Posted by Demara Aryal (Lounge Host) in Deck 6- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet Zachariah Conway (Doctor) in Deck 6- Main Sim

Posted by Demara Aryal (Lounge Host) in Deck 6- Main Sim
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The ship shook and the ship went to red alert. The lights stayed on, and though parts of Deck 6 was not too far from the issues on Deck 5, so far it seemed okay.

~Mischief Maker

She ran a hand over her mussed blue hair as it fell over her shoulders and hurried out into the corridor. Typically, civilians were supposed to go to quarters in an emergency so they weren’t in the way, but Demara was, one, not your typical civilian, and two, already dealing with an issue.

The fairly tall Human-appearing woman moved gracefully down the corridor, her long shimmery-pewter dress stretching with her body as she pciked up speed. Past some of the crew quarters, Aryal spotted a cadet in the hall. Blue uniform. “Hey, cadet! Are you medical?” she called out.

~Demara, Lounge Host

Manic. There was no real way to describe what else he was witnessing.

Zachariah had been in his quarters when the ship had shook rather violently. The young cadet had relaxing between shifts, having spent much of the earlier part of the day in Sick Bay. He’d been lounging on his bunk, reading and just letting the galaxy pass him by when the shaking of the ship had startled him and brought his attention out of what he was reading and back into the real world.

Almost instantly, the young male began to wonder what had caused the ship to shake in the manor it had. He wondered at first if it was normal and just something he would get used to when being onboard a spaceship. He then began to wonder if something had gone wrong, potentially in engineering or one of the other departments and he wondered if it was maybe something science related.

The ship going into red alert soon after confirmed Zachariah’s theory that something had gone wrong. Within seconds, he was off his bunk with his feet firmly planted on the metallic floor of his shared cabin. Red alert meant something bad, and Zachariah knew something bad meant that all hands would be needed. He wasn’t due in Sick Bay, however he figured he would go and be useful anyway. He was certain someone would put him to work and even if they didn’t, maybe someone would fill him in on what had happened.

He pulled his blue uniform top over his undershirt and quickly adjusted it to Star Fleet standards before he made sure he had everything with him he would need. Equipment was limited, most of his medical equipment was kept on Sick Bay itself. He hoped that he didn’t come across anything before he reached Sick Bay, or anything he did come across he hoped didn’t require any specialised equipment to deal with because he didn’t have any of it on him.

Leaving his cabin, he swung a left towards the turbolift to make his way up to deck four. Whilst main Sick Bay may have been based on deck six, all of Zachariah’s equipment was in the smaller Sick Bay on deck four where he had been working earlier in the day. Before he had even had time to walk however, he heard someone shout. It took him a few seconds to process that it was him being shouted to and he spun in the direction of the voice. It took him a few more seconds to process that she had asked if he was a medical based cadet, but when he did he was quick to answer.

“I am, yes. If it’s not urgent, I really need to get to Sick Bay” he spoke blunty. He didn’t have time to help if it wasn’t an emergency, not until he knew the full scope of the situation.

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“It is,” she said firmly. “Come with me,” Demara said with all the confidence and expectation of someone who expected the order to be followed. She moved back towards the cargo bays, but rather than Cargo Bay 1 where their special cargo was, she was headed towards Bay 2.

~Demara, Lounge Host

He wondered if the female was a high ranking officer off duty whom he’d never had the pleasure of crossing. Either that, or she was demanding.

She didn’t dress in Star Fleet attire, so in the young cadet’s head that ruled out the high ranking officer theory. Either way, she spoke with confidence and it came across to Zachariah like she was used to telling people what to do. Whichever it was, she’d made it clear that there was an emergency and he wasn’t going to argue with her if there was a chance that someone was genuinely in need of help. If it turned out she was lying, that was a different story however.

As he followed her, he spoke. “Care to brief me on what I am walking into, ma’am?” he asked, matching her tone and expecting an answer himself. He didn’t like going into situations blind, he much preferred having some understanding of what he was dealing with. Even if he didn’t have the full picture, some information was better than no information.

“Nope, not here.”

He noted where they were walking. From his exploration of the ship when he had first come onboard, he established it was somewhere towards the cargo bays. He tried to make a quick mental map of the ship in his head and establish the proximity of the cargo bays to main Sick Bay just in case he needed any form of equipment but his mind was drawing a blank. Definitely more ship exploration needed, of that he was certain.

“I assume someone is injured, but any information you can provide would be wonderful” he finished.

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Demara seemed to ignore him and simply stepped into the cargo bay. One step, two, three. She stopped and waited for the sound of the door behind him to close before her body sagged and she let out a pained exhale.

Her movements slowed and she wrapped an arm around her torso as she moved over to a cargo container that was ow enough for her to sit on. With a shaky breath, she turned and sat, bracing herself on one arm. Closing her eyes, she breathed in and out through partially pursed lips. “I can’t go to Sickbay. I need medial attention but I need to ask for your discretion. It’s vital that this is in’t in any record.”

~Demara, Lounge Host

Well, now his brain was working overtime.

She was being secretive, for reasons that he could not yet establish. He’d found it rude at first when he’d refused to share any information with him but now he realised she wasn’t being entirely rude and was instead just being secretive. He had a thousand questions that he wanted to ask, regarding why she was being so secretive and why she couldn’t go to Sick Bay but he decided that this wasn’t the time for it.

However her final request had thrown him a dilemma. “It’s vital that this is in’t in any record” she had said. Whilst he respected her privacy, despite having a thousand questions, it was also Star Fleet policy to document all medical treatments conducted on a Star Fleet vessel. Could he really afford to ignore policy and procedure so young into his career?

That was a question for later. Something he could discuss with Lieutenant Yancey if it came to it.

“Okay…” he paused for a second. “Talk me through the events of what occurred prior to the injury.” he spoke softly. He had limited equipment on his person, so he resorted to conducting his initial checks the old school method. He had already established through talking to the female that she was breathing, responsive and consicious so now it was up to him to estabish what injuries he was dealing with.

He moved quickly but methodically, taking a pulse rate from the girl by placing two fingers on her radial artery in her left wrist. Once his pulse check was completed, he cast his eyes towards the girl’s mouth and chest and slowly watched her chest rise and fall, counting both her breathing rate and the time until he was satisfied that he had a roughly accurate assessment of her breathing rate.

Without equipment, he knew it would be difficult to assess any internal injuries which she might be suffering. Without equipment, he knew he would have to resort to the old school methods.

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