Disclaimer: I don't own any of Star Trek, just writing some stories for
creative temperment...plus used some technobabble from Next Gen. Technical
Manual pgs. 18 & 24 plus Spark Charts on Human Bone Structure
Jonathan walked down the hall at a rapid pace, followed by Lt. Reynolds. Halfway to Engineering, he pulled out his communicator and paged Cmdr. Tucker again but got no response. This made him hurry even more.
Suddenly the ship shuddered, and alert klaxons started going off like blazes. Ignoring the piercing sound, Archer radioed the bridge. "Report!" "There are dozens of micro-fractures along the centerlines of both the outer and inner hull structures due to too much stress in the duranium macrofillament truss frames. The excessive stress was due the deep age of the metal, they are the original ones , which make them at fifteen years old, sir.", replied T'Pol "I don't care how old they are, Sub-Commander! Why weren't they replaced early-oh-never mind! Get us to slow down to impulse and take the warp core off-line if you have to just to stop us from shaking apart!", hollered a desperate Captain. Archer was worried about this part of his ship being heavily damaged because it was the main frame that held the whole ship together. He was even more concerned about the adjacent trusses that were located on main impulse engine sections, right in the heart of Engineering. As Archer raced down the hall, vaulted into the turbolift towards the bridge, he also realized that certain that near the main truss supports, more than a few utility conduits were also being held up by these frames.
Archer knew he needed to head to the bridge and sent Lt. Reynolds to help out in Engineering. Normally he would have sent Reynolds to his post at the Armoury but Johnathan had a feeling Engineering needed more help today than the infamous Torpedo Bay did. The rest of the MACOs were assigned to report to the Armoury and could help out plenty, being they were cross-trained for emergency postings.
Archer sprinted out of the turbolift as it halted to the bridge and practically pushed the imparting doors away from each other as he pushed out of the small space. He had not been aware of any claustrophobic issues during his training for Starfleet but a bout of it flared up his senses to his frustration at not knowing the statis of one of his treasured Senior Officers.
Archer swung into his chair and nodded to T'Pol for a report.
"The primary truss frames have been stabilized by force fields that Lt. Reed fortunately finished installing only last week. The secondary frames, the aluminum crystalfoam stringers phase-transition bonded sealant has all but deteriated when the anomaly impacted the ship. Many pieces of the ship, inside Engineering to be exact, have been shaken from their holding places. "
"What primarily fell apart in Engine-" Before Archer could get the rest of his sentence out, Reynolds radioed the bridge.
"Sir, it's a terrible mess in here, I've called Doctor Phlox for Medical Emergency in Engineering ten minutes ago, as you left me on B Deck. There's fires being put out everywhere, lots of dangling wires and busted conduits strewn about the floor, and I don't see Cmdr. Tucker anywhere."
"Just keep on looking, Reynolds. I'll send half of the team of the original Armoury staff and the other half of the MACOs to help pitch in."
"Confirmed, sir."
Archer sat down in his chair and looked at Hoshi, who bit her lip and forced herself to take several deep breaths. Travis kept staring straight ahead at the viewscreen and Lt. Reed was re-checking the readiness of the weapons to keep from fidgeting in front of his superior officer. Archer forced himself to pick-up a data pad then asked T'Pol to read off the damage reports coming in from around the ship.
"Unfortunately sir, communications through the ship just destabilized after you talked with Reynolds. If you want to go take reports yourself, I will take care of the Bridge while you are gone, to help allieviate your tension about any missing crew, whomever they may be."
"No one in particular, though, eh T'Pol?"
"It would be prudent of you to locate Cmdr. Tucker's whereabouts since he is our Chief Engineer, and he would be diffilcult to replace."
"Aye, aye, Sub-Commander", Archer replied as he exited the bridge. Inside he leaned his back against the wall of the turbolift and swore if anything happened to Trip, he would need some serious mental therapy of his own. Although they hadn't announced to the crew, their, by now, very serious relationship. He tried to be fair about treating Trip like an equal officer of the crew. It had taken two months of composing and presenting a dissertation on the positive effects of relationship between the crewmembers onboard a starship. He even included non and enlisted personnel. Trip had been really proud of him for that and they had celebrated over fried catfish and steaks just last week at the win over the old Starfleet obsolete regulation. It had properly been thrown out the window, never to return again. Plus the joy of getting a daughter, from Trip's very own self, was a great gift to add to their family. Even Porthos enjoyed being walked by Alena more on some days than his own owner.
Archer got to Deck E where Engineering was located and upon touching the doors to the entranceway, he found they were searing hot. He ripped off the sleeves of his uniform, lucky it was one of his older ones and did not even realize it was also one of his favorites. That was very beside the point concerning how his old favorite was being given a great last rite of passage to help other people, since Archer wound the ragged sleeves around his hands and pried open the doors to Engineering.
Archer was greeted by a scene of hell. Fires sparked out of side paneling, wires hung every five feet with open, blue blazing ends in midair, and crewman racing around with injured over their shoulders and clinging to their waists. Archer leaped over a scorching river of flames, ducked under a catwalk to avoid a shower of sparks, and leaned over and picked up a fallen crewman. By this time, Phlox's Medical Team was also hop-scotching over hot spots, loading people onto gurneys, almost running into each other like bumper cars due to the high number of causalities being taken away to the safe haven of Sickbay.
Archer placed the unconscious female engineer, Ensign Gellaher he recognized, onto a gurney just as it slid up in front of him. He turned around and paced cautiously to a melting pile of wires and metal.
"Sssstatis...", mumbled Archer as a scored, and badly burned engineer ran up to him.
"The stringers that were holding up the parts that supported the deflector shield grid and it all knotted together with wiring from the subspace radio attennas. Also our main fushion preburner blew straight out of the wall, and added to the mess. The magnetic quench block is ruptured and the transfer duct/gas combiner was spilit in half. If you don't mind sir, I'd like to sit down or lie down, something, please sir. I'm actually not gonna be like the rest of the engineers and not say I'm not injured.", replied Ensign Naguro. She kept wincing and clutching her right hip area, although she kept integrating it with tightly pressed lips which short, gasps of air escaped between.
"Yes, of course, let me help you,", suddenly yelped Archer and practically lifted the girl into his arms and transferred her into the arms of Dr. Phlox himself. Dr. Phlox ran off with the women, laid her down on an empty, soon to be exiting gurney, then cautiously approached the Captain. He came up to the taller man and watched alongside him as mostly MACOs with heavy-duty power drills and electro-magnetic chainsaws started to cut through the mass of fried metal in the middle of Engineering.
"Half of the Engineering Team was injured in this incident and I will be frank with you, Captain. We have not located Cmdr. Tucker and I'm afraid I know the exact spot where he is.", said Phlox gently ushering the Captain toward the shrunken pile of debris.
Archer crouched down and pulled away some of rubberized tubing that had melted across a spilit nozzle head.
"I know this can't be easy for you; I've been aware of your relationship with the Commander for a while now and I'm happy for both of you. I will do the best I can to help him recover once we get him out of there.", sighed Phlox.
"You mean, he's still....he's o.k.?", said an astonished Archer.
"His biosigns are weak, and although he may have massive internal injuries, I'm about to give up on him just yet."
Suddenly Archer dove head first into the rubble and pulled out a hand which he clutched mercilessly. He kissed it and rubbed his thumb over the calloused knuckles, while the Doctor tried to elbow his way in through the small gap to get closer to the Cmdr. Phlox was able to reach out and touch the right cheek of Tucker's face, and felt for a pulse under his neck to be sure. He would not try to rouse him awake as it was better the younger man was unconscious so he would not be aware of his broken body.
"Evans, come here with a saw immediately. We have to get Cmdr. Tucker out quickly, his pulse is constantly thready. ", Phlox called to one of the MACOs.
Evans gently physically set the Captain aside and begun shearing off the top of the "roof" over Cmdr. Tucker's head, then dismantled one of the sides. This widened the hole that Archer had found Tucker through and Archer once again got close to his partner. He started pushing debris out of the way, and throwing it over his head with such force that many of the EMTs stood back or circled round the Captain's side to help. There were six people at once pulling wires, breaking apart hardened plastic, and even bending softened metal to get Tucker out from his prison.
Finally the team had cleared enough room for Phlox and an assistant to crawl in. Phlox immobilized Trip's head with a neck and back-brace, then with another EMT lifted him onto a waiting gurney. Archer helped realease the brakes on the roll-about and positioned himself at the head of the gurney, and started rolling it out the door without waiting for anyone's invitation to join him. The EMTs had to scramble to pack up their gear, and run to catch up to the Captain. They caught up with him half-way down the hall, and all of them with Phlox in tow managed to squeeze into the lift.
During the ride, all was silent except for Phlox and one of the Med. Techs named O'Connell, scanned Trip and conferred to each other.
"There's a severe crack in the Vertebral Column, going across the Atlas C1 and Axis C2, and the Inferior Vertebral Notch and Intervertebral Foramen are shattered for the first top three Cervical Vertebrae. Also on the Thoracic Vertebrae, the Transverse foramen and Body bone have just turned to dust, I surmise since I can't even pick up scans of fragments of them. At least four of the middle ones. We'll have to get him into the Imagining Chamber to get a much more detailed look.", whisphered Phlox to O'Connell.
The lift arrived at C Deck, where Sickbay was located. The doors whooshed open, and once again, Archer took the helm in steering his beloved down the hallway. He kept a grim look in his eyes and stared blindly ahead as he almost ran down crewman in his path. Dr. Phlox hurried to keep up with him, and kept looking at his scanner and frowning the whole time. The doctor had his scanners hooked up to his main computer in Sickbay so that by the time the Rescue Team had gotten there, there would be a more detailed list of the injured injuries' awaiting them. Plus also the medical procedures lit up on a monitor in the case that the Doctor was unable to take care and charge over his patients himself.
The whole team pulled into Sickbay and came to a gentle but bracing halt near the bed of the Chamber, which was already pulled out by the staff who had been awaiting their arrival. Archer got to Trip's head, with a Tech. on Trip's left, and Phlox at the feet. Together they lifted Trip gently onto the bed and Phlox started the scans. Immediately, the screen showed what Phlox had concluded in the turbolift. It also showed that the Right Hip Joint Lateral of the Illium and the Illiac Fossa had been crushed, along with the Left one barely holding together for all the cracks that ran through out it. The Commander's Right Hip/Knee Interior Femur had spilt in half, along with his Tibia breaking apart in two places. The same was for his Left Hip/Knee and was twice as much for his Tibia—it broke in six places. The three main aspects of his feet, the Right and Left Foot Planatar Flexor Digitorum Longus Tendon and the Flexor Hallucis Longus Tendon had ripped apart along with the Peroneus Brevis Tendon in his left foot.
"Also his hands took a rather ingenious beating; the bones of the his right hand, from a Dorsal View, the Lunate b. and the Capitate are broken in four spots along with the Proximal Phalanges of his left being cracked in two different places in each finger."
As each item of the Tucker's broken body was read-off, Johnathan had just sat down and clutched his head in his hands, whimpered to himself. Many of the medical team averted their eyes away from him and continued with their work. They made sure the Commander was comfortable and well sedated for a while, as when he did have to wake-up it would be in excruciating pain. "There is a chance that Trip will recover, Captain. I can as they used to say in the old days sir, "rebuild him." His Nutrient Arteries will need extensive repair and he will be on an i.v. for several months just to keep him either hydrated or for his medication. I still have some samples of the Nano-Probes I harvested from that Borg we had on board the ship a while ago. They will help with creating new neural pathways to his newly fused spine and bone structure. Plus anchor his new structure together. He will require two months of bed rest but, knowing the Commander I'll be lucky if I can make him stay put for half a month. I also know that the crew will want to help participate in to take care of him as is he is going to need much "in-home care" after I'm "forced" to release him from Sickbay. There will be no deficient amount of volunteers I assure you, Captain. Apparently the Comms are functioning again because I've already gotten notes from my Med. Techs that all of Engineering and the MACOs have sent messages regarding Mr. Tucker. It seems they have all forgotten there's a ship to take care of, their so emotionally involved in the Commander's all- out recovery. It is such a great show of human spirit!", exclaimed Phlox. Archer listened to all of this with great resignment. He thought about all the rough Away Team encounters, long repair nights, and fierce alien attacks Trip had been through and decided that in a good way this would be a way to keep him from out of so much trouble. Sure he could still help out in Engineering, he had always been a great supervisor. They'd just have to figure out a way to make it all-accessible for him to get around in. At least two lifts would have to be installed and Trip would insist on one of them leading up to the main controls of the warp core. Johnathan laughed at this idea, and found out that there was a whole list of new projects to start accumulating so that the whole ship could be made Trip- friendly. Johnathan came to grips that his best friend and partner could be in a wheelchair for possibly the rest of his life....
Jonathan walked down the hall at a rapid pace, followed by Lt. Reynolds. Halfway to Engineering, he pulled out his communicator and paged Cmdr. Tucker again but got no response. This made him hurry even more.
Suddenly the ship shuddered, and alert klaxons started going off like blazes. Ignoring the piercing sound, Archer radioed the bridge. "Report!" "There are dozens of micro-fractures along the centerlines of both the outer and inner hull structures due to too much stress in the duranium macrofillament truss frames. The excessive stress was due the deep age of the metal, they are the original ones , which make them at fifteen years old, sir.", replied T'Pol "I don't care how old they are, Sub-Commander! Why weren't they replaced early-oh-never mind! Get us to slow down to impulse and take the warp core off-line if you have to just to stop us from shaking apart!", hollered a desperate Captain. Archer was worried about this part of his ship being heavily damaged because it was the main frame that held the whole ship together. He was even more concerned about the adjacent trusses that were located on main impulse engine sections, right in the heart of Engineering. As Archer raced down the hall, vaulted into the turbolift towards the bridge, he also realized that certain that near the main truss supports, more than a few utility conduits were also being held up by these frames.
Archer knew he needed to head to the bridge and sent Lt. Reynolds to help out in Engineering. Normally he would have sent Reynolds to his post at the Armoury but Johnathan had a feeling Engineering needed more help today than the infamous Torpedo Bay did. The rest of the MACOs were assigned to report to the Armoury and could help out plenty, being they were cross-trained for emergency postings.
Archer sprinted out of the turbolift as it halted to the bridge and practically pushed the imparting doors away from each other as he pushed out of the small space. He had not been aware of any claustrophobic issues during his training for Starfleet but a bout of it flared up his senses to his frustration at not knowing the statis of one of his treasured Senior Officers.
Archer swung into his chair and nodded to T'Pol for a report.
"The primary truss frames have been stabilized by force fields that Lt. Reed fortunately finished installing only last week. The secondary frames, the aluminum crystalfoam stringers phase-transition bonded sealant has all but deteriated when the anomaly impacted the ship. Many pieces of the ship, inside Engineering to be exact, have been shaken from their holding places. "
"What primarily fell apart in Engine-" Before Archer could get the rest of his sentence out, Reynolds radioed the bridge.
"Sir, it's a terrible mess in here, I've called Doctor Phlox for Medical Emergency in Engineering ten minutes ago, as you left me on B Deck. There's fires being put out everywhere, lots of dangling wires and busted conduits strewn about the floor, and I don't see Cmdr. Tucker anywhere."
"Just keep on looking, Reynolds. I'll send half of the team of the original Armoury staff and the other half of the MACOs to help pitch in."
"Confirmed, sir."
Archer sat down in his chair and looked at Hoshi, who bit her lip and forced herself to take several deep breaths. Travis kept staring straight ahead at the viewscreen and Lt. Reed was re-checking the readiness of the weapons to keep from fidgeting in front of his superior officer. Archer forced himself to pick-up a data pad then asked T'Pol to read off the damage reports coming in from around the ship.
"Unfortunately sir, communications through the ship just destabilized after you talked with Reynolds. If you want to go take reports yourself, I will take care of the Bridge while you are gone, to help allieviate your tension about any missing crew, whomever they may be."
"No one in particular, though, eh T'Pol?"
"It would be prudent of you to locate Cmdr. Tucker's whereabouts since he is our Chief Engineer, and he would be diffilcult to replace."
"Aye, aye, Sub-Commander", Archer replied as he exited the bridge. Inside he leaned his back against the wall of the turbolift and swore if anything happened to Trip, he would need some serious mental therapy of his own. Although they hadn't announced to the crew, their, by now, very serious relationship. He tried to be fair about treating Trip like an equal officer of the crew. It had taken two months of composing and presenting a dissertation on the positive effects of relationship between the crewmembers onboard a starship. He even included non and enlisted personnel. Trip had been really proud of him for that and they had celebrated over fried catfish and steaks just last week at the win over the old Starfleet obsolete regulation. It had properly been thrown out the window, never to return again. Plus the joy of getting a daughter, from Trip's very own self, was a great gift to add to their family. Even Porthos enjoyed being walked by Alena more on some days than his own owner.
Archer got to Deck E where Engineering was located and upon touching the doors to the entranceway, he found they were searing hot. He ripped off the sleeves of his uniform, lucky it was one of his older ones and did not even realize it was also one of his favorites. That was very beside the point concerning how his old favorite was being given a great last rite of passage to help other people, since Archer wound the ragged sleeves around his hands and pried open the doors to Engineering.
Archer was greeted by a scene of hell. Fires sparked out of side paneling, wires hung every five feet with open, blue blazing ends in midair, and crewman racing around with injured over their shoulders and clinging to their waists. Archer leaped over a scorching river of flames, ducked under a catwalk to avoid a shower of sparks, and leaned over and picked up a fallen crewman. By this time, Phlox's Medical Team was also hop-scotching over hot spots, loading people onto gurneys, almost running into each other like bumper cars due to the high number of causalities being taken away to the safe haven of Sickbay.
Archer placed the unconscious female engineer, Ensign Gellaher he recognized, onto a gurney just as it slid up in front of him. He turned around and paced cautiously to a melting pile of wires and metal.
"Sssstatis...", mumbled Archer as a scored, and badly burned engineer ran up to him.
"The stringers that were holding up the parts that supported the deflector shield grid and it all knotted together with wiring from the subspace radio attennas. Also our main fushion preburner blew straight out of the wall, and added to the mess. The magnetic quench block is ruptured and the transfer duct/gas combiner was spilit in half. If you don't mind sir, I'd like to sit down or lie down, something, please sir. I'm actually not gonna be like the rest of the engineers and not say I'm not injured.", replied Ensign Naguro. She kept wincing and clutching her right hip area, although she kept integrating it with tightly pressed lips which short, gasps of air escaped between.
"Yes, of course, let me help you,", suddenly yelped Archer and practically lifted the girl into his arms and transferred her into the arms of Dr. Phlox himself. Dr. Phlox ran off with the women, laid her down on an empty, soon to be exiting gurney, then cautiously approached the Captain. He came up to the taller man and watched alongside him as mostly MACOs with heavy-duty power drills and electro-magnetic chainsaws started to cut through the mass of fried metal in the middle of Engineering.
"Half of the Engineering Team was injured in this incident and I will be frank with you, Captain. We have not located Cmdr. Tucker and I'm afraid I know the exact spot where he is.", said Phlox gently ushering the Captain toward the shrunken pile of debris.
Archer crouched down and pulled away some of rubberized tubing that had melted across a spilit nozzle head.
"I know this can't be easy for you; I've been aware of your relationship with the Commander for a while now and I'm happy for both of you. I will do the best I can to help him recover once we get him out of there.", sighed Phlox.
"You mean, he's still....he's o.k.?", said an astonished Archer.
"His biosigns are weak, and although he may have massive internal injuries, I'm about to give up on him just yet."
Suddenly Archer dove head first into the rubble and pulled out a hand which he clutched mercilessly. He kissed it and rubbed his thumb over the calloused knuckles, while the Doctor tried to elbow his way in through the small gap to get closer to the Cmdr. Phlox was able to reach out and touch the right cheek of Tucker's face, and felt for a pulse under his neck to be sure. He would not try to rouse him awake as it was better the younger man was unconscious so he would not be aware of his broken body.
"Evans, come here with a saw immediately. We have to get Cmdr. Tucker out quickly, his pulse is constantly thready. ", Phlox called to one of the MACOs.
Evans gently physically set the Captain aside and begun shearing off the top of the "roof" over Cmdr. Tucker's head, then dismantled one of the sides. This widened the hole that Archer had found Tucker through and Archer once again got close to his partner. He started pushing debris out of the way, and throwing it over his head with such force that many of the EMTs stood back or circled round the Captain's side to help. There were six people at once pulling wires, breaking apart hardened plastic, and even bending softened metal to get Tucker out from his prison.
Finally the team had cleared enough room for Phlox and an assistant to crawl in. Phlox immobilized Trip's head with a neck and back-brace, then with another EMT lifted him onto a waiting gurney. Archer helped realease the brakes on the roll-about and positioned himself at the head of the gurney, and started rolling it out the door without waiting for anyone's invitation to join him. The EMTs had to scramble to pack up their gear, and run to catch up to the Captain. They caught up with him half-way down the hall, and all of them with Phlox in tow managed to squeeze into the lift.
During the ride, all was silent except for Phlox and one of the Med. Techs named O'Connell, scanned Trip and conferred to each other.
"There's a severe crack in the Vertebral Column, going across the Atlas C1 and Axis C2, and the Inferior Vertebral Notch and Intervertebral Foramen are shattered for the first top three Cervical Vertebrae. Also on the Thoracic Vertebrae, the Transverse foramen and Body bone have just turned to dust, I surmise since I can't even pick up scans of fragments of them. At least four of the middle ones. We'll have to get him into the Imagining Chamber to get a much more detailed look.", whisphered Phlox to O'Connell.
The lift arrived at C Deck, where Sickbay was located. The doors whooshed open, and once again, Archer took the helm in steering his beloved down the hallway. He kept a grim look in his eyes and stared blindly ahead as he almost ran down crewman in his path. Dr. Phlox hurried to keep up with him, and kept looking at his scanner and frowning the whole time. The doctor had his scanners hooked up to his main computer in Sickbay so that by the time the Rescue Team had gotten there, there would be a more detailed list of the injured injuries' awaiting them. Plus also the medical procedures lit up on a monitor in the case that the Doctor was unable to take care and charge over his patients himself.
The whole team pulled into Sickbay and came to a gentle but bracing halt near the bed of the Chamber, which was already pulled out by the staff who had been awaiting their arrival. Archer got to Trip's head, with a Tech. on Trip's left, and Phlox at the feet. Together they lifted Trip gently onto the bed and Phlox started the scans. Immediately, the screen showed what Phlox had concluded in the turbolift. It also showed that the Right Hip Joint Lateral of the Illium and the Illiac Fossa had been crushed, along with the Left one barely holding together for all the cracks that ran through out it. The Commander's Right Hip/Knee Interior Femur had spilt in half, along with his Tibia breaking apart in two places. The same was for his Left Hip/Knee and was twice as much for his Tibia—it broke in six places. The three main aspects of his feet, the Right and Left Foot Planatar Flexor Digitorum Longus Tendon and the Flexor Hallucis Longus Tendon had ripped apart along with the Peroneus Brevis Tendon in his left foot.
"Also his hands took a rather ingenious beating; the bones of the his right hand, from a Dorsal View, the Lunate b. and the Capitate are broken in four spots along with the Proximal Phalanges of his left being cracked in two different places in each finger."
As each item of the Tucker's broken body was read-off, Johnathan had just sat down and clutched his head in his hands, whimpered to himself. Many of the medical team averted their eyes away from him and continued with their work. They made sure the Commander was comfortable and well sedated for a while, as when he did have to wake-up it would be in excruciating pain. "There is a chance that Trip will recover, Captain. I can as they used to say in the old days sir, "rebuild him." His Nutrient Arteries will need extensive repair and he will be on an i.v. for several months just to keep him either hydrated or for his medication. I still have some samples of the Nano-Probes I harvested from that Borg we had on board the ship a while ago. They will help with creating new neural pathways to his newly fused spine and bone structure. Plus anchor his new structure together. He will require two months of bed rest but, knowing the Commander I'll be lucky if I can make him stay put for half a month. I also know that the crew will want to help participate in to take care of him as is he is going to need much "in-home care" after I'm "forced" to release him from Sickbay. There will be no deficient amount of volunteers I assure you, Captain. Apparently the Comms are functioning again because I've already gotten notes from my Med. Techs that all of Engineering and the MACOs have sent messages regarding Mr. Tucker. It seems they have all forgotten there's a ship to take care of, their so emotionally involved in the Commander's all- out recovery. It is such a great show of human spirit!", exclaimed Phlox. Archer listened to all of this with great resignment. He thought about all the rough Away Team encounters, long repair nights, and fierce alien attacks Trip had been through and decided that in a good way this would be a way to keep him from out of so much trouble. Sure he could still help out in Engineering, he had always been a great supervisor. They'd just have to figure out a way to make it all-accessible for him to get around in. At least two lifts would have to be installed and Trip would insist on one of them leading up to the main controls of the warp core. Johnathan laughed at this idea, and found out that there was a whole list of new projects to start accumulating so that the whole ship could be made Trip- friendly. Johnathan came to grips that his best friend and partner could be in a wheelchair for possibly the rest of his life....