== 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 know
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 your
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
