Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Sickbay…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Cloaked Intelligence Shuttle…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Cloaked Intelligence Shuttle…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Snip of all snips

Zala dropped to the floor like a sack unable to break her fall. The initial injury had severed her spine causing her legs to go numb and the subsequent one deflating a lobe of her lung. Mentally she spat out a thousand curses of how she was going to kill him the second her body began to repair itself. The nanites in her body immediately moved to the various organs that were failing only the scope and breadth of her injuries were far more than just a normal dose of nanites could fix. Lying on the deck, she waited for her suit to activate, flooding her body with three more doses of nanites and the battle drug. She waited for the suit to place her in stasis until her broken body could be repaired but none of that happened. With the blood hemorrhaging from her injuries, the nanites could not stop it without extra medical help. Zala Tsu could do nothing but watch him walk away until her world faded to black.

Zala Tsu

Peter eyed the woman curiously, the attack had been a risk as he wasn’t sure how their combat assistance suit worked, how it was activated or disabled. I doubt she was too panicked to activate it, perhaps something near the neck or a verbal command. I’ll have to check the corpse on the Atlantis to confirm the theory, interesting that it didn’t activate to help save her life as she’d threatened. Far as I could tell it should activate to help heal them, perhaps the injuries sustained were serious enough, perhaps the location matters. Lucky finished his thought and grabbed the lockbreaker from the console, it had finished its work a long time ago, brute forcing the self-destruct and navigation controls. =^=Computer, beam over the 3 unconscious humans to Location Kilo-4=^= He watched impassively as the three bodies vanished, his only asset onboard the Atlantis was waiting there to tie the three of them up, he hadn’t yet gathered a team of Operatives.

=^=Computer set safe distance away from USS Atlantis then activate self destruct=^= He no longer needed an activation code, this trick could only work for such a small ship under these circumstances. Again it was luck not skill that decided the day, or well decided that he could do all this without being noticed by the main Atlantis crew. =^=One to beam over to location Alpha-2 =^= He commanded =^=Forewarned, forearmed - Energize=^= The code phrase activated the command he’d given allowing him to leave without a worry.

Moments later he found himself not far from his office on the Atlantis, one of the preprepared places where he could transport to without being traced. As soon as he took the first step his legs lost strength and he crumbled to the ground and he started to heave, emptying everything he’d ever eaten on the carpeted floor. He retched for a few minutes, coughing until he felt some strength returning. He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket to wipe his mouth, when he pulled the dirty cloth away he saw a drip of blood, he felt at his nose, it was bleeding. Odd that, the woman had been powerful, almost breaking through multiple times through his mental defenses, ten more minutes and his defenses would have killed him. He shrugged himself and moved on, time to visit sickbay again.

CIO

A few minutes later Peter arrived in sickbay, he’d been there hours before, but he wasn’t sure how long. Things had been chaotic as far as he knew and it was probably stock full of injured and near-death marines. He entered, doing his best not to keel over, he didn’t have any serious injuries, a few cuts and bruises but with a bloody nose he’d at least need a dermal nose job. He took a position within the central room, making sure to be noticeable but not in the way of the staff.

CIO