Vega and her team beamed into Santiago’s Transporter room, it was immediately clear that they were in a bad state as a thin layer of smoke filled the air and the warning claxon had started to malfunction. “You have your assignments and priorities, I’ll be touching base with whoever is in charge and meet back up with you shortly, call me if there are any issues and stay safe, were not out the woods yet” She watched as the team dispersed and she began to make her way to Engineering with tool kit in one hand a torch strapped to her arm as she navigated the hazy corridors.

The corridors were filled with bodies some wounded some rushing around trying to contain fires or help the injured to sickbay, uniformed covered in soot or blood and sometimes both. It didn’t take much longer than expected to reach Engineering and when she did she saw just what she’d expect, yellow shirt engineers buzzing around repairing, routing and replacing damaged parts of the room as medical staff waving tricorders and dermal regenerators hoovered nearby like mosquitoes insisting that they go to sickbay.

Vega looked to see if she could spot the chief.

• Lt Vega Dal