Posted by Gamemaster Janus (GM) in Main Sim: Science Labs (After the crash timeline)

Posted by Lieutenant Veyn Cewa (Science Officer) in Main Sim: Science Labs (After the crash timeline)

Posted by Gamemaster Janus (GM) in Main Sim: Science Labs (After the crash timeline)
Science Ensign Amon Maher awoke and said, “Owww…”

A sharp pain registered in his right wrist and left leg. The rest of his body just ached with bruising pain. “Lieutenant Veyn Cewa! Are you alright?”

GM

Veyn pulled himself to his feet using the edge of the science station he had been sitting at when the ship had been unexpectedly yanked into warp. The giant bruise encircling his right eye from where the microscope had been slammed into his face had left Veyn with monocular vision, which made taking stock of his surroundings in the pitch black even more impossible.

“I…” Veyn winced, his had raising to his temple instinctively. He felt a wet warmth on his fingers. Two different streams of blood trickled down his face, one from his forehead and another from a gash under his eye. “I likely have a concussion,” Veyn said with resignation, picking up and then collapsing into the chair he had been thrown out of by the landing. “But considering the circumstances, I suppose I am relatively alright,” he said with as much good humor as he could muster.

Lieutenant Cewa turned his head to orient toward the source of Maher’s voice, which immediately gave him an intense bout of vertigo. “Are you injured, Ensign?”

(Lt. Cewa, Science)

“Yes, sir, I apparently am. My right wrist and left leg are hurting. Probably a sprain… I hope… and I ache all over. It feels like something heavy fell on me. Our commbadges don’t appear to be working, sir,” said Ensign Maher. Maher limped toward Lt. Cewa. He ripped off his sleeve from his uniform, from his right side and tore it into two. He folded it, keeping the former inside of the sleeve on the outside, and making it long strip of cloth that could be used as temporary bandage. “It might not be the cleanest, but we need to bandage your wound until we can get help. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can tie it around you, my right wrist hurts too much. What do you suggest our next plan of action, Lieutenant, once you bandage yourself up?”

GM

Veyn felt a pang of gratitude at the gesture. This was his first major injury as a Starfleet officer; the Nova-class ships he had been assigned to in the past were much less treacherous. Veyn was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but his even demeanor kept him from panicking. Ensign Maher’s confidence and initiative made him feel a bit better about the situation, but he knew that he was technically the ranking officer in this situation.

Wincing against the pain, Lieutenant Cewa tied the strip of cloth around his forehead as a makeshift bandage. “Thank you,” he said to Maher sincerely. “I’ve been meaning to train with medical for emergencies such as this… we might want to wait until we find a doctor before we evaluate your wrist or attempt to fashion a sling.”

Cewa stood unsteadily, bracing against the console as he found his balance. Then he used his mind’s eye to construct the room around him, which he had become very familiar with. Veyn took slow and deliberate steps towards the door, we he tested to see if it would open once he reached it with his outstretched hand. “The plan, Mister Maher, is to find our crewmates.”

(Lt. Cewa, Science)