Posted by Gamemaster Budgie (Gamemaster) in Melania IV- Planetside

Posted by Lieutenant Darklis Castle (Chief Science Officer) in Melania IV- Planetside

Posted by Lieutenant Darklis Castle (Chief Science Officer) in Melania IV- Planetside
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The group materialised into another transporter room. This was much darker than that of the ship. The walls were smooth and the room was dimly lit. It was cool but not uncomfortably cold. It could be reasoned that they were somewhere underground. There were more guards around the room and they were greeted by a female Romulan who smiled as she saw Xekeer.
“You were successful I see. The Admiral will be most pleased. He’s been waiting eagerly. Our efforts here have been..... minimal. It will good to finally have more incen....” Xekeer cut the woman off with a warning look before she could say too much.
“Lets not get ahead of ourselves my dear. You lot come with me.” He turned to the group ushering them onwards.

The corridors twisted and turned and it took what felt like hours. Each corridor looked the same as the last. The plain corridor finally changed, it was a dead end but on each side of the corridor were doors and they were open with guards near each. Xekeer ushered T’Pris and Conway into one cell, Darkliss into another and David into the final cell. The doors shut loudly. Each cell was plain and dark. There was a very narrow slit high up in the wall that let a tiny bit of light out. There was a single slab at the back of the cell for sleeping.

In Darklis’ cell there was a figure on the bed. The same went for David’s except the figure was different. Both were curled up in the foetal position. Both looked injured.

GM Budgie

Darklis was tired. Helping T’Pris with Conway was okay for a while but soon she was wishing for some of that vaunted Vulcan stamina. It didn’t help that suddenly she was separated from the others. As soon as the door clanged shut DC turned and stared at it. She didn’t like being separated from the others or, like the previous cells they could see each other. After what felt like a long time but was really more like a minute at most she turned to look at her new ‘home’. If her mother saw her now what would she say? As her eyes adjusted slowly to the little light she could make out a cot or something to sit or sleep. Little else. Wait. There was someone else there. Her heart rate picked up at that and she bordered on a moment of panic until she noted that that figure wasn’t moving. “Hello?” she said, daring to take a step closer.
Darklis

The figure on the bed groaned as a response. A Human female. She looked badly bruised, her face was swollen and her nose looked broken. Her breathing was laboured and her nose made a squeaking noise.... it shouldn’t do that.

OOC: Right .. back ..
IC:

Admittedly Darklis relaxed at realizing it was a woman. As she peered closer - it was hard to see in the dim light - the woman’s face looked swollen and bruised and her nose too was swelled and crooked. She winced and felt a quick spasm of nausea go through her. Closing her eyes she took a breath. It was not as bad as the Matrix she repeated to herself. Her mind ran through the very short list of her experience with this and her basic first aid which she admittedly didn’t pay much attention to. Growing up in a large family meant a fair stock of injuries along the way including a broken nose. But she had no ice pack. She had nothing to treat it. She had nothing to ease the pain. She had no ingredients for her mother’s ‘potions’ that were applied. And that squeaking noise was scary. She had no med kit to regenerate the tissue. By the time she ran through that list she was close to hyperventilating and took another long moment to pull herself together.

“Hey,” she said in what she hoped to be a friendly term. “Lets get you sat up. My name is DC from the Wolverine. What’s yours?” She supposed in the sense of giving information that a name was authorized and well, they knew she was from the Wolverine as they took her from there. As gently but with some insistence she took her by the shoulders to help her to sit up. Darklis was not encouraged to see her own hands shaking. “We need to look at your nose and keep it clear.”
- Darklis, CSO

The hunched figure continued to groan and Darkliss could tell her breathing was laboured. After what seemed like an age the figure finally responded.

It wasn’t like Darklis didn’t have time to be patient. All she had at the moment was time. Still the lag made her impatient - not so much because she wanted this show to get on the road so to speak but because if this woman’s condition was any worse, well, her skills were rapidly coming to a limit. The effort must have been substantial with the effort she took. That unnerved her. Finally the woman spoke .. DC leaned in to catch it.

“M......M........Mary.” She breathed as Darkliss helped her up. Mary groaned again with pain this time as she was helped up into a sitting position. She then began to shiver. It wasn’t cold. Mary was probably in some sort of shock or it was adrenaline kicking in.

“Hello Mary. This is a fine mess we have gotten into,” she said for want of anything else to say. Her relative optimism was thin at the moment and she honestly didn’t have anything encouraging to say. It all looked bleak. “The Captain is here. He’ll think of something.” Really, escape was everyone’s part but in any situation eyes did turn to the ranking person in the group to hold up as the vanguard of their cause.

“Th.....thanks.” She managed as she put an arm down on the slab that was a bed to help keep her balance.

Mary was looking weak. How long had she been here? Why? What did they ask her? Or do to her? Again, why? Darklis looked her over. Was she wearing a uniform? Was rank showing? Whatever the case, Mary was trembling. Coming from a family that by any standards would be considered huge that meant that Darklis did not shy from contact. “Come here,” she said gently putting an arm around her. “Let me help. I’m a science officer from the Wolverine.” As much as Darklis was aware that they were likely being observed, recorded and heard, DC was not concerned about giving anything away. They knew who she was before they caught the Captain, her and others. Her record was not a secret. And, for all intents and purposes, any accesses or information she might know would have been by now changed, locked off or was redundant information. Really, this old school waterboarding was unnecessary beyond the enjoyment of it. Or so Darklis thought. Would Mary feel her own self shaking?

Darklis, CSO

T’Pris helped Conway over to the slab and helped him ease down onto it.” Ensign, how badly are you injured?” She asked, looking to see how bad the disrupter hit in his shoulder was and if she could do anything to bandage it. Perhaps she could tear her uniform top to make a compress and bandage to stop any bleeding, she thought.

~Dr. T’Pris

OOC: I’ll take over Conway for a bit until Tejay is back.
IC:
Conway groaned and tried to move his shoulder, he hissed with pain.
“It hurts when I move it. As my Dad would say- Don’t move it then.” He replied with painful grin trying to make light of the situation.
“Looks like we’re in a spot of pickle here. A least we can see into the other cells. Is everyone okay?” He called out.

“Everyone else is fine…except for Dradvia, who they took away. How is your shoulder? Is it bleeding or is it injured only inside? Can I examine it? I may not be able to do much but I should be able to do some basic first aid.” T’Pris asked. Her medical concern coming to the fore. She had served as CMO on ships in the past and still carried her MD license.

Conway attempted to move his shoulder and then hissed with the pain. His shoulder was visibly bleeding although Conway hadn’t seemed to notice. It looked bad but not damaged beyond repair.
“Its, bad.” He replied bluntly and then seemed to register that Dradvia was missing.
“They. They took Dradvia? Where?” He asked making to stand.

T’Pris nodded in both answer to his question and in his injury. She quickly unzipped her uniform jacket and tore the sleeve off one side. Quickly and efficiently she wrapped it around his arm and shoulder in a tight bandage.
“I apologize, I know this hurts but we need to stop the bleeding.” She said.

Dr. T’Pris

Conway nodded and gritted his teeth as T’Pris wrapped his arm and shoulder. The uniform quickly became saturated with blood but it did stem the bleeding.
“Thank you, that feels much better. Now we have to figure out a way to get out here. Any ideas?” He asked looking around the cell.

“These are Romulan cells, the likelihood of us being to escape from them without tools is limited. Where they took Dradvia is unknown. She did not beam down here with us. From what was said she appeared to have history with someone the Romulans know as well and they were returning her to them.”

David immediately knelt by the figure’s side, checking pulse and determining what species his cellmate was. Not that it’d most likely matter, but if their internal anatomy was different, his limited ability to treat them would be equally different.

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

David would note that she was a Bajoran female and could assume that she was Commodore Oper Keme. The one they were meant to rescue. She stirred at his touch and she shot awake her eyes wide and suspicious. She backed away from him on the bed and moved towards the corner gathering her knees up and holding them. Her eyes then narrowed taking him in.
“Who are you, what do you want?” She asked curtly.

GM Budgie

“Commander David Morris, USS Wolverine, Ma’am,” David replied. “Checking your injuries to see what I can do. Is there anything you’ve found out while you’ve been here?”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

Commodore Oper’s frown deepened, if that were possible.
“Step back. Don’t touch me.” She replied quickly. David’s extensive Counselling background would tell him that Commodore Oper had likely experienced some trauma caused by the Romulans. Exactly what was hard to tell without knowing the full details. It was clear that she didn’t trust him or believe him in the slightest.

GM Budgie

David frowned, but her injuries weren’t obviously critical and establishing trust was most important. “Aye, ma’am, although once we’re safe I’ll need you to undergo a full med scan.” He took a step back. “What are your orders, Commodore?”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

OOC: Apologies when I said trauma I meant psychological trauma not physical.
IC:
Commodore Oper shuffled back even further, if that were possible.
“Why are you here? Why are you doing this to me? Haven’t you tortured me enough? Please just stop these sick games you’re playing. I can see through your disguise you know. Your tricks won’t work on me any more!” Her voice began to rise becoming almost shrill and her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and suspicion.

GM Budgie

T’Pris’ attention was caught by the Captain’s and Commodore’s conversation and she stepped to the door of her cell and looked toward the cell where they were held. “Captain, the Commodore is not cognizant of her surroundings. She is caught in a traumatic hallucinatory state. Just try and speak to her in a low, soft voice and back away from her slowly.”

~Dr. T’Pris

“That was my assessment, too, Doctor,” David agreed, doing as T’Pris had suggested and backing away a bit. “Ma’am, you have good reason to distrust that I’m who I say I am, but I can assure you I’m not lying. My officers and I were kidnapped in a similar manner to you.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Lieutenant Castle, how’s your cellmate?”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer

OOC: Bump . . Gene
OOC: apologies, been a manic week with the baby!

Commodore Oper glared back but seemed to ease a bit as David backed away. She too edged as far away from David as she could, she was already in the corner on the bed.
“I don’t believe you. Starfleet Officers wouldn’t allow themselves to be captured so easily. I won’t fall for your tricks you know! I’ve been here long enough to be wise to your..... mind games.” She snapped looking around the cell as though there were more occupants than just David.

GM Budgie