A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[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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[notmutantbutmiracle]

[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.]

[dancingmd]

[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.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[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.]