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Post by 'Ensign' Elusive on Oct 2, 2018 15:46:12 GMT -5
The tiny little holographic pony lay on Val's biobed, snuggled against her legs, not leaving her side as she could feel the nanties at work trying to heal her friend. This is where she belonged and this is where she was gonna be when Val woke up.
Elusive snuggled some more and rested her head atop her little folded hooves. "Come on Val...please wake up"
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Post by Lieutenant Veeri Relidia on Oct 3, 2018 5:19:33 GMT -5
Veeri took a few cautious, small steps towards Jon's bed, looking to Alice, the trill's features betraying her worry.
"Ma'am Cameron? How is he?"
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Post by Cmdr Alice Cameron on Oct 3, 2018 11:28:56 GMT -5
Alice didn't really look up for but a moment, her hand still cradling her sleeping husband's. When she did speak her voice was soft and laced with a sad and very real concern.
"He sleeping...but very weak." She swallowed. "Billie Jo saved his life...but she said he is not stable yet...and the next few hours..." She choked back a frightened sob.
"That the next few hours will tell..." She drew a breath. "Jon is a fighter....he is strong..." She nodded...
"He promised...he is not going anywhere...he is going to be fine..."
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Post by Lieutenant JG Eleria Scarlett on Oct 3, 2018 11:29:28 GMT -5
Izeita laid in the shuttle sleeping feeling safe thanks to Decia's words and watching over them, watching over her, yet still her sleep was uneasy, her tired and lowered mental defenses, every now and again she shook as something in her dreams startled her.
Izeita had exhausted herself further then she ever had before, using her mental abilities during the battle to keep up morale and support her comrades while she still had to try and stay safe in cover, not that it was that safe, she had then pushed herself to reach out to the ship to get Jonathan Cameron and the doctor transported to the ship, she had no idea if he was safe, which layed heavy on her dreams along with images of Alice in her grief.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2018 11:30:51 GMT -5
A smile briefly breaks through Jon's closed lips as his eyes remain closed.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Decia on Oct 3, 2018 12:04:00 GMT -5
(Inside of the Tachi on the planet's surface...)
Decia maintained her vigil as the blizzard raged beyond the hull of the Tachi, its wind howling muted as the snow and ice battered the cockpit windows. Her shield and unique weapon strapped her back, she remained in her modified and personalized Delta Armor. The armor now had the accent of her Magna Roman heritage, function in form as much a personalized touch. Her added pieces were a dull golden sheen added over the tactical black of her armor. Her helmet lay on a nearby console, allowing her hair tied into its usual ponytail to drape down behind her.
She walked around the now semi dark interior as the bulk of those left aboard slept. Dupree having attended to the wounded, slept in the middle of them. All of the wounded remaining were the remnants of Varel and Morten's men and her team. Even the mighty Endel lay wounded but like the others he was not critically injured, all had been stabilized here by Dupree and the counselor. She was proud of her people, how bravely they had fought. Everyone of her shipmates...
Her thoughts were torn at the moment, worry for those she loved and protected who still fought for their lives tore at her, she felt responsible for them. For her failure to protect them. Her eyes turned back to the four dead, tucked gently and with respect into their black body bags. Four people she knew..four shipmates she failed tonight...she closes her eyes and sighed softly.
She moved after to a fashion to check in on each of those asleep, even kneeling beside Spot Endel's devoted little horta friend. She lay a gentle glove on his rocky hide.
"He will be fine Spot." She reassured him. "I promise" She smiled softly at the horta's simple grateful little chuffle of a rumble.
She moved forward and could see Denise and Shantal securing the bodies of their fallen foes, holding a simple discussion between themselves. She felt best not to intrude and give them their space, they had both been through a lot tonight. She turned and moved forward at the sound of a small groan.
She approached the still sleeping counselor and was immediately able to tell the younger woman was not in a restful sleep. She again knelt beside her and she removed her glove from beneath her gauntlet. She reached forward to lightly place her now bare hand over Izeita's own hand. She knew the counselor was empathic, so she closed her eyes and allowed her own feelings of protectiveness and calm wash through her to the other woman with a gentle grace. Calm and reserve and feelings of safety, of protected comfort and warmth...
The gem in her armored choker glowed a soft crimson as she did so, ensuring that these feelings gingerly reached Izeita's sleeping mind, without disturbing her rest...
"Sssssh it is okay Izeita, you are safe...nothing can hurt you or them now." She whispered to her sleeping form.
"I am here, I will watch over you...sleep easy..nothing can hurt you now."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Oct 3, 2018 12:34:13 GMT -5
So Val lay in the biobed, her injured condition and the medically induced sleep keeping in an area between oblivion and the night terrors that tended to haunt her rest. The systems would ensure her mind would stay in a comfortable pattern for the moment, but when they released her, it would come back. The parts of her brain that were not affected continued to process information and catalog it. What she learned in the bunker had been designated as important and would be kept safe as long as her functions continued. The ability to upload the data to the Collective had been disrupted when the drone had been disconnected. So much had been collected but the Borg nanites could not save it in the off chance the Drone functions failed. A long time their perfect world had been disturbed, and the voice of the Collective had not been there to give them further instructions. Up to this point, the Borg Nanites followed the will of the Drone and their life was complete. Yet the Drone was keeping important information from the Collective, even allowed foreign nanites to invade her systems. The Borg Nanites ignored the intruders because the Drone willed it. The Borg Nanites looked upon the Pixies as simple and childish, unrefined and uncoordinated without the voice of the Collective to guide them to perfection.
The Borg Nanites knew the UNITY was gone and the Pixies were alone. The Borg reason they should turn themselves over to a new mission, but the Drone forbid it. The Drone, for emotional reasons, considered the Pixies and their makers to be a superior being. The Drone held emotional desires to be more like them. This information was confusing to the Borg. The Drone had been perfect. An instrument to lead the Collective to a new level of perfection; then she was disconnected.
The Borg Nanites adapted and came to a conclusion; the Drone was wrong. They could not act, the Drones will was too powerful; at the moment. They would deliberate.
Val shifted in her sleep, hearing Elusive voice but found herself unable to wake up for her. Her face frown lightly and she struggled through the healing process.
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2018 12:52:24 GMT -5
Someone had relieved Varel from her station; even as she stood alone in the turbolift, listening to the gentle hum of its machinery as she rapidly descended, she could not remember who it had been. She’d taken no additional damage during the firefight on the planet surface, but now that the adrenal response she’d been experiencing for its duration had been able to wear off, she found her thoughts in some manner of disarray. She knew fully well that she required meditation at that point, but there were matters that had to be attended to before she could permit herself that respite.
As the lift doors opened she quickly stepped out, still dressed in her tactical uniform. It was still damp in some places from the snow she’d been storming through, to say nothing at all of the residue from the battle that now stained it. She imagined she would need to recycle it completely and have a new one manufactured, but again, that would have to wait.
Varel stepped silently into sickbay, careful not to get in the way of any of the doctors or nurses. Quietly, she took count of those still being treated or resting, her expression that carefully molded mask of impassivity she had practiced so very well over her lifetime. Logically, she knew that it was impossible for her to have prevented all, or indeed, any of these injuries. She’d done what she could to the best of her ability and knowledge at the time.
It just hadn’t been enough.
A subtle wince broke the illusion for only a moment and she looked down to her PADD, going over the names of those lost and currently unaccounted for in stony silence.
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Post by Lieutenant Veeri Relidia on Oct 4, 2018 3:24:22 GMT -5
Veeri walks further in, to give Alice a supportive hug from the side, the trill putting on a brave face for her friend.
"See? He smiled... that looks like someone who knows he has it all under control. I'm sure he'll pull through."
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Post by Lieutenant JG Eleria Scarlett on Oct 5, 2018 12:52:01 GMT -5
(Inside of the Tachi)
Izeita laid in unrest a moment longer then seemed to calm a bit, her worried seeming having for now been laid to rest, she seemed to be mumbling lowly in her sleep.
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