[Galaxy] [Yorktown] 2159.01.17- Plot Log - Morgan/Ca'daar/D. Tayor/J. Taylor

Sat Jan 17 20:09:31 PST 2009

~~Engineering~~

"RECE...?" David called: retracting his arms carefully from Jennifer: his
head swinging around the room in a desperate search. The realization of what
his wife had said was plain. But the memory of her also being in the Engine
Room during the attack caused him great distress.

"Defender...?" David yelled: the first traces of fear touching his voice.
"Michelle? Aaron? Fritz?"

Every muscle, bone, joint and any other part of the body Rece felt was still
attached to her....hurt.   The last thing she could remember was launching
herself at Jennifer when she saw the walkway giveway.  What happened after
that was pretty much a blur and a jumble of jarring, painful impacts.

At the sound of her name Rece moaned and tried to move, pushing herself up.
A wave of nausea crashed over her. She would have lost everything in her
stomach, if there had been anything there.  Instead she doubled over as her
abdomen cramped painfully and she went into a coughing fit.  "David?" She
managed to croak out.  "I think..(cough) I'll lie...(cough) here for a
bit....(cough)..."

Slowly Da'nak started to move. His exposed right arm and face stung like
mad. Probably burns from the console he thought to himself. His antennae
screamed at him from where they had impacted the wall during the explosion.
He could hear someone calling out from what seemed like a hundred miles away
as he managed to carefully drag himself into a sitting position. At least he
knew he wasn't dead, he hurt to damn much for that.

    He tried to call back, but the effort sent a shaft of pain through his
head like a dagger causing him to squint his eyes shut. So this is what the
inside of a whirlpool looks like, he thought to himself absently as he sat
there, trying to piece together the world around him.

Jennifer made her way to Rece to check on her. On her way to Rece, Jennifer
saw in the dim lighting a blue figure and knew it was Da'nak. Changing
directions she made her way to him due to not having heard a response from
him. "Defender?..."

The helmsman raised his hand and opened his mouth as if to speak, then waved
the thought away as he clasped the hand against his left eye. The pressure
seemed to provide him with at least a bit of relief from whatever was
causing the pain in his head. He panted for a second, then summoned up the
energy to say "P-p-p-present..." In a small voice, before he winced in pain
again.

While Jennifer made her way toward the Andorian, David continued on his way
toward Rece. Carefully starting to kneel beside her, he saw movement from
the corner of his eye. With a quick glance backward, he noticed Michelle
Yearly walking gingerly around the floor.

"You okay?" David asked the Petty Officer with concern - already setting
himself beside the Yorktown's Captain.

"Yeah..." Michelle said with a quick nod (although her now noticeable
limping spoke volumes against her answer).

"Go see if you can get someone from Medical down here." David said with a
gesture toward the Hatchway out of the Engine Room. "Someone said something
about seeing a couple of Corpsman out there earlier. See if they're still
around..."

"Also..." David interjected quickly. "See if anyone's found out what's
happening on the Bridge...We need to find out what's happening up there."

Without waiting for a reply (although David was aware of Michelle's exit),
David fully returned his attention to Rece. "So..." David asked with a look
at Rece's head: checking for any notable bumps or bleeding. "How do you like
the Engine Room?" he asked in a dry tone, but allowing a small smile to his
face.

Rece took several deep breaths and slowly exhaled.  The breathing exercises
seemed to ease the cramps in her abdomen. Turning her head she looked at
David and gave him a smile.  "You have an interesting style.  But if I knew
you were going to go this crazy with redecorating, I'm thinking I should
have left you at home." She tried to chuckle but it sent her stomach into
another set of spasms and she began coughing again.

"Oh..." David said with the same smile - still looking over Rece's injuries.
There wasn't a lot that he could do to help her (Anatomy and Physiology were
not of his stronger suits in the Scientific Knowledge). But he would do what
he could to help her. "But you didn't bring me along for my 'decorating'
techniques, did you?"

Rece sat up and gave him a half smile.  "No I didn't"

Jennifer looked at Da'nak, her thoughts went to the sacrifices to his person
that he'd made to save them all. "Oh my gosh Da'nak," she said softly, "let
me see if there's anything I can do." She knew some basic First Aid, but
she'd never studied if Andorians would react the same way to it as humans.

Not being totally confident in her abilities she kept looking around and
gently she started checking the Defender's head to see if there was any
serious injuries outside of the earlier cut. Uncertainly she took her
fingers and touched one of his antennae, she wanted to make sure they were
still securely attached to his head.

Hearing a noise a little distance away she saw two Corpsmen walk in the
room. With a bit of a sigh of relief she motioned for them to come over and
help the Andorian that she'd started to think of as a friend.

<tags Da'nak (and Corpsman?)>

With a quick word Jennifer asked one of the Corpsmen to help the Defender
and the other she directed to the Captain's location.

David noticed the movements of one of the Corpsmen: moving quickly to the
Captains' place on the floor. Giving Rece a comforting pat to the hand, he
moved back, and allowed the Medical Crewperson room to work...

Rece looked at the corpsman.  It was the young woman from earlier. Holding
up a hand she stop her from talking.  "I know.. you told me not to move.  I
will got to medical, just not yet."

(tag corpsman? )

David turned his head at a rushed sound: watching Fritz Vogel nearly running
back into Engineering. "We've got a problem..." he said without regard for
anything else going on around him - heading for one of the last Auxiliary
Stations left intact.

David waited for (what seemed) a long moment. As the pregnant silence went
unanswered, David began motioning for the Petty Officer to continue. "What
is it, Fritz?" he asked impatiently.

As the words left David's mouth, Fritz turned back toward the Crewmembers.
"This." he said simply, and pressed a button on the control panel...

The Monitor situated directly above Fritz 'flickered', and the image of an
NX Class Starship appeared. David felt a welling of happiness form in the
pit of his stomach at the sight. Rising to his feet, he began dusting away
bits of dirt and grime from his uniform. "Who is it?" David asked with an
excited voice.

"Meridian? Challenger?" (He said the last word with a bit of hopeful
expectation: he hadn't seen the Challenger since his reassignment, and he
was encouraged by the possibility of his former post coming to help the
Yorktown with this particular problem).

A frustrated look took Fritz's face, and he shook his head slowly. Returning
to the Control Board, the image of the Vessel began to tighten: the Ship
Registry becoming more visible as the lettering became clearer...

David felt his throat tightening. His breath tried to hold in that throat at
the paradoxical sight, and he shook his head in response. "What the hell?"
David asked in total disbelief.

Rece struggled to her feet.   She didn't feel  well but she need to see the
screen.    After making her way there she leaned in as saw something that
made her blink.  "Does that say what I think it does?"  She rubbed her eyes.
"HMS Yorktown?!"

TO BE CONTINUED
~~~
Cmdr Rece Morgan - CO
Defender Da'nak Ca'daar - CHO
Lt David Taylor - CEO
Eng Jennifer Taylor - CCO

-- 
RM

"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in
the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."
-Calvin & Hobbes
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