Rattle and Hum

Posted on Mon Nov 9th, 2020 @ 4:54am by Lieutenant JG Sarah Wilson

Mission: Diplomatic Masquerade
Location: Sickbay

Dr Sarah Wilson looked over her patients, feeling a sense of accomplishment in her treatments so far. Remal was healing well and could be released back to his quarters soon, the Captain was behaving herself and resting as her concussion resolved itself, whilst Commander Savar and Lt Vali were in the privacy of the isolation room, still linked telepathically and being monitored by cortical transmitter.

Whilst the situation was delicate to say the least Wilson looked forward to witnessing the effects of Pon'Farr on the Vulcan mind and body, at least via the cortical monitor. It was something not many had the opportunity to observe, even remotely.

Out of nowhere the ship started to vibrate as though it were struggling with something. Items no secured properly fell off their benches and shelves. Sarah slapped the emergency control that would ensure no patients fell from their beds during whatever the heck was going to happen next. Starships were not designed to be taken into the atmosphere of a planet, not on a regular basis anyway - they were designed for the effortless cruising the open space offered. The volatile and unpredictable forces of the atmosphere were when things went wrong very quickly.

The doctor checked the cortical monitor readings and breathed a sigh of relief as Savar and Aurora both read as stable. Remal looked up curiously as his wife bolted muttering comments about talking and asses. Sarah couldn't help but chuckle at his bemused expression. She just hoped they would all survive the next few minutes.