Posted by Lieutenant Commander Katie Nunn (Counselor) in Counselor Nunn’s Quarters - Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Wolfe Of Chaotica (Senior Gamemaster) in Counselor Nunn’s Quarters - Main Sim

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The lack of response to her comm badge combined with the terrifying sounds and the horror-esque view in front of her made Katie turn ghost white and shake even harder than she had after her nightmare. She bent over, breathing raggedly to try to try to quell the rising nausea from her stomach at the site of the corpse. She had no idea where to go or what to do at this point. She hadn’t been on a ship in so long and now it seemed they were in quite the emergent situation. Her first and only thought was to try to get to sickbay to support the doctors there and she glanced around, not even sure if a turbo lift was functional enough to carry her the two decks up.

Lt Cmdr Nunn, CNS

The door to the turbolift shaft at the end of the corridor was ajar, but the light inside was still functional, indicative of its working status, for the moment at least. What she didn’t see was the two black suited and helmeted forms that rounded the corner behind her, at least until the golden burst of directed energy scorched the wall next to her head.

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Katie let out a shrill scream as the energy blast hit the wall next to her head and she threw herself into the Turbolift, gasping for breath as she felt panic surging throughout her body. Get it together, Katie, she howled at herself as she screeched “SICKBAY!” at the Turbolift and then wrapped herself in a tiny ball behind the entrance to the lift. Tucking her head down into her knees, she waited.

Lt Cmdr Nunn, CNS

The doors closed on her, even as the seal between them bulged unevenly from weapons strikes that would otherwise have killed Nunn. She could feel the turbolift lurch as it engaged unevenly, the lights flickering above her head as it made the short journey to deck 5. The doors juddered for a moment, straining against the rapidly cooling melted metal that had welded the doors shut. The computer made several chirrups as it attempted to divert more power into the opening mechanism. After several moments, the doors burst apart with a small spray of shrapnel from brittle melted metal. Beyond was a hellscape of chaos. Blood, moans, screams, weeping, the hollow eyed and glassy gaze of the traumatized. Desperate groups of medics and nurses moved among groups of injured in the corridors, performing triage, Nurse Bigalow with her matronly and utterly unflustered expression alternately barking orders at harried crewmen and medics and cooing soothingly at the louder, but less injured in the corridor as she determined who would make it through into which section of sickbay. The doors to the main intake ward were locked wide open, a young doctor visible towards the back wall, her hands inside the chest cavity of a bloodied officer in gold. The utterly unflappable and impecabbly clean uniform of the familiar but rarely used EMH Mark IV stood guardian over the doorway, bustling around every patient who came through, scanning, prioritizing and categorizing each and directing them or their carriers to an area or room within the main sickbay suite.

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