Flooded

Posted on Tue Nov 11th, 2025 @ 6:13am by Lieutenant Commander Savin

Mission: Aeon's End
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD3
639 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure

With the CMO injured during the attack early in the morning, Savin had been called to sickbay to assist and take over the direction of medical personnel. His experience in the medical field made him suitable to the task. He was familiar with the medical staff as he had been pulling sickbay duty on his own request for quite some time now. He just never had expected to be running the place, again.

He looked towards the bed where Ame had been made comfortable but he wasn't sure how long before they had to move her to a stasis unit, her condition was grim at best. He turned as he sensed commotion in the main area, rushing forward with a few nurses in town as more crew members stumbled in. They radiated a mix of pain and fear, almost overwhelming the counselor with the strength of their feelings. Gesturing towards one of the very few vacant beds, the most seriously injured of the group were directed there. The rest, those without life threatening injury, would have to either find a chair or sit in the floor until there was time to get them help.

The medical staff were working hard to treat the injured but he couldn't get a single coherent answer when he asked what or who had caused their injuries. He turned when a nurse lightly tapped his arm and pointed to direct his attention to a body on a stretcher. He gritted his teeth to avoid a cry of frustration as he observed the body was missing the lower half of his arm and there were deep lacerations across his chest. "Who did this," he asked noone in particular. "What causes such injuries?

He looked up at the sudden flash of the red alert, even if the deafening noise went unheard. And then at the people who ran into the medical bay, their faces laced with terror. He caught a fleeting image of what might be an extremely large representation of a bug, a very frightening image indeed. But even if there was an invasion, treatment still had to continue. He couldn't lock down sickbay in the hope of keeping invaders out. He looked back at those that had taken refuge and repeated his question. Surely they knew, since they fled from it?

A young man, white-faced with terror, stepped forward. "I don't know what they are exactly," he explained with trembling voice, "but they attack everyone. They're not destroying anything else, only the population." He made a scissoring motion with his fingers. "I've seen them cut limb, and even cut someone right in half with what looked like mandibles. Phasers seem useless against their armour."

Savin watched him speak in utter horror, occasionally glancing at his PADD to confirm that he understood right. "Sit down," he told the young man, "sit, before you fall." Clearly, he was in shock from what he had witnessed. Even if phasers might not harm the invaders, they could still be used as repellants. "Anyone able, grab a phaser," he ordered, "we must protect our injured and the staff trying to help them."

As he spoke, more dying crew was being brought in, and there wasn't any more room to put them. Out of necessity, Savin selected one of the isolation wards to be cleared, and have the dying placed there. Sickbay was flooded, and they couldn't keep up. No information was coming in barring the flashing red alert lights. And apparently no-one could be reached to attain more information as Comms seemed to be malfunctioning.

As best as he could, Savin directed the available staff to care for the injured and make the dying as comfortable as possible. He sent an orderly to the bridge to report on the situation, there was no other way to let them know.