Posted by Gamemaster Pelican (GM) in Main Sim: Deck 12 Corridor - ATTN: Security, Medical
NE Whistle was walking towards the laboratories on Deck 12, albeit he was reporting in because that was his duty assignment. With the Sentinel still docked at a starbase, there wasn’t exactly much new information to catalog. However, he liked the routine, so at least he had somewhere to be - even if his time was being spent re-categorizing machines discovered on abandoned non-Federation colonies, specifically because the Sentinel had direct access to the Starfleet mainframe. True, it was interesting to learn just how close First Contact had come to being with the Klingons instead of the Vulcans - Whistle thanked God that Klingons were apparently impatient to settle somewhere that didn’t grant them a worthy conquest, and had left behind a settlement sometime during the European Renaissance that was frighteningly close to Earth - but those were certain details that didn’t change the fact that he was performing data entry.

However, he was about to have his day become anything but routine. Just as he was about to turn to the appropriate corridor, a Vulcan - or at least he thought it was a Vulcan; the interaction was too brief to be perfectly sure - dressed in Services red briefly collided with him, then rushed off without so much as acknowledging Whistle. The satchel the Vulcan had also struck NE Whistle right in the hip. Whistle tried to turn around to remonstrate the Engineer - or at least Whistle assumed it was an Engineer, because Whistle couldn’t think of why a Security officer would be carrying a satchel - but the person had seemingly vanished. NE Whistle shrugged it off, thinking that, if that was the worst thing to happen to him that day, it was going to be a nice day.

The illusion of a nice day was shattered the moment that he actually came to the corridor. He saw a colleague, unconscious and slumped against a corridor wall. NE Whistle recognized it as NE Piccolo - and had no idea why anyone would have attacked her. Being the kind of man he was, NE Whistle found the nearest communications panel.

=/\= NE Whistle to Sickbay. There is an unconscious crew mate in the deck 12 corridor outside of the science laboratories. She is still breathing, but she’s got a cut on her forehead, as well as some bruising. Send medical personnel immediately. =/\=

With that, Whistle sat down next to the unconscious NE Piccolo and waited for help to arrive. He didn’t realize that his failure to also alert Security would have some regrettable consequences.

Pelican, GM
USS Sentinel

=/\=Sickbay here. We’re on our way.=/\=

Leah called out in Sickbay as she moved to grab a medical kit. “Emergency call. Deck 12. Unconscious crewmember. Laceration to the forehead and some contusion.s”

She knew someone would be right with her and headed out the door heading for the lift. Three decks wasn’t far but depending on the injury, it could be too many. But Leah was calm, her ER experience kicking in instantly.

~Leah Hart, NP