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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 story. 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. Still... 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 ALIVE! 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...
Tempest Fell
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 his mind. "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 face...
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 big dork' 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 Medical
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?" "Yes, sir." "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 distain. 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 viloent?) 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 her. "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 his strenght. "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, son." Zantor nodded and lowered his lips to her ears, simply whispering to her. "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 was done...
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 regeneration... Hmm... 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 Medical Mushroom? (i hate mushrooms) USS> Scoperta
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