EXETERRPG: (3 - 0112) FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day:03

Stardate: 2554:12:03



(USS Exeter – Holodeck 3 - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken – 0112)



Ailynn felt the world change, and she wasn’t ashamed of being
butt-clenchingly terrified. All trace of tiredness had gone, the most
ancient part of her brain, the bit that was labelled ‘primal terror’ was
just for a second calling all the shots and had filled her body with all
kinds of interesting hormones.



As she and her team materialised in the holodeck, she could see that the
program was already ending, she saw what was once Maxine, suddenly turn to
ash, and drift to the floor. Ire stood by, a bloodied knife in hand.

Taking in the rest of the room. She was gratified to see that the team was
already moving, checking bodies on the floor. She looked around, seeing
that the other hostages were safe, shaken, but otherwise physically
uninjured, turning her attention to the fallen, she saw three bodies, one
in yellow, and two in blue, Seeing the horror around them, she could see it
immediately affect everyone. She moved quickly, checking each of the fallen
for a pulse, her heart sank deeply into her chest when she found Nesha
deceased, and further still with Ensign Clarke. She then moved to the body,
then one that she had hoped beyond every hope that she’d been wrong about
identifying. ~Erin?~ she felt sick to her very core.



“HEY! OVER HERE” She heard Lana call out, in a voice that at that moment
grated on her.



“No, no, no.” She felt Erin’s neck, her highly practiced fingers directly
on the carotid pulse.

~was that?~

It was there, tiny, and fluttering, but it was there. Ailynn didn’t dare
look at Erin’s injuries, this wasn’t the time for that.



“MEDIC! I HAVE A PULSE!”



(Reply Kruze)



“NEVER MIND HER, WHAT ABOUT US?” Again, Ailynn ignored her, if she was well
enough to shout, she could be left until last.



“Weak pulse, intubate and get her breathing. You know what to do. Trauma
101. Stabilise her. When we get site-to-site back you’re straight to
sickbay. By the time that you get there the trauma team will be ready, you
have the patient Doctor.”



(Reply Kruze)



=/\=Merek to Bracken.=/\=



“Bracken!” she answered, somewhat curtly.



=/\=Our transporters are now fully operational, and clean of any stowaway
sub-routines. Site-to-site is now at your disposal. I have locks on
everyone in the room.=/\= Keira reported.



“Thank you Kiera, does the Captain know?”



=/\=Negative, but you are busy, I’ll inform the Captain. I just thought
you’d need the information first, if there are any casualties.=/\=



“Give me medical transport, Kruze and Cortez, on my order.”



=/\=I will, Merek out,=/\= she said closing the channel.



Ailynn opened another channel immediately. “Sickbay this Bracken. Emergency
incoming Scramble Trauma team. Bracken out”



(Reply Sickbay iyw)



She stepped back over to Kruze. “Doctor. Are you ready?”



(Reply Kruze)



She longed to go with them, but that wasn’t her job, not anymore, besides,
from what she had seen up until now, Kruze showed promise.



“Kiera, Transport now.” She half snapped over the comm.



(Reply Kiera)



She could see that the scene was still in chaos. Drawing a breath, she
opened a channel to Trip.



“Bracken to Captain Williams”



(Reply Trip)



“Holodeck secure, request security backup to secure entrance to the room.
Get these fracking doors open.”



She was tired, and spent. The adrenaline that had been keeping her going
had run out, and a wall of tiredness hit her like nothing else. She saw her
team, all visually stricken by the few short minutes in here. She saw the
remains of the hostages beaten, physically and emotionally, and she saw the
two remaining bodies, that had a matter of a couple of hours ago, been
happy, smiling and energetic members of her crew. Now though, they had
breathed their last, the two deceased and her closest friend literally at
death’s door; Ailynn bowed her head, the emotion flooding her.



~I’m sorry...I failed you all.~



(Reply as above)

(posted by Mark)
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