<SMDrew>	Picking Up The Pieces Mission 14 - 10904.07

<SMDrew>	Summary:  With ENV systems now online work continues to restore the Overton's systems.  A lone shuttle departs the shuttle bay and begins taking a first look at the Overton's surroundings.

<SMDrew>	****************** Resume Mission ************************

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::In astrometrics still trying to link the tricorder to astrometrics controls::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Helps a previously unconscious patient back up onto his biobed in a corner of ward one::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::aboard the shuttle, at the CONN::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::with no CEO to report to, he reports instead to Davis:: XO: Sir?

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash>::in Sickbay still, watching over the now-sedated Luo::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Slowly makes her way down the silent jeffries tube shaft::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: In the shuttle with Northcutt, doing a general equipment check of science.::  FCO:  I am good to go when you are.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Aye... *OPS*: We are initializing launch sequence

<IA_FL_Tain> ::comes back over towards the biobed with Luo, seeing Gulash there ::  MOPS: Kind of a relief not hearing her scream, huh?

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::shrugs--as much as a Klingon does--and returns Tain's gaze::  IA: Thank you for your assistance.  I...::hesitates::...appreciate it.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::turns towards Dawkins, having previously been focused on a console that wasn't telling him much::  EO: Yes, Ensign?

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Pauses in the shaft, carefully tapping her comm badge:: *CO/XO*: I was summoned to the bridge, but no one is present. Does the command staff still need medical assistance?

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::Nods to himself in the shuttle:: *FCO* Stand by for bay door opening.

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	XO: Hull isn't around, so I can't report to him. What are your orders?

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::hears a voice, and begins to stir::  Bridge: Hello...?

<Lt_Sokov>  ::Checks Luo's vitals, noting she's grown more stable::  Gulash/Tain:  If there are no nurses who have been cleared for duty, I may require your assistance moving the patient to one of the surgical wards.

<IA_FL_Tain> ::nods to Gulash in response, knowing that a semi-kind word from a Klingon is rare::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::At the sound of a voice, exits the shaft again, onto the bridge, and looks around for the source of the voice:: Bridge: Medical here. Where are you?

<IA_FL_Tain> Sokov: Of course. We can hang around for a minute.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::checks that the shuttle bay is secured, than engages the force field and toggles the main bay door to open using his shuttle's power::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Let's hope this works

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	EO: It does us no good to resurrect different systems for power that we don't have, Ensign. So power generation is your first priority...anyway you can. From there, we need a computer core online.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*MO*: I'm currently in astrometrics.  As far as I know there's no point in being on the bridge since nothing is operational up there anyways.  I don't know of anyone who needs medical attention at this time but you can check with Commander Davis to verify.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO: I won't argue that with you.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::looks around, then back to Dawkins::  EO: Master Chief Matthews and I will stay here and assist for the time being. We both have engineering backgrounds so we won't get in your way here, I hope.

<O’Shea> ::Slips through the narrow chasm available in the sickbay doors, and staggers a bit to catch her balance as she falls into sickbay, roughly on her feet:: Sokov: What's happening?

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	XO: Aye-aye sir. ::makes his way down to the engineering level and gets to work::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::stirs more, beginning to crawl a little, his head absolutely thumping in pain::  Bridge: Over here...!

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::passes by Dawkins, shooting him a look before approaching Davis::  XO: Ugly.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::right outside of Main Engineering, patching up an injured crewmember::

<Lt_Sokov>  Tain:  If a site-to-site transport were available, it would be preferable to carrying her to surgery.  Would you consult the computer on its availability?  ::Uses a pair of scissors to cut away Luo's blood-soaked uniform around the injury::  O'Shea: Nurse, are you able to perform your duty?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: That bad?

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::slowly engages the shuttle's engines::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Gets an unconscious surgical patient righted on his biobed, and immediately sets about checking his vitals::

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::watches the shuttle bay door rise::  COM: Shuttle One: FCO: You are cleared to launch.  Safe flight.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	*CO*: Understood.   ::Continues through the bridge following the sound of the voice:: Bridge: If possible, keep calling....   ::Hits her badge again:: *XO*: Any medical attention needed in your department, Commander?

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::runs into the CNS and glances at the injured crewman:: CNS: Is it that bad?

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> XO: Well you better hope I'm not talking to you, Commander. The main EPS trunks off the power transfer conduits have been fried. If we ever restore the warp core, we'll need to get to those to relay the power.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Approaches the source of the sound, and kneels to look under some equipment::

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	EO: No. Just some scratches. Nothing too bad. 

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Switches on the forward sensors::

<O’Shea>  Sokov: Absolutely.  ::Pulls a nearby equipment tray over to Sokov's position as she goes::

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	EO: I think everyone who was seriously injured has already been shipped to Sickbay...

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	CNS: That's good... ::snaps a salute and then returns to work on the power generators::

<IA_FL_Tain> ::nods::  Sokov: Of course, Doctor.  ::moves towards the nearest console and accesses it::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::increases power to the engines as they leave the shuttlebay:: *OPS*: We have cleared the shuttlebay doors

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*Bridge* Fong to anyone on the bridge, The shuttle is away.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods as he adds these items to his mental checklist:: 

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: Do you think we could jury-rig the fusion generators without much trouble?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  Probably the first thing to do is a quick run around the ship to see if there is any major damage.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::shrugs::  XO: I'll have to look at them. Plus, we'll need to reroute power, as many of the electroplasma systems are shot.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*CO* Captain, the shuttle is away.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: Let's see what we can do.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	CSO: Understood, I'm bringing us about to give us a look at the ship from where we are

<Lt_Sokov>   O'Shea:  I am awaiting confirmation on the availability of a site-to-site transport.  The patient is hemorrhaging here... ::Points to the left side of her abdomen::  Scrub for surgery, and prepare a cart.  We will not have time to suture the vessels individually; equip us accordingly.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	::brings the shuttle about to view the ship's exterior::

<IA_FL_Tain> ::shakes head, as he cannot even access the transporter systems::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::head bobs to some 'ancient' 1980's songs as the he and the engineering team work::

<IA_FL_Tain> ::addresses Sokov::  Sokov: It's no-go. We'll have to move her by hand.

<CWO_Amica> ::Approaches from the direction of the nurses' station, a hand on his head::  CMO:  Hey, Boss...got a minute to take a look?  ::Moves his hand away slightly, and shows a patch of blood in his hair::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods briefly, knowing the Vulcan doctor prefers such succinctness, and hurries across the room to the OR, attempting to activate the sterilizer::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Hits her head at the sound of the comm::  *OPS*: Acknowledged Ensign.  Keep me posted I will remain in astrometrics to check the data feed you get here.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Rubs her head a bit as she sits on the deck below one of the consoles still trying to link the tricorder to the console::

<Teral_Loni> ::watches intently as the action begins to pick up--she's seen the Klingon before, but doesn't recall interacting with him::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Looks as much out the view screen as the screen before her.::  FCO:  I do not want to be the one to have to paint her.  There is a lot of pitting from debris... but... I don't see anything major.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Approaches Oley, and drops her med kit, pulling out her medical tricorder:: Oley: Sergeant, what is your status?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*OPS*: Ensign, I am going to try and link the tricorder to your shuttle.  Try to send some data packets so I can test the connection.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::moves his left hand on his throbbing head, only then realizing it is covered in blood::

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::sees that no one in the vicinity is seriously injured and walks  back into ME:: 

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::takes a left at the master systems display and enters the jefferies tube hatch, with Matthews close behind::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: I'll bring us up over her bow, we should probably get a good look at the bridge and other vital systems

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::finally looks back to Raeyld in groggy fashion, not readily identifying her, but knowing she's a medical person from her uniform::  MO: Isn't that for you to tell me...?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Begins testing the link on her side and waits::

<Lt_Sokov>   Tain/Gulash:  We will need to move her ourselves.  Mister Gulash, hold her feet...Mister Tain, take hold of her under her shoulders.  I will keep her abdomen as stable as possible, and guide us to the operating room.  Signal when ready.  ::Stands ready, waiting to slip his arms under Luo's back when they lift her::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: nods::  Maybe the chief will like black instead.  We could blend in easier with the background.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::moves quickly, firmly grasping Luo's feet as ordered::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Reaches over to activate the LRS::

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::feels completely useless in Engineering, as she is a scientist and decides she had better get instructions from the higher ups:: *MO*: Commander Raeyld, Niventra here. Are you in need of assistance?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::messing with the tricorder connection and checks a few wires under he console::

<IA_FL_Tain> ::moves behind Sokov, then into position, moving his hands beneath her shoulders and providing support::

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*CO* Yes sir.  ::brings up the shuttle's computer access panel, searches for the Captain's tricorder, and sends a test pattern:: *CO* Packet inbound.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@ ::slowly moves the shuttle up over the saucer section to get a better view at the bridge:: CSO: I somehow doubt it

<IA_FL_Tain> ::looks at Gulash::

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::in a deep voice::  Sokov: Ready.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Looks at the head nurse concernedly::  Amica:  Yeah...go sit, against the wall.  ::Doesn't bother with the sheets at the moment, just glad to have almost everyone in this ward back on a bed...though dreadfully fatigued for it::

<Lt_Sokov>   Tain/Gulash:  Lift.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::lifts, then hesitates while waiting to make sure that Tain has adequate support::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  More pitting and scoring, but nothing else.  All in all, I guess we could call ourselves lucky.  At least we are space worthy.

<IA_FL_Tain> ::struggles a bit at first, but compensates quickly as he lifts::  MOPS: I'm good.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::continues climbing down the ladder::  CMC: I hate jefferies tubes.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Slips his arms under Luo's middle back::  Tain/Gulash:  ...Good.  Operating Room one will be the first door on our left around the corner once we exit the ward.  ::Starts off::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Smiles somewhat:: Oley: Maybe I'm an aide from astrometrics.   ::Reaches out to gently tilt his head, to get a better view of the wound:: Headache, I take it?  ::Taps a few more buttons on her tricorder, then slips it in her belt, removing a hypospray and regenerator from her kit::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Looks over the incoming data::  FCO:  Which is a good thing.  Hopefully inside isn't as bad as it seemed.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::his breathing is a little heavier now, but not the point where he seems fatigued by any means::  XO: Stop crying. They don't pay you to whine.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*OPS*: Understood.  ::with the press of some buttons on the tricorder she begins looking for the data::  Self: so far nothing.  ::continues messing with some things::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::blinks hard::  MO: Huge one.

<O’Shea>  ::Finishes scrubbing, and begins loading the proper suture equipment onto the cart from the supply shelf::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO/*CO*:  I am seriously not walking home.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: Are you from Earth?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Gets a few cleaning towelettes and swabs them through Amica's hair, around his wound::  Amica:  What happened?  ::Glances sidelong at his lab coat pocket as his PADD continues beeping, as it has for the past few minutes::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Not that long of a walk... might get a little cold though

<CWO_Amica> CMO:  Just...after the gravity came back on, had some issues adjusting...cracked my head on a biobed.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Takes out his tricorder and scans::  Amica:  Doesn't look like a concussion, fortunately...and the bleeding has already stopped.  Let me hit it with the regenerator a few times, and you're cleared for duty.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: This is true.  ::continues climbing, moving up::

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::sets a program to record incoming data:: COM: Shuttle One: FCO: Ready to receive data at this end.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO/*CO*:  I am reading about 86 star systems in the general area around us.  Most are about 19 light years away or more.  Ummm... out of those, there are about 22 that have orbiting bodies.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Well that's odd... the computer doesn't recognize this system

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::inhales sharply, the pain intensifying for a moment::  MO: Naw...Luna, actually..

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Guides the group out of the ward, and sideways through the doors of the operating room, angling carefully::  Tain/Gulash:  Once we are in position, lower her carefully.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*OPS*: I have received the data and it looks clean.

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::continues moving carefully in the direction Sokov has been indicating::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ : leans forward::  FCO:  I don't know...  does anything look familiar to you?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Zaps Amica's scalp a few times with the dermal regenerator::  Amica:  You're officially cleared.  Enter it in the log and put a pending on my signature.  ::Fumbles a bit for his PADD, finally yanking it out of his pocket::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Frowns flickeringly as she notes his expression of pain::  Oley: Ahh... I've heard it's beautiful there, in its own way.   ::Applies the hypospray to his neck, easing the pain temporarily, then carefully picks any stray hair or debris out of the head wound::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::leans up against the shuttlecraft window looking out trying to pick out familiar stars::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@*OPS*:  The data getting through to you?

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*CO* Waiting for word from the shuttle.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: I'm not sure that I understand Lieutenant.  Walking home from here?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	*CO*:  Captain, this is Welland.  Checking in to see if you still want me to come to astrometrics.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::smiles a little, wondering what the basis is for her opinion::  MO: Are you kidding?  It's a rat hole...I'd rather get shot at on the frontier.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::looks down at the console as it beeps::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Taps her comm badge:: *CNS*: I believe the situation on the bridge is under control. If you have further time to aid us, I recommend contacting sickbay. They will be coordinating further from there.

<CWO_Amica> ::Quietly, as he pats his head cautiously::  CMO:  Half the nursing staff reported in...we'll have everyone else on their feet in ten minutes.  ::Rises slowly::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Nods to Amica::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: I ran a cross-reference with the nearby stars and the entire catalog of star charts... the computer doesn't recognize any of the nearby systems.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Quickly checks off all twenty-three notifications beeping on his PADD so it quiets down already, then nods to Amica::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*OPS*: Acknowledged Ensign.  I just received a comm from Lieutenant Senn.  ::Stands up from the deck raises an eyebrow::

<FP_FL_Neilsen> ::stirs a little as he awakens::

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Smiles somewhat and shrugs:: Oley: Well...you may well get your preference, I sense.  ::Gently applies the regenerator to the gaping wound on his scalp, performing a stop-gap treatment to prevent further bleeding::

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Sidles around the operating table, and looks to Gulash, then Tain::  Tain/Gulash:  Begin lowering her, slowly.  ::Prepares to match them to keep the patient level::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::continues moving towards Deck 21::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO: I am definitely not walking home.  :: turns to look at him.::  I should presume this shuttle's charts are all up to date?

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::checks:: CSO: Aye, they were updated before we left the starbase

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::looks at the power output from the shuttle and closes the bay door:: COM: Shuttle One: CSO: I'm not getting anything at this end...did you start the data feed, sir?

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::grins slightly as he adds a few final tweaks to the generators:: *All*: This is EO Dawkins. We should now have partial power. Next order of business is to get the computers working... anyone want to volunteer to help? ::laughs::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*CMO*: Aye, Doctor if you can spare a moment.

<IA_FL_Tain> ::as ordered, he begins lowering her, hesitating until Gulash begins to do so as well::

<O’Shea>  ::Pushes the cart up to the operating table, and initializes the equipment. Glances through the open passage out into the ward, noting Sokov's progress, and takes the time to run a brief surface-level diagnostic on the equipment::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@FCO:  Started it just before we left.  Let me check the system.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	*CO*:  I've got a couple.  I'll be there in a few moments.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: If you have a good enough scan of those systems begin transmitting it to Ensign Fong and I will see what I can get out of astrometrics.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	*Sickbay*: Lieutenant Niventra here: Sickbay, do you need any assistance?

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::his head starts to clear a little, although he's totally unaware that this might have something to do with what she's doing--he's kind of oblivious to it at this point::  MO: I don't need to get shot at, Doc...apparently I can't even get out of a jefferies tube.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: I see it, sir. my mistake.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Gets Luo safely down on the biobed::  Tain/Gulash:  Well done.  We will take over from here.  ::Nods with acknowledgement to them both::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*CMO*: Understood Doctor.  T'Shara out.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: standing::  COMM: CO:  Apparently there is a hiccup somewhere.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ COM: CO:  Never mind... looks like the kink fixed itself out.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> XO: Did you hear that?

<Lt_Sokov>   O'Shea:  Nurse, prepare the patient for surgery.  I will scrub in.  ::Departs through the other entrance::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: Yea, I did.  *EO*: Davis to Dawkins.

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*XO*: Dawkins here.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ COMM:  OPS:  I am sending you two sets of data.  One is on the ship and if possible, send down to the chief.  The other is of the system.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: What kind of power do we have available, Ensign?

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::moves the feed to the partition he made for it recording it for later analysis, than forwards the raw data to the CO's tricorder::

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*CO* Data is coming your way.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: Understood.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Tilts her head a little:: Oley: This happened to you exiting the tube--?  ::Sets her equipment aside a moment:: I need to stretch, very gently, and let me know if there is any significant pain in your chest. If it hurts, stop.

<IA_FL_Tain> ::backs away quickly as the medical personnel begins to congregate and make things happen::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*XO*: Partial, sir. Turbolifts and impulse should work, but we still don't have warp.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ COM: CO:  So far, nothing seems is recognizable by Northcutt.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Watches the data come in.::  *OPS*: Aye, I am seeing the data come in.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	*CNS*:  Lieutenant, this is Welland.  I think the medical staff is getting up and about, but they could probably use an extra pair of hands.  What did you have in mind?  ::Starts off toward the office, checking in quickly to make sure nobody else is unaccounted for in the hallway, and manages to sidle out the partially open doors::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: Do we have enough to actually power the computer?

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::pulls up the data feed regarding the ship.:: Self: That’s odd, the damage doesn’t look as bad from out there.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::stops at Deck 30::

<O’Shea> : Sokov: Aye.   ::Makes her way to the patient's side, and begins accompanying him to the operating table, and helps the others move the patient to the table::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*XO*: I sure hope so. Heading to the computer cores now.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*Main Engineering.* Fong to senior officer in Engineering.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: Go to the core on Deck 37, Ensign. I'm at Deck 30 and I'll see what I can do with the computer there. Master Chief Matthews will head to Deck 21 and see if he can restore additional power.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  Take us out as far as our 1 ly limit.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::squints as he tries to spot a constellation or something familiar.:: CSO: Guess I should have spent more time studying astronomy... never thought I'd need it

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*OPS*: EO Dawkins speaking. ::acknowledges XO's order and takes the TL down to deck 37::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Checks the diagram on his PADD, and moves to the nearest Jefferies tube shaft, opening the hatch and crawling inside::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::steps off the ladder::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Raises an eyebrow::  COM: Shuttle One: CSO: I will start and see if I can piece anything together in astrometrics.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	CMC: I hate to do it to you, Master Chief, but keep going. You're a better problem solver than I am probably, so your talents might be better up there.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> XO: Aye sir..::looks up the tube into infinite darkness::...I hate you.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  A pilot not need astronomy?  Hmmm...

<MOPS_LtJG_Gulash> ::turns and exits the area where Luo is being cared for::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Watches as the data is slow coming in.::  Self: Better than nothing at this point.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	*CMO*: I'm a trained medic, but psychologist by nature... ::heads to the jefferies tube:: I can assist in that way. I'm heading back to Sickbay now. ::begins her climb::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::smiles as Matthews continues::

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*EO* Dawkins...I have an external sensor feed of the ship if you are in a position to look at it.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::moves out on to Deck 30 and begins looking for an access point::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: The computer can almost always tell you where you are... and if not... generally you know where you were when you stopped... it's very rare we need to find constellations and have no idea where we are

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Returns to the operating room, having quickly donned his surgical gear and washed up::  O'Shea:  Status report.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Takes her tricorder again and begins a new scan, this time centered on Oley's thoracic cavity::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Opens up the comm units, scanning for anything.::  FCO: I saw this old movie once... I don't remember much about it. But one phrase stuck in my head which is where it is now.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: Any sharp pains in your chest or abdomen?

<Teral_Loni> ::looks to Neilsen::  FP: Are you in pain, Lieutenant?

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::shakes head::  MO: No, nothing there. My right shoulder is a little sore...I may have landed on it too, but it doesn't feel that bad.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Puts the initial scan on up on the side screen and begins a search for M class planets to focus on.::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*OPS*: I'll take a look when I have time. ::chuckles:: Currently I'm too busy worrying about the inside of the ship.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  Given stars look far different off world then on, I can see that.

<O’Shea> : Patient is prepped. Vitals are steady, but declining. Hypercoagulant ready.  ::Lifts the hypospray, anticipating Sokov's possible first request::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::finds one of the rooms responsible for the computer core, and he enters it without delay::

<ACEO_Lt_Blather> *EO*: Blather to Dawkins.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	*CNS*:  I'm sure your services will be of some use.  We have a lot of surgical patients down there...along with those rescued from vessels that were lost in action.  We didn't get any farther than medical workups, so there isn't any immediate data in the medical charts that will help you...

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*ACEO*: Yes sir? ::grumbles something about all these darn interruptions keeping him from doing his job::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	*CNS*: ...but I'm certain anyone and everyone would appreciate it if you checked in on them individually, if only for a few moments.  ::Clangs noisily along the Jefferies tube shaft::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Starts going over the data now that it has all come in.::  Self: Hmm...

<FP_FL_Neilsen> ::shakes head, still just a little groggy::  Teral Loni:  Naw, I feel much better now.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods quietly to herself, and replaces the medical tricorder:: Oley: All right...Let's try standing then.  ::Slips up to her feet, and offers a hand to help steady him, if he desires, as he goes::  Take it slow and gentle, please.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	:;accesses the nearest console as he enters the room, but receives no response; he kneels down and cracks the hatch underneath, revealing the isolinear subsystems::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  And we have one... two... three... hmmm... four... and that distant one might be five... so about five class M planets.

<ACEO_Lt_Blather>  *EO*: What's your status, Ensign?  Can I send help your way?

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	*EO* Understood.  I do have good news for you though.  Exterior damage looks superficial mostly, pitting and carbon scarring, no major hull breach.  Looks like we might survive.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: And where there's M class planets... there may be civilizations

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::still climbing up the tubes to the right deck::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Climbs another ladder, and finds himself on the appropriate deck, finally, exiting a little short of breath into the corridor::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::sighs as he see's Deck 25's identifying marks::  Self: Damn it...::continues climbing::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Walks along the hallway and finally locates the astrometrics lab, entering somewhat cautiously, and seeing Captain T'Shara at once::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  Or worse comes to worse, some place we can get raw materials.  Now... if we could only get closer.  Everything is too far away for me to do much... especially with shuttle scanners.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::draws the tray out and reconfigures the chips to the manual reset::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*ACEO*: I'm on Deck 37. Trying to get the computers working. ::hits something with a wrench:: ... not much luck so far.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*OPS*: Send me all the navigation star charts from the shuttles computer.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Extends his hand wordlessly toward O'Shea for the hypospray::

<Teral_Loni> ::nods::  FP: I am relieved, Lieutenant. You did not look well at all previously.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::turns around as se hear something behind her::  CMO: Doctor are you all right?

<IA_FL_Tain> ::notices the flight uniform and heads over towards Teral Loni and Neilsen::  FP: You alright?

<O’Shea> ::Places the hypospray into Sokov's hand, predosed for the patient's physiology, and waits::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: I don't know how keen our commanders will be about us running off together to start a new life.

<Teral_Loni> ::turns to Tain, unsure of whether Neilsen knows what was wrong::  IA: Lieutenant Neilsen suffered from space sickness.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Manages a smile::  CO:  I'm all right.  Hit my right elbow once or twice...  ::Rubs it::  ...I'm all right.  What can I do for you?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::slides the isolinear tray back in until it snaps in place, then hits the reset::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Turns and smiles teasingly at Northcutt::  FCO:  What a sweet idea.  But I don't think you are quite ready for kids.

<IA_FL_Tain> FP/Teral Loni: And feeling better now, I hope?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::With almost a smile::  CMO: I see.  Climbing the jeffries tubes will do that to you.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::arrives at the correct deck and climbs out and walks briskly towards Sickbay::

<FP_FL_Neilsen>  ::nods::  IA: Once this sedative or whatever wears off, I'll be back in action.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Who said anything about kids, Lt?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: I need to begin discussing our possible location with the senior officers.  I know Commander Davis is currently working in engineering and as one of the next senior officers in line you get to be notified first.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Smiles and shakes her head, gathering he did not quite get the teasing.::  FCO:  You don't have any siblings?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  Yes, well...  ::Looks at the big monitor, somewhat cluelessly::  Is there some question about our current location?

<IA_FL_Tain> ::nods and smiles:: FP: Good, I'm going to get back into the action here. I’ll check with you later.

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*XO*: I think I'm almost done down here. Is there anything else needed to start the computer back up?

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: No... it's... complicated

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::removes the upper tray of isolinear chips as well, also reconfiguring them to their reset position::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: Stand by.

<WO_van Kampen>   ::Still a bit foggy headed, after being revived by Amica, but moves into position near the Sickbay entrance and starts to pry the door open a little further, bit by bit::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  So you have never been teased or tormented before?

<ACEO_Lt_Blather> *EO*: Acknowledged. I just had to send a team out on damage control. If I free up anyone, I'll let you know.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: I wouldn't say that... I was raised on Earth, far away from my parents... or anyone else from my world... those who are left.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: It's not so much as there is a question about our location.  I have been running some mental calculations based on the data we had available and I have at least an idea the distance we could have covered.  Now, I don't have a direction which is what I'm hoping I can figure out here in astrometrics.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	COM:  CO:  Captain, I have five class M planets for you.  The closest is 19.4 light years away.  I am not reading any transmissions so if they have life on them, it is probably pre-electronic.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Administers a small dose near the wound::  O'Shea:  Ready suction, and prepare the cellular microsutures.  I would like to move quickly.  ::Exchanges the hypo for the laser scalpel, double-checks the monitor, and begins the incision::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::with Raeyld's help, and a firm grasp on the nearest console, he pushes towards his feet::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@::shakes his head at the findings... hoping that another warp civilization would be found::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::slams the other tray in, again hitting reset::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Shakes her head::  FCO:  Not the same.  Sibling teasing is... different then others.  My brother was much older then I, but my twin and I gave as good as we got to each other.

<O’Shea>  Sokov: Understood.   ::Prepares and activates the suction hose, and picks up the suture device::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  Hm.  ::Pauses a moment::  ...Hm.  I'm afraid this hits outside my field of expertise, somewhat.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::finds the last little hidden star chart and copies it to a packet than sends that fairly large packet to the CO's tricorder:: CO: Sorry for the delay, sir. Star charts are heading your way.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Finishes the incision::  O'Shea:  Suction.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Waits a moment to make sure Oley stays pretty well on his feet:: Oley: How is this? Can you stand? Do you feel able to walk?

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: I guess it's an opportunity I missed out on

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  The computer core deep in engineering flickers briefly.  Consoles around the computer core begin to come online from cold startup.

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::his legs feel fine, and his head is feeling increasingly clear::  MO: I think I'm good.

<O’Shea> ::Immediately shifts the end of the suction tubule into the newly incised wound, removing excess blood that would otherwise block his view::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::glances up:: Self: Ooh, progress!

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: A touch of sadness to her voice::  FCO:  Yea...  well.  That is about all we can do in general out here.  Anything particular you wanted to site see?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::nods as the consoles flash to life::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: Continue monitoring as best you can.  If the area looks clear and you want to have Ensign Northcutt pilot a little closer you may proceed with caution.  Do not go anymore than 3 ly from the Overton.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::makes it to Sickbay and decides to just insert herself into the fray by helping another patient, she's not sure who's in charge::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: Reset the computer systems there using the isolinear subsystems, Ensign. It looks like power systems to the cores are intact, but they need to be reset.

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::arrives on Deck 21, climbs to his feet, and begins a jog towards the Power Distribution Center::

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::starts the shuttle's computer on extrapolating stellar positions, and looking for stars that match the color spectrum of know stars::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Listens in on the situation, really quite unsure what's been going on, as he's scarcely been conscious for about half an hour::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: 3 Light Years... better than nothing

<FP_FL_Neilsen> ::watches Tain and Gulash exit Sickbay, then sees Niventra enter::  Teral Loni:  Damn, who's the fox?

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*XO*: On it, sir. ::he resets the computer as ordered, working as quickly as he dares::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: Not really doctor.  As chief medical officer this data could impact our crew quite a bit and I'm still hoping doctor Niventra can join us.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  Doctor Nev--oh, yes, the counselor...I spoke to her just a minute ago.  I believe she was on her way to Sickbay.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Nods, partly to him, partly to herself...and glances around as the lights come up:: Oley: Excellent. Now, there's a decent probability you've suffered a concussion, so let's move to sickbay to confirm or deny. If not, I can write you a temporary clearance from medical attention, if you come back later for further treatment.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Employs clamps to hold the flesh aside::  O'Shea:  Microsuture.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  Area reads clear.  Go ahead and head in the general direction of our first promising M star.   From there we can do an arc back to the ship.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: Now... ::Glances at the exit doors:: ...the question is, do you want to try risking the turbolifts, since they seem to be coming online?

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  MO: No, no, I think I'll go to Sickbay first Doctor...I don't feel -that- good...

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::initiates a level 5 diagnostic on the computer systems::

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  Holographic star systems come online within astrometrics.   The computer begins working on possible matches.  Soon Doctor Welland and Captain T'Shara are surrounded by stellar systems.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Understood, course set, maximum speed

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::taps "Reset":: *XO*: Ok, computers should be resetting now. That or the ship will blow up.

<WO_van Kampen>   ::Stumbles a bit as the doors suddenly swish open...blinks, and goes over to set the doors back to normal::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::looks at the console and sees the cores on Deck 30 and Deck 37 are restarting::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: Negative, Ensign...you've got her on the mend. Excellent work.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Dizzied a bit as the holograms swirl about him::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*EO*: What's your next move?

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::arrives in the Power Distribution centers, just in time to see the consoles flicker to life, and seventeen blue alerts sound to let him know of power problems::

<O’Shea> ::Keeping the suction steadily available in one hand, hands the suture device to Sokov wordlessly::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::turns around and watches the star systems come to life.  Begins pressing a few buttons to being running stellar matches with the Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta quadrants.::

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Looks up a moment as the dimmer lighting switches to a more adequate degree of lighting, and the rest of the auxiliary monitors activate, then takes the device from O'Shea and begins knitting blood vessels back together::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	::engages the impulse engines to move away from the ship at full speed::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::checks his PADD:: *XO*: Next priority is getting impulse to 100% and warp back online.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::spots the 'negative response' from the search:: Self: Oh wonderful.

<Teral_Loni> ::turns and observes Niventra, but doesn't recognize her::  FP: I'm afraid I cannot be assistance there, Lieutenant.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	Oley: Let's go then.  ::Begins steadily moving along toward the turbolift door:: ::Half aloud, half to herself:: ...quite an interesting time to be lost, isn't it?

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	::smiles at his enthusiasm, and wishes he was young and an ensign...well, maybe not the last part::  *EO*: I like it. I'll meet you in Engineering.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  I take it the engineering crews have done...something good.  ::Smiles a little, observing the holographic star maps::

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CO*: Davis to T'Shara...::hooks the hatch back to the console::

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	*XO*: Yessir. ::whistles to himself as he makes his way up to Main Engineering::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: It would seem they have worked some of their magic yes.

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  Slowly between the tricorder and the newly booted computer core a match appears within astrometrics.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Reading through the incoming telemetry.::  FCO:  Let'see... we have a couple dozen more star systems... hmmm... possibly another M class planet and... :: stops, frowning down at her screen.::  Well well well... what have we here.

<Lt_Sokov>   ::Subdued, working carefully and not diverting his attention from the damaged area::  O'Shea:  Vitals?

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Got some good news there?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Watches as the data streams through the computer as it stops finding a match.::  CMO: Was Niventra needed in sickbay because if not I would like her to join us here.

<O’Shea>  Sokov: Stable, except heart rate and pulse. ...Lost a lot of blood.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	:: quickly her hands dance along the board, enhancing the data.::  FCO:  Depends on how you look at it.  I believe I have a warp trail.  Very faint, but there.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*XO*: T'Shara here go ahead Commander.  ::half listening as she looks at the data::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  Well, at least initially...based on the fact that we've got a lot of patients who'd been in surgery, who're probably coming around...and don't know that their ship's been lost, yet.  ::Sighs a little, then averts his eyes to his boots::

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::looks at the master display to determine which fusion reactor is in the best shape::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: That must be something...

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Helps Oley to the jeffries tube hatch::  Oley: I'll go down first. Please try not to fall...  I'd hate to die so far from...home.  ::Begins the climb down the tube::

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::turns to Teral:: Teral: I... well, I feel rather out-of-place... 

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  We need to get closer.

<XO_Cmdr_Davis>	*CO*: Captain, we've established control of the computer again. Some systems should start becoming available shortly. Matthews is in the power distribution center trying to free additional power for us too.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  But...just to check in, at first.  Need to give them some space, as well.  I would leave that to her judgment.

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: Course?

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: Understood.  I know it seems like you have done nothing but go from one crisis to another lately.

<Teral_Loni> ::Smiles::  CNS: Place is relative, child. The question is, do you know where you want to be?

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ COM:  CO:  Captain.  I am picking up warp trails... looks like multiple ones... possibly 16 or so.  Permission to go out further?  Preferably before they decay further.

<Lt_Sokov>   O'Shea:  Suction, then prepare a transfusion.  ::Continues working::

<FCO_Ens_Northcutt>	@CSO: 16?!?

<CMC_MCPO_Matthews> ::using the computer, he resets all fusion generators::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  That is what it looks like.

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ COM:  OPS: How is the incoming data?  I need you to verify something for me... warp trails.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	*XO*: Understood Commander.  I noticed some of the systems were back up since astrometrics has started coming back online.  Good work commander and to engineering as well.

<Ops_Ens_Fong>	::gets up and goes to the shuttle's replicator, where he says some very complimentary things to the replicator.  The Ferengi returns to the pilot's seat with a plate of Sweedish meatballs, and a fork::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: Aye, doctor probably a wise idea.

<O’Shea>  ::Provides the necessary suction, then turns only-half-away to prepare a synthetic plasma transfusion::

<FP_FL_Neilsen> ::leans forward, the sight of a beautiful woman making him feel much better::  CNS: And more importantly, I'm Flight Lieutenant Neilsen.  ::extends hand::

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	Teral: Ah... I'd rather be out of this mess if it's all the same to you... ::gives the Bajoran woman a raised eyebrow:: 

<SMDrew>	ACTION:  Slowly the astrometrics lab pans out from the milky way.  Soon passing by several other known galaxies before turning to view Messier 51.  The Whirlpool Galaxy.  The Computer confirms the Overton's position 23 million light years from its previous position in sector 97.

<MO_LtCmdr_Raeyld>	::Softly, beneath her breath, as she continues down the tube, with Oley hopefully trailing above her:: ...a very long way from home...

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	::Looks back up at the star maps::  CO:  ...So, what's the verdict?  ::Motions a little toward the innumerable stars::

<PC_SSgt_Oley>  ::continues to follow Raeyld::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: Can you determine who made the trail and approximately how long ago?  And no you may not go out any further Lieutenant.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::is taken aback by the man in the bed:: FP: Oh! Nice to meet you Lt. Neilson... I'm Lt. Niventra, once of the USS Manchester... 

<FP_FL_Neilsen> CNS: Ah...sorry to hear about the Manchester.  ::suddenly perks up::  What post were you there?

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	FP: I was the Head Counselor... 

<FP_FL_Neilsen> ::his smile becomes larger::  CNS: Well hot diggity damn...we need one of them here!

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Raises an eyebrow at the screen.::  CMO: That confirms my approximate calculations that we are 23 million light years from our previous position in sector 97.

<Teral_Loni> ::smiles slightly, more politely than anything, and decides she doesn't want to see the true nature of pilots::  FP/CNS: It was nice meeting you, Counselor.  Excuse me.  ::moves off::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ :: Looks at Northcutt and shrugs::  COMM:  CO:  Sorry, captain.  If you want that info, we need to get closer.  However, they appear to be heading away from the Overton's position.  Possibly the fleet that entered the conduit?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  That's...a fairly long way, isn't it?  ::Gazes at the stars, and wonders if the place from which they came is even among them::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	COM: Shuttle One: CSO: That is a logical assumption Lieutenant.  But, I do not want you and Ensign Northcutt trailing them at this point you are no match do you understand.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	FP: Really? I'm not sure where Starfleet will post me after this...

<FP_FL_Neilsen> CNS: God willin' it's here. But...just a warning...if you meet guy named Kraklp, he's a jacka--....er....a pain. Avoid him.  ::grins::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ COM:  There are no ships near by that I can detect.  The warp trails are about 18 light years away.  From what I have so far... hmmm... never mind.

<CNS_LtJG_Niventra>	::chuckles:: FP: I'll be sure to look out for him... ::feels good energy and optimism from this pilot::

<CO_Capt_TShara>	CMO: You could say that doctor.  ::points to a small dot::  CMO: That dot there is where we once were.

<EO_Ens_Dawkins>	::hmmms and works on restoring the impulse drive::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Welland>	CO:  And now we're...where?  ::Looks around for some sort of indicator::

<CSO_Lt_Senn>	@ FCO:  There are other trails not far from us... they may have originated about where we are.  Hmmm... decomp suggests maybe two weeks ago.  And... looks like Starfleet signature.

<CO_Capt_TShara>	::Points to the whirlpool galaxy::  CMO: We are currently here doctor.

<SMDrew>	****************** Pause Mission **********************

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