behind her.

Inside, the yells, shouts, and amplified chants of “What do we want? Out with the Holloways! When do we want it? NOW!” were starting to be heard.

The Protesters

It wasn’t just outside the hospital, it was…somewhere else close by, but distinct. Then the whole feel of the colony shifted, their attention focused on the protestors, on…the media. There must be a news feed. Slow breaths in and then out. Sharah was no good to anyone if she drowned in the noise. It was a fight, a struggle to get above, to surf the anger and fear that was spreading. Sharah had not been on Oed V long, but for someone like her, it didn’t take long to get the feel and rhythm of a place. (Thought it might take awhile to get used to it and become part of it). This was not the normal rhythm of the colony, it felt…artificial in a way, but Sharah couldn’t say, at that exact moment as she fought the currents, why she felt it was artificial.

=/\=Fayth To Security. We have a possible riot inside the hospital. Requesting additional officers to secure the interior while Colonial police handle this. We have several Star Fleet personnel here, not to mention a very full maternity and nursery ward.=/\=

=/\=Acknowledged Lt. Sending two teams now. They will assess and request as needed. Security out.=/\= It was reassuring to Sharah, the cohesiveness of working together, trust, and a team across expertise. Ilena walked in to her office, feeling the growing tension outside and Sharah’s carefully controlled distress. “Dr. Fayth?” Sharah waved her off. “I’ll be fine in a moment. No Ilena,” she said picking up the thought, “a telepathic suppressor won’t work. I wish they did. Go check with Temple on Harris and you find Molly Holloway and check on Lucas. I’ll be there soon.” Ilena left at a slight job.

Alone in Lucas Holloway’s hospital room, Molly nodded off next to her uncle. With a start, she was brought out of her doze by the beeping sound of her Starfleet Intelligence issued wrist chronometer.

Looking at her wrist, Molly read the single headline: BREAKING NEWS: Activist group Together for Peace claims attack on Lucas Holloway’s life.

What? That didn’t make any sense. Newton herself had told her they were behind the attack, who were these guys? Yet another Section 31 front for the Syndicate? Or just a different organization all together trying to get something out of the whole thing?

For a moment, she pondered contacting Ryan, but what he had told her a few days ago about no line being secure given it was an inside job, made her decide against it. He would know anyway, and if he needed to talk to her, Molly knew he’d show up.

Reaching for the remote control to the viewscreeen on the wall, Molly flipped through the channels until she found FNN. In horror, she watched as the channel repeated the ‘story’ about her and Cal’s involvement meaning that HHI and the CCDA were working together to create weapons that could… go through the new atmospheric shield!? Molly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was clear that people did not know what an atmospheric shield was or how it worked if they thought it was meant to stop any kind of external attack.

As pictures of her, Lucas, and Cal were shown on the screen, the footage changed to show crowds with signs gathering first at the governmental building, then Holloway Heavy’s Headquarters, and finally at the Sacred Heart Hospital. Molly couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing.

Inside the tightly secured hospital, no external sound came in through the window panes. At least not in the rooms. Molly assumed that the chants would be able to be heard in the lobby.

Getting up and turning off the light in the room, Molly walked to the windows and discreetly peered outside, hoping not to be seen. It was true… At least a large group of the population wanted them off the planet… and over what? A conspiracy theory that had no foundation whatsoever, certainly fueled by Newton and her bunch to take their scent off of them. She wondered what the group had to gain from it.

Still in the darkened room, the only light coming from the active biobed, Molly sat back down on the chair. Looking at her uncle’s unconscious form, she could feel the anger simmering back to the surface. What had they done to them? Even though they were recognizable figures in OED, Molly had always felt safe walking around. Now, every single person who saw the report would know what they looked like. What would that mean for their safety? Or in Molly’s case, for the safety of anyone that tried to lay their hands on her or anyone she knew.

Molly sighed, trying to figure out if she could find the contact of the offices of the Federation News Network and tell them exactly what she thought about their report.

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries

Ilena entered the room and glanced at the news feed. “They have no idea what they are protesting about. They need to think rather than drink the kool-aid.” She walked over to Lucas and checked his readings while also quietly darkening the windows so it looked empty rather than occupied. The same was being done across the hospital. “His vitals are much better today.” She moved the sheet carefully to check the wound on Lucas’ leg. It was still obvious that he’d been injured there, but right now it looked more like it had happened months ago rather than just a few days. “Do you need anything Ms Holloway?”

Ilena

It was a good thing that Ilena walked in, momentarily throwing Molly off of her task of looking for a way to contact FNN, and unknowingly avoiding a more complicated situation for the HHI and its CEO.

Molly smiled softly. “You don’t believe them then?” There was a hint of relief in her tone, and Ilena would be able to feel it. “Given the report that FNN just put out I wouldn’t blame you.”

Ilena snorted, “I do not. FNN is known for going with the most sensational story, and not checking their sources. Anything to get people to watch and pay attention to them. And the more emotional they make people the more they stare on in disbelief. Their brain says stop listening but the fear makes them watch.”

Watching the nurse as she checked Lucas’s condition, Molly gazed back at the viewscreen as a way to give her uncle some privacy. She knew that the hospital staff did everything with the utmost decency, yet, Holloway had never seen her uncle in anything other than business casual clothes and even just seeing his thighs or shins felt weird to her. Heck, even just seeing him without long sleeves was odd.

As Ilena spoke, she’d be able to feel the weight lifting in Molly with her words, clearly happy to know that Lucas seemed to be recovering well.

Finally, as the question reached Molly’s ears, she replied. “No, but thank you. Part of me feels like I’d do better just turning off the news and ignore everything, but I also know that I’ll go crazy if I don’t know what’s happening.” Molly smiled softly. “Thank you for making sure that we’re safe.”

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries

Ilena smiled slightly. She fixed the sheet and blanket and then turned to Molly. “I may be over stepping Ms Holloway, but it seems to me you have people to handle this. I can understand wanting to know, they are targeting your family after all. But as a giant corporation, HHI has publicity people. They are trained to know what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. Which requires that they be very skilled in listening and find out where that information is coming from. The CCDA, the governor, the hosptial are all doing the same. If you want a private line to contact your office I can ask Dr Fayth to let you use her office. I’m not sure how secure it is, but it is private.”

Ilena

After getting herself balanced, Sharah made a mental check with Ilena. She resisted the urge to distract Markus, to make sure he and the fleet base was okay. She would not spread the panic, she would be calm. She made her way to the main lobby and looked around for the CCDA officer in charge. Colonial police were probably handling this, but the mobs goal was the Holloways. “Have the police been called? Any idea what provoked them?” She stood by a window, leaned against the wall and looked out. It all felt so oily and sickly to her. If she wasn’t careful she’d be sick.

Fayth, SFCMO

General Devri Hudson with the Colonial Defense Force walked over to the CMO, a soft smile on her face. “You needed to see me Chief?”

Hudson, CDF

(OOC Slight title change)

Fayth stood up straight and looked up at the Hudson. “General Hudson, thank you. I just wanted to see if we knew what was going on out there? What started it? Also to let you know I’ve called in extra fleet security. They are going to cover some of our more high traffic areas, the walk in clinic, the maternity and nursery wards, the PT gyms. We’re prepping for injuries. They seem mostly just vocal don’t they?”

But at that moment there was a surge in the noise. Inside the hospital, Sharah could feel the anxiety, fear, and fight response triple as patients, their loved ones, nurses, doctors, and other staff realized the protest just wasn’t at the tower, but outside the hospital as well. It was on the news, outside their windows. Their thoughts swirled around loud and cloying. What will happen if they become violent and come inside. We aren’t the Holloways, we aren’t the governor, do they know the difference?

Outside the protesters were angry and wanting answers, but some were becoming belligerent because they weren’t getting the attention they wanted. No one was appearing, no one arguing with them, and all the news was mostly at the Government Tower, with only a brief flash about their part in the protest. Sharah passed through the doors, pulled to make it better. People were scared, hurt, confused. They wanted to protect their families, their homes, their livelihoods but didn’t know how. They wanted answers, but even if given they wouldn’t accept it in this frenzied state. She stood outside the hospital watching, her lab coat pulled around her. The waves of noise crashed and drowned. A stabbing thought, a man and his daughter couldn’t get through to visit his wife, the sick being sent to other entrances, and the fear and building anger swamped her. She struggled quietly to get above it and then in a moment of self-preservation the calm she was building within herself suddenly spread out from her to the crowd, to those in the lobby and continued outward like a stone dropped into a pond.

Fayth, SFCMO


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