Posted by Lieutenant Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)

Posted by Colonel Calvin Harris (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Transporter Room 1 (TAG Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Seddk Vock (Chief Medical 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?

Molly stayed mostly still as the voices around her got clearer. She could hear references to medical teams and someone mentioning the Dresden. She could hear Cal’s voice faintly. Had they… had they made it back? Opening her eyes slightly she inspected her surroundings through what felt like it was blinding light. As her eyes got used to the environment Wright could distinguish the silhouette of a medical officer walking in and heading to Harris. They had made it. They were safe. Cal would be okay… and to her that was all that mattered.

With a trembling breath, Molly’s conscience slipped away.

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

As the hypo released its contents into Molly’s blood stream, Wright started to slowly regain consciousness. She could hear her name in the distance, over and over again, uttered by a voice that she could faintly recognize but not quite place.

She could feel hands on her, touching her, shaking her, trying to get her to move… Molly wanted them to go away, to leave her alone. She wanted to get away but she didn’t have the strength. And then the words came. Even though she didn’t know Italian, Molly could recognize the string of words as a prayer, mostly as a result of different encounters with people in San Francisco that had tried to convince her to join their churches.

Molly groaned. She had parted ways with God a long time ago, through the actions of her biological father. Finally regaining some strength, she swung her arm in the direction of the voice, hoping to get across that she didn’t want to be disturbed.

Capt. Wright, CIO

The moment after Molly’s arm swung clear, she was hit… dead center… by one of the tightest hugs she’d ever received. A face was buried into her shoulder, muffled sobs and tunic-soaking tears were all that escaped. “hh… God… u’re OK! Oh… Thank.. Thank.. Thank you!” Came the barely comprehensible words from Molly’s shoulder as Jersey clung tightly to her.

“Welcome back Captain…” Came the soft voice of Transporter Chief Lt. Bobby Rendon, who knelt beside Jersey… ever so gently patting her back, not wanting to come off as getting ‘fresh’ but obviously caring enough about her to try and help. But his eyes were on Molly. The Intel types always made him nervous yet he knew (his crush) Jersey was extremely fond of her and raved about the woman on the three ‘dates’ they’d had so far.

Condor/Jersey