Popular Post Alieth Posted September 7 Popular Post Share Posted September 7 Oh the drama @Quentin Beck! really nice starter for a side development and absolutely lovely way to engage with a fellow writer. good job! Quote ((Turbolift 1, Between Deck 6 and 7, U.S.S. Ronin)) The trip from the Bridge to Sickbay had, at first, been going smoothly; the pod moved quickly, shifting briefly from vertical to horizontal to make way for a different turbolift pod to make its way to the Bridge, but when his pod started descending again, it suddenly stopped. The lights flickered before dying altogether, throwing Quentin and Ian into darkness. Beck: . . . crap. He tapped his combadge. It made the distinctive, muted sound that often accompanied a failure to open a comm line. He tried it anyway. Beck: Beck to Bridge. Can anyone hear me? No response. He glanced over at where he knew the panel on the wall should be, but the controls were as dark as the rest of the turbolift. Carefully setting Ian down and propping him against one side of the curved lift, he groped his way to the other side and started running his palm over the surface until he found the smooth section that should have been responsive. Nothing. Beck: Double crap. Jaw growing taut, he considered his options; there weren't many at the moment, as far as he knew, especially if they were fully stuck and unable to reach out to anyone via the comm. Scratching his cheek, he dropped to one knee with his hand still on the flat surface, then groped again at the wall until he found what he was looking for - a slightly inset groove where his fingers fit that he could pry open. Inside were stashed a medical kit, an engineering kit, and a set of palm beacons. He tried turning one on, at first to no avail, before slapping it against his chest a couple of times until the light flickered to life, blinding him. Grunting and blinking with annoyance, he tucked it under his arm and rubbed his eyes before using it to sweep the turbolift; an escape panel in the ceiling, should he want to try going for help, though it was high enough he wouldn't be able to reach it on his own. Wrinkling his nose, he tucked the beacon under his arm again, then carefully pried open both kits; programming the hypo, he crossed over to Ian and pressed it to the side of his neck. It wasn't long before O'Connor's eyes started to flutter. Beck: Sorry to wake you up while you're in such a sorry state, mon ami, but we're in kind of a tight spot. O'Connor: Response He sighed and looked around them, then back at Ian. Beck: Well, I was dragging you down to Sickbay to treat your wounds and our turbolift got stuck… somewhere. No power. Not sure why yet. I might be able to figure it out with that Engineering kit, but I lost my hook on the Bridge and trying to do all of this with one good hand is like trying to fart upwind without smelling it. I could use your help. O'Connor: Response Quentin snorted. Beck: No kidding. I know you aren't gonna be super useful physically right now, but what I need more than anything is another pair of eyes and hands to help me start pulling the panel apart, see if I can get us reconnected to power. Or at least get a comm line open. O'Connor: Response Beck: I'm open to suggestions. O'Connor: Response Tags/TBC! Lieutenant JG Quentin Beck Acting Chief Medical Officer USS Ronin NCC-34523 A238810SA0 4 1 Quote Link to comment
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