Tempest stared out at the calming sunset. Just simply staring, like
so many times before. And like so many times before, she had hoped
that someone would appear from the background, someone would join
her. NOt just anybody, but a certian somebody.
But she had to resign herself to the fact that he was gone, she told
herself. He was dead, long lost in the fabric of time to some will
of undescribible mystery. And yet, she still couldn't shake the
feeling that he was alive, somewhere, out there. It was times like
these that she could almost sence that he was with her, that he was
just beyond her glance against the purple lit moutians.
But she knew it was a farce, a vain hope against all odds. He hadn't
shown up in the entire length of time that she was here, heck he
didn't even show up while she was fighting in, well, that's another
Tempest looked down at her hands, almost remembering the last time
they touched his face. She smiled as he rose his hand to her lips,
silencing her from her endless babble when all he wanted to do was
stare into her eyes... Those eyes... Those eyes... They still
haunted her in the night, still came through in her dreams.
Suddenly tempest's head twisted back towards the cave, almsot
certian she had heard the same sounds that he made while coming out
of it. No, she didn't hear it. Did she?
no... NO!!!!!!!! What she heard was his thoughts, his fleeting mind
floating across her mind for the first time in ages. The gentle
caress of his spirit, just for a heartbeat before it was gone again
and she felt alone.
But it was enough, it was enough. Her eyes widened, her heart
threatened to tear from her chest as she was wrapped up in the now
fleeting memory of his touching her mind. He was alive... he was
Tempest, wrapped up in the emotions of a forigen and far off lover,
should have watched her step. For as she felt herself wrapped in her
emotions, her feet pressed back, towards the jagged edgeof the
cliff... Closer... Closer...
Zantor looked up, hearing a soul cry out, hearing a voice as radiant
as any nova he had ever experienced scream for help, atleast within
"Roka!!!" He heard, all to autibly as he turned around.
"Computer! Disengage program."
The moutian shimmered out of existance as he watched himself become
alone again. He opened his mind again, now knowing fully well what
was going on.
"Computer! Re-engage safty protocalls of all holodecks immediately!"
Zantor shouted, already on his way out the door.
It is hard to describe flight, or falling. There was something truly
glorious about that lack of control, allowing one to fall from both
mind, body, and soul. And something deeply terrifiying as Tempest
realized that while the glory of her flight filled her, she was
still speeding towards the bottom.
Before she could control herself, she called out for the only person
that came into her mind to help her. Yet, knowing he would never
arrive, she quickly twisted her body into a ball, flipping over to
allow for greater wind resistance. If she could just get to the
river, she thought untill the once beautiful rock raced towards her
Zantor ran into the holodeck right next to his and saw the body of a
woman fall from the cliff, just intime, or far too late. He began to
run, faster then he had ever imagined her could go. It was as if
somethign inside of him had pushed him towards helping his person.
'ofcourse' he would tell himself later 'your medical training you
Zantor watched as the woman's scull cracked ruthlessly on the rock
wall becide her, just before the program deactivated and the body
took it's final plunge onto the yellow squares. Zantor raced forward.
He turned her over, touching her forehead with his hand and trying
to determine her injuries, for the safety protocalls took a moment
to come online and even longer to disengage.
"Sick Bay! This is Holodeck 3 (number right?)! I have an accident
here! Looks like crainal damage, broken nose, possible broken neck.
Patient is uncontious at the moment and I am applying pressure to
her bleeding. Note for trama team, better have an extra supply of
blood on hand, it looks like a bone punchtured her aorta (or teh
betazed equivalent) and she's starting to bleed out!" Zantor said,
all while taking off his shirt and pressing it fearcly on her neck.
Her eyes fluttered open for a moment while he lowered his hands
down. When he looked back up, they were closed again, he was certian
she hadn't seen anyof his face, not that that mattered.
"Be advised, this is a prioity one alert, Guys where are you?! The
patient is a Captain!"
Immediately the room was filled with a whine that Zantor recognized
immediately as a transporter signal.
The trama team quickly took over as Zantor watched. He wanted to
head to sickbay to prepare, but something told him he wasn't suppose
to leave her side.
Ensign Roka Zantor
Zantor raced in directly behind the trama team, watching as they put
her into a clean room immediately.
The doctor came to meet him.
"Ensign, You found her?"
"Tell me, how did you know where she was?"
"She was in the holodeck right next to me. She somehow contacted me
telepathically. Knew my name and everything."
The doctor noded. "WEll, the captain is a telepath, she probably
sensed y ou."
"I don't know, doctor. but I'm willing to ofter my help immediately."
The doctor waved his hands. "That won't be nessessary, Ensign. we
got it from here.
Zantor, for the first time since he arrived in this place, felt his
anger overwhelm his manners. "Sir, i found her. I have a
responsibility to offer my assistance. I have multiple degrees in
cranial damage and Xeno-biology."
The doctor turned around, not liking an ensign walking on his
turf. "Are you a fully qualified doctor, ENSIGN?" The man said with
Zantor stood to the man confidently. "Yes I am, SIR!"
The doctor just shook his head as he walked away and ran towards the
clean room. Zantor immediately started to scrub up.
An hour into the procedure he was called in, thankfully. That is,
thankfully for anyone who was around. He had a sudden fearce sence
of obligation to make sure these creatures didn't harm the captain,
maybe his training. But he was very well ready to bust through that
glass and take over at gunpoint, if he had do (when did he get so
But Zantor was in there, mask pulled up tight to his face, coming
down right below his eyeline, leaving him virtually unidentifiable.
He made himself very useful by handing out various tools of the
emergency surgery as well as wiping the sweat from the doctors. From
the readouts he knew it was a difficult procedure, a bone fragment
had become lodged in her brain. Apparently it was more serious a hit
that Zantor realized. And yes, her neck was broken, but not to the
point that modern medicine couldn't heal the broken bones. The
nerves were tattered, that was the problem. She may have to stay in
traction, or worse be paralized from the neck down.
But Zantor was still there.
Another hour into the procedure, the patient began to wake up...
Tempest's eyes futtered opened weakly, cautiously. her eyes seemed
to be the only tihng working at this point, but all she knew was
that she was surrounded by white suits, by face masks, by unknowns
and they were experimenting on her, they were killing her! SHe had
to excape, somehow! It was her duty.
Immediately she called power to her arms, beginging to fight off the
agressors with the full fercity that she could muster, which seemed
to only be an annoyance to the operators.
They spoke in mumbles, in fragments, shouting orders and looking
down at her. What were they doing?
Suddenly her mind flashed back to the cave, long ago. What they had
put her through, before...
'Help!' She cried lowly.
Zantor immediately picked up on her cry and looked at the doctor.
"Restrain her! Get her to calm down, seditatives, now!"
Zantor held the doctor's hand back. "Sedatives at this point would
damage the nerve endings, expecially this far into the procedure.
You'll end up paralizing her or killing her!"
"She's going to end up dead if she keeps trying to fight us off.'
The doctor fought back in his defence. The captain now forming her
hands into fists and fighitng against the doctors who where helping
"Wait, doctor. I can help. I'm a telepath, i can calm her down."
Zantor said as he stepped forward.
The doctor looked over at the command officer, who nodded and allowed
Zantor to proceed.
Zantor quickly placed his hands over her closed fists. At once she
began to try to fight him off, but he held her at bay easily with
"Shhh... captain. We are here to help you, Just calm down Captain."
Tempest still struggled against the doctors.
The doctors looked at Zantor and one said 'Call her by her name,
Zantor nodded and lowered his lips to her ears, simply whispering to
"Tempest, calm down, Tempest. You are going to be okay. You are
going to be okay..."
Suddenly tempest's body seemed to tence up even more. HEr hands
dropped from lack of strenght, but her eyes shot directly at
Zantor's as he pulled back. He looked deeply into those beautiful
lime eyes and continued to whisper. "It' okay, Tempest. I'm here,
nothing will happen to you. You are going to be alright."
Tempest simply moved her mouth. 'how.' slowly.
Zantor just stroked her hand gently as she began to close her eyes
once again. He felt her body begin to losen, to lose it's incredible
tention and begin to slip back into unconciousness.
Zantor stayed there, looking over his Captain untill the operation
Four hours later Zantor was talking with the doctors.
"Well, it looks like her condition has improved quite a bit. The
bone fragment was lodged in her graymatter, but nothing that
couldn't be removed."
Zantor nodded as if he was within the conversatin. "What about her
nerves? Is she able to use her body?"
The doctors looked at the ensign and shook their heads. "I give her
about a one percent chance of feeling from the chest down, even less
for feeling from the waist down. But atleast sheis alive."
Zantor nodded grimly, understanding the bleak assessment. He turned
back and pulled back his steril mask back on his face. The doctors
were heading out of the sickbay for their break and Zantor looked
over the readings again.
They didn't look good, many of the nerves were shattered, torn from
the hit that she took. Even more from the operation, severed
nessessaily to get to the bone fragment. It didn't look good for her
at all, Zantor knew as he looked back down at the sleeping patient.
her nose was completely repaired, no scarring on her face and no
permenant damage. She had a scar on her neck from the operation, and
on the back of her head, but that would heal up with only a dermal
Zantor picked up a dermal regenerator and looked at it. Not
understanding what he was doing, he opened it up and took out a
piece of equitment from his pocket, beginning to tamper with the
settings of the Device. When he was sure he got the right settings
(Huh? What right settings?) he clipped the back into place and
activated the dermal regenerator.
Running the new device over the patient and making movements that he
should never have known (He was good, but not THAT good), Zantor
found the nerves quickly reweaving themselves, reistablishing the
connective tissues and neurons. The chemicals began to flow freely
through them again as Zantor turned off teh dermal regenerator. He
looked at the monitor, smiling at what he didn't understand, but
atleast the captain had a 99.9 percent chance of walking and full
use of her body again. Zantor smiled again as he existed the clean
room to allow the woman to rest, taking the device in his hand and
examinging it as if it was an object of great wonder, and confusion.
Ensign Roka Zantor
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