Licking Our Wounds (Part 1)

Posted on Sun Oct 2nd, 2022 @ 12:41am by Captain Maho Takahashi & Commander Keisuke Takahashi 'K.T.' & Commander Elisabeth Churchill & Commander Victor Delling MD & Lieutenant Commander Brandon Pratt & Lieutenant Commander Brennyn Scott M.D. & Lieutenant JG Jane Sinclair & Master Chief Petty Officer William Pitsenbarger & Lieutenant Wyndon Rapisarta

967 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Trade Troubles
Location: USS Myogi
Timeline: Concurrent with "Storming the Nikko"

There had been a lull in the ship-to-ship fighting since the Myogi's torpedo attack, and though Commander Iwaki hadn't expressed it, Maho had a feeling they had seriously damaged the Nebula class starship in the assault, and now that they had away teams on board, they would surely distract the Nikko's crew from making repairs, which gave the Myogi a much-needed respite to determine how much of a beating they had taken:

Maho sat in the command chair on the bridge while Keisuke had gone below to inspect the damage, as he had temporarily assumed Commander Misono's shipboard duties while the first officer was leading the away teams.

"All departments, damage report:" Maho ordered.

"We have a drop in efficiency of twenty-nine percent in the impulse drive and damage to four RCS thrusters," Jane reported.

"Ops, reroute nonessential power to the warp drive." Maho ordered. "Helm, can we still fly with the damaged thrusters?"

“We might not be able to dance on the head of a pin, Captain, but we can move,” Jane answered. “It’ll just feel a bit sluggish.”

"Engineering here, Captain." Brandon Pratt hailed sounding stressed. "We've got some pressure release valve damages to the RCS thrusters, minor damage to the core matrix, although a severe miss alignment. I'm attempting at repairs to compensate immediately." Pratt had spoke informing the bridge. "Don't push her too hard, that's a fair warning until I get this controlled! Damage repair groups are assigned to various decks. I've got power issues... I could go onward. But its being fixed."

"Understood, Engineering:" Maho responded. "Do you have a timeline on how long the repairs are going to take?"

"A few fixes here and there and she is running smoothly within 20-25 minutes tops. The matrix assembly can be worked simulatenously. " Lt. Brandon Pratt replied. "Warp power is at your command to Warp 7 Ma'am." Replied Pratt.

“Confirmed,” added Jane from helm. “Up to warp seven stands ready.” She was pleased the RCS wouldn’t take long, so she could control the ship at one hundred percent effectiveness.

"Thank you, engineering." Maho said. "Bridge out."

Bree had had her hands full insect be tending to a variety of injuries that could be expected from battle. Plasma burns, broken bones, and all sorts of lacerations were sometimes the best anyone could hope for when being rocked and rolled. Scott was tempted to inquire as to the Captain's well-being, but she thought better of it. Just because the captain was pregnant, that didn't mean she was entirely fragile or would appreciate attention being called to her specifically. Naturally, if anything was wrong with her or the baby, someone in sick bay would've heard about it.

The counselor hesitated to report in. Victor was in charge and although he didn't strike her as the type that would stand on formalities, she also didn't know him that well and did not want to get off on the wrong foot with him by making it seem as though she were stepping on his toes. She decided to do the next best thing, searching for him and checking to see if he'd even heard the request for report.

Victor and Wyndon were both working on a patient, who was rapidly spraying dark blood onto Victor's blue uniform. Victor was quietly directing the scene.

"Get a stasis field on that bleeder." He instructed "Apply it from the distal angle so I can pull my fingers out. Good" The nurse at his side was pale, and trembled as she did as she was told. Victor looked up at Wyndon and "You ready Wyn?"

A nod from the other doctor, and they switched places easily as if they'd executed it a million times. Victor stepped away, towards Bree and offered her a tired smile.

It was difficult, but Scott managed to resist the urge to jump in and assist when she saw the spurting blood. It wasn't exactly her specialty, but she knew as a Starfleet officer and a physician, one had to be prepared to help anywhere. She watched as Victor and members of his team worked perfectly in sync despite the stressful situation.

Bree returned his tired smile. "Nice work. Looks like you've created a well coordinated team. The bridge is looking for an update and I didn't wanna step on your toes, but if you need a few minutes for a breather, I can update them for you, or do something else for you while you take care of that?"

"We've worked together before. Handpicked them." he nodded to the surgeon who was deftly repairing the arterial wound that had painted Victor with blood. "We're old friends, Wyndon is the best vascular repair surgeon this generation."

"I'm glad to hear the patient is in good hands," Scott replied. "If you like, I can head to triage while you report to the bridge?"

"Do that, I'll change my shirt in the meantime." He offered her a grateful smile and nodded towards triage "I'll meet you in there in a minute."

"Sounds good," Scott answered, turning and heading back into the fray.

Elisabeth sat on a biobed holding a cold compress to her head. The diplomat had staggered into sickbay after the violent motions of the ship had caused her to lose her footing and hit her head hard enough to draw blood. However, Elisabeth knew she was a lower priority patient, even as she received a compress for her head, for from her biobed, she had a view of the crewman actively bleeding out over the doctors.

Fortunately, Elisabeth's bleeding appeared to be slowing down, as less blood was turning up on the most recent compress she had been handed. However, she was still in no shape to report in for her department.

To be continued...

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