Lt. Cmdr. Genkos Adea - I Sense Something. A Presence I've Not Felt Since...

[Kali Nicholotti]

((Sickbay, Deck Two, USS Resolution))

Adea: You’ll have to use the holoemitters for our EMH, but they should work.

Should being the operative word. He turned to T’Suran, and ran his hand through his matted hair. A finger caught on what was either a knot or a clot or something, and he pulled it free, shaking the hair that came with it off and onto the floor.

Adea: In the meantime, we need to keep Nusin alive for as long as possible. 

T’Suran: Response

With time running out – or perhaps not – to save Nurse Nusin, Dwich brought all of the ’bay’s holoemitters online to prepare for the surgery.  Meidra approached his side and he gestured to the screen, which was presumably showing a diagram of how the procedure would work. Genkos grabbed an anabolic protoplaser, and began to try and hastily repair the damage to Nusin’s lungs, with T’Suran’s help. It was slow work, but it was keeping him alive. For now. 

Hamsan:  I don’t need to lecture you on holography.  ::grinning::  I know you’ve got some skills and talents in that regard.  ::beat:: But the size, shape, and placement of the lungs have to be calibrated down to the micron.  Getting the measurements right is our main concern.

Sirin: How would you suggest we proceed?

Hamsan:  Try scanning the transporter logs.  Hopefully Nusin has taken a trip through the transporter recently.

Genkos’ hands were trembling as he kept replicating the pleura for Nusin’s eviscerated lungs; he was absolutely appalled by the damage. It was as if someone had transported a miniature kukek beast in there, let it rampage for sixty seconds and then beamed it straight out again.

Sirin:  It looks like he has. I’m not completely sure what our next steps are. You’ll have to walk me through the surgery.

Hamsan: Absolutely.  First thing we have to do is -

There was a pause in Dwich’s speech, although Genkos didn’t look up from his work until the next time the poor Bajoran boy in Sickbay spoke.

Hamsan:  What is that?

Adea: What is what? ::he looked up and saw the electrical surge travelling through Sickbay’s systems:: Oh...

It continued moving across every electrical device, getting closer and closer to where they all were standing.  Suddenly, it picked up speed, and crackled across the floor and up into the console on which Meidra’s hands were currently resting.  Dwich quickly grabbed her hands and removed them from the transparent aluminum surface before she would be shocked.

Hamsan:  Meidra, get away from that.

Genkos raised his own hands and his brain told his mouth to shout, but it was too late.

Dwich was standing between Meidra and the sparking console when it exploded. All of his muscles involuntarily contracted, and he stood frozen in position, supported by the massive amount of electricity coursing through his body.  A moment later, it dissipated, and Dwich collapsed to the deck.

Genkos rushed to his side, the cane clattering to the ground, as Kali’s voice came through the speakers overhead. He barely registered her voice as he looked up to stare into Meidra’s eyes.

Nicholotti: =/\= Bridge to Engineering. Prepare to eject the core at breach minus 30 seconds. =/\=

Hamsan:  ::weakly::  Meidra, Nusin needs you.  He needs the lungs––

Dwich exhaled and died. Genkos slumped back, utterly defeated. He turned and looked up at T’Suran, who shook their head. It appeared too that Nusin had passed. Genkos struggled to his feet, his arm pushing down on a biobed, slipped and fell to the floor, totally beaten by the situation. His head fell and his chest rose and fell with harsh, wracking sobs, and he didn’t even notice when the warp core was ejected and then blew up. It would have been a bit of a relief.

(( 5 minutes earlier ))

Genkos reopened his eyes and saw he was back in his office again. He slammed down a fist on his desk and then shook it vigorously when that really hurt. He leapt to his feet, and rushed out of his office, his cane lying forgotten on the floor. He looked at Nusin and pointed to the nearest biobed.

Adea: There, now.

Nusin rolled his eyes, but lay down only a few seconds before whatever happened, happened. Genkos felt his previously clean arms become steeped in gore again, and he threw anabolic protoplasers to both Meidra and T’Suran.

Adea: Pluera, now.

Genkos pulled the biobed’s arm up and over the Bolian nurse as the doors to Sickbay, and he heard Dwich’s voice call out to them. 

Hamsan:  ::to Meidra::  You were just about to say I look horrible.

Relief flooded through him, but there was very little time to waste; they needed to stabilise Nusin, and fast.

Adea: Grab a protoplaser, and get Nusin stabilised. I’m not losing them again.

 Sirin / T’Suran:  response

Genkos looked up briefly in between micro-operations and saw Dwich was still standing in the doorway, pointing at the console that had previously killed him. Adrenaline shot through his body, as well as a curious [...]tail of rage, frustration and despair.

Hamsan: That console overloaded and electrocuted me.

Adea: It did, but not this time.

Sirin / T’Suran:  response

Hamsan:  What is going on?

Genkos looked down at his patient, and Nusin looked him in the eyes. A small smile crossed the Bolian’s face as they shook their head briefly. Genkos knew what they were saying, that it was hopeless, that the third time wasn’t the charm, and that they should stop. Genkos grit his teeth to stop the tears from overwhelming him, and in that moment his guard was let down. Emotions flooded him from all over the ship; pain, fear, desperation and confusion. There was something else, a strong feeling of curiosity, but it was all gone as quickly as it came, and Genkos rebuilt those walls that kept the outside feelings at bay. It was the last thing any of them needed.

Adea: No, Nusin. We will keep fighting for your life. Every. Single. Time.

Nusin tried to speak, but lost consciousness, and Genkos looked up at the three medical professionals still conscious.

Adea: I have no idea what’s going on here, but I’m not giving up on Nusin. Not now, not ever. Protoplasers to the ready, they seem to stop them from dying in the short term. ::he looked over at Dwich:: Keep away from any consoles, I’m not losing anyone today.

Hamsan / Sirin / T’Suran:  response

As they worked, Genkos felt that curiosity pique again at the back of his neck. It wasn’t his curiosity, that was for sure, it was something stronger, something more… primal. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he recognised the immense power of those thoughts. He was reminded of a happening on the Gorkon, when they had all been imprisoned in a science experiment that returned them to the alternate universe for the Skarbek. A science experiment that had been carried out by a… by a…

Adea: Q.

Hamsan / Sirin / T’Suran:  response

Genkos looked over at Meidra and raised an eyebrow. With her partly El-Aurian senses, there may be something she could sense better than he. After all, he remembered reading that the El-Aurians had a curious past with the Continuum.

Adea: Can you sense anything, Meidra? Anything… powerful?

Hamsan / Sirin / T’Suran:  response

 

Tags/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD

Second Officer & Chief Medical Officer

USS Resolution

G239502GS0 

[+ Yalu]

Yes yes yes and yes.  Beautifully written, and very well-deserving of a nod here.  Nicely done @Genkos Adea.