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:: has already returned to the bridge from the ready room based on the projected arrival time, and takes her seat ::

:: stands at the Tactical 2 console on the bridge, monitoring sensors ::

:: watches and signals the systems into action, checking them over once more ::

CO: Normal space in three minutes, capitana.

:: is in Main Engineering, monitoring the quantum field of the slipstream drive ::

:: sits on her backless chair base just off center of the bridge, tending to her console and monitoring shipwide preparations, not having much time to wait in anticipation but the pink tip of her thrice-forked tail flops from side to side on the thin carpet in front of her ::

:: has taken her usual spot on the bridge, working on reports on the console ::

:: buckled in at her station, somewhat sick to her stomach as she anticipates the worst ::

:: still sitting in the chair with a seatbelt, she spends her time on the PADD looking up prior methane life form research ::

:: simply nods ::

CO: One minute...

:: checks the deflector array and power systems, ready to pump energy to the shields and weapons if necessary ::

Bridge: All hands, be ready for battle. Red alert!

:: sees red alert, stretches her neck to either side until she hears the light pop ::

CO: Normal space in ten, nine, eight...

:: pushes down a wave of nausea ::

:: closes the chart she was working on, pulling up the lifesign readings for the ship and looking up to watch the viewscreen ::

:: switches the yellow alert to red, looking over to Ammora :: TAC2: Check shields, run final checks.

:: grips her seat against her belly ::

ACTION> Atlantis and Syrinx pop into normal space in the Refuge system...

CO: Normal space achieved, drift is 353 light-seconds.

:: stares up at the red lights flashing and sighs :: Self: Oh lovely.

:: takes a breath, sits down and straps himself in ::

CTO: Scan the system for hostiles.

NAV: Take us toward Refuge.

:: monitors slipstream power-down and the impact on the inertial dampeners ::

CTO: Shields nominal, no irregularities.

:: triggers the scan, keeping an eye on the result :: TAC2: Good, weapon systems green?

CO: Aye, capitana. :: turns toward Refuge and sends Atlantis that way ::

:: taps the console quickly:: CTO: Weapon systems online and ready.

:: takes a deep breath. They are prepared for this ::

:: gets a strange sensation of lightness in her head ::

Barrett: Does this mean that we are about to have a space battle? Barrett> Pretty much. Barrett: I've never actually been in one. The last ship I served was a science vessel that did it's darnedest to stay away from well- this.

:: furrows her brow, checks to make sure she isn't wearing her Light pendant ::

ACTION> Scans reveal no hostile ships, but the evidence of a hard-fought battle is clear. As we approach Refuge, it becomes even more apparent; an ever-expanding cloud of debris, both of Xovul and Free Fleets ships, is obvious.

:: watches the viewscreen in horror, eyes wide ::

CTO: No hostile targets apparent.

:: comes to next to the pilot's seat on the Skylark ::

ACTION> There are, however, other Free Fleets ships on sensors, around Refuge.

:: closes her eyes briefly when she sees the debris field -- so much death ::

:: pushes herself to get up, winces at the searing pain in her left arm ::

:: stands, eyes wide at the scene on the. main viewer ::

CSO: Hail Refuge Control.

:: nods, triggering the lifescanning next :: TAC2: Acknowledged. Deactivate torpedo systems, but keep phasers online. :: glances up to Harper :: CO: Scanning for lifesigns, Captain.

:: looks; her entire arm is a sleeve of third-degree plasma burns from an exploding console from when the Skylark took a nasty hit ::

:: lets out her breath, relieved at least that the danger seems to have passed for now, but also dismayed that they appear to be too late and closes her eyes briefly ::

:: is speechless for a moment, then... :: Fucking ow!

CTO: Understood. Deactivating torpedo systems.

:: swallows :: CO: Aye, Captain. :: taps at her console :: +RC+ Refuge Control, this is the Federation Starship USS Atlantis. Do you copy?

:: long, nigh-unprintable string of curses ::

ACTION> No response from Refuge Control.

:: shakes her head grimly, watching the viewscreen ::

:: feels a strange lightness in her head ::

:: waits a moment longer, then turns to Kate and shakes her head :: CO: No response, Captain.

:: a pained look crosses her face ::

:: is watching the lifescanning darkly, fingers mentally crossed that at least someone pinged it ::

:: attention drawn to her Light box, but unsure why ::

NAV: Take us closer.

:: pushes down another wave of nausea as she turns back to her console ::

:: takes seat, one-handedly tries to hail Refuge Control—to no avail ::

CO: Aye. :: flies Atlantis on an approach that Refuge Control has given him in the past ::

:: pulls up the lifescan feed on her console to watch the results come in ::

:: feels a knot in this throat ::

:: tries hailing Venya directly ::

ACTION> On the main viewer, the asteroid base of Refuge comes into view, and it is plain that the place has taken moderate to heavy damage. Some parts are clearly depressurized, but the central dome is intact.

:: gets no response from there either ::

:: lets out a sharp sigh of relief at seeing the scans come back :: CO/CSO: Lifesigns are present at Refuge!

:: his eyes open wide at what he sees, stifles his concern ::

:: encouraged by that, at least, but she knows that there used to be many more lifesigns ::

:: smiles a bit at the good news ::

:: covertly swipes at the corners of her eyes ::

:: knows the Skylark is already dead in the water, so has no idea what to do...until sensors pick up a Federation starship :: :: her heart skips a beat, but she realizes it's not the Meridian ::

ACTION> A hail arrives from Refuge.

:: checks to see the phasers are still at the ready, the photon torpedo banks are powered down, but ready to be recharged when necessary ::

CO: C-Captain, Refuge is hailing us.

CSO: On screen!

:: looks from Wright to Harper, finned ears perked ::

:: sighs softly with something between relief and exasperation ::

:: taps fingers on arm of chair as red alert continues :: Barrett: This seems awfully quiet. Barrett> Yup. :: purses lips and nods to self ::

:: puts it on the screen with a practiced motion and a flutter of hope in her heart ::

:: turns her attention to the viewscreen ::

:: looks up ::

:: lightness continues and intensifies in her head; is now certain the Light is calling to her ::

ACTION> Lady Venya Kashar appears on the main viewer... but not as we are accustomed to seeing her. She is battered, bruised, and burnt, and is clearly in pain as she hunches over the communications terminal that her aide normally answers these calls on, instead of the opulent backdrop of her office.

:: finds herself holding her breath ::

:: winces, but is also glad to see Venya alive ::

:: his hands flicker, moving instinctively to the weapons controls ::

:: gasps :: Venya! If you will allow transport, we can get you to our sickbay!

:: knows her only hope for medical attention and ship repairs is to hail this Atlantis, but isn't thrilled about it ::

:: catches Ammora's flicker and holds out a steadying hand :: TAC2: At ease.

CTO: Aye, ma'am. :: relaxes, but only slightly ::

+CO+ Ka- Katie... Lexy... :: manages a smile :: I did not imagine that you would be my rescuers. I wish you had been able to arrive sooner, but, yes, please... help. The transporter inhibitor is already— :: slumps ::

CSO: Beam her to sickbay.

:: already locking on to her signal :: CO: Aye, Captain. Initiating transport.

:: looks to Grey ::

CO: We should check for other survivors to transport as well.

XO: Yes, definitely. We are now on a humanitarian aid mission.

:: swallows pride, hails Atlantis ::

:: takes that as her cue and signs out of her station, gets up, and heads for the turbolift ::

ACTION> Venya appears in sickbay, unconscious and clutching a gaping stab wound in her abdomen, dark green blood seeping through her fingers.

:: looks over to Acacia, but she's already getting up to leave and nods approvingly ::

CO: We are being hailed by a small vessel.

:: stares at the ensign in silence, then shrugs to self and decides to get up and begin working again ::

MED: Remember to take precautions against Orion pheromones.

CSO: On screen.

:: tap taps and looks up ::

:: snaps her fingers as the doors to the turbolift are shutting :: CO/Self: Right!

:: looks up at the screen ::

:: nods :: TAC2: At ease. If the medbay is in need of security, they will contact us. :: turns her attention to the screen as well ::

+Atlantis+ Hey. :: waves with good hand :: You guys wouldn't happen to have a biobed for a burn victim and hangar space for a busted scout ship, would ya?

:: turns her head to look at Grey, her voice carrying to Tactical but not loud enough to interrupt the comm conversation :: CTO: Scan for the weakest lifesigns and begin transporting to Sickbay.

:: arrives in sickbay as nurses are rolling Venya onto a stretcher to move her to a biobed. She stops to take a shot of the Orion pheromone neutralizer, and she goes around inoculating the nurses as they’re shifting Venya from the stretcher to the biobed ::

:: turns to Kuari, nodding :: XO: On it. :: mentally plans on using this as a good training exercise for Ammora :: TAC2: Scan for the weakest lifesigns, then tag them for the Transporter crew to get to medbay. I'll be right here if you need help.

:: nods to the person on the main viewer :: +Skylark+ Yes, we can offer aid to all who need it.

:: mercifully still unconscious ::

:: nods, his hands moving across the console :: CTO: Aye. Scanning for lifesigns.

CTO: Stand down red alert and prepare to tractor that ship in to the shuttlebay.

+Atlantis+ :: gives thumbs-up with good hand :: Gellish. I'm ready for transport when you are.

CTO: Post security there and in sickbay.

CSO: Beam her to sickbay, Commander.

CO: Aye, Captain. :: locks on to her signal :: Initiating transport.

CTO: Two, three, six... all tagged, transporting as ordered.

:: triggers off red alert, and switches focus to tractoring the strange ship, before comming Everly to send security to escort the new arrival in the hanger and sickbay ::

ACTION> Ziredac appears in sickbay, along with several other wounded from Refuge.

:: gets shimmered ::

:: starts by giving her a drug to keep her that way, knocking her out twice over. She begins with a scan, finding the stab wound and grabbing a dermal regenerator to quickly start patching Venya up ::

:: looks up at red alert stops :: Barrett: Well that was uneventful eh? Barrett> For us, maybe. :: the ensign finally gets up and also resumes work ::

:: already hates that she's on a Starfleet vessel :: :: head-lightness intensifies ::

CTO: Oh, and Captain Grey. Despite the unsavory sort that can sometimes be found here, this is a humanitarian aid mission. We are not here to be the police, so do not start checking their identities.

:: head-lightness makes her swoon ::

Whoa.

TAC2: Excellent job, Ammora. :: turns to Harper :: CO: Yes ma'am. :: inwardly doesn't like it, but knows that she better listen... after all, Refuge is called Refuge for a reason. ::

:: takes a deep breath ::

:: waits in Sickbay as patiently as she can with the searing pain in her arm ::

ACTION> Among the wounded from Refuge is a towering muscular shirtless Orion man that has always been seen at Venya's side during our visits. He is in critical condition, with several deep lacerations, broken bones, and head trauma.

MED Nolan> :: having been innoculated, finds the closest unattended patient, a young male Orion with burn injuries, and begins scanning and treating vitals ::

:: is focused on Venya, who is in really bad shape. Doctors and nurses begin triaging the new arrivals, getting to the worst first ::

:: watches as the more severely-injured are beamed aboard and tended to; feels sorrow she couldn't have done more ::

:: spots Venya; guilt doubles ::

CSO: Begin contacting the other vessels here, offering our assistance.

CO: Aye, Captain. :: begins hailing the other vessels one by one ::

:: looks at long-range sensors ::

CTO: Scan the system for the Rixx, as well. We need to know if the Queen is here.

:: lightheadedness intensifies to the point that she seeks the nearest-by place to sit ::

:: wipes sweat from her brow and keeps working, finding every color of injury on her VIP patient ::

:: nods, triggering the scan for the Rixx ::

:: monitors Grey's scans on his console, not really knowing what he's looking at ::

:: continues re-scans for methane life forms ::

ACTION> The Rixx, last seen being towed to Refuge in horrible condition following a Xovul attack, is nowhere to be found.

:: is hit with a Light-like 'memory', only this one's a bit strange ::

:: this time she's sitting somewhere in Sickbay on the Atlantis, watching Medical scurry about tending to the wounded ::

:: sighs :: CO: No sign of the Rixx. :: turns to look up at Harper, expression dark ::

CTO: Maybe she got away. The Rixx can cloak, after all.

:: is hit with a Light-like 'memory', only this one's a bit strange:: :: this time she's sitting at an Engineering station on a Starfleet ship ::

:: hopes that's true, because she doesn't like how she sees this playing out if the Free Fleets have lost their leader ::

ACTION> Several ships accept our offers for help and have transports awaiting our acceptance.

:: gets Venya stabilized and manages to close all of her wounds and stop the bleeding. She sighs softly and takes a single beat to recover before going back in with the dermal regenerator to work on her extensive burns ::

:: hears the acceptance of other ships, just awaits orders ::

:: stands up :: Davis: Hey, Connor, I'm heading up to Sickbay real quick. I'll be right back.

Davis> Y'okay, Zo?

:: idly begins rattling off information she read in research journals about methane life forms :: :: ensign Barrett sighs in response. just can't get any silence with the lieutenant around ::

CO: Captain, several ships have accepted our offer of assistance. I have transports standing by on your orders.

:: doesn't answer, heads for the turbolift, gets in :: Deck 15.

:: raises a disbelieving eyebrow at Harper, turning away from her station slightly :: TAC2: Keep running the scan for the Rixx, trigger in for cloaking as well. CO: Pardon my language ma'am, but are you serious? The Rixx was in shitty condition last time we brought them back here, and even then, with the way the Xovul attack? I hate to say it, but the chances of it being one of the debris fields... is quite high. We'll keep scanning, but don't get your hopes up.

ACTION> Syrinx sends a hail, telling us to send some patients their way, as their sickbay is ready.

CO: Syrinx is also offering to accept patients.

:: nods affirmatively, following Grey's orders ::

MED Nolan> :: manages to stabilize the vitals of his patient and begins treating his burns with a dermal regenerator, but only takes enough time to seal him from infection as there are other patients in worse shape, the vanity passes can wait for later ::

:: comes out of the 'memory'; quietly, to self :: Well that one was fuckin boring.

:: hands the dermal regenerator off to a nurse, seeing to the next critically wounded patient ::

CSO: Good, we will need the help.

CSO: Begin preparations to convert a cargo bay to an infirmary.

:: steps out of turbolift, almost jogs to Sickbay ::

:: tries to ignore Grey's comment, but the sickness is still roiling in her belly ::

:: scans continuously, looking for anything resembling a cloaked ship ::

:: head still swimming, she winces as another wave of pain rolls over her burned arm ::

CO: Aye, Captain.

::Sits at his station, monitoring the situation, but continues quietly doing what he does.::

:: does ignore Grey's comment; has enough of her own fears about this situation that she doesn't need that ::

::jumps into the fray after rushing back to sickbay from tenforward; she's gotta eat sometime::

:: shakes her head, looking to one of the nurses :: Nurse: Prep this one for surgery.

ACTION> The muscular Orion man wakes up and roars, raising his torso off the biobed...

:: turns back to her station, triggering a more in-depth scan, focused particularly on the debris fields for any signs of the Rixx :: TAC2: Keep searching, widen the field if you have to.

:: gets to Sickbay, is hit with sadness and fear at seeing all the injured people inside—but realizes it definitely was what she saw in her 'memory' ::

:: starts at the Orion man roaring ::

+CMO+ Wright to Tailor. I have orders to convert the cargo bay on Deck 17 to an infirmary. I have Operations teams on their way down to handle the logistics, but we'll need medical staff.

:: hand goes to phaser pistol, realizes she took it off before she transported ::

:: widens the field to maximum :: CTO: I will keep trying.

ACTION> The muscular Orion man then collapses onto the biobed as his lifesigns fade away.

:: startles into action, hurrying to the Orion man with another marine, both innoculated, and immediately pressing the man back into the biobed ::

:: starts awake at the roar, but is still rather incoherent :: Oolot?

:: turns to the man who roared and waves the marines away, scanning him :: Nurse: Tetrazine, 30ccs.

:: sighs, continuing to watch the scans, and constantly editing the inputs... but she knows to not get her hopes up ::

MED: Sitrep? ... hangon. ::taps her badge, a bit distracted by the hunk in the biobed that just roared:: +CSO+ Ok, got it. We'll get a team down there.

:: doesn't know the Orion's lifesigns faded, but feels slight relief that he's not roaring and has laid back down ::

:: sighs, looks down to her right ::

:: gestures to the other marine to back off, watching the patients cautiously ::

Oolot> :: has no response to the tetrazine ::

:: alarm settles; she noticed the lifesign readings; guilt triples :: :: looks up to her left ::

:: shakes her head, huffing :: Nurse: Crash cart! :: the nurse nods, running to grab it ::

:: sees a woman around her age, arm badly burned, sitting on the floor with her back against a wall, waiting for a biobed to open up once the more critical patients are seen to ::

You must save Oolot... :: to anyone nearby ::

+TAC2+ Anything yet? Even the slightest counts for something. :: sends the comment to Ammora's console, not wanting to speak unless there was something to say ::

CO: Operations will have the cargo bay converted into an infirmary in 20 minutes.

:: sees an incredibly lovely Bajoran chick looking down at her, and for a moment she feels no pain in her arm ::

CSO: Efficient work, thank you. I am certain that it will help.

:: grabs the defibrillator and rubs the paddles together :: All: Clear. :: she checks that she’s clear, and delivers shocks ::

+CTO+ Ma'am, I have nothing. I'm sorry. I'm trying. I'm not getting anything.

Oolot> :: after the jolt, his lifesigns do not recover ::

Hi. :: manages a weak smile ::

CO: The patients who can't wait that long are being diverted to the Syrinx.

+TAC2+ It's okay; keep trying. I'll update the Captain. :: casts a emotional side-glance up to Harper and Wright with a sigh ::

::assembles a triage team and sends them down to the cargo bay::

:: takes her seat, looking somewhat pale ::

CO: Captain? :: her voice is dark, turning fully away from her console to take a step closer to the Captain's chair ::

Uhhh, hi. What are you doing, just sitting here? My god, your arm...

CTO: Yes, Captain?

:: tries a few more times, but eventually calls it. She sighs, setting the paddles back on the crash cart :: Nurse: Time of death...

:: keeps her expression fairly unreadable :: CO: I'm sorry to say this, but the scans aren't picking up anything... that could read as the Rixx. We'll keep trying, but... at this point.... I'm sorry.

::Lets out a deep sigh, the feeling of so my death nearby saddening him.::

Oolot? :: looking around in a daze ::

::takes one look at Ziridec's arm and flags her for the ICU burn unit::

Oolot> :: dies a warrior's death, comfortable with having done his duty ::

Bein tough as hell's what I'm doin. This? :: scrunches nose, shakes head :: Nothin. You, uh, got a headache or something, Button-Nose? Cuz I think you might've picked a bad time to pop in.

:: meets Grey's eyes :: CTO: I would not count Ashexana out just yet. Cease your scans, though; we have more important matters to attend to.

:: almost reaches up to touch her own nose to check its shape, but stops herself :: Um, no, I... I just... I had a minor concern and I... I better get out of here.

:: moves on to the next patient as nurses cart the body to the morgue ::

MED Nolan> :: finishes with his patient and is very much aware of the roaring Orion, but his superiors are on him quickly and he makes an assessment, aware of the cargo bay conversion by his peers, moves to join them. As he makes to leave Sickbay with the triage team, he sees a woman from Engineering looking over a burned woman, quickly assesses her condition with his eyes but sees no reason for her to be here, but discounts it as he has more immediate concerns ::

:: smirks :: You sure? Could use an emotional support babe at my bedside.

:: has 0% idea how to respond to that :: I better get out of the way. :: turns to leave ::

It's Hannah.

:: nods, turning back to her console :: CO: Understood. TAC2: Stop scanning, send security down to the makeshift infirmary. :: looks square at Ammora ::

:: stops :: Um, Zoë.

CSO: Scan... scan for Xovul lifesigns on Refuge.

See you round, Zoë.

:: works on stabilizing her next critical patient, no end in sight ::

:: meets Grey's gaze :: CTO: Scanning has ceased, ma'am. I will send a security detachment down per your orders.

:: nods :: CO: Initiating scans.

:: after having seen Venya's condition, she realizes that the Xovul must have boarded Refuge ::

:: looks from Harper to Wright, curious of the scan results ::

:: scans a second time ::

:: starts to rise from her bed, still wondering about Oolot ::

:: leaves Sickbay with the distinct feeling that this Hannah person is the person whose memory she just had ::

:: begins asking the ensign about himself once she runs out of methane life facts ::

MED Nolan> :: leaves Sickbay, making for the converted cargo bay ::

:: turns and shakes her head at Kate, rather relieved :: CO: None, Captain. I scanned twice, just to be sure.

:: lets out a breath she was not aware that she was holding :: CSO: Refuge's security forces fought well, then.

:: leans head back against the wall, fighting every impulse to be impatient for treatment, given the circumstances ::

:: spots Venya and nearly drops the chart she’s holding. She goes over to her and tries to coax her to sit back down :: Venya: It’s alright, you’re in the Atlantis’s sickbay.

:: nods solemnly ::

:: look at Acacia with unfocused eyes, uncharacteristically vulnerable :: MED: I heard Oolot's roar... is he alright?

CEO: Commander Ilaihr, begin detailed scans of Refuge with an eye for repairs, assuming they have the heavy equipment that I am certain will be necessary.

:: can hear Venya and Acacia talking, hangs her head with even more guilt ::

:: her eyes immediately betray what happened, her words following after a pause for thought :: Venya: ...no. I’m sorry. He didn’t make it.

:: slumps, catching herself on the biobed ::

:: jumps to try and catch her as well, but she has it ::

:: slides off the bed to the floor, coughing as sobs wrack her ::

:: gets back in turbolift, heads back down to Main Engineering ::

Barrett> Ma'am, I can't focus on the life forms if I'm talking about... literally anything else. Barrett: Ah, sorry. I know I tend to get talkative. I just like sharing information and learning about other people- Barrett> Ma'am. Barrett: Yes. Right.

::Nods.:: CO: Aye, Captain. ::Types away at his console, scanning the station.::

:: hopes Venya doesn't blame her, or herself ::

:: hopes that the heavy equipment wasn't destroyed, but that is out of her control ::

ACTION> Another Free Fleets ship arrives and begins taking on wounded.

MED Nolan> :: arrives at the cargo bay, a mess of personnel unloading transported cases, and immediately throws himself into the fray, making sure medical equipment is put where it is needed ::

:: pain in her arm is becoming more intense; winces, tries to hold it in ::

:: pulls Venya into a hug, then shifts to pull Venya’s arm around her shoulder to pull her up, getting her on her feet long enough to get her into one of the chairs by the wall to clear the biobed. She looks at the crying woman with pained sympathy ::

:: accepts the help from Acacia without knowing what is going on :: MED: He was... my stalwart defender for 15 years or so... :: still coughing between sobs ::

MED Nolan> :: before long, judges with his team enough biobeds are set up properly to start receiving patients :: CTO: Cargo Bay to Bridge. We're ready to start receiving patients.

::looks over, and Ziridec is somehow still where she was sat five minutes ago:: Nurse: Get this patient to the burn unit, now! ::huffs impatiently as she deals with another fifteen things at once::

:: nods :: MED> Acknowledged. CSO: Cargo Bay is ready to recieve.

:: squeezes Venya’s shoulder and rubs her back a bit before leaving her to see to the next patient. She rubs her arm and looks around the room, spotting Hannah standing by the wall. As Tailor speaks she waves for Hannah to follow her to the burn unit ::

:: settles into the chair, dark green blood flecking her hand and face from her coughs ::

:: pushes herself up, follows Acacia ::

:: stares at the screen in silence, tapping her foot against the floor as scans continue. Gosh, it is quiet in here. Is it normally this quiet? Oh, what's that beeping? Is it always beeping? Odd. Ooh the splashing from the filter of that observation tank is calming. Hmm. My nails are clicking very loudly on this PADD. I need to get them cut. Come on wee Schatzmond. I know you have lifeforms somewhere! Sooner we find you, the sooner I can move back to the botany lab. Ahh, plants! Lovely, I've been working on a cross of- oh what is that? ::

ACTION> The intake of patients is steady to all three ships providing medical assistance, eventually filling all available space in their sickbays, and the overflow begins.

:: gets the same notification from the Ops team at the same time, and begins beaming patients to the makeshift infirmary, weakest lifesigns first ::

MED Nolan> :: immediately moves to assess the first beamed patient and begins triage from there ::

:: scrolls through scan results, sending a copy to Barrett to also go through ::

:: starts trying to imagine how she will describe this to the Admiral, in hopes of getting the point across that something must be done ::

::Letting out a low grumble as he reads the telemetry, he slowly drops his hood, and retrieves his spectacles from his pocket; looking closer for a moment.:: Self: Hmmmm..... Extensive.

:: begins by giving Hannah a shot of the good pain meds, then goes to cut off her sleeve and carefully remove what’s around the burns ::

:: to anyone around, since she's still not particularly coherent :: Oolot killed... so many of them... defending me until the last of them was dead before he fell...

:: immediately feels the relief from the pain meds :: MED: Ooh, that's the good stuff.

:: watches Acacia cut off her sleeve :: MED: Not the undressing I'm used to, but I'll take what I can get.

:: looks her over and assesses, patting the burn unit bed :: Hannah: Lay down.

:: rolls her eyes, smirking ::

::Magnifies on particular areas of the scan data, swiping along on the console to look at another.:: Self: Not good, at all.

:: salutes with good hand, lies down ::

MED Nolan> :: fights to concentrate on the worst off of the casualties being transported and begins to focus on that patient's condition only to be interrupted by the next transport and a fresh moaning coming from the newly-occupied biobed nearby ::

MED: Rough day, huh.

MED Nolan> :: begins stabilizing his patient, muttering :: Self: If you can moan, you're better off than this guy...you can wait.

:: slumps in the chair once she can't sob anymore, losing consciousness ::

:: works quickly, not wanting to waste much time getting this patient out of here. She works on the burn bed, blue light in a checker pattern shining on Hannah and beginning to repair her arm :: Hannah: Yeah. Busy.

CTO: Keep a close eye on long-range sensors in case the Xovul intend to finish what they started.

:: nods, turning full focus to long-range sensors ::

:: watches the blue light do its thing :: Well, I appreciate you 'Fleet folk helping out. Don't think Refuge is in any shape to treat wounded.

MED Nolan> :: sees his patient responding to his treatment and moves on to assessing his other needs, but is interrupted by shouts from his peer about the freshest transport needing immediate attention and fights to decide if he should stay or go. Self: Fuck.

::Types out the list of repair requirements, in order of importance, with his left hand, as he continues to scroll through the telemetry with his right; before sending the file Kuari and Harper for their viewing later.::

XO: Kuari... you have the bridge.

:: finishes up rather quickly and opens the bed top, scanning Hannah’s fresh arm skin for abnormalities :: Hannah: No problem. You’re good to go.

:: raises her head in response, nodding dutifully to Harper ::

:: calmly walks into the ready room ::

:: tests out her left arm, everything works smoothly :: MED: Thanks. Hey, which way to the shuttlebay? Got my ship in there, hopefully.

:: sits behind her desk and starts a report for Blackthorne ::

:: carefully chooses her words to communicate the gravity of the situation ::

:: but stops halfway through, unable to continue, and hangs her head, catching it in her cupped hands ::

:: nods :: Hannah: Deck 18. :: she moves on to the next patient ::

:: sighs in worry, gleaning from her console what she can, triage situations stressful as every minute counts as to who they can save ::

:: still coordinating the transport of wounded as beds become available ::

:: finger-guns and tongue-clicks Acacia's way, heads out of the burn unit ::

:: stops upon spotting Venya, asleep in a chair ::

:: goes back to check on Venya and finds her out cold. She runs another scan to see how she’s doing ::

:: wipes at her eyes, having no time for this right now, and finishes the damn report, sending it ::

MED: Is there a place I can take her to lie down?

MED: She deserves peace and quiet, after what she's been through.

:: goes to pull Venya’s arm over her shoulder, expecting Hannah to take her other side :: Hannah: We’ll put her in surgical recover. It’s quiet in there, and there should be a bed.

MED Nolan> :: takes a chance and leaves his patient with a cortical monitor attached, his readings showing stability and improvement but knows that can take a downturn and rushes to a woman barely clinging to life ::

MED: Okay, good. Can you do me a favor, and let her know I'm onboard too, when she wakes up?

:: stands and composes herself before returning to the bridge ::

:: looks at Hannah quizzically, taking a moment to remember who she is :: Hannah: Right. Sure.

:: gives another finger-gun and tongue-click :: Thanks, Doc. :: exits Sickbay, blindly looking for a turbolift ::

:: sees Harper returning, looking over to Wright hopefully :: CSO: How many left waiting for transport that you can determine?

ACTION> A security officer escorts Ziredac.

:: gets help from a nurse and moves Venya to a bed in surgical recovery ::

:: her violet eyes open as she's helped to stand, but she's still quite groggy from the drugs and everything that's happened ::

XO: Only a few dozen, mostly with minor injuries.

:: takes in the status report in progress as she returns to her seat ::

:: nods with a small smile, happy at least for that good bit of news that they are at least caring for the worst ::

:: suddenly notices a security officer :: Oh, hi.

CSO: Well done, triage is an unpleasant business.

Sec> :: grunts :: This is the way.

:: nods in gratitude, her expression still troubled ::

:: is at least somewhat gratified that her crew is helping so effectively ::

SEC: There's that Starfleet moxie y'all're known for.

:: leaves Venya with the nurse, going back to see to the worst patient not yet being seen ::

Sec> :: grunts and leads the way to the TL ::

XO: I am going to sickbay. I need to see this for myself.

:: settles onto the bed, still half-awake ::

CO: Yes...I understand.

SEC: I'm Hannah. What do you go by, when you're at home?

CTO: With me, Captain Grey. :: enters the TL ::

:: continues reading results of the re-scan of Region E :: Are you seeing this? It looks like there's Acrylonitrile, which can form structures similar to cell membranes and vesicles. There also seems to be some ice under the surface here... Methane, hydrogen, ammonia, and water can form amino acids! This is brilliant!

:: nods, falling into pace with Harper ::

SEC> HZ: Landeskog.

:: directs the TL to sickbay, and they arrive shortly afterwards ::

SEC: Geshundheit.

MED: Nolan> :: swears again after losing the latest patient. They were too far gone. Breathing heavily, he steels himself to not stop and have a tantrum, moving to another patient, forced to put the last one behind him ::

:: trusts Ammora can handle things, and she hurries after Harper ::

SEC> :: snorts, never having heard that one before ::

SEC: Well, it's an absolutely effulgent experience meeting you, Landskag.

:: enters sickbay and takes in the scene ::

:: stabilizes her patient and hands him off to the nurses; moving on to the next one after just a moment to breathe ::

SEC> :: leads her to the shuttlebay containing the Skylark :: HZ: Don't worry, you won't be able to be rid of me quite that easily. I'm your escort while you're aboard.

:: remains close to Harper's heels, glancing around the infirmary ::

:: sees Acacia and approaches when she takes a moment to breathe :: MED: How is it, Emily?

SEC: No, that's terrific. I can't wait.

Barrett> Oh. OH. OH! Barrett: I KNOW! :: giggles in glee ::

:: pauses, looking Harper over for injuries reflexively but finding none :: CO: Oh, well, pretty busy. We’ve lost a few, you’ll get a count when the rush is over. A lot of critically wounded.

:: sees the Skylark, and its visibly banged up :: Skylark: Oh, honey babe, what did those Xovul assholes do to you?

:: returns a somber nod ::

MED: And Lady Kashar?

SEC: Hey Landskag, you guys got a good Engineer who can give me a hand with patching the ol girl up? I think it's above my paygrade.

Self: Schatzmond, you've done brilliantly. Good job, you. :: pats the display of the moon with pride ::

SEC> :: snorts :: HZ: I'll make a call. And since you can't say my name, call me Erik.

:: points :: CO: Surgical recovery, half-sleeping. She didn’t have surgery, though only just. She was in rough shape, she’s still beaten up but she’s stable.

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