Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Seddk Vock (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)

Posted by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)
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The nervous Transporter Chief watched as two pads lit up in his Transporter. He had been waiting for this moment since the shuttle crash and was ready. The moment the shields dropped, he had diverted every ounce of power to the Transporter… even diverting most of the Hanger Bay Artificial Gravity… to boost range. It was /just/ enough.

Harris and Wright crashed to the Transporter pad, both immediately gasping for air. Tapping his CommBadge joyfully, the young Lieutenant… tears rimming his eyes… shouted. =A= Transporter Room One to Bridge… we got’em! It’s the Skipper & Captain Wright. Please inform Medical we need a team down here pronto! Transporter Room out.=A=

Manning’s voice was quick to reply. =/\= Thank you, Lieutenant. Great job. Manning out. =/\=

Lt. Cmdr. Manning, XO

Rushing from his console, he grabbed his small medkit and ran to the two downed officers. Grabbing the Marine’s deathly cold arm, the Lieutenant shook the Dresden’s Commanding Officer… it was his bad arm. Harris winced immediately and groaned. “Where the hell are we?” He asked in a raspy voice.

“Back on the Dresden, Skipper…” The Lieutenant sighed in relief. “… welcome home Sir.”

Condor

Molly felt the tingling warmth of the transporter beam and then a hard metal surface under her knees as gravity took a hold of her body and pulled her to the floor. Once again, Wright’s body (and Harris’s too) underwent the changes in pressure, from the almost non-pressurized shuttle cabin to the Dresden’s regular pressure environment, only this time at an instantaneous rate. Muffled sounds flooded her ears as pain shot through each of her joints, the trademark symptoms of compression arthralgia.

With her eyes tightly shut, Wright cried out, one desperate sob after another, half from the pain, half from everything that she had been subjected to since their first arrival on Beta Prime. Her arms and hands were drenched in dried blood. There was no telling on whether or not it was hers. Her tunic was ripped apart and tied around Cal’s torso.

Confused, not knowing where she was, Molly remained on the floor. The emotional trauma of the journey was clear, as her body curled up and shook as she sobbed quietly.

Capt. Wright, CIO

The doors slid open and the Chief Medical Officer arrived. He quickly made his way to the Harris’ side and began running a scan. “Captain. Where are you hurt?” he asked calmly.

Vock, CMO

OOC: What do the scans show?

Harris groaned in pain as the CMO looked him over. Up close, the Marine looked like death warmed over. Both eyes blackened, nose broken and at least two teeth were missing. The damage done to his body was startling and he was still clearly in a state of shock. As the light had shifted on his face, it was even more clear the horrific injuries. Wright’s tunic was tied over a gaping eight inch deep knife wound to his upper left chest, a near fatal wound that JUST missed his left lung, that appeared to have been partially regen’ed.

“Molly?” Harris gasped in a grave tone, his eyes flashing in panic around the room. “Where’s Molly?!” It would take all the CMO had to keep the Marine in place as his sudden burst of strength nearly toppled the man. Seeing her on the floor about two meters away, he lunged for her and called out in a strangled cry. “MOLLY!?” But didn’t have the strength to go further.

As he had cried out, the tear-streaked faced form of Corporal Brianna Reyes blasted into the room. Seeing Cal moving, a loud sharp sob escaped her lips. “Pops!”She cried. Harris raised his good hand at her and waved her to Molly. Without a second word, Jersey darted across the room and slid on her knees to the Intel Chief’s side. “Dammit Bobby!” She barked at the shocked Transporter Chief. “Get yer ass over here! I need another set of hands!”

“Ms. Wright… Ms. Wright…?” Jersey gently shook Molly. “Captain Wright?” Jersey’s hands trembled as Bobby came up beside her, he too on his knees. Handing her a hypo, he said softly. “Ya gotta wake’er up Jersey. Here” Reyes took the hypo and in one move, hit Molly with it. “Captain Wright?” She called once more. “Captain Wright, can you hear me? It’s Jersey. You’re…” Her voice cracked. “… you’re home Molly. You’re home.” Tears rolled down the young woman’s face, her right hand on Molly’s shoulder… her left desperately clutching a small cruciform necklace through her tunic. She was muttering something very soft and very fast in what sounded like Italian. Anyone close that knew the language would recognize it as a simple, desperate prayer.

Harris, CO