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No sooner had the medical staff finished up their preparations when the Ark Angel was jostled by some kind of force from outside the ship. A second later the red alert sirens called out with the Fleet Captain’s comm call of =/\= Red Alert! All hands to battle stations! =/\= she had said, not but a moment later the sounds of the Ark Angel’s returning fire to whatever was attacking them presumably the Serpents was happening.

Trax was waiting in the waiting area of the Medical Bay as the alerts start. “Look alive people be ready for anything.” Trax’s sad calmly to all as he moved to his biobed 1 to await the arrival of patients and placed his medical kit nearby just in case he had to run on a call.

Do’trahk walked out of his office and looked at his staff, a look of contentment on his face, hand resting on his dagger, as he listened to the sound of battle and felt the ship move at the impacts. He breathed in deeply, as if trying to smell the battle, which of course was pointless, but the gesture was time honored and ancient. “Double check our equipment is activated and I want extra hypo’s available at all stations” he said to the nurses, who turned and moved to carry out the orders. He moved to Suder and nodded to the doctor, “Doctor Suder, are you prepared to lead the medical emergency teams should we be called to bring the wounded to sickbay?”

“Yes, Doctor I am ready as I can be sir!” Still feeling odd about seeing a Klingon doctor. He thought they were rare. He tried to listen or feel if the battle had started but he had not seen anything yet or felt anyone in pain yet. “Do you wish me here to take command of one of the other triage sites on ship.? Sir?”

The feeling of the ship in combat that Trax felt was muted, there were minor shudders here and there, followed by the whine or soft thud of return fire by the Ark Angel. Not long after the feeling of evasive maneuvers, and more weapons fire by both sides. A quite striking blow sent the ship shuddering and jostling their footing some, but otherwise so far seemed ok, until…

=/\= NE Val in Sickbay 3, to Sickbay 1, we’re rerouting NE Bar’cal from engineering maintenance 3 to you guys for emergency surgery, they had a hull breach there and while he didn’t get sucked into the vacuum he got some bad plasma burns.. =/\= The medical NE said.

No sooner that the woman spoke when in came two engineering NE’s, one was the Romulan Bar’cal who had plasma burns down much of his left side of the body, and burned clothes half charred. The fact the man was walking was a testiment to his stamina, specks of green blood though seeped deeply from many deep cuts. The other engineer NE Baker laid the man down carefully on a nearby biobed. “..I need to get back to engineering, he’s in your hands now!” he said rushing out then without another word as the soft thumping of more impacts from combat were felt in the deck plating.

Biobed readings showed Bar’cal had lost quite a bit of blood, plasma burns were heavy on almost 3/4th of his left side of his body, and he had deep lacerations and other cuts along that quarter, the worst being along his left shoulder, face, and arm. His left eye alone it was clear was boiled away and would need to be replaced once he was stable by an artificial device. For now though stabilizing him and preventing him going into shock and stemming the loss of blood and getting a transfusion going would be the first top priorities.

GM CockRoach