Old Enemies Never Die
Location: Derotha II
Timeline: MD -03 - 2200 Hours
Lieutenant Tomm had managed to set up emergency lights around the room that had been converted into a makeshift triage center in what used to be a science lab aboard the remains of the USS Flying Spirit. The ship had been pulled down to a planet's surface by something he didn't know what. One wall of the room, on the side of the exterior hull, was destroyed. Luckily, they had landed on a planet with a nitrogen-rich atmosphere, if a little on the humid side. The lights cast shadows of the crew out against the treeline in the distance. He moved over to a table where some supplies had been stockpiled. "It looks like the bridge was completely destroyed. Main power is offline. I doubt I'll be able to get it restored anytime soon."
Cordy's breathing was coming in excruciatingly painful gasps. There was something foreign in her body but she couldn't quite look down to see what it was. A warmth was spreading over her abdomen, never a good sign. "Help," she said in what she hoped was a carrying whisper, it was all the breath she had.
Thomas heard Tomm's comment about their situation, but he didn't have time act to it as he was rushing to Cordy's side. "Easy there, come lie down." He helped the woman lie down. "I know it won't be easy, but try to lie still." He started looking around. "Anyone seen a med kit?"
“It is unlikely that we will be able to restore main power,” Lieutenant T’Lyra said as she helped a badly burned engineer to the makeshift medical bay. She had quickly gone to engineering when the event began, and had ridden it out trying to keep vital systems online. “There are some conduits that are still intact, and we were able to get a weak force field erected around the warp core, and what few areas are still habitable. However, the warp core, as well as the ship’s structure, are highly unstable at this time.”
After setting her wounded fellow engineer down, the petite Vulcan woman, clad only in the black bodysuit that had been underneath her robes, sporting her own jagged cut, as well as a few electrical burns, down the right side of her face, turned and began heading back towards the bent and twisted remnants of the ship. “We were able to launch a distress beacon right before we were dragged into the planet's gravity well. If my calculations are correct, it should be well within the Orion’s range to intercept.”
T’Lyra paused briefly, turning to face those present. “Also, I noticed some anomalous readings from the surface before the crash. It is highly probable that we are not alone on this planet. It would be wise to prepare for... curious visitors. Hostile, or otherwise.”
Maddie wasn't sure how long she was out for after the ship crashed, but she knew she had been hurt. The trickle of blood down the side of her face and the throbbing of her head made that abundantly clear. Every part of her ached and she felt like she'd been tossed around like a rag doll. Given the fact that the ship was now half embedded in a planet, that seemed entirely possible. Still, she was able to move under her own steam, even if it was slowly, and there were others with much worse injuries that needed her attention first.
"This is a science lab..." she mused, even the soft tone of her own voice making her headache. "Science labs are usually equipped with decent emergency kits..." She started pacing the room, pushing on panels, looking for the one that would pop open. "Has anyone seen a tricorder? Any tricorder will do, I can reconfigure it in a pinch."
Cordy was having trouble staying awake and following the conversation. She was also getting cold but she knew that the others were doing everything they could given the circumstances.
Tomm handed her the tricorder he had obtained from a random floor. "Don't lose it... It's the only one I've found yet." He then walked over to the hull breach and looked out at the dense forest. Just then, he thought he saw a very tiny flight moving through the darkness. He blinked a few times and tried to focus. It disappeared and then reappeared a few moments later, possibly as it moved through the underbrush.
"Huh, that's odd," he said just before the light became more visible, attached to the chest armor of what was the unmistakeable form of a Borg drone. He reached out and pulled at T'Lyra's arm. "You're not wrong about that..."
Chief Operations Officer, USS Orion
Lieutenant Madeleine De Saint Castine, M.D.
Chief Medical Officer, USS Orion
Lieutenant Thomas Wolf, M.D.
Assistant Chief Medical Officer, USS Orion