Posted by Civilian Peandel (Director of Colonial Treasury) in Emergency Landing! - Open Thread

Posted by Lieutenant Ilena Keelara Rox (Nurse) in Emergency Landing! - Open Thread
OOC: I tagged several people that might answer, but everyone is welcome to join!

IC:
It had been weeks! Finally, Kay, no her name was Katzhenyra Val. Katzhenyra was able to bring the small shuttle into the OED system. As soon as she did she started sending a distress signal.

=/\=Cpt Katzhenyra Val, UFP Marine Corps to any ship or colony. Mayday! I have injured and critical on board. Over!=/\= She sent it on all secured and open channels trying to get a fast response. Tealor needed help, he was going to die of the infection and injuries.

Lt. Cmdr Rox, CMO/CNS

The Solvency received the distress signal, seeing as it was coming into the Oed system.

“It would not be right for us to ignore the distress call, Peandel,” Kintsugi told her boss, “I have the training to tend to injuries, and you’ve provided the resources for me to do so. We’re closer than Oed V, I can provide emergency care, while the Federation decides whether or not the red tape can be cut.”

Peandel nodded to the Doctor. It was why she bought the woman a new face, and paid for her medical training, after all. Even with the bitterness of her treatment as an orphan on her homeworld on full display, Kintsugi would not allow anyone to suffer needlessly.

“Go,” Peandel said, from her central chair on the Solvency bridge, then without pausing, she said, “open a channel.”

Kintsugi nodded and headed off the bridge …

“Done,” Vayla replied, “also checking long range scanners to make sure they aren’t being followed.”

Peandel nodded to the Andorian, “good, remember, we run, we don’t fight.” The Solvency was designed for negotiation, for privacy, not for hostility. Its why she had paid extra for shields, for more speed.

^$^ Captain Katzhenyra Val, ^$^ Peandel replied, ^$^ This is Peandel, owner of the Solvency. My personal physician, Dr Kintsugi is beaming over to provide immediate aid to your sick and injured. ^$^

Meanwhile, Kintsugi reached the small transporter room, just off the Solvency’s Bridge. Krex was at the controls, waiting for the Bajoran/Cardassian hybrid to get on the transporter padd. Kintsugi did so, and had a medical tricorder and emergency supplies with her.

“Beam me over, Krex,” she instructed, her voice steady.

The Ferengi did so, and the Solvency’s transporter room was replaced by the shuttlecraft.

She looked around, “I’m Dr Kintsugi, and I’m here to help. The injured?”

Her face was a striking blend of Cardassian and Bajoran features, blending Bajoran nose ridges with a faint Cardassian spoon. It was as though her features were enhanced with skin grafts, rather than of either species. The skin where the severe burns used to be has a slightly different sheen; resembling the Japanese art of kintsugi; repairing broken things with gold.

Colonial Treasury Office, Guilded Lobe Consortium and Lobes & Tresses Personnel and Facilities:
Personnel
^$^Dr Kintsugi (Bajoran/Cardassian hybrid - female) - Looks after the Physical and Mental Health of Peandel’s Widow and Children ‘Army’, runs Kintsugi Studios ^$^
^$^ Peandel, Owner - Guilded Lobe Consortium and Lobes & Tresses Owner; Director - Colonial Treasury; ‘Napolean of Commerce’ ^$^
^$^Krex, (Ferengi - male) Mr Fix It, Engineer ^$^
^$^Vayla Thon (Andorian - female) Head of Peandel’s Security Detail ^$^
^$^Talis Thon (Andorian - female) Head of Logistics, Operations, Finances and HR ^$^
^$^Vespera (Orion - female) Head of Retail, ‘Lobes & Tresses Manager’, Manufacturing of the Shimmer Silk product, Tailor of High-End Fashion, ‘Cultural Influencer’ ^$^
Facilities
^$^The Solvency^$^

The Lexington had only been out of Warp a few minutes when it intercepted the message. Having barely received clearance from the piss ant ‘defence force’ the government had placed under the command of a former SFMC Colonel… wait, Commandant General, wouldn’t wanna mess that up… the Lexi’s commander, Captain Vanessa Cartwright sat in her chair quietly grinding her teeth. Sure, Harris was the only son of the former Commandant of the Starfleet Marine Corps. But if he hadn’t been banging HHI’s CEO for god knows how long, there’s no way ANY government would jump any man in rank that fast. Now, with the distress call, she was going to have to be very careful in how she handled the next few minutes… considering who she had on board.

“Comms…” She began after a deep breath. “… get Central on the horn and let them know we’re altering course to assist. Recommend the Centurion break orbit and meet us there.” Hell… she’s got better medical facilities than almost anyone in the Fleet! Vanessa thought to herself as the first ‘Aye Ma’am’ echoed on the Bridge of the aging Trafalgar-class Destroyer. At close to a half-century old, what was once one of the Federation’s grand ladies would be retired early next year, and Cartwright would be the one to take her either to the Holloway Mars Yards & the Breakers, or back to Starbase One to be added to the Admiral’s museum. She didn’t know, but she hoped the legendary ship would go to the museum.

“Central confirmed your request, and the Centurion just broke orbit…” Came the call. Vanessa sighed and tapped the comm stud on her command chair.

=A= Commodore O’Connor…=A= She began, the honorary promotion given to any Captain or Fleet Captain traveling on another Captain’s ship to prevent confusion as to whom the ship’s real master was. =A= … Sir, we’ve received a distress call. Your new command will be meeting us there. Would you like to join me on the Bridge? =A= The question made her nauseous. This was her ship… dammit! The last thing she needed was an oversexed flyboy distracting her Bridge crew… especially at a moment like this.

=A= I’ll be right up, Ms. Cartwright… thank you.=A= Once more, Vanessa ground her teeth. Is that pretentious bastard completely incapable of using my fracking rank!? About a minute later, looking as though he’d just left the flight simulator instead of his quarters, Fleet Captain Garrett Michael “Cannon” O’Connor stepped onto the Bridge in a pair of combat boots, dark blue Levi’s, a faded TOPGUN t-shirt, flight jacket, and a Command Master Wings ballcap. He looked like he fell out of a recruiting poster… and it made Vanessa sick. The man was 39, but would’ve passed for 32 to 33 easily. Every other female member of her crew had fallen all over themselves for days thanks to him and that damn fighter plane in the hold! Choking back the annoyance, Cartwright rose smartly from her chair and pronounced, “Admiral on the Bridge”.

After a brief update, the Lexington moved alongside the two smaller vessels, with the Centurion on the other side of the pair. Garrett nodded to the Captain, who opened the channel.

=A= This is Captain Vanessa Cartwright of the USS Lexington. Under the direction of Commodore Garrett O’Connor and assisted by the USS Centurion, we are ready and able to provide any assistance needed. Can we get an update from the first response vessel? =A=

Garrett O’Connor & Vanessa Cartwright