USS PATRIOT: Various ("In from the Cold")

From: Nai (naomi_lara_at_optusnet.com.au)
Date: Mon Apr 30 2007 - 05:01:13 PDT


"In from the Cold"
Cont' from Rahul's "Thin Lines'
 
 =/\=
Location: USS PATRIOT
Scene: Sickbay
=/\=
 
 
Tam found a corner in sickbay and tried to keep out of the medics way as 
they scrambled around their two patients.  Both officers were totally 
unresponsive to the light, heat and activity around them.   The exposed 
skin that Tam could see of their faces was as white as that of a corpse, 
their lips were a faint tinge blue.  Niala couldn't even see them draw 
breath.
 
One of the doctors shouted and it got her attention.  "Counselor, get 
some blankets, now!"  The woman barked at her in the middle of carrying 
out various diagnosis and evaluations.  Niala scrambled to do as she had 
been directed.  Meanwhile, she could hear words being bantered about 
between the medics indicating patient status. 
 
Niala retrived an armful and approached the medics who leapt on them 
like wolves on a carcass.  Within seconds her arms were empty and the 
blankets were quickly unfurled and wrapped around the two patients to 
try and prevent any further loss in body temperature, and also to 
protect them from the exposure to the heat of the room.
 
Closer to the two officers now, she could see they were in a precarious 
state.  She couldn't yet tell if they were even alive or dead.  They 
looked like a pair of corpses.  If it wasn't for the medical team 
working on stablising them, she would have given them up for dead.
 
Niala sensed she was in the way, and quickly retreated.
 
=/\=
Time: Approximately an hour later
=/\=
 
Jones walked into Sickbay, and at first glance, couldn't see Kenta.  But 
she could see the one of the doctors and quickly made a bee-line to the 
aCMO.  "Doctor?"  She sought to gain the medico's attention.
 
The woman, Tessa Dungan, turned around and smiled at the Commanding 
Officer.  "I was about to come and give you a report."  She responded 
and gestured for Helice to follow her over to a private alcove.
 
"And?"  The aCMO brought her into the alcoves and Jones came to a stop 
when she saw Kenta, and further back, Sterling.  They were both 
unconscious, and had several layers of thermal blankets over them.  
Helice stepped closer to Ben even as the doctor continued to speak.
 
"They were admitted suffering were severe hypothermia.  And it was lucky 
we found them when we did. Both of them had cardiac arrhythmia, and 
their vascular system had started to collapse, organ shutdown.  Another 
hour or so..."  The woman let the statement trail off.  She didn't need 
to say it.
 
"They're fine now?"  Helice rested her hand on Ben's shoulder for a 
moment.  She felt for the young man, so serious and professional.  She 
sometimes felt sorry for him. 
 
The woman nodded warily.  "They're recovering.  We're bringing their 
core temperature up slowly, so they'll be there for a few hours yet.  
Aside from the hypothermia, the Commander suffered a subdural hematoma 
from a depressed skull fracture.  Ironically, it was the very nature of 
the hypothermia that reduced the damage that created to his brain.  
Nonetheless, I suspect he'll suffer from some retrograde amnesia.  The 
extent and severity won't become known until he awakes."  She said with 
the faintest of frowns.  There was little they could do but await for 
Ben to wake up and find out by questioning.
 
Helice's mouth tightened for a moment and nodded.  His skin where she 
touched him was cool.  She sighed and moved away.  The remains of the 
Columbia were in shuttle bay, and according to the engineers, the 
temperature inside had gone sub-zero.  It was quite remarkable they had 
survived almost twelve hours in it.
 
The doctor nodded her head towards Sterling for a moment.  "The 
Lieutenant's condition was worse in regards to the hypothermia, but with 
treatment, she's bouncing back faster then he is.  I think she might be 
able to be released tonight.  The Commander must remain a while longer, 
very certainly overnight."  She added, glancing back at the CO.
 
=/\=
Scene: Bridge
=/\=
 
Tellah glanced up at the screen, her eyes flicking from one readout to 
the view screen.  They were being hailed.  "Colonel, I think it's the 
Counterstrike, and an unknown ship.  She's sending Clarkson's signal."  
  The Ops officer reported.  Jones wasn't on the Bridge, so Maverick was 
in charge.  She hoped he didn't get to like it too much, because she 
preferred Kenta over the marine.
 
But of course she wasn't going to say that.
 
"Open a frequency to the Counterstrike."  Maverick ordered as McKlellan 
watched the view screen intently.  After a few moments, the two ships 
appeared out of the mists of the nebula side by side.
 
"Patriot to Counterstrike."  Maverick called out when Tellah opened the 
communication signal.
 
Daniel appeared on the viewscreen from the Bridge of the Counterstrike.  
He appeared satisfied, but something in his face was hard.  [[Afternoon 
Colonel.  We come baring gifts.  We apprehended several of the pirates 
and one ship.]]  He reported to Maverick.
 
"Good work."  The Colonel was quietly impressed with the actions of his 
marines.  Of course, this was exactly what they were trained for, but it 
gave him a sense of satisfaction to know that they had done their job well.
 
[[My wife?]]  Clarkson asked, now that his duty was out the way did he 
ask what was lingering on his mind.
 
"Is in Sickbay, she's okay."  The marine assured his second.
 
[[Thank you.]]  The relief on Daniel's face, body and in his voice was 
palpable.  Maverick couldn't help but feel sorry for him.  After a 
moment, he smiled slightly.   [[We'll commence docking procedure. 
Counterstrike out.]]  He said and severed the communications.
 
"Give him a hand, Lieutenant."  The marine ordered Tellah to start with 
the docking procedures, he turned towards Kel.  "Mr. McKlellan, please 
meet the Counterstrike and make sure this prisoner escort is 
untroubled.  I'll inform the Captain."  He told Kel.
 
The Lieutenant was happy to do something.  "Yes, sir."
 
=/\=
Scene: Corridor
Time: An hour later
=/\=
 
Kel watched as Daniel officially turned over custody of the last Orion 
pirate.  One that was looking and moving decidedly worse for wear.  Kel 
kept his silence until they quit to the corridor and were walking down 
its length towards the turbolift.  "Why's one of them all bruised up?"  
McKlellan asked.
 
"You know what these people are like, Kel.  Clumsy."  Daniel was walking 
quickly.  He wanted to see his wife.   He wasn't proud of what he did, 
but it gave him the information they needed. "He tripped and hit the 
table."
 
Kel chuckled and slapped Daniel on the shoulder.  "Yeah, I know."
 
=/\=
Scene: Sickbay
=/\=
 
Ben opened his eyes.  He could hear soft conversation.  It sounded all a 
little hazy and indistinct to his ears.  Like a soft rainfall, so soft 
you couldn't distinguish one drop from another.  It just became a 
constant fall.
 
He turned his head slightly, trying to get a sense of where he was.  It 
took a moment for the thought that he was safe on the Patriot to filter 
through his mind.  And more importantly, he felt warmer.  He wasn't at 
the toasty warm he craved, but the heavy weight on his body told him 
that he was being cared for.
 
He sensed movement next to him. 
 
Kenta turned and saw Daniel helping Catherine slip a tunic over her bare 
shoulders.  Her back was to Ben, the scars that marred the skin stood 
out pale and white against the pink skin.  He saw it for a moment before 
it was hidden under cloth again.
 
Clarkson said something very softly and helped Catherine with a robe and 
then steadied her as she slid from the bed and gained her feet.  She 
belted the robe around her waist and let Daniel slip an arm around her 
waist.  The woman turned and saw Ben watching her.
 
She said something softly to Daniel and the marine reluctantly left; 
giving her some privacy with Ben.
 
Catherine looked, and felt battered.  She suspected Kenta felt worse.  
They had said a lot of things in that shuttle, none of it good, and most 
of it bad enough to be forgotten.  But she did owe him something. 
 
An apology.
 
"The doctor tells me that you very probably saved my life, even at the 
detriment of your own."  She didn't quite understand his actions, but 
perhaps, she could try.  The woman gave him a faint smile.  "Thank 
you."  She added softly, and with an elegant nod, turned and tiredly 
walked out of the alcove into Daniel's arms.
 
 
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NRPG:  Are there more pirates to be found?
 
Beth, if you're on MSN, let me know.  J  Our characters must meet for a 
chat.

 
Naomi Lara
 
Lt. J.G. Catherine Sterling-Jade
Intelligence Operative
USS PATRIOT
 
And
 
Lieutenant Tellah 'Cal'  Callishendrack'Hylarmarishnakaashanah

Chief of Operations
USS PATRIOT
 
And
 

Commodore Teneill Danara-Bennow
Deputy Chief of Starfleet Intelligence


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