Bridge Woes

Posted on 02 Sep 2024 @ 6:12pm by Captain Bane Plase

907 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Stranded
Location: Main Bridge

ON:

Captain Bane finished triaging the Chief and gave her a sedative, not to put her to sleep, that would be deadly at this juncture, what with the shock she was very likely experiencing, but to calm her down and make her relaxed. More to forget that she was in pain and in a dangerous, and very unexpected, environment.

Finished with that task, he stood up, grabbed his medkit and looked around the Bridge. Commander Stovek was still leaning laboriously against what was left of his console, though to his great credit, he was at least trying to work. The tenacity and the stamina of Vulcans never ceased to amaze Bane. He thought fondly of his friend, his once Executive Officer, Vice Admiral Savok, and wondered for a moment if he would ever see the man again. If he did, well, it would be a great moment. Satisfied that Stovek was find and well, Bane started to make his way over to Lieutenant Commander Bast.

Plase could not remember a time he was so close to everything going wrong so badly, except when he lost the Pegasus when he was a Lieutenant Commander, and covering for Captain Montgomery, when he was on leave. Captain Bane swore to himself in the moment it took for him to traverse the distance between the Chief and the Executive Officer that he would do everything he could to save this ship, to not let her fall victim the same fate of the Pegasus. If it did, he would go with her, no questions asked.

Kneeling in front of Bast, Bane again took another reading on the Medical Tricorder. The readings were grim, but not hopeless. Trill's must have had some super-healing abilities. Where there was a significant amount of internal bleeding for the host Temerant and for the symbiont Bast, the bleeding had slowed significantly for the symbiont. That was good....for the symbiont. However, that meant Temerant was in a graver situation than before. Not only was the bleeding just as bad, but the Bast symbiont was now being parasitic rather than symbiotic. The Bast symbiont was trying to live. Knowing what Bane knew of the Trill society, this was accepted practice. However, none of them were on Trill right now, and it was Bane's duty to protect the lives of every single crew member on the vessel, Temerand and Bast alike. Bane tapped a few commands on the tricorder to get what medication and how much to give to Temerant that would be beneficial to the host, and cause as little stress to the symbiont. Getting that information, Bane got to work.

Plase opened up the medkit again, pulled out a second hypospray (the first being used and empty on the Chief just a moment ago), and loaded the hypospray. Bane checked one more time to ensure he got the correct medication and the correct dosage before pressing it to the neck of his First Officer. Just as he pressed it, the ship lurched again. Groaning sounds from the superstructure were heard clearly on the bridge as Bane, Stovek, the Chief and Bast were tossed about on the bridge again. As before, sparks flew and another console in the aft of the bridge exploded, showering the bridge with hot plastics, flaming durasteel and shards of tritanium and monotanium.

Picking himself up off the deck again, Bane looked around. Stovek was recovering as well. It appeared the Chief had either been killed, or knocked unconscious. Bast was close to where he was before the secondary explosion, looking no worse than he had before. Forgetting about asking for a report, Bane made his way to one of the very few functioning consoles and looked for himself. It appeared nothing was amiss, but Bane knew Starfleet vessels did not have a habit of being explodey without a reason, nor did they groan in protest regularly. Something had happened, but from the Bridge, Bane could not tell what. As soon as help arrived for Bast, Stovek and the Chief, Bane would have to evacuate his bridge and set up a new command post in Main Engineering.

That is, if Main Engineering were still functioning. It occured to Bane that the ship could be lost, and they were just on borrowed time as the ship slowly died.

Plase moved back over to Bast, the hypospray still in his hand. It was broken, and the medication inside had only been partially given. Bane hoped it would be enough.

How long had it been since he had sent for help? Surely someone would be here any moment. Plase took off his tunic and tore it along the seam, using it as a bandage to stop the bleeding that Bast was doing. He tore another, smaller piece from it to wipe away the blood coming from Bast's ears, nose and mouth, and still another section to use as a pillow for him. The Captain then made his way to the Bridge restroom. He had to force open the doors, but was relieved to have the water run, at least for a moment, before it trickled to nothing. He was able to wet the remaining bit of his uniform top, and used it to cool the Trill's forehead, then did the only thing he could until help arrived. He held the First Officer, and prayed.


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Bane Plase, Captain
USS Cygnus, Commanding

 

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