In Space, no one can hear you Sing
Posted on Tue May 29th, 2018 @ 9:00pm by Lieutenant Commander Nealas Yvex M.D.
Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: Escape Pod C-42, Deep Space
Timeline: MD 3 (March 5, 2393)
[Previously in Forced Hands]
"This is the XO. All hands: abandon ship. Repeat: all hands abandon ship!" He called into the ether, the slight echo of his voice among the decks greeting his ears. He hoped that more living crew than dead ones heard that voice, and the alarm that accompanied it. Regardless, the dead deserved a better epitaph than that.
With a quiet sigh, Themie nodded before disappearing from view. She wasn't exaggerating when she told Hans that she wouldn't be able to drag out the assault much longer. She made another pass and focused her fire on the non-essential areas. It didn't take much effort to break off the Kyushu's left nacelle pylon, or her weapon's pod, and it wasn't too long before she almost ran out of critical areas to hit. Luckily by then Hans and most of his surviving crew reached the escape pods - the few who still hadn't reached safety, there's nothing she could do for them now. As the dozens of escape pods were jettisoned from the doomed ship and were some safe distance away, she came around and unleashed a barrage of quantum torpedoes on what remained of the Kyushu, sending her into a blinding explosion of oblivion.
"Just go already!" The patience of the old man was wearing thin and he no longer had any time for pleasantries with his Assistant.
"Protect yourself and your bloody worm and get into a damned escape pod already!"
Nealas just stood there for a moment, dermal regenerator in hand. She had been in combat situations before but none of them had escalated this quickly. They had only one person come into sickbay up until this point, it had been mere minutes before the command to evacuate rung across the ship's PA system.
"We go together, I'm not leaving you behind, Harold!"
"I'll be right behind you, get the protocols started up, we don't want to wait any longer than absolutely necessary." Harold Floyd stayed close to the downed crewman as he prepared the evacuation bed for him.
Nealas lobbed the dermal regenerator at the tray, she didn't stand and wait to see if it landed. She had turned away and rounded the corner when another shot shook the Kyushu. She immediately felt heat behind her, pushing against her. Her heart sank as she looked back over her shoulder.
The double doors that once separated the main sickbay from the rest of the vessel had buckled outward and lay warped in the corridor behind her. She felt her stomach turn but was able to keep from throwing up.
"Doc! Floyd! Harold!" She shouted as the fire started to spread outward from the sickbay. A waft of warm air blasted against her. Again her stomach turned. Immediately she turned around and continued rushing her way to the escape pod, tears starting to well up in her eyes. Turning her back on that sickbay was simultaneously the only thing she could do and the most difficult decision she had to make.
It was a mad dash to the nearest pod, one that was surprisingly bereft of other crew-members. She looked into the rooms that she passed, they were all empty. Whatever it was that they had encountered it had hit them swiftly and relentlessly. She punched in the code to open the remaining escape pod in this section and looked back over her shoulder one last time. The corridor was filling up with a thick black smoke. Even if the doctor had survived the blast there was no way he could survive the heat and suffocating smoke. She balled her hands in tight fists and took in a deep breath.
"Last call! Is anyone out there?!" She called back into the corridor and waited a moment to hear anything back. The only answer she got was another volley of torpedoes as she was about to step over the threshold. It made her lose her balance fall into the pod. She caught herself on her lower arm, instantly regretting her reflex. She was rewarded with a pang of pain in her elbow.
Crawling fully inside she closed the pod off ordered it to launch. A sequence not taking any more than five seconds. The realisation sunk in that Harold had sent her ahead because he knew the chances they'd survive was slim if they made an effort to save the downed crewman. She lay back on the floor as the pod's autopilot navigated her to a safe distance away from the Kyushu. She breathed heavily looking at the pod's ceiling, hoping initially that it would stop spinning and immediately after that whomever it was that attacked them so savagely would not start practising their aim on the pods now shooting out from the Akira class carrier.
Nealas startled as with a crackle the escape pod's communications system came alive. The voice of the XO rang through the still air in the otherwise empty pod.
=A= "All pods, this is the XO. Commence accountability of personnel. I want head counts within three hours. Commence Ration Plan Bravo, Sleep Cycle Delta." =A=
"Sure. Fine. I didn't need sleep anyway." Nealas remarked sarcastically to herself. She pushed herself up and immediately regretting that decision, the pain returning to her lower arm. It didn't feel broken, but it was definitely a contusion, possibly of the joint itself. She winced getting herself upright.
The small window in the pod allowed for a very limited glance at the nearby debris of the Kyushu. She turned away from it and looked around for the medkit. Thinking back of her training she remembered it must be somewhere under the seat. She spotted the Starfleet Medical logo and kicked open the small pressure sensitive drawer that held the kit itself. Squatting down the grabbed a hypo and the regenerator. The emergency kits now held the dermal and osteo hybrids to safe space. She always felt that it limited the effectiveness of both settings but Medical insisted that no efficiency loss was proven. She fiddled around with the settings a bit before putting it aside on the closest seat for a moment.
She loaded up the hypo she had gotten from the kit with two ccs of Terakine and pressed it against her arm contused arm. She didn't want to dull her senses too much with the analgesic but she also really didn't want to feel the pain anymore. Once applied she neatly put the hypo back into the medkit and started to roll up her sleeve to clear an area to apply the regeneration to.
The console in the pod gave a short double beep, notifying her that she still needed to report in. They wanted to know who made it to the pods and who didn't. She almost felt guilty for taking up the entire pod by herself. She knew she had waited for as long as she could. She hadn't seen anyone in the rooms or the corridors. Still that guilt didn't go away. She quickly punched in her clearance code and logged her presence to the system, notifying the necessary parties.
Absentmindedly she grabbed the regenerator from the seat and sat down. A long sigh escaped her as the stress and adrenaline started to ebb away. Her hand holding the regenerator shook. She took in a sharp breath through her nose, closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus on the task at hand. The moment she closed her eyes she saw the flash coming from the sickbay, the doors contorted by the blast that she had heard and felt but not seen. The smell. She didn't remember noticing the smell before. She quickly opened her eyes and dropped to her knees in front of the drawer that previously held the medkit. She retched uncontrollably a few times before throwing up the contents of her stomach into the drawer.
"Uugh... gross." Nealas shook her head in disgust as a shiver ran down her spine. To think that she once did this voluntarily to keep up with the competition. It took a second for her to remember that was a previous lifetime. Taking a moment to gather herself again she closed the drawer.
"Ops will probably hate me for this." She wiped her mouth and noticed she was still visibly shaking and in no position to apply the regenerator with any sort of precision.
She sat back in the seat, lowering her head between her legs. She couldn't quite remember ever feeling this wretched. She started humming a familiar tune.
"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside,
I'm not one of those who can, easily hide." Her voice was breaking up, which didn't really add to her already questionable singing voice.
"I don't have much money, but boy if I did,
I'd buy a big house where, We both could live." She focused on the melody playing through her head as her hand went on autopilot to apply the regenerator to her elbow.
"So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do,
See I've forgotten if, they're green or they're blue." She winced as the contusion in her joint was starting to clear up.
"Anyway the thing is, what I really mean,
Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen." She took in a deep breath and stopped applying the regeneration for a moment as she sat up straight. Not sure if it was to give a better performance or for comfort.
"And you can tell everybody, this is your song,
It maybe quite simple but, now that it's done,
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind,
That I put down in words, how wonderful life is,
Now you're in the world" She moved her hand to go with the melody and continued to apply the regeneration after that short interlude.
"If I was a sculptor, but then again no" She smirked to herself as a tear started to form in her eye.
"Or a girl who makes potions in a travelling show,
I know it's not much but, it's the best I can do.
My gift is my song and, this one's for you." She thought of Harold and the tears started to roll down her cheek.
"And you can tell everybody,
This is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind" Her voice broke but she continued, more loudly by now.
"I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words" Then her voice lost any and all power as she finished up the regeneration of her elbow bruise and the song.
"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world." She nearly choked up at those words as both her arms fell limply to her side.
Lieutenant Nealas Galin Yvex
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
"Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours."