Lieutenant JG Toryn Raga - Fever dreams

[Brell]

((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, USS Atlantis, Deck 5, Sickbay))

::The conflict that had consumed their small yet renowned vessel had finally come to completion. Their enemy, the one who had laid them low in a matter of minutes and ravaged the Atlantis was now seemingly destroyed. The Aeroshuttle was once more in her home affixed to the Atlantis and the recovery of their home was underway. A small part of that was the transference of Tarva and Raga from the vessel's med-bay to Sickbay. Transferred along with it was the EMH that had been tending to them both. The two resided on bio-beds side-by-side. Though, in the first few hours power was restored the room would become quite cramped with the sheer number of casualties.::

::The worst cases laid on beds while those less so had likely been sent to makeshift triage centers in unoccupied rooms on the ship. Perhaps the officer's mess or some other location suitable. Had he been conscious, Toryn would no doubt be grateful they had survived. Or wanting to help recovery efforts. It was then perhaps a good thing he could not. He wasn't even aware of the change in location. Nor the sounds of pain coming from his fellow crew mates. He was still standing on the top of Azure Peak, staring at himself, eyes agape and utterly confused.::

Raga: Who are you?

ART: Why you of course.

Raga: Me? ::he shook his head slowly and glanced about.:: I don't understand.

ART: I'm not surprised. ::Scoffs:: You probably think you're actually back on Devron.

::Toryn looked up at the eerie reflection of himself and scowled, brow furrowing as he walked slow circles around the doppelganger.::

Raga: But this is Devron...::His voice trailed off uncertainly::

ART: Is it?

::The double of himself shook his head and turned slowly. As he did the surroundings seemed to shimmer and the white, frigid landscape gave way to the dark barely illuminated corridors of the Atlantis. The Officer's mess, he was there staring out at space. At the alien craft that had impaled their beloved ship.::

Raga: The attack...that's right. We're under attack. I have to help the crew.

::Toryn spun around and saw the memory of the collision playing out in slow motion. Of everyone tossed around from the impact. Of the door exploding open as the robots attacked, slew one of the crew. Maimed the other. Knight. McKnight. Williams. Each one of them had a spider on them, clawing at them. The laser cutters slicing them apart.::

Raga: NO!

::Reflexively he reached out to try and help, to run to them to help but he found his movements were like trudging through molasses. Yet the doppelganger moved fluidly, merely strolling through the slow motion scene with his arms behind his back.::

Raga: This is wrong...this didn't happen this way. Only two spiders made it in...they didn't die!

::Williams was sliced in the middle, while McKnight he watched lose his head to the laser cutter of the bot that took him to the ground. Toryn saw Knight being cut apart before he closed his eyes, a well of tears in his eyes as he looked away.::

ART: They might as well have. They had you to protect them.

::The double stood beside him, a vile smirk curling the corners of his mouth.::

ART: I'm surprised. To be honest. You managed to get a shuttle.

::Toryn opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the pilot's seat of the Lyoness. His doppelganger in the seat opposite him, feet propped up on the console. Elbow on the arm rest of the chair and his chin cradled in his fingers.::

Raga: Yes...I did..Williams and I..we got outside. We took the fight to them.

ART: Mm, you did. For all the good it did you.

::The two spider bots that had stowed away on his shuttle encroached on him as he spun in his chair. He saw the transporter beam that he was using to relocate the bridge team appear in the open cabin. Seeing their outline a moment. Only to hear a heavy thud on the front of the shuttle. When he spun around, Toryn saw them materialize out in space before the Lyoness. Serala. Brell. Logan. Jann. And he screamed once more in terror. Rage. Anguish.::

Raga: STOP IT! I saved them...they made it to Engineering. ::He snapped his head towards his double as the bot leaped onto his back. That painful burning of the laser cutter he could feel once more in his shoulder.::

::The readouts on his bio-bed sounded an alert that had the EMH rushing to it, the red-haired hologram quickly inspected the readouts. One of the nurses beside her. ::

EMH: There's a registered spike in his brain activity he's going into cardiac arrest.  Get me twenty milligrams  of lectrazine!

Nurse: Yes, doctor. ::he quickly loads a hypospray and hands it to her.::

::The EMH quickly injects the medicine into the side of his neck, the tell tale hiss of the contents being thrust into his bloodstream. A few seconds passed before the alerts silenced and the readings on his vitals returned to their weak, but momentarily stable levels. The holographic physician sighed and handed the empty hypo back to the nurse.::

EMH: That worked. He's stable again...for now.

Lieutenant JG Toryn Raga

Security Officer

USS Atlantis NCC-74682

Writer ID: A239410TR0

Great sim @Toryn Raga!