[WelshAvenger]

USS Ares
Sickbay


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Christopher worked quietly as Max's playlist ran through, it was certainly an eclectic mix but it seemed to zone Max out from the surgery. Glancing at his instruments, Christopher noted that Max was calm and relaxed. He was almost done with the repair of the nerve endings and then Max would be able to re-calibrate his prosthetic arm with engineering.

Noticing that the playlist was running out of songs and extremely pleased with his surgical work, Christopher said quietly, "Computer, play track 22 from playlist Cushing Alpha."

The computer beeped in acknowledgement and the tune changed.



"Almost done here Max," Christopher said, "I'll give you some medication to prevent swelling and something in case there's any pain once the nerve block wears off. Everything should be fully healed in a day or two but I'd like you to report to sickbay for a final check up before you go and try anything strenuous."

TAG: MAX



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[Josh Broughm]

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Sickbay


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"Almost done here Max," Christopher said, "I'll give you some medication to prevent swelling and something in case there's any pain once the nerve block wears off. Everything should be fully healed in a day or two but I'd like you to report to sickbay for a final check up before you go and try anything strenuous."

Max nodded silently. When the doctor finished, Max rubbed the stump & said,

- It feels much better, Chris. Thanks.

((Tag Chris))
Max nodded and said,

- All I do is ride a console for eight hours a day, mostly. Will I be able to use my arm immediately, or should I wait?

((Tag Chris))
Max smiled and said,

- Awesome!

He got up from the bed & went to change back into his uniform. Before he left, Max peeked his head into Chris' office & asked,

- Want to grab a beer tomorrow evening? As a thanks for fixing my arm.

((tag Chris))
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[LogicalLeopard]

Nausicaan Compound
Courtyard



"Go go go now, out of the nest, it's time...."

Ensign Chin sung quietly to herself, wrapped in the privacy of her still sealed helmet. Her communications transmitter was muted, so only she could hear her voice. She had no reason as of yet to communicate with her fire team - they knew the job.

"Circus girl, without a safety net...."

She targeted a Nausicaan in the upper chest and pulled the trigger, not pausing to make sure he crumbled to the ground before she selected her next target. The other members of her fire team were laying down a healthy barrage from their positions, while she took the time for more precision work.

"Tuck those ribbons under....your helmet, be a good soldier...."

She was at peace, here, in the midst of the chaos. More than in the silent walls of her stateroom. More than in the Junior Officer's Lounge, with forced laughter and comrades. More than at home, in Xiamen, where the smell of the salt air was the same, but the people seemed hollow, like ghosts. Nothing was the same there anymore. With her rifle firing, she was safe. Not just because she was armed, and could make a difference, but because the all-too-big universe shrank down to the size of a looted brooch pinned to a enemy's chest. A target.

Arial had only lived 21 years, but was still a "veteran" of the Dominion War. Her mother was stationed in Betazed during the invasion. She hadn't even thought about joining Starfleet as a child, she was destined for the Aldeberan Music Academy. But chance and circumstance had drawn her life in a different direction, the shadow of war eclipsing the light of her youth. Now she cradled a phaser rifle instead of an instrument. The music it made was soothing.

Another Nausicaan fell. They had sufficiently distracted the Nausicaans to the point where they began to advance on her position, either not realizing or ignoring Kurts' and Thane's advances to the other building. Soon, Thane' group opened up a second angle of fire.

Thane moved off to flank around the left, closer to building A, as it seemed the Nausicaans were caught completely off guard by the sudden attack. The moment the first shots were fired it showed how they were unprepared for the sudden inside attack. Thane would take cover behind a couple of crates and fire off a few shots down the line at two tough looking Nausicaans, the beam core was more pale than that of the normal disruptor, a subtle difference that those with a detailed perception would notice. The beams struck home though and when they did, they stung! They were disruptors, burns and impact plus that sting were enough to stagger the Nausicaan so that another member of the fire team could hit him with a stronger Phaser stun blast and take the Nausicaan down like a sack of potatoes.

The Nausicaans were in total confusion. Besieged on two sides. Three to be fair. The heavy phaser fire from the fighters didn't penetrate the defensive shield above, but the fireworks were definitely intimidating and distracting.

"And when I dance for him,
Mmn humm humm...leave the light on....Just in just in case I like the dancing...."

The Nausicaans were becoming a bit more cautious, attempting to hide behind what little cover they could find. This gave Arial a chance to turn her attention briefly to the curious body in the middle of the compound, while her teammates kept up regular suppression fire.

The body was there prior to the assault, she was sure of it. Using her rifle's scope, she zoomed in to examine his face. Arial wasnt a doctor, but the body looked dead, and dead for a while, cheeks more sallow and drawn than appeared normal. The body was unusually stocky as well. Bloated. As she zoomed out and surveyed the field for more targets, she pushed the oddity out of her mind. Whatever happened before they arrived wasnt her business. Her business was keeping the courtyard clear. The peace of warfare wouldn't last much longer.

"I...can...remember where I come.... from"

She phasered another Nausicaan.

Nausicaan Compound
Building C


"Is it here, 'Seck?" Kurts eyed the machinery jammed into the hastily erected building, while shooting glances back to the doorway. He could clearly see the Dominion polaron beam array, but didn't see anything that looked like a shield generator.

"A moment please, sir...I am attempting..." Ensign Persecks fingers flew across the controls of an access panel, tricorder in hand. When his fingers stopped, a quick exhalation of breath was his only display of emotion. "There was a cascade failure of the emitter matrix that...needed to be addressed. For safety purposes."

"In other words, it almost blew us up."

"No, sir. It would have been more of a lateral incineration, rather than generating any sort of lift. The array has been rendered inoperative."

"Thank you, Ensign," Kurts replied. "Is it here?"

"The shield generator, sir? No."

"Alright." Activating the general communications band, he said" Kurts to Thane. No sign of the shield generator here. Anything in your building?"

(( TAG: Kraijin))

"Understood, good work. We've rendered this polaron beam array inoperative, and we're doubling back to Building B."


Nausicaan Compound
Building A - Tunnel


It was always a losing proposition. That's what becomes of association with losers, Grakan thought.

As good as the Dorvan job initially sounded months ago, he always knew there was a risk working under Naechk and G'rarthik. Both were bold, but Naechk was too proud and inflexible. G'rarthik craved glory more than profit. He'd outlived both of them, he imagined.

Oh well, on Nausicaa, the strong survived. And he had none of the pride and foolhardiness of his fellow warlords.

Above, in the building, he couls already hear the sounds of weapons fire. Starfleet phaser rifles and....was that a Klingon weapon? Was one of his own mercenaries so equipped? No matter. He was safe below the buildinf, heading down the narrow tunnel to his escape shuttle.

He'd have the foresight to arrange this shortly after his arrival on the planet. An island stronghold is a fine base for local operations, but a death trap when faced with superior firepower. They hadnt expected much opposition from the Cardassians, but Starfleet always showed up when they weren't expected. So he took some of the colony's mining excavation equipment and tunneled an escape route. From here, he could take the shuttle directly into the ocean, where he could hide next to a deposit of the strange, sensor baffling ore this planet possessed, until he could make a break for orbit. He hadn't had time to properly provision the shuttle, so it could be a long, hungry wait. But he had faced worse circumstances as a child in the Capital City, this would be a vacation.

Without another thought as to the screams of his men above, he strode toward the shuttle.

(( TAG: Kraijin))

[Krajin]

Nausicaan Compound
Courtyard


It. Is. Beautiful. Thane was impressed by the scene unfolding before and above him. It was artistry, poetry in motion to the veteran even as he was finding his own footing once more in battle. Thane and his small team advanced further towards Building A with a certain aggressive precision that you could expect from a member of his species with himself leading at the front like an armoured tank. His armour carried more bulk and protection to it than that of Starfleet's own which allowed him to shrug off the shots that would injure one of the officers with him. At the cost of weight and size that made him look far larger and in some ways more intimidating than the norm.

They piled up on the door with two on the left and Thane and another on the right, the Ferasan held up his fingers and counted down from Three. As soon as they got to one, the door was opened from the left with Thane being the first around the corner with his Disruptor up and ready. He was greeted by a rather wild and unaimed Disruptor blast towards the armoured figure which glanced off the armour plate that protected his shoulder, leaving behind a neat glowing streak where the metal had been super-heated by their disruptor weapons. This did not even make him flinch as the Ferasan shot back with his own 'stun' setting, a rather painful blast to the chest that would leave behind severe burns as a result but did still stun the poor Nausicaan.

Nausicaan Compound
Building A


The rest of the team filed in behind Thane in overwatch positions and taking shots where they could that didn't risk hitting the rather delicate machinery that sat in the middle or along the walls of this facility. Large power cables snaked their way up the sides of the interior as well as along the weapons capacitors and primary generator. This site was well defended as the invaders would soon find out. Each taking cover in the room behind crates, makeshift barricades or consoles. "Shut it down!" The Ferasan ordered as he and several of the team began to fire, taking every chance to make the shots count and not hit something delicate. Unfortunately for Thane as he'd pop out to take a shot at a Nausicaan technician they'd fire at him with that green beam streaking along as the Ferasan would try and duck back into cover. The side of his disruptor was grazed, damaging it in the process.

Looking at the Technician then at his weapon Thane flashed a toothy smile and went for the second form of Stun setting rather than risking it blowing up in his hand and threw the weapon at the Nausicaan and charged him in that same moment to engage in hand to hand. The preference for many warriors of the KDF and Thane's tactics were similarly as brutal. His strength allowed him to be relatively agile in gear and delivered powerful blows to the Nausicaan which resulted in a few broken bones and unconsciousness. The rest of the Nausicaans had been stunned out in the main building "Get this thing shut down and see if we can find the Shield."

Nausicaan Compound
Building A - Tunnel


It was always a losing proposition. That's what becomes of association with losers, Grakan thought.

As good as the Dorvan job initially sounded months ago, he always knew there was a risk working under Naechk and G'rarthik. Both were bold, but Naechk was too proud and inflexible. G'rarthik craved glory more than profit. He'd outlived both of them, he imagined.

Oh well, on Nausicaa, the strong survived. And he had none of the pride and foolhardiness of his fellow warlords.

Above, in the building, he couls already hear the sounds of weapons fire. Starfleet phaser rifles and....was that a Klingon weapon? Was one of his own mercenaries so equipped? No matter. He was safe below the buildinf, heading down the narrow tunnel to his escape shuttle.

He'd have the foresight to arrange this shortly after his arrival on the planet. An island stronghold is a fine base for local operations, but a death trap when faced with superior firepower. They hadnt expected much opposition from the Cardassians, but Starfleet always showed up when they weren't expected. So he took some of the colony's mining excavation equipment and tunneled an escape route. From here, he could take the shuttle directly into the ocean, where he could hide next to a deposit of the strange, sensor baffling ore this planet possessed, until he could make a break for orbit. He hadn't had time to properly provision the shuttle, so it could be a long, hungry wait. But he had faced worse circumstances as a child in the Capital City, this would be a vacation.

Without another thought as to the screams of his men above, he strode toward the shuttle.

Their leader was already down below in the escape tunnels as Thane's section had arrived into the building though the remaining Nausicaans were certainly giving it their all here. Thane did catch the sight of an open door leading down into the buildings depths and followed after to investigate, one of the others following him down into the tunnels where Thane spotted the Nausicaan Leader, G'rarthik whom would glance back at the two that had come down. A phaser shot rung out towards him as the Nausicaan got into the shuttle. Thane would raise his damaged sidearm and squeeze the trigger, only for it to misfire and start venting gas out of the damaged ports. For a brief moment as the shuttle slid off into the Ocean, the two warriors locked eyes and a brief flash of a grin from Thane was all that had been said between them. "^ Thane to Kurt, The Nausicaan leader has escaped into the ocean on a shuttle. No controls in this tower but it should be shut down. ^"

(( TAG: LogicalLeopard))

[WelshAvenger]

USS Ares
Sickbay


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- All I do is ride a console for eight hours a day, mostly. Will I be able to use my arm immediately, or should I wait?

"Give it a little time before you do anything other than work a console. It should be fully healed in a week." explained Christopher.

- Want to grab a beer tomorrow evening? As a thanks for fixing my arm.

Christopher smiled, "I look forward to it."

As Christopher began the paperwork and tidy up of the surgical suite, he heard the tannoy system chime.

=/\= All hands, this is the Captain. The Ares has received new orders and is to depart Dorvan V for Deep Space 9 in 24 hours. The USS Rutherford is on its way to relieve us and continue our relief efforts. All away teams will have 18 hours to finish their assigned tasks and report back to the Ares. Make preparations to get underway. That is all. =/\=

Christopher got up with a sigh, "Mel, ask all medical personnel on the planet to return as soon as possible. We'll coordinate with the Rutherford's medical teams once they arrive."

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OOC: There it is, let's wrap up folks.