Moving Down

Posted on Wed Nov 21st, 2012 @ 7:16pm by Ensign Maria Delgado & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Commander Alexandra Vance & Lieutenant Eamon Lynx & Petty Officer 1st Class Samuel "Doc" Renfroe EMT-P

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Mission: The Enemy Within: Lying in Wait
Location: The Caves of Tiberius IV

ON

The caves had been searched thoroughly. Three score crew were now sedated and stretched across the cavern floor. They'd run out of blankets long ago and simply brushed off the rock and lay the crew of the Columbia on the bare ground. Until the storm passed and they could transport them to the Calypso, it was the best they could do.

Six armed guards were on duty at any given time to make sure none of the survivors woke unexpectedly. Two medics monitored them to be sure they were uninjured and unaffected by the sedation.

Miral, as the self-declared leader of the team took upon herself the task of identifying the people. She used her tricorder and her PADD to identify all but ten. Those ten were civilian in dress and could have been on the Columbia, or Typhon. For now, she was satisfied that she'd at least scanned them all.

Captain Clair and the senior staff were nowhere to be seen.

Miral turned to Eamon. "Are you sure you searched everywhere?"

"Of course I did, I'm a very thorough investigator miss." Eamon said with narrowed eyes.

"Good." Satisfied, Miral turned back to organizing a move to a cavern closer to the shuttles. The moment the storm ended, she was going to transport the lot into a secure room on the starship and set up a reinforced forcefield.

Renfroe had been out taking medical readings of the recovered crew and walked to the group's self proclaimed leader and said, “Ma’am we have an issue. If this storm doesn't break soon we are going to lose a fair amount of these people. The other medic and I are doing our best but we are running out of medications we can keep stable for about another hour maybe an hour and a half, but after that we're going to have to start cutting most of them off. We goanna have to make some hard choices about who lives and who dies. We going to have to focus on ones with best chance of survival and even then if we can’t get to a fully functional sickbay soon it goanna be crap shoot if they make it."

Miral considered his words for a moment. "Most of them just need to stay asleep until we can get them to a ship and remove the Borg nanites. Those you can simply hit over the head if you have to. Or punch them in the jaw. I don't really care as long as they don't wake up and try to assimilate us. The rest, well, I am told you have a shuttle nearby. If you want to risk going through the storm to replicate medicine from your shuttle, be my guest. If not, do what you can." She eyed him coolly. "I strongly recommend you save the diplomats. Otherwise you risk war. Otherwise, use your best judgment."

“I’ll do what I can but let me make this perfectly clear, rank, position and politic play no role in at all when and if we have to start making judgment calls as I said it is whoever has the better odds of surviving, no life is more valuable than another, now if you’ll excuse me I have need to think on the pros and cons trying to replicate the meds from the shuttle.” Renfroe replied somewhat enraged.

Miral stepped closer, standing straight and proud, her gaze cold. "Corpsman, while you may be right on one level, on another if you go back to Starfleet and tell them that you let the Diplomatic Liaison sent to broker peace on Tiberius V die because he was a little more injured than the bartender next to him, I can guarantee you that you won't be worrying about your position for long. You'll likely be stripped of any rank you currently possess and end up in the brig. By the same token, if you were to tell the Romulan Empire that you allowed their ambassador to die because you were only going to save the least injured, your life would be required in payment. Remember that when you decide that rank and position don't matter."

“I would resign from Starfleet the second after they started saying anything that remotely sounded like rank and position matter in triage and medicine. Now as for the Romulans if they want to take my life they are welcome to try, and just so you know the injury is only of small factor in the many that we take into account when god forbid we have to make those types of decisions and I assure no one and mean no one fells the affects of those decisions more than the medic or Corpsman that has to make we would love to be able to save everyone every time unfriendly it doesn’t always work out that way.” Renfroe replied

Miral almost laughed. "You believe your ideals. Just don't look too closely at your beloved Federation or you just might find yourself resigning."

She turned and walked over to a stack of supplies brought from the caves where they found the nanite-infested survivors and began to look for anything that might give them a clue as to what happened.

“I am aware of what the federation has become, but people like me will eventually return it to what it was meant to be.” Renfroe replied before returning to his patients.

Miral ignored Renfroe and turned to Kara. "I need 12 guards and 4 medics. Take the rest and report to the other team. See if they need your help."

Kara nodded. "Yes, ma'am." She selected her team and turned to Eamon. "Do you want to stay here or come with me?"

"Coming," Eamon said.

"I'll come with you," Maria said. "Ronnie might need a hand."

Federation Personnel, Lower you weapons and prepare for assimilation." came a robotic voice from one of the entrances to the area where the group had been. Suddenly the light of several red lasers began to fill the room dancing across the ceiling and walls of the cave.

Fortunately, as most of the Federation personnel had gone to help the other team and the remainder had evacuated to a cave closer to the shuttles for easier evacuation, when the Borg arrived, there was no one there. This time.

OFF

Miral Tal'Aura Annhwi
Romulan Ambassador
Starbase Typhon

Lieutenant Eamon Lynx
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Calypso

Borg
NPCd by Vance

Petty Officer 1st Class Samuel "Doc" Renfroe
Medic
USS Calypso

 

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