Life in the Asylum | Part II-C

Posted on Saturday, 21 August 2021 - 3:38pm by Captain Barret Stillwater & Commander Soral & Lieutenant T'Lanna Vali

Mission: Operation: Lazarus

{ON}

Pickles had found the medical kits and supplies for treating radiation exposure. The others, himself included were beginning to experience a plethora of problems from headaches to fevers. There was dizziness and disorientation among them. He was no medic, but he did what he could to tend to his friends and shipmates.

He made his way over to T'Lanna as she was ranking officer. "Morale is not so good ma'am. They are starting to lose hope, some think we are the only survivors. What if that's true?" Pickles did not want to dwell on that.

“I doubt that’s true” T’Lanna offered the best smile she could given their circumstances. She massaged her temples, she had a headache and a half but she wasn’t sure if that was caused by her senses returning without the inhibitor on, or the radiation. “All I know is... we can’t stand this radiation exposure for much longer.”

Pickles nodded. "No, we really can't. I'm afraid the others are in worse shape. They were awfully close to the Trellium-D at the time of...whatever happened. It felt like we were attacked and the red alert. Their health is going downhill."

He had noticed that she was rubbing her temples. "Are you okay, ma'am?"

T’Lanna offered a brief smile but shrugged her shoulders. “It’s just a... headache” She sighed as she noticed her radiation burns had gotten further along her skin even with the anti radiation meds. “What about you? Are you okay?”

"No," he replied simply. "I feel like a rat trapped in a radioactive cage, but I'm not going to gain any sweet superpowers from any of this...if I even live long enough to get out of here alive," he added with a heavy sigh. "We have to be able to do something."

T’Lanna nodded. “Question is what? We’ve got an obvious radiation leak, but how bad we can’t tell because nothing is operating!” She looked around. “Can we get that station working if we use parts from the damaged stations? At least that way we might be able to contact the bridge.”

Not bad thought Pickles. "We should be able to ma'am, in theory at least. They took a beating and power is definitely out on this deck," he reminded her. "But that doesn't mean we are completely screwed....excuse my language."

He quickly scurried about and collected a few tricorders that they had been using prior to the attack. "These are separate, individual and working. It's a little beyond my doing, but there's a Ops person in here who's not looking so great. They may be able to use the power from the tricorders to get a console up and running for a moment or two."

T’Lanna nodded. “I can help, I have Ops training.” She offered a warm smile. “Let’s get those who are able up on their feet, give them something to concentrate on.”

Pickles nodded. "Here," he said handing T'Lanna the tricorders. "I'll go get the Petty Officer from Operations. I'll give them another round of radiation exposure treatment that the Doctor put in the med kits, but we are running low and the effects aren't lasting as long."

T’Lanna nodded. “If you need more for them, give them part of my dose. My exposure is still progressing anyway, if we can do this then we may get out of here sooner. If we don’t... then at least I’ll be able to say goodbye to my Son and to Raith.”

Petty Officer Belladonna wiped the sweat off his brow. It was starting to get hot...or was he running a fever. He looked up and noted two other crew members coming his way; his vision being blurry he could not tell who was who.

T’Lanna offered a smile as she moved towards the Petty Officer. “Petty Officer we need your help, do you feel up to doing some work?”

Pickles did as T'Lanna had suggested and took some of her doses, loaded it up into a hypospray, and pressed it against Belladonna's neck. "That should give you some relief for a short while at least. We have two broken consoles in here, damaged from the attack. There's no power on this deck as you can surmise from our being stuck in here."

He gestured to the tricorders. "Can we take parts and pieces from one of the broken consoles and get one of them in working shape? I thought maybe we could use the tricorders as a power source. I know it's a shot in the dark and if it is possible, we'd have like a minute of not less."

"Yeah," Belladonna shook his head. "We can do that...anyone have phasers?" He pointed to a young crewman. "He's from engineering he can help."

Pickles shrugged. "I don't make it a habit of carrying a phaser around aboard the ship. I'm not security" replied Pickles. "Though there may be one tucked underneath one of the consoles. I once heard Captain Stillwater in the corridor with his husband, talking about placing phasers 'under every damn console'" Pickles stated with an imitation of the Captain.

"Find one," Belladonna said. "I'll get the engineer. Lieutenant I will need your help."

T’Lanna nodded, at least this was keeping her mind off their predicament for now. “Tell me what you need.”

{OFF - To Be Continued}