[USS Chimera] SD240902.23 =/\= Duty Log, Part II =/\= LtCol PontBrillant

Pierre-luc Denis <pldenis@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

> == Deck 61, "The Fighting Eagle" squadron shuttle bay ==
>
> Vlimar exited the Turbolift and ran towards the entry of the bay door.
> Vlimar crouched over the opposite wall, removing the bottom plate,
> unveiling the emergency equipment. Vlimar grabbed a manual fire
> suppressor and a mask.
>
> Vlimar knew that this bay was home of the Fighting Eagle, a
> Valkyrie-class Fighter Squadron. The Colonel knew that there was very
> little time, to save the material, indeed, but mostly, the maintenance
> crew that were stuck in the bay. The LCARS terminal reported 3
> lifesigns
> inside the bay, but two of them were weak... very weak.
>
> Vlimar override the computer shut down of the bay door, an automatic
> feature in case of fire.
>
> Vlimar put his back against the opposing wall, suppressor in his
> hands,
> and tapped his combadge.
>
> +COM+ "PontBrillant to emergency crew, what is your ETA?", asked
> Vlimar.
>
> +COM+ "3 minutes, sir!", someone replied.
>
> Vlimar though that 3 minutes might be too late for those three
> individuals. He opened the door barely, letting the flames exit the
> door, cause of the newly fresh air coming in. Vlimar put the mask on,
> and closed his eyes. He knew this would hurt... a lot.
>
> Vlimar opened his eyes and ran inside the shuttle bay, using the
> suppressor to try to weaken the fire, at least, enough for him not to
> get too burned. Vlimar, upon entering the inflamed blaze, felt and
> excruciating pain to his thorax and right leg. Vlimar gave a shot of
> the
> suppressor on himself, extinguishing the flames that grabbed on his
> uniform. "Computer, shut the freaking door!"
>
> The shuttle bay door shut down rather fast. Vlimar overlooked the room
> for a second. From his point of view, it seemed that the entire
> shuttle
> bay was embrazed by the flames. The ceiling was aflamed, the floor was
> getting that dark brownish color distinctive of fire damage. Vlimar
> started looking around for the other crew members inside. He did not
> see
> anything. Within seconds, the temperature was getting unbearable for
> Vlimar. Also, his right breast started to feel like it was on fire.
> Due
> to the pain, Vlimar looked down, as a reflex, and realized that the
> combadge was actually burning through his uniform, down to his skin.
> Vlimar brushed off the combadge, burning the back of his left hand.
>
> Vlimar stopped again and looked. The Colonel saw 2 fighters burning up
> in blueish flames. A Repair Shuttle was in an insulated corner, where
> the fire didn't start ravishing it. Looking further, Vlimar saw a
> burning tool bag, near the entrance of the shuttle. Vlimar walked
> towards the shuttle, covering his face with his right arm, to prevent
> his face from burning. Doing so made his right arm slowly burning with
> the heat, fortunately slowed down by the fire retardant clothing that
> SSF uniforms are made from.
>
> Upon arriving to the shuttle hatch door, Vlimar looked for a way to go
> in. The Colonel felt his breathing was getting more and more
> superficial
> as the pain from his chest and arm seeming to increase. Vlimar also
> felt
> that the bottom of his face was hurting, obviously starting to burn
> through the mask.
>
> Vlimar blindly touched the hatch. The obvious heat coming from the
> reflexion of the flames on the metal made Vlimar's right hand going
> away from the door, but VLimar forced his hand back on the burning
> metal. Vlimar typed on the pad by the door, opening the hatch.
>
> At the very second the hatch opened, Vlimar stick his head inside of
> it. Inside the shuttle was CPO 2 Munro, kneeled, attending to two
> other
> officers. One of them was 2nd Lieutenant Wilkes, which Vlimar welcomed
> aboard 1 week prior. Vlimar stepped in and shut the hatch behind him.
>
> Vlimar's breathing was still deterioring, and the inside of the
> shuttle was getting hotter by the minutes. Within seconds, Munro
> briefed
> Vlimar about the fact that both of them were sedated by Munro, as a
> preventive measure, using the shuttle's emergency medical kit. Munro
> had minor burns on his hands and on his back, but was in an overall
> good
> shape.
>
> Vlimar looked around the inside cabin. "Did you try to start the
> shuttle, Jonathan?", Vlimar asked.
>
> Munro looked up at Vlimar. He did not expect Vlimar to know his first
> time, and even more, to use it. Munro shook his head. "I don't kn
> ow
> how to fly!", he replied.
>
> Vlimar slid himself at the pilot's seat, feeling instant pain in his
> back and legs, increasing his abdomen pain. {{I'm a freaking roasted
> chicken!}}, Vlimar though. The Colonel looked at the commands, which
> vaguely reminded him of the Spectre Class Fighter he used to pilot.
> Within seconds, the shuttle's nacelle lighted up: the vessel was up.
>
> Vlimar screamed: "Computer, open exterior door and FLUSH!".
>
> The Computer chirped, opening the exterior bay door. Within seconds,
> the forcefield was disactivated and everything was thrown out of the
> starbase, in a very chaotic wave. The fighters collided with each
> others, one hitting the shuttle in which Vlimar and the three other
> officers were, causing the shuttle to roll on itself as it reach empty
> space.
>
> Vlimar, who did not bother fastening his seatbelt, was thrown against
> the shuttle's ceiling, then back in the seat, then back at the
> ceiling. Vlimar felt head turning, seeing black spots everywhere. A
> quick look at the station, reassured Vlimar, as the Shuttle seemed
> empty, fire being extinguished by the lack of oxygen the door opening
> created.
>
> Vlimar eyes rolled back up...
>
> == Emergency Sickbay, Deck 111 ==
>
>
> - 2 hours later
>
> Vlimar felt a fresh feeling on his forehead. Without opening his eyes,
> Vlimar realized he was laying down on his back, covered by a blanket.
> His chest was sore, very sore. So were his arms and legs, especially
> his
> right thigh.
>
> Vlimar heard the distant sound of a metal tool being placed in a metal
> container, overhearing chatter.
>
> "... and, there... I got it!", the male voice said.
>
> "Alright, lets increase the dose and it should be good.", a female
> voice answered.
>
> Vlimar attempted to open his eyes, but he felt his eyes rolling back
> up
> again.
>
> {{Not again...}}, he though.
>
> - 5 hours and a half later
>
> Vlimar felt himself awake, again. This time, he opened his eyes right
> away. The image of the EMH appeared, about 4 inched from his face.
>
> "How are you feeling?", the Robert Picardo image asked.
>
> Vlimar looked at it. {{How do you think I feel, stupid Atari?}},
> Vlimar
> though. Vlimar felt his chest was sore, again. This time, he felt the
> burning was gone. The Colonel raised his upper body on his arm and
> looked down. A large patch of discolored new skin was there, covering
> his chest.
>
> "That can't be good...", Vlimar said, intending to be for
> himself.
>
> "Actually, it is pretty good. We built up a culture of skin from yo
> ur
> left butt cheek and incre...", the EMH started.
>
> Vlimar cut him/her/it. "Spare me the details, EMH. Can I go to my
> quarters?".
>
> "Most definitely, Lieutenant Colonel. However, I shall advise you
> come back tomorrow for a follow-up on your healing and scarring.",
> replied the hologram.
>
> Vlimar sit back up, looked around for a shirt and / or pants. The only
> thing that was visible was his half burned uniform. He grabbed it and
> put it on, exposing his chest, arms and tights.
>
> "Ah, what the heck...", he said as he started walking, slowly, to
> his quarters.
>
> === END LOG ===
>
> Lieutenant Colonel Vlimar PontBrillant
> Deputy Commander, 1st TaskForce, SSF Command
> Executive Officer, Starbase 234 : UNITY