En Route To SB400

Posted on Thu Jul 18th, 2013 @ 7:38am by Admiral Deela T'Lar & Commodore Andrew Clifford & Brigadier General David Hurd Sr & Captain Torilla Yamaguchi & Commander Tressa Brislan & Lieutenant Colonel Jillian "Phoenix" Sullivan & Colonel Danny Lennox & Sergeant Maal son of Torg & Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Ermey & Gunnery Sergeant Agtx

1,773 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Mission 83 - Recovery
Location: USS Vanguard
Timeline: Current

Sickbay

Mac had taken a seat on one of the Bio-Beds and waiting for the Doctor. He was still feeling, well, not right. He couldn't explain it. He had a headache, felt weak and jittery.

A few moments later, he saw the Doctor treating one of the Marines that had been on the team to pull him and Horman out of the Romulan camp...but he didn't know the Marine's name.

Tressa was suturing the Klingon's deltoid muscle and pulled back when he flinched. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

Maal bit back a Klingon curse that would make most people blush."It's ok"

Deela made her way to Sickbay. She paused at the door for a moment before entering. Once in, she looked around. She saw Brislan working on someone and sitting on another bio-bed was a man that she recognized as Paul MacLeod. She observed him for a moment, giving Brislan some time to finish up with Maal.

Phoenix looked up to see Deela but did not do anything else. Mostly it was because her prosthetic hand had jammed from all the adjustments Jillian had to manually perform on the yoke of the Scorpion.

Rarely, did she take her glove off her right hand, but now it was because the medical technician had to replace an actuator. And while that tech worked on Phoenix's hand, another was taking off the Romulan cosmetics.

"Major, let me know if you feel this," the technician said as he applied a small tool to her hand.

"I always feel it," Phoenix answered shortly, for her prosthetic hand typically functioned on a combination of bioelectrical and electrical current. It did not hurt, but it was sometimes an annoyance to lock-up the non biological components.

He nodded and proceeded to isolate the small servomotor; moments later it was replaced. He scanned the prosthetic and the attached nerves, then retrieved a squishy red ball from a nearby drawer.

"Catch," he said, tossing it towards her right.

"Honestly," Phoenix caught, albeit stiffly. So many times, doctors and nurses tried to suggest occasional physical therapy, but always she rebuked it. "It's fine."

"We have to test it, Major," the medtech said dispassionately; he almost rolled his eyes at the contempt in her voice. He held out his hand for her prosthetic and made an adjustment to the new servo. "Make a fist please. Release. Touch each finger to your thumb." He watched her run through the simple motor tests. "You're good to go," he said flatly, turning to the next patient in triage.

Mac saw T'Lar enter Sickbay, he figured she would make her way to him soon enough. He was hoping the ship, whichever ship they were aboard, was on it's way back to Federation space. He'd had enough of the Romulans and Remans for a lifetime.

After having his cosmetic alterations removed, Lt. Col. Hurd remained seated on the bio-bed, gazing around the sickbay. As it was a very old habit, he was also going over the mission in his mind. Almost lost in thought, he gazed up as Admiral T'Lar walked in. Jumping to his feet, he saluted and said, ''Admiral on Deck!!''

Deela was hoping that attention wouldn't be brought to her. But with a Marine nearby, it was nearly impossible. She motioned to Hurd, "At ease. Go get some sleep Colonel."

David replied ''Aye Ma'am." Before he left sickbay however, walked over to where Major Jillian "Phoenix" Sullivan was seated on a bio-bed. ''Major, how are you doing?

"I'm not injured," Phoenix was quick to block, right as she jerked her metal hand slightly from the technician. "The medtech here was just performing occasional maintenance."

Cracking a half smile, Col. Hurd said, ''I am glad that you are not hurt, and furthermore I want you to know that I was, and am, very impressed by you're flying skills.'' Pausing for a moment, he continued, ''Also, I want to tell you that I am putting you up for a medal.''

"You're looking at the pilot with the third highest kills and the first ranked in assists, from the Dominion War theater, Colonel," Phoenix stated blandly, for she knew she was the best fighter pilot. At least in her thinking, because while the Vulcans had precision to give them the highest accuracy ratings, she out flew them from having an instinctual style based on nerves and gut instincts.

Still... He was trying to be nice to her. Phoenix knew that, but he was still a career man in a fleet she loathed. And while the brig was something of a second home to her, she did not want to be there just yet. So she opted for a very civil response.

"I don't fly for accolades," Phoenix began as she rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't fly for the betterment of this government - which the government is well-aware of... I wear this uniform only because it was this, or hard labor for being a terrorist, and my only form of pleasure I get from this god damned monkey outfit is killing bad guys. So I really could care less about a medal pinned to my chest, from a government that sells my homeworld to a bunch of spoonheads, Sir."

Leaning in close, so only the Major could hear him, Col. Hurd said, ''Major, by spoonheads I assume you mean Cardassians, in which case, between you and me, I do not like, no scratch that, hate Cardassians.'' Continuing, he said, ''And also Major, I, like many I know, do not agree with what the Federation did to your homeworld.''

"...And that is probably what separates me from the rest of the goodies in this outfit, Sir." She looked at him hard, as if she had been raised in a time where a normal childhood got people killed. "I don't give a damn about what people think of my actions. Or that most tend to think I'm evil for assisting in a op that got a lot of Federation folks and spoonheads killed... I did what was right, while every other chicken in this hen house followed the roosters."

Now that everyone was aware of her presence, T'Lar walked by Phoenix and nodded, then, over to Brislan, "Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes Admiral, he will be. Fortunately all injuries have been minor. We have a few things to tidy up here, then I will submit a brief to the senior staff," Tressa replied.

Deela smiled slightly, "Very good. Carry on." It was time to see MacLeod. Deela moved to where MacLeod was sitting, "I was expecting only one person. When Lt. Colonel Hurd informed me that you were brought aboard as well I have to say that I was surprised."

Mac nodded, "I heard Horman believed I'd been killed before he requested extraction." He paused a moment, then added, "After recovering from the attack on DS9, Starfleet Command cancelled my transfer to Gateway Station and told me I was needed for a special assignment, an infiltration of a Romulan facility."

He figured the Admiral would check into his story.

She answered in a less than warm tone, "I see." Knowing his track record, she didn't doubt him. As Deela observed him further, she didn't sense any deception coming from him but just as MacLeod thought, she was still obligated to check it out. She wanted to talk with him more, ask a few more questions but could sense that he wasn't well. There would be plenty of time to talk.

Brislan had moved to where they were, "Looks like the good doctor here is ready for you so I will take leave of you." Deela started to leave but turned for a moment, "We should be back at Starbase 400 in a few hours. We will talk more then." She nodded to Brislan, "Doctor." Deela left Sickbay.

T'Lyn was in sickbay after they returned to the ship, getting everything off was a good feeling, she looked at the doctor, "Thanks," she replied as she got up and walked out and headed to her station.

Duvall was also in sickbay, the place was rather crowded but that was to be expected after a mission of this length as he was only here to get his Romulan prosthetics removed, something about the look of a Romulan bothered him but maybe it was because he had a Vulcan wife, he sighed as he found his thoughts drifting to T'Nae.

He sighed as the Ensign, a small and pretty woman who's name he'd forgotten said something. "I'm fine Ensign... I was just thinking."

"I see sir..."

"That's Master Sergeant Ensign. I despise being called sir." he replied quietly as he regarded her, as she merely continued with her work rather then get intimidated and cower before him as some would. "I'm sorry Sergeant, I meant no disrespect." she responded with a smile.

"Okay then." he responded. "Lets proceed."

Lennox and Emrey had just finished their procedure to have their Romulan disguises removed. The two Marines nodded to the Admiral and others before leaving Sickbay to return to their respective Quarters to get some rest.


BRIDGE

Travelling at warp 8 the Vanguard was soon getting close to the Romulan border. Andrew ordered the ship to sublight, then down to a few metres per second to avoid drawing attention to themselves as they crossed into the triangle.

Deela stepped back onto the bridge and walked straight to her Ready Room. "Computer, last known assignment of Commander Paul MacLeod, security code: T'Lar-alpha-beta-5-9-omega-1."

"Security code accepted."

Back on the bridge, Andrew watched the admiral walk to her ready room she had been concentrating on something and didn't bother to disturb her. As the ship moved away from the Romulan border he ordered the ship back to high impulse, then back to warp 6. At that rate the Vanguard would be crossing back into Federation space in a few hours.

Meanwhile Commander Torilla Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow as she was keeping a close eye on the sensors. "Approaching the boarder sir...." she explained. "nothing on sensors so far..." she raised an eyebrow. "Nothing period... just a large cosmic dust cloud." and with that, the attractive Hallian frowned, darkly.

Deela got the information that she needed. Once satisfied that MacLeod was truthful, she stepped out of the room and sat in her command chair. It was nice to know that they were once again back in Federation space. More time passed, Deela could finally see Starbase 400 in the viewscreen. They were home.

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