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Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-06-11 10:46 pm

A cry for help

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]



ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-06-16 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanda looks over her shoulder, trying to figure out where the blast came from. She looks back at the dead bug that had been in her blind spot, and then back at whoever had just saved her life. She is panting heavily and looks like she might collapse. When her eyes finally focus on the individual, she gives the woman an expression of gratitude.]

[But her eyes suddenly go wide as a bug's talon-like forelimb rips into her right leg. Her face contorts in agony. The pain is excruciating, but, as she's about to go down, Wanda turns in the air and pushes both hands out like she's trying to shove the bug away. Instead of physically touching the creature, her arms merely push their way through empty air. Yet, a crimson energy can be seen pulsating from them. The attacking bug's upper torso suddenly flies off, bits of it scatter into the air like it's just been hit with a close-range shotgun blast.]

[However, this last bit of effort was about all Wanda had left to give after all her fighting. She collapses on the ground, not moving. The wound in her right leg is bleeding profusely, as the alien's limb had managed to punch right through the meat of her calf.]
dancingmd: (captain crusher)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-06-17 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Before she does anything else, Beverly circles the room, gun out, checking down nearby corridors to make sure nothing else is coming. Fortunately, that was the last of this particular pack of insectoids, so Beverly goes to kneel at Wanda's side. After her earlier encounters with the creatures, she has definitely made sure to have a small medkit with her on further forays into the ship. She unhooks this from her belt and takes out a pair of latex gloves. As she puts these on, she leans over Wanda, listening carefully to her breathing. It's shallow, but steady.

From there, Beverly carefully rips open Wanda's uniform around the wound, exposing it more clearly. Running over the leg with her medical scanner, she is relieved to find that no major arteries were punctured. Still, she must stop the bleeding. Within a few minutes, she has the wound expertly cleaned and bandaged, and a tourniquet tied higher up on Wanda's leg. Already, the bleeding is slowing down.

That taken care of, Beverly injects a stimulant into Wanda's neck. While she waits for Wanda to slowly reawaken, she takes off her own uniform and tucks it around the other woman, to keep her warm.]
notmutantbutmiracle: (Should I look back?)

[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-06-17 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanda stirs a little at the feeling of her leg being bandaged, but the stimulant is what causes her to move the most. She still doesn't quite get up from off the ground, but she is able to roll herself over onto her back. She looks up at Beverly, her initial expression is definitely one of worry. Her eyes are a little unfocused, but she seems to be trying to check for any other signs of movement in their immediate vicinity. When she speaks, her voice is soft and a little raspy from the pain.]

Are there any more?
dancingmd: (captain crusher)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-06-18 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Shh, don't move. You're safe for now. They only travel in small packs, from what I've seen, and it'll be a while before another pack comes back.

[Beverly frowns slightly.]

I'm not going to be able to get you out of here on my own though, not with your leg the way it is.

[She takes out her communicator and, after debating only a moment over who to contact first, calls Jennifer. When Jennifer answers, she explains the situation as quickly and succinctly as possible.]
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[personal profile] forsometimenow 2015-06-18 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Jennifer had gotten the call from Beverly, she was ashamed to hesitate slightly. She definitely wanted to help her friend, but going right into that ship- which reminded her so much of a Wraith hive ship- wasn't her favorite idea in the world.

However, her medical ethics won out, as they did every time, and she took extra care to avoid any bugs. Thankfully they seemed content to leave her alone as long as she left them alone, and she arrived with her medical kit, a simple stretcher made of canvas attached to two poles slung across her back.]


I brought a stretcher. How's the patient?
notmutantbutmiracle: (What do you think about?)

[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-06-18 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[With the pain in her leg dulled slightly, Wanda was able to focus on the newcomer. She hadn't seen this woman before, but she assumed this woman was the person that had been contacted. When she asked about Wanda's condition, she attempted to sit up on her own, but quickly fell onto her back once again. Her limbs felt like lead. The exhaustion of simply trying to sit up almost causing her to pass out. Nonetheless, she managed to get out a few words.]

I- I can still fight. I can- I can still help.
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-06-19 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Not in this condition, you can't.

[She lays a gentle, but firm hand on Wanda's chest, both to comfort her and to make sure she doesn't try to move again.]

There are plenty of fighters in the fleet. We'll be fine. Right now, you just need to focus on you.

[She looks up at Jennifer.]

We need to get her onto the stretcher, quickly, before any of the other creatures show up.
forsometimenow: (:|)

[personal profile] forsometimenow 2015-06-22 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Jennifer nodded to Beverly, then quickly laid the stretcher down and unfurled it as she spoke, glancing at the woman.]

I agree- you can't even sit up. You're not going to be any use to anybody if the bugs get ahold of you again. [To Beverly, she added-] Where should we head from here? We'll definitely need a medbay.
notmutantbutmiracle: (Be careful what you say)

[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-06-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Wanda doesn't speak in response. She just turns her head and bites her lip. She's angry. Not at her two rescuers, but at herself. She shows no signs of resisting these two women's attempts to treat or move her. Instead, she just looks off in the distance. Silently cursing her own weakness.]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-06-23 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Beverly glances down at Wanda sympathetically - don't think she missed the look on Wanda's face. First things first, however: getting Wanda to safety.]

My shuttle is docked nearby. I can fly us back to the Blue Fish, while you keep an eye on her.

[She positions herself behind Wanda's head, squatting down, ready to lift her onto the stretcher. She nods at Jennifer.]

Ready?
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[personal profile] forsometimenow 2015-06-25 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Jennifer also looked sympathetically at Wanda and even spoke-] I know. Even though you know you're not going to be bug food... it's hard to have to be carried away.

[She then nodded at Beverly and helped to lift Wanda onto the stretcher, then picked up both handles on one end.]

Do we know if there are any more bugs in this area? Or are we going to hope we don't run into more? I don't have any weapons on me aside from a knife inside my kit... [Which was probably a stupid idea, on reflection. But that was too late now.]
notmutantbutmiracle: (I want the big one...)

[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-06-25 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanda winces from being moved onto the stretcher. Despite Dr. Crusher's emergency aid, the pain was starting to creep back more and more with each second. Wanda's doing her best to look calm, but her brow is definitely furrowing and her closed eyes and jaw are all becoming more and more clenched. She can still hear and process what Dr. Crusher and Dr. Keller are saying, but... it's becoming harder to focus on their words.]
dancingmd: (maybe it's phaserbeam)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-06-27 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Before picking up her end of the stretcher, Beverly runs the tricorder again, looking for any life signs in the area.]

No, we're good for now.

[Putting the tricorder away, she pats the gun on her hip.]

But if we do run into any trouble, I've got my gun.

[She kneels to pick up the stretcher and says to Wanda.]

Don't worry, I have plenty of pain medication back on the shuttle. Just hold on until we get you there.
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[personal profile] forsometimenow 2015-06-28 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. ... Good.

[Jennifer swallows, her professional mask slipping for a moment, revealing how scared she really is, before it's back in place and she's headed back the way she came, hardly feeling the weight of the stretcher in the face of her patient's plight.]
notmutantbutmiracle: (What do you think about?)

[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-06-29 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[As the stretcher moves, Wanda winces more and more at each increasingly more painful reminder of her leg's condition. Her eyes are closed, but the way they are clenched shut belies how hard she is trying to not let the pain show on her face. But it is hard. Cracks are showing through her brave facade, and the concentrated look on her face is fading more into one akin to agony.]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-06-30 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Beverly sees the look of pain on Wanda's face, but she can't do anything about it until they're back on the shuttle.]

It's alright, it's only a little ways more to the shuttle. Just keep breathing, nice and steady.
forsometimenow: (:|)

[personal profile] forsometimenow 2015-07-06 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Jennifer hears Beverly's voice and softens, glancing back at her patient and adjusting her arms in an attempt to move more steadily.

It doesn't... exactly work, but thankfully, it's not much longer til all of them get to the shuttle.]


Dr. Crusher, you know what supplies you have better than I do- I can fly the shuttle back to safety. The hardest part is over.
notmutantbutmiracle: (I want the big one...)

[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-07-06 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanda does her best to remain calm, to try and keep herself under control. However, as the pain grows worse, her face grimaces more and more. With each grimace, her hands briefly glow with crimson energy. All around them, Dr. Crusher and Dr. Keller might notice loose machinery and parts shaking on the walls. It's sporadic, not consistent. Keeping rhythm with Wanda's spasms of pain. She is aware of what's happening, and she is trying her best to stay under control.]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-07-07 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. It's going to be cramped, but I think we'll all fit.

[As they turn the corner, a screw wiggles loose from the wall and drops to the floor. Beverly glances down at Wanda with greater concern. During the fight, she had seen Wanda's telekinesis at work, so she is unsurprised by its presence now, just alarmed that Wanda seems to be losing some control.

Fortunately, they've reached the docking bay where Beverly's shuttle is waiting. As Beverly warned, it's an incredibly tight fit for the three of them, and they'll have to set Wanda in the cargo area.]
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[personal profile] forsometimenow 2015-07-07 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jennifer looks around in alarm as the walls of the ship- and soon, the shuttke- shake a little, and the loose screw.]

What's going-

[She cuts off when she notices Wanda's glowing hands. Probably magic of some sort, then, she thought as she took the shuttle controls.]

Are we set to go? [She hoped so; she was afraid her patient might lose further control, though through no fault of her own, and then they'd be in danger from a disentigrating shuttle.]
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[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-07-08 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wanda continues to stir more and more on the stretcher as the pain racks her body. Even as she is laid down in the cargo hold, she continues to squirm with each new flash of pain. Her hands tighten into her fists, and her expression becomes more and more exasperated. In the cargo hold, nearby containers shift slightly as if being pushed or pulled, inches at a time, by invisible threads. Wanda tries to focus more and more on keeping her powers in control, before anything else. However, this means that she is losing her responsiveness to the words and movement of her two saviors.]
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2015-07-09 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[To Jennifer, she nods sharply.]

Engage!

[Some of that Starfleet command training coming out there again. She returns her attention to her patient. Fortunately, Beverly has stocked the shuttle with plenty of supplies from the Blue Fish's medbay, given what's been happening around here recently. She quickly and precisely loads on of the needles with an analgesic, wraps one arm across Wanda's chest to hold her still, and injects her with the medication. It will take a few moments for the pain killer to take hold, so she remains wrapped around Wanda until she can see how the woman reacts. If need be, she'll sedate her.]
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[personal profile] notmutantbutmiracle 2015-07-14 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[When the pain killer takes hold, Wanda's whole buddy relaxes. The large amount of tension that had been binding her tightly in a fist, lessens and her body visibly extends as the tension leaves her joints and limbs. The pained look fades slowly but surely from her face, and it begins to adopt an expression of rest. Before she gives in to the sleep that she so desperately needs, she is able to mutter three words, very softly.]

I... am... sorry...

[The cargo and various objects around Wanda, that had been moving and shaking, suddenly cease their erratic movement. A few that had been levitating slightly off the ground fall with a soft thud. Wanda's head turns and rests on its side, as she slips into a deep sleep.]