HumaniTeirian Aid

 Episode Name:  HumaniTeirian Aid

   Written By:  Belgarath

         Cast:  A Teirian, Albertz, Belgarath, Krylow, Lopez, 
                Nabrun, Park, Portrin, Takamura, Torvan and 
                Trivyn.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Belgarath

     Aired On:  Sun Nov 14 18:58:03 2004

     Stardate:  54534.3

Time: Sat Nov 13 23:25:30 2004

Stardate: 54532.3

To provide medical aid to the world of Teirra, which recently came under a biological attack, the USS Amazon was dispatched. After being stopped many times in Rynkan space by Rynkan and Ferengi authorities checking to make sure the crew is indeed who they are claiming to be, the runabout finally reaches orbit around Teirra, where landing site and all other such relevant information is dispensed.

Since the biological attack on the planet a week ago, nearly two billion people on this world have died or are dying at this moment. Hospitals across the globe are overwhelmed as the dead litter the cities. It is now almost certain that the Tal'Kaden are the culprits behind this attack, though they did not advertise their presence prior to the attack as they often did before.

Krylow sits down at Engineering.

Park sits in the Mission Commander's chair, looking over the latest reports from the planet. "OK, we've gotten clearance to send down our team. Lopez, the coordinates have been fed to your console.", he says, then stands from his chair.

Park stands and leaves Mission Command.

Takamura makes a check on their surroundings and the landing coordinates to see what sort of surprises might wait for them. Once he's satisfied, the Timefleet officer secures his station. "Everything looks clear at the landing site. sir" Then, following Park, he rises from his seat to head to the back.

Rising from the Engineering station, Krylow also heads towards the back. He spares a glance at the others as he makes his way there, but does so quietly.

"Aye, Sir," Lopez acknowledges Park as the coordinates display themselves. Once the tactical station has reported in, she further responds, "Coordinates locked in, standing by for your orders to initiate transport sequence."

Nabrun rises as well, brushing her hands down her sides for a moment. For whatever reason, her face is somewhat drawn, expression tight.

. o O Park feels strangely relaxed, even though there is tension on the fringe.

The away team finds themselves in a clearing at the edge of a city with many sky-scrapers at the center. Six people are waiting a short distance away. One of them is a Rynkan that looks as if he is in charge. Two other Rynkans are dressed like security guards, with some kind of weapon holstered at their waists. The other three are Teirian orderlies, one male and two female.

Park steps forward toward the nam who appears to be in charge. "I'm Doctor Park.", he says through the respirator. "I was told we'd be meeting with a Chief Trake."

Once the away team beams down, Takamura quickly surveys the scene. Taking in those around them, he notes who's armed and who isn't. For the time being, he remains silent, letting Park do all the talking.

Krylow stands at the edge of the group. Given the nature of the situation, his Type II remains holstered and his hands away from it. He does take a look around as they land, seeing what is in the vicinity.

. o O Krylow is feeling a healthy dose of concern, though he is clam and focused.

Lopez materializes with attentive eyes, much like the rest of the team. Her hands itch to reach for her tricorder, but manage to restrain themselves.

Nabrun is, apparently, toward the center of the group that's come down. The Betazoid looks rather focused, eyes moving over the greeting party. She seems, for the most part, relaxed, yet intent.

"That would be me, Doctor Park" says the Rynkan in charge. "Thank you far your help in our time of crisis. We greatly appreciate it. The sick will be coming in soon; I'll be coordinating the transportation. My guards here and the orderly and nurses know how to contact me, and will help you in any possible. How much time will you need to set up?"

. o O Takamura thinks "Well, it /looks/ safe. So far. Gotta keep my eyes open."

"I'm glad that we were in a position that we were able to offer some aid.", Park replies. He offers a PADD that he takes from his pocket. "I just broke down the 4th bioagent that was identified as being used but I'm still working on a possible cure. If you can get his to your researchers, though, they might have more luck. As for set up time, we should be ready to start receiving patients within the hour, if your men would be willing to assist."

Takamura stands patiently to the side of Park. Looking to Chief Take, he inquires. "Do you think that we will have any problems with security, sir? Patients who might be a little too eager to receive our aid?"

Krylow is quiet for the moment since there's not much for him to say. He does spare a look to the others in the group, before turning back to watch the area around them.

Lopez is all eyes for the painstakingly requisitioned equipment, which she turns around to begin checking on. Anal retentive, thy name is Ana Lopez.

Nabrun looks to the greeting party, smiling a bit as she listens to the back and forth. She still has that drawn look about her, a tightness about her eyes. As Ana turns to check the equipment, Barana turns to help out.

"Thank you," Trake says as he takes the PADD. "I'll make sure it gets to the right people. One hour, then. Thank you, Doctor. You don't know how grateful I am for this." To Takamura, he says with a grim face, "Most of the people who are infected are in no shape to put up much of a struggle. But they may have friends or family who are healthy and would be more forceful about getting medical attention for that person. That's what my guards are for - but hopefully you won't have to deal with any of that." To Park, "Thank you again for your help. My schedule is busy, I'm sure you'll understand, so I must get to my next task. Good day." He then heads over to his parked hovercraft. The other Rynkans and Teirians look about, as if waiting for something to do.

Park offers Trake a nod and then turns around to survey all of the equipment that has been brought down. "Ok, then.", he says as he turns around to his newly requisitioned assistants. "We need to get all of those large crates," pointing to a stack of Federation issue boxes, "moved over there and unpacked." And thus does Park begin to issue orders for the setup of their field hospital.

. o O A Teirian feels some hostility.

Takamura seems satisfied with the man's answer. Hearing Park's directions, he begins to head over to the crates to begin moving them.

Its work time, and Alek doesn't need to be told twice. He moves to join Barana and Ana at the equipment pile. He follows the orders of the good doctor, hauling this box and unpacking this crate.

Ana reminds herself from the confines of the suit, "Lift from the legs," as she heaves two smaller boxes, rather than tackle the near one, which looks to be about half her size.

Nabrun dips her head to Park at the orders and gets to work, apparently quite ready, willing and able to work with her team members. Members of the other party are greeted, quietly, as she comes across their path.

The remaining five personnel help unpack as ordered. The Rynkan guards are a little less careful with the equipment than the Teirians are, but the site gets set up fairly well. Through casual conversation, the names Trivyn and Torvan can be appended to the Rynkans, while Portrin is the male orderly and Lorrain and Lhoval are the nurses. Before the hour was up, though, the sick already start coming in; a mass of disfigured people painfully making their way to the site.

Portrin looks at his wristwatch.

Trivyn looks warily at the approaching mob.

. o O Lorrain feels pained from the sight, but is determined to do her job as best she could without letting her emotions affect her.

Park looks over his shoulder as people start making their way to the site. "Tak, go down and start triaging for me. Take Portrin and Torvan down with you to help carry those up that need immediate care. Barana, take the urgent cases, I'll take the emergent. Ana, you and Alek need to keep the equipment coming to Barana and I. Any questions?"

. o O Torvan thinks "Bad timing..."

Takamura nods his head to Park. "Understood, sir." Picking up a medkit to assist in his work, the large man begins to walk towards the entrance. "No questions from me."

Krylow shakes his head to Park. "None sir," he says, and then glances towards Ana and the big equipment pile. He makes his way over and begins to sort and prepare the supplies while the first patients come in.

. o O Takamura thinks "This should be a pretty simple assignment."

. o O Trivyn thinks "Filthy Teirians..."

Lopez certainly doesn't espouse any. "Mind the suits," she says out of genuine concern for the team, in particular to Barana whom she is closest to. "They're rip resistent but watch any sharps just the same." She trots awkwardly to join Alek with the boxes.

Nabrun falters as the first patients come in, nearly dropping the box she's carrying. She manages to hold onto it and moves it over to "her" work station, apparently prepping for the first of her customers. "Sure thing," she tells Ana, taking a deep breath.

Portrin and Torvan look at each other before following Takamura towards the people. The nurses stand by to help, while Trivyn just stays alert.

The infected are mostly Teirians, although a Rynkan or two can be found among the crowd. Some are a horrible sight, with faces half caved-in. Others can't stop coughing up their lungs, and more still look barely alive, let alone able to walk here.

name=Portrin

Park drags a cart into the suite that he'll be using for treatment of the most critical patients, then moves over to Nabrun to whisper something to her before moving back.

Park whispers to Nabrun, "Try to relax, Barana. I know that you're picking up on a lot. Focus on us if that will help keep you calm."

. o O Park feels a bit of concern for her.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming disadvantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Portrin checks his watch again as he and Torvan carry in a patient who has collapsed.

Takamura begins his work at the entrance, pulling out a tricorder to scan the patients. As he does so, he keeps keen eye on the crowd. One at a time, he hands each patient a colored card that he's marked and directs them to the appropriate location inside.

Krylow watches as the sick begin to filter in, a hard look in his face. He does spare a long look to Barana as she almost drops the box, but doesn't say anything. He then looks back to the wounded before turning to Ana and muttering something to her, shaking his head as he does.

Krylow whispers to Lopez, "I can't believe what's happening here. Our help will be nothing more than a drop in the bucket at this rate."

. o O Lhoval feels anxious.

. o O Trivyn thinks "None of them better touch me."

Park's com badge chirrups. "Lieutenant JG Albertz to Lt Commander Park."

"We're going to need the extra cots," the box-bearing Ensign Lopez says, swallowing against the sights. She isn't medical, and the sheer cruelty of injuries catch her off guard. Opening a box, she whispers something in return.

Park taps his com badge. "Lt Commander Park here."

Nabrun nods to Park and offers him a little bit of a smile. She waves for her first patient and seems to settle into what some would refer to as a "working trance." An odd look is darted to Torvan, a brief one, but a look nonetheless.

. o O Krylow thinks "Be steady Barana. I know you can do this."

Over Park's com badge, Albertz says, "I've completed my scan of the planet, Commander. It's free of agents and ye can remove yuir biosuits now."

Lopez whispers to Krylow, "Its too late already for most of these people. Billions.... and billions of people. What sort of monster can do this?"

Into his com badge, Park says, "I copy, Hamish. Get yourself down here. We're going to need help."

Over Park's com badge, Albertz says, "Sound the trumpets, the cavalry's on it's way! Albertz out."

Park's com badge clicks as Albertz drops off channel. The channel closes.

Albertz has arrived.

The injured are settling down into beds and cots, but more keep pushing in, wanting medical attention. The two guards and the orderly hold up their hands to tell the people to stay back. "Calm down!" Portrin shouts. "You'll all be attended to, but please wait!" Just then, Albertz beams in.

Park raises his voice. "OK, everybody can strip out of their suits. We're in the clear.", he says just after Portrin shouts. Catching Albertz's arrival, he adds "Hamish, see if there's anything that you can do to help out in the front to keep people calmed down before you start." Then he starts to work on his first patient, talking quietly and offering a little smile as he does.

Takamura keeps an eye on Portrin as the man constantly checks his watch. Even though the all clear has been given, he waits until Albertz gives him assistance up front before removing his biosuit.

Trivyn rests a hand on his holstered weapon, but makes no move to pull it out.

Krylow glances to the front, even as he pulling off his biosuit. He's got a hard, steely look at the sight. He mutters, mostly to himself, "This is on the verge of getting really ugly." Still, he seems to try and split his attention between watching that crowd and pulling out the needed supplies.

. o O Torvan thinks "Almost time..."

Lorrain busily carries medical items about.

Lopez branches off and join Lorrain on the next walk out with the supplies, keeping eye on the crowds.

Portrin checks his watch.

GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Nabrun (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

Nabrun quickly strips out of her suit, tossing it to one side, and prepares for the incoming.

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Dramatically Succeeds!

Lhoval tries to comfort a patient in pain.

Albertz shimmers into view in that oh-so familiar transporter effect. He beams in sans biosuit and conspicuously, phaser too. He does have his ubiquitous medkit slung over his shoulder, though, with it's large 'RFC' decal in place of the Caduceus. He also has his tricorder up and ready. Nodding to Park's instruction, he does go where told, but holds off while he scans the nearest patient he can find. "Right then, love. Let's have a look at ye," he sweeps the medical peripheral over the young Teirran woman.

The crowd keeps pushing in, forcing the Rynkans and the Teirian to fall back. A boom echoes through the air, followed by the rumbling of some distant building in the city. The mass of people all look in the direction from where the sound came from.

. o O Albertz thinks "Wonderful...upset, injured people. Brandishing phasers at them may do the trick."

. o O Lopez thinks "Caca."

Lopez's head within the suit swings toward the noise, and the city, and abandons the box.

. o O Torvan thinks "It's time..."

. o O Torvan feels somewhat grieved.

Nabrun looks up at the noise, then goes back to her patient, brow furrowed. She glares at her tricorder, briefly then looks over at Torvan, both brows going up.

. o O Takamura thinks "So much for the simple part. I wonder if our 'friends' were expecting this."

GAME: Park spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Park contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Park continues working on his patient, fingers tapping rapidly at the tricorder as he moved the diagnostic wand over them. If he notices the noise from outside, he gives no indication.

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Lopez contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming disadvantage) contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

. o O Portrin thinks "Now!"

Takamura hears what sounds like an explosion, but doesn't look in that direction. Instead, he looks towards Torvan and Portrin to gauge their reactions. His hand drops toward his waist near the handle of his phaser while the other one still holds the tricorder.

. o O Takamura thinks "I don't like the way this situation is developing."

Krylow glances towards the sound, but something catches his eye. His hand moves to clasp his weapon, though he doesn't draw it, not yet. He abandons his assigned task, moving towards Portrin. He spares a glance towards Lopez to see if can get her attention, but looks quickly back to the man.

. o O Krylow thinks "What's going on? What is that guy doing?"

. o O Krylow is sudden quite wary and quite alert.

Albertz ignores the explosion, instead just focusing on the results of his scan. He purses his lips and gives his head a shake, "Well then." Turning to Park, the Scot calls to him in a clear voice. "These people's injuries are being caused by acid production, it's liquifying...but it seems tae be confined tae the extremities. As for the cough...their lungs are...breaking down, necrosis perhaps. And we're dealing wi' two contagions, one frae each ailment."

Portrin moves up to Trivyn and drives a laser scalpel into the back of the Rynkan's head before quickly taking the guard's gun out of the holster as Trivyn drops dead. A gun in one hand and a scalpel in the other, he grabs one of the less injured of the patients as a hostage. "No body move!" he shouts as he inches toward the runabout, holding the scared patient in front of him.

. o O Albertz groans inwardly.

Portrin moves up to Trivyn and drives a laser scalpel into the back of the Rynkan's head before quickly taking the guard's gun out of the holster. A gun in one hand and a scalpel in the other, he grabs one of the less injured of the patients as a hostage. "No body move!" he shouts as he inches toward a communications terminal, holding the scared patient in front of him.

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Coordination (Reaction) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Park continues working on his patient, oblivious to the fact that anything is amiss outside, other than Portrin yelling. Without glancing up, he asks, "What's going on?"

Takamura closes his tricorder slowly, putting back on his belt. His hand other hand moves away from his phaser as to not escalate the situation. Calling out, he explains to Park. "We have a hostage situation, Commander. Portrin has some sort of complaint." He turns to face the man with the hostage, while also keeping the standing Rykan guard in sight.

Krylow begins to draw his weapon, only its too late. His sidearm never clears the holster, and he relucantly leaves it there. His fingers slowly uncurl from his phaser handle. His eyes on Fortrin though the whole time. "What is it you want Portrin," he asks calmly.

Torvan does not move, keeping his eyes on the Teirian.

. o O Takamura thinks "Alright. Everyone stay calm here and no one else will get hurt."

Lorrain says, "What are you doing, Portrin?"

. o O Lorrain feels confused and scared.

Albertz does look over his shoulders, registers his surprise by letting his eyebrows shoot up. That out of his system he returns to his patient, administering her a painkiller to begin with.

. o O Krylow thinks "Why didn't I draw my phaser right away? That was stupid."

. o O Lhoval thinks "What is he doing? What's going on?"

. o O Albertz gives a little tiny iota of thought to the unfolding drama behind him. He half expects the RRTers to blow away both men, so what's the problem. Mainly though his mind is racing, formulating a treatment for the two sets of injuries the team is dealing with.

Maybe its the loud noise, or the press of an already agitated crowd at the perimeter, or the fact she was looking towards the city. Maybe the stupid suit's in the way. In any case, Lopez doesn't find Alek when tries to get her attention, not until much much too late. Now she is left standing frozen by the abandoned box of meds.

. o O Torvan feels saddened at what has to happen.

A quiet, calm voice comes from the midst of all of this. "Pardon me, but I need Ensign Lopez over here with me. Please let her come back here? I need help with this." Barana's quite polite, quite matter of fact.

"Don't move!" Portrin insists, now pointing his gun between the Starfleet officers. "Give me access to your ship!" he says as he continues making his way to the terminal. The sound of fast crafts can be heard in the distance.

Park yells out to Takamura, "You'll have to handle it, Tak. The rest of us have our hands full."

Takamura slowly steps closer into the room in the general direction of Portrin. Nodding at Park's words, he keeps his hands where they can be easily seen. "What do you need our ship for? Maybe if you let that hostage go, we can discuss how we can help you."

. o O Portrin thinks "Does he think I'm a fool?"

As Hiroshi steps up, Krylow goes quiet. He remains focused on Portrin, but doesn't any anything. His hand is still away from his phaser, but not by much.

. o O Takamura thinks "Maybe if I can keep him talking, I can defuse the situation. If not, Alek and I might have to resort to something more drastic."

. o O Krylow thinks "Let the hostage go so we can talk. Heh. Like that ever works Tak."

. o O Nabrun sighs quietly. "That's right. Send the sumo mountain in to diffuse a delicate psychological situation.

. o O Lopez thinks "Come on, that hostage is nothing to him. People are dying and something set him off. He won't even blink to do it. And he can't get the Amazon. Maybe if I throw myself out there...? He'll shoot me, but those phasers will clear the holsters-- no, still the hostage to worry about. C'mon, Ana, think."

. o O Nabrun thinks "Lopez, get your behind over here. Don't be a hero. Get in here with me where the two of us together MIGHT have a chance. We NEED you to get us home. Let Tak take him down."

Lopez looks to Barana, helpless to move to go to her, or provide any assistance of any kind. Her eyes are darting around, with her body held stiffly inside the suit, looking..

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Nabrun calls out once again, "Sir? I'm certain you need that hostage and need our ship badly. However, I NEED Ensign Lopez in here RIGHT NOW. Please let her come back to me? I would greatly appreciate it."

Portrin reaches the terminal, ignoring Nabrun. "I'm not letting anyone go!" With the scalpel right under the hostage's head, he uses the other hand to turn on the terminal and contacts someone. Weapons fire rages above as one Rynkan craft shoots down another, which crashes right by the mass of people trying to get medical attention. They scream and scatter, while a few unfortunate ones were hit with debris and lie lifeless in the clearing near the fiery craft.

<CONTEST> Nabrun contests her Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Albertz does a doubletake over his shoulder again, /Lopez/? He turns back to his patient, moving on to the next one. He fumbles with his tricorder and stares down at it meaningfully. "Hmm..."

. o O Albertz's concentration skips a beat. He tries concentrating on the task at hand, but becomes increasingly concerned about the situation behind him.

Using the commotion outside as a distraction, Takamura reaches for his phaser in an attempt to stun Portrin before he can hurt anyone else.

GAME: Takamura spends a courage point.

As Portrin start to use the terminal with his gun hand, and hopefully isn't focusing on the other, Krylow also goes for his weapon.

<PROVE> Takamura has the merit of Battle at 3.

<PROVE> Takamura has the merit of Battle-hardened at 3.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

. o O Albertz follows the conversation with one ear and finally decides to do something.

. o O Takamura thinks "Now's my chance."

Albertz sets his medkit down and turns around, and begins to edge towards Lopez and Portrin. Just one or two steps, "Maybe...we should just give him the shuttle, hmmm?" He suggests, evenly.

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming disadvantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Nabrun grits her teeth. "LOPEZ! Get your behind back here NOW!" she calls. "Move slowly, keep your hands in the air. Creep back if you have to. I. Need. YOU. And I would greatly appreciate your cooperation before my patient dies."

<CONTEST> Takamura contests his Intellect (Perception) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

. o O Krylow thinks "Just perfect."

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

<PROVE> Takamura has the merit of Athletic Ability at 2.

GAME: Takamura spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

Both phaser shots miss their target. Portrin is startled, but quickly recovers and fires back a shot at Krylow, but misses as well. From the side, Torvan pulls up his gun and fires a bullet off at Takamura, but the bullet hits an innocent bystander patient instead. The patients that are still capable of quick movement scream and scramble to the ground.

. o O Torvan thinks "How does such a big person move so fast?"

. o O Takamura thinks "I knew I shouldn't have turned my back on him."

GAME: Albertz spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his First Aid (Combat Medic) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Park finally get his patient stabalized, then the shots ring out. Pulling his phaser, he moves quietly to the front of the tent and peers out, trying to get a handle on what's happening.

Takamura instinctively moves out of the way of the incoming bullet, spinning around to target Torvan. Raising his arm, he depresses the trigger hoping this shot strikes true.

Krylow isn't paying attention to Takamura or Torvan. After all, Portrin is shooting at Alek. After the near miss, Alek ducks a little and levels his phaser at Portrin again.

Albertz shakes his head and mutters "Eedgits." Though who the comment is directed at is anyone's guess. He does rush over to the patient and drops to one knee, preparing to treat him. This one is fairly routine; anti-coagulant, dermal regenerator...thank goodness no vital organs were hit.

Lopez takes this opportunity, to yes, go to Nabrun and her dying patient in a mad scramble. With the commotion at hand, that sounds like a lovely idea. And oh yes, getting down also sounds nice. "How," she asks in a monosyllable, gesturing to the patient. "Tell me what to do."

. o O Albertz thinks "Did it not occur, we could just say '/yes/, here's yuir shuttle we'll beam ye up right now'. And then keep him in the pattern buffer for a bit?"

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

Nabrun offers Lopez a grim smile. "Hand here," she says quietly, gesturing to a spot on the patient. "And I wanted you back here out of the way of what's going on up here. The last thing we need is you hit. You're too important. The patient is stable, but I need you to help keep him calm. Do you have a weapon on you?" All of this is said in a nice, even, conversational tone of voice, as if chatting about the weather.

. o O Krylow isn't too happy or calm. Scared is closer to the truth, and even more so as another shot goes awry.

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Torvan fires another shot off at Takamura as he dodges the other man's phaser fire. Portrin hides behind his crying hostage and fire back at Krylow, sending a bullet ripping through the human's right shoulder. A voice comes over the comm terminal, but what it says cannot be made out over the commotion.

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

. o O Krylow is in loads and loads of pain. The kind of pain from gettng shot.

Park sneaks out of the tent to get a better view and, seeing Torvan fire off another shot, takes aim and fires at the man. Unfortunately, his aim is off and the shot flies wide.

. o O Portrin thinks "...need...reinforcements..."

. o O Nabrun thinks "Oh, yes, please. Draw fire on the medical tent. That's just what we need, a few more wounded or dead."

Takamura still isn't finished with Torvan. Fixing a steely gaze on the traitor guard, he tries yet again to subdue the attacker.

Krylow does what people shot by good old fashioned lead throwing guns do. He falls down. He grabs the bloody wound. Probably a little screaming too.

One patient up, another patient down. And Fleeters get priority, of course. Absentmindedly wiping his bloody hands across the front of his uniform, Albertz hurries over to Krylow. "I'd've thought..." he grins down at the stricken man, "That three shooters would be plenty...even frae you, Alek."

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Lopez puts down her hand where Nabrun says, and applies pressure, repressing a jerk, watching Krylow go down and Albertz go there. "No," she answers Nabrun, but cannot quite quite get up the gumption to sound pleasant.

<CONTEST> Takamura contests his Dodge skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

Nabrun offers Lopez a bit of a smile. "Just stay here and save this patient. I'm going to go see to the injured out there. All you need to do is keep him calm, and if any phaser fire comes this way, both of you get down. I'll be back soon." With that, she crouches and starts forward, apparently intending to see to Alek, along with Albertz, or to any others hit who are in her way.

. o O Park feels irritation and disbelief.

With Krylow down, Portrin quickly turns his attention to Takamura and presses the trigger. The bullet penetrates into Takamura's side.

. o O Takamura thinks "Damn, Alek's gone down."

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

GAME: Takamura spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Fitness (Vitality) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Dramatically Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Fitness (Vitality) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Nabrun creeps forward toward Tak, keeping her head down and her body into as small a target as she can. One hand has what medical supplies she could grab.

Park holds his position and taps his combadge. "Park to Amazon. Ensign xxxxxxx, we are under attack. There is a hostile who is holding a civilian approximately 8 meters from Lieutenent Takamura's position. Beam the hostile and civilian up and hold them in transporter stasis."

Takamura gets spun around again by the impact of the bullet in his side. Gritting his teeth, the big man seems unfazed by being shot. It could be all his experience in the field or it could just be that he's hyped up on adrenaline. Who knows? The only thing that matters it that he's facing Portrin again. And since he is, Takamura aims another shot at the hostage taker.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

Krylow pushes himself up into a kneeling position, ignoring the good doctor who is close by. Instead his phaser hand comes up again, this time drawing a bead on Torvan.

Albertz reaches up to pull Krylow back down, "Two guns ablazin' is enough, pal." The Scot pulls out a dermal regenerator, "You need some patching up."

Nabrun creeps forward toward Tak, keeping her head down and her body into as small a target as she can. One hand has what medical supplies she could grab.

Aiming for the part of Portrin's head that is exposed behind his hostage, Takamura takes the man out.

"I'm under fire from Rynkan ships, sir! It's chaos up here. They're all firing at one another too!" Ensign Carter's voice comes over Park's combadge. "They're using Ferengi weapons. I don't know if the ship can take many more hits. We need to get out of here quick!"

Park speaks into his combadge. "Copy that Ensign. Lock onto the away team and the medical equipment and beam us out." He taps his badge to close the transmission. "Away team, stay put. We're pulling out."

Now that his target has been taken out, Takamura takes a knee. Glancing about, he looks for any more hostiles as they await the transporter beam to bring them back to the Amazon.

. o O Takamura thinks "Good. I stunned him. What? They're attacking the runabout? What the heck is going on here?"

Krylow doesn't exactly pull away from Albertz, nor does let the man down him down all the way. He stays on his knee, glancing both over the area around them and at the others in the group.

. o O Krylow thinks "Albertz, get out of the way. Is there anyone else hurt? Barana?"

Albertz will settle for a knee and beamout or no, he starts treating the Ensign's injury.

Nabrun comes to a halt next to Tak, holding still, eyes on those around her, her team.

With a large, blue swirl of light, the away team and the Federation medical equipments disappear, leaving what few patients there are that are still around in shock and confusion.

Back on the runabout, Ensign Carter practically punches the impulse command and the Amazon flies off, dodging energy fire from Rynkan vessels. From out of the viewport, one can see Rynkan warships engaging other Rynkan and Ferengi vessels.

Park materializes on board the ship and shouts toward the cockpit, "Lay in a course for the station." He moves back into the rear of the runabout and into a medical suite, the only sounds that can be heard is something clattering against the wall.

. o O Park feels complete helplessness and disbelief.

Once they rematerialize on the Amazon, Takamura holsters his phaser and heads towards the Tactical station. Still igoring his wound, he readies the ship's weapons in case someone decides to follow them. Growling lowly, he asks rhetorically, "Why is it the people we try to help always seem to turn on us?"

. o O Takamura feels frustration and anger.

Krylow slumps a little as he feels the shuttle impulse kick in. He slowly holsters his Type II, while looking around at the others, taking a moment to look over each of them. His gaze settles on Barana last of all, a little smile for her on the Ensign's tired face. After that he makes a shooing motion to Albertz and looks to the front. "What's the condition of the runabout Ensign Carter?"

. o O Takamura thinks "Why did they attack us? We were there to /help/ them."

. o O Krylow thinks "Just Tak and I. I guess they liked shooting at Black targets. I'm glad she's alright."

"Taken some beating," Carter says, keeping his focus on his piloting. "We'll stay in one piece, if I can help it."

Nabrun makes her way over to Takamura with what medical equipment she was able to grab. "You WILL hold still while you do your work, Tak. Just let me get this closed up and get you stablized then I'll leave you alone, I promise. Close your eyes and think of Geikos.

Albertz finishes treating Krylow's wound and claps the Ensign on his /good/ shoulder. "Kindae like a date that ye know is over before it even begins..." he flops into an empty seat and produces a PADD from his jumpsuit. "I've had better...that's for certain."

Krylow doesn't say a word to Albertz. With a little frown he pushes up from his knees and makes his way over to engineering.

Takamura holds still long enough for Nabrun to treat him. Shaking his head, he grins at Nabrun and closes his eyes.

. o O Takamura thinks "Alright. I'll think of geikos. Maybe even women as geikos this time."

A Rynkan craft chases after the Amazon for a short distance before giving up and engaging another Rynkan cruiser. With that, the runabout and its crew goes home. What exactly happened at Teirra is unknown, but with any luck, it may be revealed soon enough.