Glancing at the display on the lower level of Cargo Bay 3, Ka’sora noted that her her smaller crate was on the upper level. Moving around sections of crates to the ladder, she scaled the rungs easily, though, as usual, it would have been even easier in her own gravity.

Her body felt tired today, and she made a mental note to go to Sickbay to have her levels checked. The wear and tear of the higher gravity on her soft tissues was a known issue, and if she was starting to feel weak, it meant it could spread into other areas, like her bones. Best to keep ahead of any issues.

Reaching the top, she stepped onto the mezzanine level, hunting for her crates amongst the stacked sea of crates. She wasn’t alone. There was a pair of engineers present, one up on the mezzanine and the other on the main deck, and she was adamant about staying out of their way. But their conversation was rather intriguing. She tried not to be nosy, but it was so very hard as they casually discussed their attempts at relationships. What was a social scientist to do but mentally take notes? Besides, she had greeted them upon entry, so they knew she was there. If they hadn’t wanted to be overheard, they would have changed the topic.

Finding her smaller crate, she keyed in the code and the locks made a satisfying click. The contents were not personal effects, per say, but she could understand how someone might think so. Inside were various Zaharan cultural items, many used in rituals or gatherings. Things that might be useful to have on hand for a demonstration, or if she wanted to host an event here. Items that made perfect sense when you remembered she was a sociologist and also a defacto ambassador for her people.

Pulling some small items out, Ka’Sora slipped them into a cloth bag that hung from her shoulder. They didn’t weigh much, so they wouldn’t be a problem to get back to her quarters. She resealed the crate and went to move back towards the ladder to find the second crate where she had stashed a box she needed.

The engineer up on the mezzanine with her was carrying a couple of cases in his arms that seemed heavy. He was taller than she, and his cases were sitting about the height of her head. He was moving towards her and shifted his head to and fro to make sure he was moving forward safely. The mezzanine was wide enough for crates on other side of what amounted to an ‘aisle’, and it narrowed by the ladder (the door to Deck 9 was on the opposite) into a safe access to climb up or down as needed.

She caught his eye as he peeked around his load, and they both instinctually side stepped each other. Unfortuantely, they did so at the same time and int eh same direction. They saw this and corrected in the opposite direction, only to both do so again and step into each other’s path.

Ka’sora laughed. “You just want me to hang around, now don’t you?” she teased.

He chuckled.” Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, really. I’m just heading down to the lower level,” she said. He turned his body to allow her to access the ladder.

All told, it was a series of unfortunate events. First, as he turned, he didn’t realize his elbows were sticking out in order to hold the cases steady, so as Ka’sora tried to slip by, she had to shift to the side a bit. Second, he turned to continue forward. His elbow knocked her arm. Ka’sora was mid-step and as his arm hit her, she spun backwards. Ka’sora tried to correct her balance (which she was naturally good at), but as she often found in this heavier gravity, her reaction time was slower.

It all happened so fast! She was falling and turning, but she saw the ladder and shot her right arm out to grab a rung. Her hand made contact adn she gripped tight. But she was falling. Pain erupted from her right shoulder and her vision blurred as she cried out. Everything went fuzzy for a moment.

The next thing she knew was volleys of pain all over her body. She had stopped moving and it was hard to breathe. Her vision was swiming and she couldn’t focus on anything.

A voice sounded close to her head. “Don’t move, help is on the way!”

That was okay, Ka’Sora wasn’t intending to do anything of the sort.

Lt. (j.g) Katrice Alemna tapped her commbadge. =/\=Lieutenant Alemna to Sickbay. Medical emergency in Cargo Bay 3, Deck Ten level.=/\=

Meanwhile Brad had set down his cases and scaled down the ladder as fast as he dared. He rushed over to the Zaharan noting the awkward angle at which she lay on the deck. She was chest down, her right arm spayed out in such a way that he guessed it was at least dislocated. “I’ll grab a med kit,” he said, hoping medical got there fast enough that they didn’t have to do too much. He pulled out a tricorder and ran it over her. Yeah, this wasn’t good, but he also could only read the basics. At least she was still breathing. For now.

~Ensign Ka’Sora