Aurra had just stepped off the lift when the ship was hit by the energy wave. Unprepared for the impact, she was thrown off her feet and landed on her chest and face. Sitting up, she took inventory of any injury that might have occurred. The only thing was a headache from the jolt of slamming forward and a bloody, bottom lip where her teeth had punctured it.

The doctor arose immediately and ran for the med kit that was kept on the bridge. “Doctor Talisse here—let me know if you are injured…” She spared a look for the Captain while making her way to Buckingham. The tricorder was already in her hand running a scan on his possible injuries. “Your nose is broken and your shoulder is dislocated. Let me help you.”

—Talisse, CMO

Peter shook his head “I can set my nose and stuff it and my shoulder can wait” He’d dislocated that shoulder before and putting it back in place could wait until more serious injuries were dealt with. He used the back of his right-hand sleeve to wipe the blood from his face “Please see if anyone else needs help first” It would take time to safely put his arm back into its socket, it was better than a fracture he’d first thought although he’d not be using the hand for some time.

The doctor gave him a nod and moved around the bridge looking for those that needed medical help.

As the wave hit Jen’s first thought was ‘Standing is not a good idea’. Then he was tumbling about the bridge not unlike a tumbleweed before coming to an abrupt and painful halt against a rear bulkhead. He was sure he blacked out briefly as he didn’t remember more but when he next was aware he was just behind the command level chairs and railing. His head throbbed and his left arm was ablaze enough for him to hiss with pain. Both hips were sore and his right knee was unhappy with him. He saw flashing lights and flickers of flame. Smells that should not be on the bridge were there mixing in his nostrils like one of his mothers in law’s cooking.

“Ship status!” he called out but it was more like a croak. Pushing himself up to a sitting position with his good hand he said again, “Status Report!”

He heard the doctor’s voice but had trouble seeing her in the firelight. While he could work his injured arm he was sure it wasn’t broken but it wasn’t right and was swelling. Humans talked about bruising being black and blue .. were that so for an Andorian few would notice but he would have a fine mix of yellow and black he was sure. “Captain?” he called out.

Moving to a console he tried to bring it to life and call up some ship’s status. What had happened?! If that had happened to them, what did it do to the alien’s world? To the Romulans? They were like a bad slip. Always showing up when you didn’t want them.
- Jen, XO

“Yeah,” Kelly groaned out wincing at the sound of her own voice. She felt a dull throb along with wetness running down her cheek. She was obviously not crying but reaching up to the spot, she felt a slippery sensation. It had to be blood. Using her sleeve, Kelly pushed her uniform into the wound trying to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. “Just a scratch,” she commented getting off the ground by pulling herself up from the edge of the console she must have flown into.

“I’ll be the judge of that, Sir.” Talisse called as she stood from setting a broken wrist. “Don’t move your wrist or hand until you get to sickbay and they can get the bone knitter on you.” she said to the crewman she’d just treated.

The security station didn’t have a chair, the OOD there moving around quite a bit. So as the wave approached, Mardusk clenched his jaw and held onto the console tight.

It helped, but not much.

As the ship was thrown violently around, his grip gave way and he was thrown backwards, his momentum only being stopped by the turbolift doors. There was a flash of pain… and then nothing. The giant Orion laid face-first on the deck, unconscious.

Marduk, CoS

Elbbirt was watching the science station as the ship went to warp in one of the pull out chairs below the consile. The chairs however were meant to move freely so they weren’t anchored. The chair flung back into the station and then toward the tactical station. When the pitching stopped he pulled himself up to standing

The bridge was pitch black. Power seemed to be down, or least the consoles were blown. There would be no readings. Sparks were flying and fires were starting. He stumbled his way over to an emergency storage locker and opened it. He grabbed a flashlight and turned it on and glanced around the bridge. Jen, Talisse, and Sigmundsson were all standing. Mardusk was… was face down and not moving. He stepped towards him to check him. “Cmdr Mardusk is down and unconscious. I’m afraid to move him until you check him, Doctor.”

“Coming…just a second…” Stepping over debris, she made her way over to where the big Orian lay out cold. She squatted down next to him and ran a tricorder over his frame. (OOC: sny particular injuries you want to have?)

(OOC: Couple of broken ribs, bruised spine, really wicked concussion, and a couple of broken ribs on both sides seems to be a good cross-section of him getting tossed like a rag doll into an unyielding bulkhead.)

Finishing her scan on the Orion, Aurra shook her head. “He’s out for the count,” she commented to herself. He needed to go to sickbay immediately. =/\=Transporter room, this is Lt Talisse. I need a medical transport for LtCmdr Mardusk from the bridge to sickbay. Acknowledge.=/\= There was no reply. Were CoMMs out? She looked around the bridge again, squinting in the darkness. Okay, so probably no help from the transporter room then. The doctor needed to treat what she could with the contents of the medkit, but Mardusk was going to need more, soon. Nothing to do about the broken ribs or the bruised spine at the moment, but she could administer pain and anti-inflammatory meds. After that, she called over an NEnsign. “Stay with the LtCmdr and watch for signs that he’s waking up or that he’s having difficulties of any kind. I need to see to the others.”

He took a medkit and brought it to Talisse. He handed the others flashlights. Then he grabbed an emergency fire extinguisher and started putting out the small fires around the bridge.

NE Elbbirt

Jen caught movement but was hard to tell who it was with limited lights and the flashlights shining at him and not on the one carrying them. He caught a flash of a pip. Ensign. He may have recalled the name but his head and arms was throbbing. He was kneeling by Mardusk. That must have been quite the hit to take him down. After he addressed the doctor he said, “Ensign. You with the light. Find the Captain.” The bridge wasn’t ‘that’ big but it was dark and quiet and what lights just didn’t reach far enough.

Amidst the chaos on the Bridge, crew members scrambled through the darkness, their movements illuminated by the flickering light of sparking consoles. Though the ship retained some power, it was clear that not all systems were operational. Despite the urgency of the situation, there was an eerie silence—a stark absence of reports from other sections of the ship. Amidst the cacophony of sparking electronics, a keen ear would discern the unsettling lack of communication from the rest of the vessel, heightening the sense of unease among the crew.

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

Peter went in search of a flashlight also, he’d let the others deal with the fire, he needed to check the ship’s status, and most everyone seemed disoriented. His vision hadn’t completely come back into focus and he quietly cursed his own inattentiveness, he hadn’t noticed the big Security chief go down and he still hadn’t seen the Captain. He went back to his bridge seat and grabbed a flashlight from a compartment near it, clicking it on and looking at the chair console for any status updates.

CIO

It was quiet. “Anybody! Do we have comms? Life support? Sensors? What do we have? Sound off. Who is conscious on the bridge?” His head hurt to say that. Tapping his comm badge he said, =^= Bridge to Engineering. =^= There wasn’t anything coming in. He suspected comms were off line but he could hope. They hadn’t blown up so the warp core was still intact for now. If another wave came through they were finished so no sense worrying about that. But .. didn’t they talk about a second ship making a warp attempt? THAT could be a problem. While Jen wasn’t unsympathetic to injury and damage he was more concerned with them surviving. And right now that was in limbo.

He said that while trying to coax something out of the console. If that looked dead he moved to the next. There was some power, but what did they have? If they were going to do another of those trials they would be dead unless they could communicate to say to hold off or if they could limp behind a planet for cover. Still, there were the Romulans. They couldn’t likely get away. Plan A. Warn if possible. Plan B. Get out of the way.
- Jen, XO

“I’m fine. We need everyone at their station that can physically man it. If the person next to you can’t call it out and cover both until we find someone to help you. We need damage reports and then an answer to what hit us.” Jen had been barking out orders or at least that is what it sounded like as Kelly was coming too. “Peter take over security until we get the big man on his feet. I need someone at the helm to tell us if we are getting another wave like that anytime soon.”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

OOC: Maybe a cracked rib, sprained wrist, concussion, and cut at her temple needing stitches. ~ Kate

The CO and XO were conscious and up and about, so Aurra continued to tend to the rest of the bridge crew. (OOC: if anyone wants specific injuries, let me know so Aurra can find them, otherwise, the degree you’re hurt will be up to me…)

—Talisse, CMO

For Jen .. Left forearm fracture, nasty concussion, bruised hip and much other serious bruising and well, make up something about his kneecap as I don’t know anything about that but he smacked it :) .. Gene

Peter nodded first but realised that wasn’t enough as he stood from his seat before he’d even looked at the console “One it” He walked ignoring pain and a nose still bleeding and walked up to the Tactical station and checked whatever information was available.

CIO

“And get a report on the Romulan ship. Did this come for them?”

Kelly Bordeaux CO

“I don’t think so Captain. They got hit just before we did and it took down their cloak. We had just a moment to have scanned it before it hit us. Something in their warp test produced this wave.” He winced and corrected. “No, probably did so.” He was working with one arm while favoring the other while favoring one leg even if that hip was not happy with him, but much of that was dulled by the pain in his head. With whatever he could bring up Jen was checking for communications. Did they have any? Internal? External?

Aurra finally made it to the Captain and First Officer. Their injuries were sixes so she started with Bordeaux. A scan showed a head wound, cracked rib, sprained wrist and a concussion. Talisse took out a tissue regenerator and ran it over the forehead laceration then placed a temporary ‘smart’ splint around the sprain that would mold itself around the joint to keep it from moving until she could get a better look at the CO overall. “You have a cracked rib and a concussion. I want to give you something for pain, is that alright?”

While the CO decided, Aurra scanned the XO. Left forearm fracture, severe concussion, bruised hip and torn ACL in left knee. She removed two more ‘smart’ splints. “I need to set your arm, Sir. Do you want something for pain because this will hurt?”

—Talisse, MO (OOC: I’ll get Peter in my next post)

The ship groaned and creaked ominously, its life support systems offline and the integrity forcefields failed. Reduced to little more than a giant tin can adrift in the void, the vessel faced pressures from every direction, threatening to crush it from the outside in. With only 45 minutes of breathable air remaining, the crew teetered on the brink of disaster. If the lack of oxygen didn’t claim them first, the relentless forces bearing down on the ship would surely spell their doom within the next twenty minutes.

Gamemaster Narwhal the nefarious
GMT
USS Atlantis

OOC: Narwhal .. just need a clarification here
– Did the data about life support and force fields and the like come from consoles on the bridge? Was there any answer to comms? I’m guessing not but please verify.
– Which forces are these that are bearing down on the ship with space being kinda force neutral? How do we know? Thanks
Gene