Posted by Narwhal the nefarious (GMT) in [AE] - Nursery
The ships proximity alarm sounded as a huge wave of an unknown energy surged towards the Atlantis.

Babies cried out in confusion as the wave approached, and caregivers hurried to soothe them, toddlers poked and prodded asking question about things they didn’t even understand. As the wave slammed into the ship, the nursery shook with the force of the impact. Mobiles swayed precariously above cribs, and toys scattered across the floor. Caregivers clung to the cribs, doing their best to shield the infants from harm amidst the chaos.

Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

Cara had been in the main arboretum with Hall and Oats (the red and black paired targs that Lord Noggra had gifted Gravel and her with when they married) giving them some much needed exercise. It was also imperative that they get used to seeing people around the ship and interacting with them. She decided to do a walk of the family quarters because those areas were a bit more chaotic in their activities than the rest of the ship. Royo was somewhere about, her ever faithful shadow.

That had been touch and go for a bit. The first time Royo had joined her when she had the targs with her, they thought Royo was stalking her or something. She’d had to go all the way down to the security office with them. Cara managed to stop them from hurting Royo, but she didn’t know all the commands yet, and she didn’t want to give them the wrong one.

They were walking along deck 15 when the ship suddenly pitched and shook. Cara was thrown off her feet into a bulkhead and then flung across the corridor. She landed on something hard, and judging by the squeal it was Hall or Oats. She rolled again as the ship continued to be shaken like a rag doll. When it stopped she opened her eyes to pitch blackness. There were some sparks, but no emergency lights. The ship was silent, eerily so. She did a very quick mental inventory. She felt banged around, but not too bad. She didn’t think she’d landed on any targ spikes. “Hall. Oats.” She heard the clop of eight hooved feet move toward her and then porcine noses snuffling over her. She reached out in the dark and patted them both reassuringly. “Good boys.” She let them check her out and then went to sit and cursed as sharp pain raidiated from her hip down her leg and up into her ribs.

“Lt? Cara?” Royo’s voice came from the dark. “It’s alright Royo. I think I bruised the bone in my hip, maybe fractured it. I’ll live. What about ya?” She heard him grunt as he stood. “I was in a cross section, more room to be tossed around. Just a bit winded.” She heard the pop of a panel and then there was light. Royo had retrieved a flashlight from an emergency supply locker. He moved toward her, and helped her stand. The pain was pretty bad, but she’d live. “We’ve got to check the corridor. Power seems to be totally out.”

“Emergency family shelters. We need to move people there. There will be medical supplies, emergency generators, and food.” Cara went to step and Royo had to catch her. “I don’t think you’ll be helping much, counselor.” Then they heard the wailing. “The nursery. Come on Royo, I’ll make it that far.” They made their way the short distance, with a lot of help from the security officer. Hey was able to force the door open. They stepped in and Cara looked at the targs, “Qam.” She pointed at the children and teachers, “Jup’a,” then she pointed to the side of the door, “Ba!” Hall and Oats moved to the door and sat obediently. Cara scanned the room in its dim lighting, “Ms Pullam?” she called out to the lead teacher.

Lt. O’Farrell, counselor