Remnants (Part 3 of 5)

Posted on 28 Oct 2016 @ 10:08pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant JG Lenaris Marika & Lieutenant JG Rahl Tyton Ph.D. & Ensign Miraj Derani & Ensign Ibrahim Qureshi M.D. & Chief Petty Officer Torgeir Naes & Chief Petty Officer Crispin Snow & Yasmin Khoroushi
Edited on on 28 Oct 2016 @ 10:15pm

2,398 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 12 - Recluse
Location: IKS Neg JoK/Paulson Nebula
Timeline: MD 03 - 0112 hrs

Previously, on Remnants (Part 2)...

The shot dazed Mimi and it took a couple of seconds before she regained her senses and looked up to see one of the Klingons kneeling on her chest pinning her down with his considerable bulk and pointing a pistol at her. Despite the pain from the wound in her hip she hissed and tried to claw at him, the Klingon leaned back out of the way of the swipe and slammed the but of the pistol into Mimi's face; knocking her out cold.

The standing guard laughed at the dead Klingon and muttered something in Klingon that roughly translated to 'stupid bastard' before ordering the man who'd beaten Mimi senseless to drag his body away. The man then faced Min and Noah, weapon drawn. "You two carry her. She tries that again you all die."

Min nodded and with help from Noah, lifted Mimi's unconscious form between them and dragged her out of the transport room, heading no doubt for a prison cell.

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

IKS Neg JoK - Detention Cell Beta

The brig was made up of two holding areas, alpha and beta, each about five meters square and lacked everything but the most basic of hygiene facilities.

Kohl went to the left hand side one and dropped the pink haired girl onto the floor with no care. She made no sound, and if the fall had hurt, she hadn't gained consciousness to feel it. No doubt she'd bleed out in an hour or so and he be back to dump the body into space. Until then the female was not his problem. He went back to rhe transporter room pausing only to engage the force field.

The group of Klingons dragged Rahl's unconscious body to the cell. One of them aimed a distruptor at the cell to keep anyone from coming out the others dropped the containment field and tossed Rahl in. One of them gave him another kick with a growl for good measure. That particular Klingon looked like he had been punched a few times in the face. They raised the containment field back up and stalked away.

Qureshi, who looked and seemed nearly half dead was thrown into the the least crowded of the two detention cells. Detention Cell Beta. He waited till he heard the hum of the force field activate before he opened an eye to look around. He came face to face with a very pale looking pink haired pilot that he recognized. He'd forgotten her name -- though to be fair he was horrible with names anyway. He moved tentatively, looking around the cell before moving towards her and reaching his hand out like a coiled snake to quickly check her pulse. Finding one -- albeit weakened -- he seemed spurred into action. He very quickly began assessing her injuries.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" Qureshi said, attempting to rouse Miraj.

The young ensign didn't move, but did make a sound, a small whimper, "Ow."

Qureshi went to work, first by checking just how many injuries she had and assessing their severity. He would need to start addressing the worst first and had no clue as to the extent of her wounds. He instantly wished he had a medical tricorder, but doing it the old fashioned way was just going to have to suffice.

Miraj struggled to a sitting position, and immediately wished she hadn't. But she looked around anyway, anxiety writ large on her face. "Where's Luke? Commander Wyatt? Did he make it?"

"I have no clue," the young intern said unhelpfully. Bedside manner was never his forte and it was made less so by the current conditions they were in. "I need you to lay back. There is quite a lot of bleeding that we need to control." Though the blood loss was concerning, Qureshi was more worried about shock at this point. He instinctively looked around and asked the group, "did anyone see Dr. Allyndra, or Dr. Voutilainen?"

Miraj's guts turned to ice. The Admiral had sent Luke below, to repel borders. Had he even had a chance to get to the pods, or had he been cut down by the Klingons. she couldn't believe that. she'd seen him in action. "I was in the same pod as Dr. Allyndra. Did she not get beamed with me?

The doctor frowned, but more so at the injury he was looking at, then the idea Allyndra might not be among them. He remembered she asked a question and looked at her confused for a moment before saying, "maybe she's in the other cell." He looked away but as an afterthought added, "Perhaps Commander Wyatt is there also? Oh, and this is going to hurt a little." He ripped a small section of her uniform to expose the worst of her wounds and frowned again. While it was relatively small, the slight avulsion of the skin made the wound rough, as if the object that had punctured her were jagged.

"In the spirit of honesty, this isn't going to be easy to fix without plasma and a dermal regenerator." He said it matter-of-factly. "However, I've been told it can be a source of comfort to, um, a patient to give something hopeful, so the positive news is I can at least stop the bleeding. At least I think I can."

"Thanks," she said through gritted teeth. "It could be worse. We could be at sea in the 1700s and you need to amputate.

The beam-out had been chaotic - moreso for the fact that so few of the Vincenzo's current crew were upwardly mobile. So, to be forcibly ripped from their dying vessel and transported onto the gritty decks of a Klingon vessel was jarring to say the least.

For his part, Terje tried to offer what protection he could to Yasmin - little as it proved to be. Even if he had not been wounded, he would have had little chance against a full grown Klingon - let alone half a dozen - in these circumstances. They moved fast with brutal efficiency - anticipating what meager defense might be offered and countering the efforts immediately. A boot to his thigh left Terje seeing stars as he was hauled up to his feet and shoved toward an already crowded cell. Before he could turn to check on any of the others, he felt fire lance through his chest, and then he was falling once again.

Snow caught his room mate before he had a chance to add concussion and brain damage to the list of injuries and guided his fall to the floor as best as he could.

With Terje passed out he turned his attention to the Cell. The forcefield emitters were properly sunk, and there was no obvious way to lift the close fitting bulkhead panels that lined the cell. "Have we got anything we can use as tools?"

Not completely out, perhaps ... though damn if he couldn't still feel the rolling shock of the pain stick through his body. Tugging at Crispin's sleeve, Terje nodded toward the boot on his injured leg. "Knife," he whispered, unable to draw the limb up far enough to retrieve it himself.

Snow pretended to check Terje's injured leg, found the small knife, and tucked it under his shirt. The small blade would only be any good as a weapon in the hands of the combat bunnies in the other cell, but as a prise bar, or a screw driver, or a wire cutter, it was far more use to him.

Abbey was dragged by two Klingon's each holding one of her arms, her legs dragged behind her like a train of a long dress except hers left a trail of blood and broken memories. From afar it would look as if the two men were dragging a limp lifeless body to an air lock for disposal that's how bad she looked. Her uniform, if you could call it that now was burnt, torn and ripped showing far to much for a woman from the onslaught of abuse and torture she had endured over the past few hours. She didn't remember much of how she ended up on the ship or where she was. She had planned to escape but thought of that died when the first group of roughly eight Klingon's came for her.... she'd always remember the look on the faces, the greed, the lust and Then after the fourth... Only then did they question her. She was beaten and bruised, her eyes were open into small slits the noise's and lights to bright for her pounding head to endure, he limbs just hung like dead weight in the Klingons grip she had no more fight to give and no more life to live. She had tried so hard to stay in that safe place off her mind but even that came crashing down and she couldn't rebuild it. No place was safe now now even her own mind. She could register the sounds of talking, Human's talking as someone tapped on a console, a collective gasp followed a metallic swish as she moved quickly and was thrown into a cell with a thump the pain to insignificant to register on her already sickening body. She lay on the floor defeated with her back flush against the metallic coldness of the cell, faces she could make out studied her in shook and horror, finally she sobbed. Tears began to fall slowly down her cheek's cutting a burning path through the dried blood and ash but it could not wash away the pain and memories of the past 24 hours. The cells light beamed on the roof, she studied it imagining it to be heaven opening up to welcome her in, death would be such an easy escape from this hell.

With Yasmin nominally alright, and Terje not dying, and the doctors busy with the pink haired pilot, Crispin knelt at her side, found her breathing, and took her hand. "Hey. Can you hear me?" his fingers closed over her pulse, counting the beats.

Abbey stirred as the cool, soft touch held her broken hand and spoke. The words seemed foreign for a moment and then she realised they were human, "Ok" she replied in a raspy broken voice.

"Just stay still. We've got medics, they'll be with you in a second. "Crispin assured her, and gave Abbey's hand a squeeze. "Just hold on."

Settling down beside the large man, Yasmin folded her arms around her knees as she fought tears, wanting to to remain strong - if only on the surface. Crispin was occupied with the newcomer and he was welcome to it. She opted to stay out of the way; seeing that her companion was trying to remain conscious, she decided to help him. "I ... ah ... I don't think I caught your name," she started. "I know Crispin calls you Moose, but ..."

"Because I'm large," Terje offered, flashing a half-smile as he shifted to take some of the pressure off of his leg. "Torgier Naess, though most just call me Terje."

He spoke with an accent - Yasmin's mind told her that it was the injury that caused his words to slur some. "I'm Yasmin. You probably know that, though." His head dipped and she bit her lip. Suddenly, the urge to talk was stifled by the need to hold back tears. She'd hoped to see Noah in here, but he wasn't. The confines were so close, it could be possible she had missed him in the crush, but something told her for sure he wasn't here. Which meant he was either in the other cell or ... A large hand closed over her knee and squeezed gently. Terje spoke no words, and if anything his gaze offered little hope beyond uncertainty. But the comfort was there at least and she took it as she could and nodded.

Still half stunned by the events of the past few minutes, Marika cautiously made her way towards the battered Abbey. Looking around as she did to make sure the others weren't dying or something as unpleasant as that, she nodded with a warm smile in Yasmin's direction.

She made sure to keep an eye on the door in case more surprises were at hand and knelled down, gently brushing the other woman's shoulder with her fingers. "I wasn't expecting to find a sleeping beauty here today." She smiled down at the woman with warmth and kindness. "Let me help you to a wall. We can look at those bruises."

Abbey despite all she had been through broke a thin smile, she knew there was not much they could do for her but she tried to help herself up. Instead it turned into more of a drag. At least one ore more rib was broken, two of her fingers pointed in the wrong direction, her right eye was surrounded in blue and black rings and could only open up a fraction. Her clothes were more revealing than she'd like even for her. "Thanks" She said in her current dry raspy voice, the moisture gone hours ago.

Crispin helped move her against the wall. "Not a problem. You'll be right as rain in no time, drinking Mai Tais on Risa. Have you been? Its a magical place?"

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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RADM Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

Commander Langdale Wiggins
First Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Natalya Kirilova
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Junior Grade Lenaris Marika
Archaeologist/Anthropologist
USS Galileo

Ensign Ryan Alexander
Operations Officer
USS Galileo

CWO3 Greg Mitchell
Security Officer
USS Galileo

CPO Torgier Naess
Security Officer
USS Galileo

Cmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical and Second Officer
USS Galileo

PO2 T'Lin
Biochemistry expert
PNPC Warraquim
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Junior Grade Eelim Galan
Security Officer
USS Galileo
(PNPC MacKenzie)

Petty Officer Eviess
Medical Officer
USS Galileo

LT Cmdr Luke Wyatt
Chief Strategic Operations officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Junior Grade Amaranai Franklin
Assistant Chief Security and Tactical
USS Galileo

Ensign Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo
&
CPO2 Crispin Snow
Operations Officer

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