Disclaimer: Do I even need to say it? Good I thought not.
I would like to thank my friends Anarra and Ladybug who review anyway. Maybe I should start sending it to them only because they're the only ones who review at the moment. Come on, it's my birthday, send me reviews as a present. If you review within a week of my posting, I'll send you cake over the Internet.
I bet you all just want me to stop talking and find out what happens to Ladybug's favorite character, so... On with the fic!
Commander K'mpel was in transporter room two of the Kahless, waiting for his guests to materialize. He had given the order to transport a minute ago, when someone started yelling that they were under attack. The duty officer was having trouble locking on, despite the fact they were all wearing transport locators. Commander K'mpel was worried; a lot can happen in a minute's worth of battle. He did not want to explain to the Federation how Ambassador Spock or Captain Picard or that ensign who accompanied him had gotten killed while they were passengers on his ship.
His thoughts were broken by an orange light on the transporter pad. Five Romulans and Ambassador Spock appeared. They were still locked in various attack and defense postures, but stood up calmly when the beam released them. A communication from the other transporter room interrupted the Klingon commander's greetings.
"Sir, there are wounded in here. We need medical supplies, quickly."
"There are no medical supplies in the transporter room. Beam them to sickbay, you dolt."
"Yes, sir." The communication cut out.
Captain Picard materialized on the Klingon ship, still holding Ensign Rey. Five Romulans appeared around him. Three were injured and out cold. Picard gently shifted Ensign Rey's limp body so he could look at her injuries. He could hear the duty officer in the transporter room call Commander K'mpel and the uninjured Romulans moving off the pad. Ensign Rey had a nasty disrupter burn on her back. Blood was oozing from a large bump/ bruise on her temple.
"Captain Picard, we are going to beam the injured to sickbay." Said the duty officer.
"Hurry."
"Wait," cried the Romulan named Taron, "I was a medical student before I was kicked out for joining the rebels. I can help!" He jumped back onto the transporter and they disappeared.
Sickbay was deserted. Klingons have few doctors. They're a fairly healthy bunch. Taron examined Zandile and Captain Picard put the injured onto the beds. Taron finished his diagnosis and started rustling around for supplies.
"She has severe burns, but the disrupter cauterized the wounds. I can heal it with some medical supplies. She also has a terrible concussion. That's what I'm most worried about. Curse the Klingon sickbays! They are too honor conscience to have advanced medical supplies! They think it a degradation to heal battle wounds!" Taron pounded his fist on a table.
"Will she survive?" Asked Captain Picard worriedly. His eyebrows knitted together in anxiety.
"If I don't get some better supplies than this, she won't."
Captain Picard looked alarmed. "Wait, there's a medical kit in the shuttlecraft. I'll go get it." He ran from sickbay. Taron took scans of the others, and nodded in slight relief. None of them were badly injured. One of his friends was only stunned. Taron used a stimulant in a hypospray to wake him up.
Soon, Captain Picard came back panting, with two boxes in his arms. Commander K'mpel followed, with long strides. Taron would have berated the commander for having an ill-supplied sickbay, but he had more important things to do. He grabbed the medkits and brought them to Zandile's bedside. He pulled out dermal regenerators, hyposprays, and other stuff only medically trained people could identify and got to work.
A half-hour later, Taron wiped his brow and stepped back.
"Well?" Asked Captain Picard.
"I healed the burns, but I couldn't do anything about the concussion. I don't have the tools or the training to go mess with someone's brain. I put her into a drug-induced coma, but I think stasis would be better for her to be in."
"Are there stasis pods on your ship, Commander?" Questioned Picard, turning toward K'mpel. "Yes, of course. I will help you."
Taron stayed in sickbay to help the other Romulans while Picard and K'mpel took Zandile, on a stretcher, to the stasis pods.
"I have contacted your ship, Captain," said K'mpel. "They will rendezvous with us on the other side of the neutral zone. We will be there in 2 days at maximum warp."
"You are very honorable, Commander K'mpel. You have saved many lives these past few days. You have my thanks, as well as thanks from the Federation and Starfleet."
Happy now, ladybug, she didn't die. But she still could. Muh, hahahaha!
I knocked this chapter off in an hour, so there's probably mistakes. If ya'll see any, just tell me, and I'll fix it. Thanks!
Hey shorty, it's my birthday. We're gonna party like it's my birthday! So party in the club, something, something. How does the rest go?
Send reviews as a present!!! Please!!!
I would like to thank my friends Anarra and Ladybug who review anyway. Maybe I should start sending it to them only because they're the only ones who review at the moment. Come on, it's my birthday, send me reviews as a present. If you review within a week of my posting, I'll send you cake over the Internet.
I bet you all just want me to stop talking and find out what happens to Ladybug's favorite character, so... On with the fic!
Commander K'mpel was in transporter room two of the Kahless, waiting for his guests to materialize. He had given the order to transport a minute ago, when someone started yelling that they were under attack. The duty officer was having trouble locking on, despite the fact they were all wearing transport locators. Commander K'mpel was worried; a lot can happen in a minute's worth of battle. He did not want to explain to the Federation how Ambassador Spock or Captain Picard or that ensign who accompanied him had gotten killed while they were passengers on his ship.
His thoughts were broken by an orange light on the transporter pad. Five Romulans and Ambassador Spock appeared. They were still locked in various attack and defense postures, but stood up calmly when the beam released them. A communication from the other transporter room interrupted the Klingon commander's greetings.
"Sir, there are wounded in here. We need medical supplies, quickly."
"There are no medical supplies in the transporter room. Beam them to sickbay, you dolt."
"Yes, sir." The communication cut out.
Captain Picard materialized on the Klingon ship, still holding Ensign Rey. Five Romulans appeared around him. Three were injured and out cold. Picard gently shifted Ensign Rey's limp body so he could look at her injuries. He could hear the duty officer in the transporter room call Commander K'mpel and the uninjured Romulans moving off the pad. Ensign Rey had a nasty disrupter burn on her back. Blood was oozing from a large bump/ bruise on her temple.
"Captain Picard, we are going to beam the injured to sickbay." Said the duty officer.
"Hurry."
"Wait," cried the Romulan named Taron, "I was a medical student before I was kicked out for joining the rebels. I can help!" He jumped back onto the transporter and they disappeared.
Sickbay was deserted. Klingons have few doctors. They're a fairly healthy bunch. Taron examined Zandile and Captain Picard put the injured onto the beds. Taron finished his diagnosis and started rustling around for supplies.
"She has severe burns, but the disrupter cauterized the wounds. I can heal it with some medical supplies. She also has a terrible concussion. That's what I'm most worried about. Curse the Klingon sickbays! They are too honor conscience to have advanced medical supplies! They think it a degradation to heal battle wounds!" Taron pounded his fist on a table.
"Will she survive?" Asked Captain Picard worriedly. His eyebrows knitted together in anxiety.
"If I don't get some better supplies than this, she won't."
Captain Picard looked alarmed. "Wait, there's a medical kit in the shuttlecraft. I'll go get it." He ran from sickbay. Taron took scans of the others, and nodded in slight relief. None of them were badly injured. One of his friends was only stunned. Taron used a stimulant in a hypospray to wake him up.
Soon, Captain Picard came back panting, with two boxes in his arms. Commander K'mpel followed, with long strides. Taron would have berated the commander for having an ill-supplied sickbay, but he had more important things to do. He grabbed the medkits and brought them to Zandile's bedside. He pulled out dermal regenerators, hyposprays, and other stuff only medically trained people could identify and got to work.
A half-hour later, Taron wiped his brow and stepped back.
"Well?" Asked Captain Picard.
"I healed the burns, but I couldn't do anything about the concussion. I don't have the tools or the training to go mess with someone's brain. I put her into a drug-induced coma, but I think stasis would be better for her to be in."
"Are there stasis pods on your ship, Commander?" Questioned Picard, turning toward K'mpel. "Yes, of course. I will help you."
Taron stayed in sickbay to help the other Romulans while Picard and K'mpel took Zandile, on a stretcher, to the stasis pods.
"I have contacted your ship, Captain," said K'mpel. "They will rendezvous with us on the other side of the neutral zone. We will be there in 2 days at maximum warp."
"You are very honorable, Commander K'mpel. You have saved many lives these past few days. You have my thanks, as well as thanks from the Federation and Starfleet."
Happy now, ladybug, she didn't die. But she still could. Muh, hahahaha!
I knocked this chapter off in an hour, so there's probably mistakes. If ya'll see any, just tell me, and I'll fix it. Thanks!
Hey shorty, it's my birthday. We're gonna party like it's my birthday! So party in the club, something, something. How does the rest go?
Send reviews as a present!!! Please!!!