Advena: Part 1

Posted on Sun Aug 23rd, 2020 @ 1:34pm by Lieutenant Commander P’rel M.D & Petty Officer 3rd Class Sam Saghir

Mission: The Shadow of Arachne
Location: Deck 7
Timeline: MD1: Concurrent with 'Sickbay'
768 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

ON: Deck 7, Corridors.

Petty Officer Sam Saghir walked nervously down the corridors of deck 7, his stomach twisted with angst seeing the passageway lined with pop-beds, medical blankets draped over humanoid shapes beneath; at least a dozen as he passed by on his way to sickbay. He hadn't been to Starfleet Academy, he was a technical specialist, this wasn't within the realms of what he was trained to deal with. He stepped past a crewmate placing another blanket over the face of a human man wearing a red uniform, he didn't recognise him.

Sam walked gingerly into sickbay; a bustling hive of activity as seriously wounded patients were frantically but thoroughly treated on bio beds. He was relieved to see his OC, Lieutenant P'rel, slumped in a chair on the far side of the room; green blood was dried across her face from an apparent head wound. Stepping closer, he wasn't really sure if she was awake, "Uhhhh ma'am?" he asked, awkwardly.

The Vulcan opened one eye and found the nervous Saghir stood in front of her; "Report" she ordered flatly, seeing no reason to get into any other discussions with the young man.

"Oh" he replied, almost surprised at the direction, "erm yes, well - uhh ma'am the intelligence suite is out of action, and it's low priority I believe; I've been repairing....something...in engineering and -"

"That's fine" P'rel cut him off, he head pulsing with every pointless syllable he rattled at her. "I need you to pull all the sector reports on Breen activity..." she rubbed her head as she sat up straighter, "...specifically all known movements of Thot Tan in the last 5 days". She sighed, partially from pain and partially from exasperation; "anything else of note"?

"Not really Lieutenant" Sam replied shaking his head, he rotated his right shoulder which had become sore, either from crawling the cramped workspaces of Athena or from being shoved by the hot headed commander in engineering.

"You are injured?" P'rel asked, concerned that if Saghir were to be out of action then she might have to rely on the Brand the spy.

"Oh uhh no, no I'm fine. Just a little tension broke out in engineering with some Bolian dude..."

P'rel raised an eyebrow critically, if looks could kill then for such a crass word a thousand targs would be feasting on Saghir at that moment.

Correcting himself quickly, he felt his face go bright red; "Commander, Bolian Commander. Lieutenant Commander!" he added quickly, "uhhh sorry Lieutenant". Sam rolled his sleeves back down his arms, anxiously and hopefully discreetly trying to remove any other signs of unprofessional conduct.

"What...?" P'rel asked, her mind ablaze as much now with the words of her PO3 as the searing pain. She tilted her head as a medical attendant pressed a hypospray to her neck, the cool fluid washed over her head and face and a great deal of the pain, though very little of the dizziness, disappeared. "Saghir, a Bolian Lieutenant Commander. You're sure?"

Sam nodded, "yeah, definitely. Jumpy fellow. Lost his temper and shoved me, but I mean...we're all under pressure right...?"

"Some probably more than others Petty Officer Saghir" came P'rel's cryptic reply. She tapped her comm badge to open a computer link; "Computer, locate all Boilian lifesigns aboard Athena".

Her comm badge chirped, and the familiar voice replied loud enough for her, and probably Sam, to hear; "There is one active directory search with those parameters. All lifesigns accounted for. One additional lifesign present. Deck 8. Phaser Control".

P'rel and Sam locked eyes. An additional Bolian was sboard, and it looked like someone else had discovered the same thing. "Get down to Deck 8, identify and observe him".

Sam bit his lip as hit stomach did flips, "Should I call for support...? I..."

"No." P'rel interrupted, hushing herself as a second hypospray was placed on her neck though with no resulting sensation this time. "No" she repeated in a quieter voice, "it sounds like someone else is on the way, but locate him."

"Yes ma'am" Sam said, nodding at his OC and heading out of sickbay.

Leaving sickbay, Sam gingerly stepped over a deceased crewmate laying in their pop-bed. He had to open the geffries egress, as he didn't want to tie up the turbolift network for a single deck journey. "Sorry" he whispered, knocking the unknown comrade as he climbed over him or her, "very sorry" he repeated, before closing the hatch and descending the ladder to the deck 8.

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Lieutenant P'rel
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Athena

Petty Officer Third Class Sam Saghir (PNPC P'rel)
Intelligence
USS Athena