"I Hate My New Ringtone" - Kettick survives an explosion and is now discovering the extent of his injuries.

[Alix Harford]

After taking a percussive blast of his own making straight to the face, Lt. Commander Kettick learns of the backlash. As always it is a comedic delight to read his sims. He writes a very alien race with such a distinct and entertaining voice. 

((Maintenance Crawlspace, Deck 9B3/4, USS Eagle))

Harford: Lt. Commander. I really must insist you let me triage you properly or I'll be inclined to drag you to Sickbay… Sir.

Kettick still found it hard at the best of times to parse the tone and body language of other species, especially with his antennae out of commission and only allowing him to understand one out of every three words... Maybe. But even then, the politely censorious tone of a fellow professional who would dearly like to be able to do her job was unmistakable.

Kendrick: I'll take care of that, Kettick. Just try to lay still for a moment so the doctor can treat you properly.

The Remmilian was more than willing to extend that courtesy to the Doctor... but quickly noticed that no matter how hard he willed himself to be still, his other neural ganglia seemed to have a mind of their own.

Kettick: Apologies. Fidgets appear... Persistent. Nerve damage, perhaps.

Zevash: Response

As Kendrick was about to tap his combadge, it chirped. Kettick supposed that he could be glad that *his* commbadge had not activated. Judging from its state and the place it was embedded in, the Remmilian had an inkling that the result might have been unfortunate.

Falt: =/\= Falt to Kendrick. What’s your status, John? =/\=

Kendrick: =/\= Kendrick here, sir. Kettick and Ensign Zevash managed to create a radiation leak. It appears to have worked, but I'm afraid there are still intruders aboard. Unfortunately, they were able to kill three members of our crew. I suggest you seal off decks 9 and 10. ::looking at Kettick:: Commander Kettick was also severely wounded. Doctor Harford is treating his wounds as we speak.=/\=

Falt: =/\= Response

Kendrick: =/\= Acknowledged, sir. Kendrick out. =/\=

The conversation flew over the insectoid's head, focused as he was on controlling his muscles to make the work of the Doctor easier. As such, it was easy for him to notice when Harford froze. The Engineer followed her gaze to the inside of a nearby Jefferies tube.

Harford: Lt. Commander Kendrick ? Sir. There's a body in the tubes.

That there was. Quite immobile, too.

The human Commander unholstered his phaser.

Kendrick: I'll get a closer look. ::at Zevash:: You keep an eye out for the doctor and Kettick.

Zevash: Response

The Remmilian shrugged slightly. He was not about to go anywhere, and would not trust his aim with the way his hands vied for independence. The way he saw it, Ensign Zevash had the floor.

Approaching cautiously, Kendrick knekt down next to the inert figure and checked the pulse on her neck. He looked over at Harford and spoke, loud enough that Kettick could hear without having to try and read the man's lips.

Kendrick: She has a pulse. Probably knocked unconscious by the blast.

Suddenly, he tensed, as if listening to a noise that the Remmilian couldn't hear.

Kendrick: The others are still out there. ::at Harford:: How's Kettick's status, doctor?

Kettick had understood 'Kettick' and 'status', and the rest was easy to deduce from the general context; still, he knew better than to speak before the Doctor, and answering 'Crispy' would have been in pour taste anyway.

Harford: Response

The Remmilian thanked his lucky stars that his physiology meant that the translator allowed him to vocalize without having to struggle with uncooperative lips or tongue.

Kettick: Can we all beam to Sickbay? The bridge could neutralize everyone left in the tubes.

He cast a glance towards Ensign Zevash, who would know the state of their energy reserves.

Harford/Zevash: Response

DeVeau: =/\=Alora to Kettick, Harford, Zevash - is everyone all right?=/\=

That gave Kettick the answer to a previous question, as his upper body spasmed and a smell of ozone and burnt chitin came from where the commbadge was fused to his chest.

Quite unfortunate indeed.

Kettick: :: in a shaky voice :: Log. Me. Off.

Tags/TBC