A blue luminescence flooded the spare parts locker on deck 27, heralding the arrival of a transported individual. With a metallic click and a pneumatic hiss, the person within the suit adjusted to their new surroundings, their breath catching as they acclimated. “AMOS, what’s my status?” she queried, her voice tinged with urgency and pain.

“You’ve sustained several burns, and your left hand is currently immobilized. Additionally, you have a broken shoulder and several ribs, for which I’ve administered pain relief, though it’s temporary. You require immediate medical attention. While the personal shielding absorbed most of the damage, the blunt force trauma caught us off guard, depleting a significant portion of our energy supply. As a result, beaming back to the ship is not feasible, especially given its current location,” AMOS responded calmly, relaying the critical information.

An exasperated scream escaped her lips as frustration bubbled to the surface. “And what about the other status?” she demanded, her tone laced with anxiety and impatience.

“There have been no notable effects observed,” AMOS replied succinctly, his analysis unwavering. The woman’s hand collided with the bulkhead in a moment of emotional release, a grim reminder of her vulnerability amidst the chaos. “What’s the situation aboard the ship?” she inquired, seeking to regain control amidst the uncertainty.

“The senior staff are currently convening in the ready room, and security is diligently searching for the missing child and you. While I’ve managed to evade detection, they’re aware that you haven’t beamed off their ship. Commander, you’re displaying signs of distress. Perhaps it’s best to rest?” AMOS suggested, his concern evident in his synthesized voice.

Pushing herself upright, she activated her visor, determination flashing in her eyes. “Provide me with the route to beta sickbay, avoiding all main thoroughfares,” she commanded, her resolve unyielding as she prepared to navigate the perilous path ahead.

With a sense of urgency propelling her forward, she navigated the dimly lit corridors toward beta sickbay, every step a struggle against the pain coursing through her body. AMOS guided her with precision, offering directions to evade the main routes and minimize the risk of detection. As she neared her destination, her vitals continued to plummet, a grim testament to the severity of her injuries.

Entering beta sickbay, she was greeted by the sterile hum of medical equipment and the comforting presence of a nurse. Before she could utter a word, and half way raising her weapon a wave of dizziness washed over her, the room spinning as darkness encroached upon her vision. With a gasp, she collapsed to the floor, her consciousness slipping away, AMOS activated the self preservation system and he too went dormant.

One Step forward, Two Steps Back
PRISM
USS Leviathan