Posted by Fleet Captain Garrett Michael O’Connor (CO, USS Centurion) in Emergency Landing! - Open Thread

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

Posted by Commander Dr Tealor Tessan (Medical Patient) in Emergency Landing! - Open Thread
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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.

Katzhenyra Val, marine aviator

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

=/\=Acknowledged=/\= came the immediate reply as the distress signal continued to be sent out. Katz was taking no chances.

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.

The shuttle was a small armadillo class. There was an older couple seated on one of the benches that ran along the port side. On the starboard bench was a man. The patient.

Katz turned in the pilot’s chair a phaser held on the woman. “If you harm him, you won’t take another breath. If you are truly here to help I apologize in advance for any offense.”

“No offense taken, Captain, and I intend no harm,” Kintsugi replied, noting the phaser with a nod. She understood the caution exhibited by the woman, half of her ancestry threatened and committed a great deal of harm to the other part of her ancestry. “I board your ship only for the good of your patient, ma’am. Keep the phaser on me if you prefer, I’ve treated patients under worse conditions that this, on the open, under fire,” She pulled out a medical tricorder as she continued to speak, “but do note, while the Federation discusses, Peandel and the Guilded Lobe Consortium acts. We can wait for the Federation to get here if you prefer,” she looked at Katz straight in the eye, “or I can do what I’ve been trained to do and stabilise him until further help arrives. Assuming you’ll agree that’s the best course of action, does your patient have any allergies of which I should be aware, Captain?”

She lowered the phaser slightly, but kept watch. She had no idea if this ‘Peandel’ was legit or just a cover for the Syndicate. She wasn’t taking chances. Katz shook her head at the question, “Not that I know of. If we can get to Oed and access Star Fleet they will have his medical records.” Her antenna arched toward the man on the cot, “Please help him.”

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

The Lexington’s view screen was filled with the bridge of the Solvency, and it was an eclectic group. In the central chair there was a ferengi female, but this one had hair on her head, if anything, it would have been a Klingon mane. There were a pair of Andorian females, an Orion female and a ferengi male at stations around her on the opulant bridge.

The Ferengi female spoke. ^$^ Captain Cartright, I am Peandel, Owner of the Guilded Lobe Consortium and of this vessel, the Solvency. My crew and I are on our way to Oed V, where i am taking up the post of Director of the Colonial Treasury. We responded to their distress call. My personal physician, Dr Kintsugi transported to the shuttle to provide immediate assistance. I have yet to hear anything from Dr Kintsugi since she went over, but she’s fully competent to provide whatever assistance is needed to ensure the patient is stable until transfer can be made to medical facilities on Oed V or another ship. ^$^

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

The Lexington and the Centurion. She didn’t know the crews but she recognized the names. Safety. Almost there. =/\=I am Cpt Katzhenyra Val of Star Fleet Marine Corp 7th Marine Expeditionary Unit under Col Hammond deployed on the USS Chimera. Service number 8 Niner Zeta Sigma 4 3 8 Beta. I have Cmdr Tealor Tessan of the USS Wolverine with me. He is severely injured and critical. He needs immediate care. I also have a civilian couple on board.=/\= She was a bit long winded, but she didn’t ramble. Too long under trauma she had lost some of her strict discipline.

Katzhenyra Val, marine aviator

“Commodore,” Rand stepped into the office of the Lt. Gov. “There is an emergency Mayday coming through. A UFP Marine Captain and Commander Tealor Tessan.” Rende looked up from her desk. The name grabbed her interest immediately. “And the Wolverine has already left.” She stood up and moved to the comms office. She was the head of the Star Fleet contingent on Oed and she monitored all comms. She listened to the conversation.

Kintsugi listened as Captain Val spoke to the Federation ship. She now had a name for her patient, Commander Teolor Tessan of the Wolverine. She ran her professional eye over him.

Tealor was laid out on a makshift cot that was for lack of a better description, not the best for someone that was in his condition, The man was missing his left arm from the deltoid down, it appeared that someone hacked it of with a toothed saw of some sort, someone had attempted to repair the damage but they were not skilled enough and did not have the correct equipment. Infection oozed from multiple locations. His right leg from the knee down was gone and in similar shape, it was clear that sepesis was working it’s way up the leg into the upper thigh. He was covered is sweat and used rags, efforts had been made to keep him cool the the fevor was relentles his eyes were wide open but he was not saying a word. His breathing however was rapid and shallow.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

As Kintsugi focused on her patient, she adjusted her shawl so she had freedom of movement of her arms. Bringing her medical tricorder to bear on Tessan, she said, to him, “Commander, I need your cooperation. Keep your eyes open. I’m not going to let you die just because Starfleet and the local authorities couldn’t figure out their paperwork fast enough.”

Keeping her eyes on the tricorder, she waited for the results of the deep scan, prioritising his cardiovascular system, oxygen saturation and the specific pathogen causing the sepsis in his leg and arm. Kintsugi now spoke to the Marine who still had the phaser trained on the hybrid. “Medical scan. I need to know exactly how far the sepsis has spread up his thigh, or I’m treating him blind. I’m scanning his baseline. If his kidneys are already failing from the shock, the wrong antibiotic will kill him faster than the infection.”

His vitals were erratic. His blood pressure spiked at 190/80, and he was profoundly tachycardic with a pulse of 120; his heart felt as though it was trying to beat out of his chest. The culprit was Pseudomonas aeruginosa—a particularly nasty strain of ancient Earth bacteria that is lethal if left untreated. Worse, his kidneys were severely compromised, dropping to a critically low GFR of 12.
Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

Kintsugi read the results, her eyes not looking up from the tricorder, her hands reaching for a hypospray by touch to load a heavy dose of broad-spectrum antibiotics. “I need to hit him with everything in this kit to stop the septic shock. Does your Commander have any known allergies to standard synthetic volume expanders or any specific antibiotic variants? I don’t have access to his Starfleet file, so if you know, tell me now before I push this.”

Katz shook her head, “I don’t know. We haven’t exactly had the leisure to discuss medical files. He didn’t mention anything the one time I was able to get him some medical care.”

A grim expression settled on Kintsugi’s face as she looked at the crude amputations. “A shuttle is no place for surgery,” she muttered, grabbing sterile wipes and heavy antimicrobial field dressings from her kit. She moved quickly to clear the oozing infection and block further contamination. “Keep his head elevated and keep swapping those blankets,” she ordered the civilians, nodding to the thermal blankets from her kit. “If we manage his temperature and oxygen, he’ll live long enough for Oed V to put him back together.”

Colonial Treasury Office, Guilded Lobe Consortium and Lobes & Tresses Personnel and Facilities:
Personnel
^$^Dr Kintsugi (Bajoran/Cardassian hybrid - female) - Looks after the Physical and Mental Health of Peandel’s Widow and Children ‘Army’, runs Kintsugi Studios ^$^

OOC: Hope what I’ve done here is ok … I had to do research into how to write such a scene … it reminds me why I stay away from Medical officers :)

Cartwright was about to respond when O’Connor reached past her and put his finger down on the Comm toggle that secured the signal/outgoing Comms to the distressed craft. =A=Cpt Katzhenyra, this is Commodore Garrett O’Connor onboard the Lexington. We are now on a secure channel. I need to know how you ended up in your current condition and if we need to elevate the Lexington & Centurion’s Alert status.=A= Vanessa nearly turned and bit the man’s head off but paused halfway… damn, that’s actually a good point!.

With a nod to the Tactical Station, the Lexington’s Tac Chief activated every passive system on board, and within three seconds, the Centurion did the same.

Cartwright/O’Connor

=/\=We were capture by the Syndicate. We escaped and have been running for two months. Cmdr. Tealor was heavily tortured. I am sure they followed, but I have no idea how far behind us they are.=/\=

Katzhenyra Val, marine aviator

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

Rand met the Commodore’s eye. She nodded, “Inform UFP marine command we have a missing Marine who was most likely MIA. Also let General Harris know we have an emergency shuttle landing at Sacred Heart and to let them through.” Rand nodded and hurried over to the spare comms station. She sent off the message to UFPMC command. Then she opened a comm to CCDA HQ. =/\=Lt Gov’s office with a message General Harris. We have an incoming shuttle with a critical patient. Escorded by the Centurion and Lexington. Please allow them to land at Sacred Heart without delay.=/\=

Garrett sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before replying in a brisk clip. =A= Lexington copies Captain Katzhenyra. We’ll clear this channel for you to focus on other tasks. Stay on this heading, and we’ll escort you in. Lexington Clear. =A=

As the Lexington’s comm closed the transmission, O’Connor’s voice snapped across the Bridge like lightning. “Red Alert! Comms, transmit a Red Alert to the Centurion and inform them I will be coming aboard momentarily. Tactical… spin up the sensor suite and light a path two light hours across down the path of the captain’s craft to full range. We don’t want surprises.” Pausing, O’Connor’s thumb jammed down on the All Hands switch on the arm of the Centre Chair, then spoke in a flat… measured tone after the All Hands tone cleared. =A= All hands, this is Commodore Garrett O’Connor… I am placing the Lexington under my Tactical Command until further notice. Be advised that the Lexington, along with the USS Centurion, have assumed escort duties of the craft carrying injured Federation personnel. This craft was significantly damaged and may still be being pursued by unknown hostiles. We will escort them within range of OED’s planetary defensive systems. O’Connor Clear. =A=

With that, O’Connor turned to a white-faced Cartwright. “Captain, as soon as I’m clear, bring the Lexington out far enough to safely raise shields. Centurion will do the same. In the event of combat, stay with the Solvency and the other craft. The Centurion and the CCDA will handle our… guests. Understood?” Cartwright shook her head and then smartly nodded. “Yes sir. If that does occur…” She smiled a wolf’s smile. “… good hunting.” It was O’Connor’s turn to smile. “Damn right.” He then nodded and motioned to the deck beneath them. “And we can worry about my personal effects later.” The Fleet Captain then extended his hand, which Cartwright shook. “Thanks for the lift, Captain.” “Our pleasure, Commodore.” It was then that O’Connor tapped his commbadge. =A= O’Connor to Centurion… one to beam aboard.=A= A moment later, the former pilot was gone in the shimmer of a transporter beam.

O’Connor & Cartwright

The passive scans from both the Centurion and Lexington would identify the Solvency as a Liquidity Class vessel belonging to the Guilded Lobes Consortium and captained by Peandel, a Ferengi business woman. And that amongst her staff was indded a Dr Kintsugi, a trained trauma surgeon.

===MEANWHILE BACK ON THE SHUTTLECRAFT===

Kintsugi reread the results of her tricorder scan, her thumb hovering over the hypospray trigger, but she froze as the results registered. Her jaw tightened in sheer frustration and she twisted the vial of volume expanders out of the hypospray, and discarded them into the cot. As she reached back into her kit and loaded a new vial, she spoke.

“Change of plans,” she said, her voice clipped and urgent. “His kidneys are failing, operating at twelve percent. If I push fluids, his lungs will drown. The pain and the shock are driving his blood pressure to 190. His heart is going to tear itself apart.”

She pressed the hypospray against Tessan’s neck with a sharp hiss.

“I am pushing a heavy analgesic and a cardio-regulator to slow his pulse. Then, a micro-dose of antibiotics. He’s infected by a Pseudomonas strain, captain, particularly nasty. If I give him the dose that’s needed to kill it, the toxicity will destroy what’s left of his kidneys.”

Finally, looking up from her patient, Kintsugi locked eyes with the Marine. “Captain Val, get on the comms to Sacred Heart Emergency on Oed V immediately. Tell them Dr. Kintsugi is bringing in a Starfleet Commander with Stage 5 renal failure and a Pseudomonas infection. Tell them to have a dialysis machine, a full trauma surgical suite and a nephrologist waiting on the landing pad the second we touch down. Make the call, now.”

Looking back at her patient, she said, “Come on, Commander hold on, show me that fight the Federation is famous for.” She then checked the tricorder again to see what impact the analgesic, cardio-regulator and micro-dose of antibiotics had on the Commander.

After that she added, “Probably would be a good idea for someone to let the colonial authorities know we’ve got an emergency case so we’re not delayed on our approach by the red tape the Federation is also famous for.”

She threw that out, not knowing if the channel to the other Federation ships was still open. If it was, she hoped that one of them would clear the approach for them. The commander needed everything possible going for him if he was going to survive this.

^$^Dr Kintsugi (Bajoran/Cardassian hybrid - female) - Looks after the Physical and Mental Health of Peandel’s Widow and Children ‘Army’, runs Kintsugi Studios ^$^

OOC: Another post requiring research by me, hope what I’ve done here is fine; yes, I once again used AI for the research, but the ideas, of what she did, and the way I wrote it was all me, I just had AI confirm it made sense (it picked up a couple of spelling mistakes and a corrected a slight misunderstanding I had in one part).
Russlel

=/\=Shuttle Yontz this is Commodore Asam, Lt Gov of Oed V. You are cleared to land Captain with all haste. The way has been cleared.=/\=

Cmdre Asam, Lt. Governor