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Mhia was miffed, to say the least. As much as she understood Commodore Hirsch's caution with her, it's seemed to be the wrong time and place to worry about issues of security right now. Then again, she had been rather reproving of Starfleet's lax ways when she had first met the Fleeters. But if she had remained in sickbay, Hirsch would have never known if she had accessed the Jefferies tubes or not.
She wrested her dark-eyed glare away from the Commodore and directed it to the Trieste's view screen. The vista presenting itself to her did not ease the tension in her expression. A few choice Romulan words escape her mouth as she watched an ominous line draw closer and closer. A shock wave. Comparatively slow, but steadily moving toward the ship. And deadly.
All she would be able to report back to Khre'Riov Neral was her demise. Or better, someone else would do it for her.
Her eyes went back to Hirsch, then Commander McKee, as orders were shouted back and forth on the bridge. Were they even aware of the implications? - Surely.
In the meantime, several decks below....
Nurse Meyers had just reached the bottom of the Jefferies tube completely unaware of the danger converging upon the ship. She grunted, jumping off the ladder. There was a reason she wasn't an Engineer. She was a good sized woman. Not fat, but broad shouldered. It seemed Jefferies tubes were made for midgets.
After finding her med kit and checking that nothing had been damaged in its fall, she opened the exit hatch and emerged in Main Engineering.
"Whew!" she wiped her brow. "I wanna turn in an urgent request for you to fix those turbolifts," she noted to one of the Engineers with a grin.
"After the important stuff," he nodded to her and pointed to Lt. Cmdr. Trent under the pool table.
Meyers bent over and peered under the console. "Hmm... couldn't have found a better place to pass out, eh?" She got on her knees and squeezed herself next to the Chief Engineer's limp body. It only took her a moment to pull the med tricorder from her kit and scan him. "Well, his brain is showing some signs of swelling. Must have gotten knocked around a bit," she called out aloud. "Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'your head is swollen', hm?" she muttered to Trent under her breath. "But his body seems to be working hard to repair the problem. Not sure if I can do much good with anything," she finished loudly again.
"So, what do we do?" The Engineer stuck his head down below the pool table.
"We should move him," Meyers suggested. "He's stable enough. Definitely don't wanna keep him down here. Is there a place we can take him to and have him lie on something a bit more comfortable than the floor?"
"Maybe his office?" the man shrugged.
"Alright. Let's do that then." She crawled back out from the low space and stood. "I don't recall that my assignment mentioned claustrophobic places," she grumbled, pushing a strand of loose hair from her face. "Can you spare someone to help you lift him gently and move him to his office? Or do I have to grab him by the leg and drag him?"
"I can't promise you how gentle it'll be, but we can do it," the Engineer motioned someone else over. "Let's make it quick."
Mhia was miffed, to say the least. As much as she understood Commodore Hirsch's caution with her, it's seemed to be the wrong time and place to worry about issues of security right now. Then again, she had been rather reproving of Starfleet's lax ways when she had first met the Fleeters. But if she had remained in sickbay, Hirsch would have never known if she had accessed the Jefferies tubes or not.
She wrested her dark-eyed glare away from the Commodore and directed it to the Trieste's view screen. The vista presenting itself to her did not ease the tension in her expression. A few choice Romulan words escape her mouth as she watched an ominous line draw closer and closer. A shock wave. Comparatively slow, but steadily moving toward the ship. And deadly.
All she would be able to report back to Khre'Riov Neral was her demise. Or better, someone else would do it for her.
Her eyes went back to Hirsch, then Commander McKee, as orders were shouted back and forth on the bridge. Were they even aware of the implications? - Surely.
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In the meantime, several decks below....
Nurse Meyers had just reached the bottom of the Jefferies tube completely unaware of the danger converging upon the ship. She grunted, jumping off the ladder. There was a reason she wasn't an Engineer. She was a good sized woman. Not fat, but broad shouldered. It seemed Jefferies tubes were made for midgets.
After finding her med kit and checking that nothing had been damaged in its fall, she opened the exit hatch and emerged in Main Engineering.
"Whew!" she wiped her brow. "I wanna turn in an urgent request for you to fix those turbolifts," she noted to one of the Engineers with a grin.
"After the important stuff," he nodded to her and pointed to Lt. Cmdr. Trent under the pool table.
Meyers bent over and peered under the console. "Hmm... couldn't have found a better place to pass out, eh?" She got on her knees and squeezed herself next to the Chief Engineer's limp body. It only took her a moment to pull the med tricorder from her kit and scan him. "Well, his brain is showing some signs of swelling. Must have gotten knocked around a bit," she called out aloud. "Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'your head is swollen', hm?" she muttered to Trent under her breath. "But his body seems to be working hard to repair the problem. Not sure if I can do much good with anything," she finished loudly again.
"So, what do we do?" The Engineer stuck his head down below the pool table.
"We should move him," Meyers suggested. "He's stable enough. Definitely don't wanna keep him down here. Is there a place we can take him to and have him lie on something a bit more comfortable than the floor?"
"Maybe his office?" the man shrugged.
"Alright. Let's do that then." She crawled back out from the low space and stood. "I don't recall that my assignment mentioned claustrophobic places," she grumbled, pushing a strand of loose hair from her face. "Can you spare someone to help you lift him gently and move him to his office? Or do I have to grab him by the leg and drag him?"
"I can't promise you how gentle it'll be, but we can do it," the Engineer motioned someone else over. "Let's make it quick."