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Sophie continued to move through the fog covered ship, trying to find where it was comming from. "Sacre Bleu. Just when I get things back together. Orlando, if you'd just cooperate, I'll realign the dilithium matrix. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Faintly, she could hear singing. "FrÃ¨re Jacques, frÃ¨re Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong."
She looked up and down the corridor. "Hello?!? Is someone there?" Believing it was her imagination, she went back to work.
"FrÃ¨re Jacques, frÃ¨re Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong." This time, in the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a figure move through the fog.
She snapped up, "Hello! Who's there!!!"
"What," Greg asked stepping forward the visor of his helmet pulled down letting him see in the IR.
Sophie turned around. She didn't hear it anymore. She spoke, "It is nothing, I believe I am imagining things."
Greg pushed up the visor on his helmet, and placed a hand on Sophie's shoulder, "You all right," he asked a concerned look in his eyes, "Didn't hit your head or something did you?"
Sophie shook her head, "No Mon Ami, I'm fine really. Tell you what, Have your Engineers continue to trace the power spike and keep me appraised. I'm going to go lie down for a bit."
The Engineer left for her quarters, trying to find her way through the fog the best she could, when she heard it again.
"FrÃ¨re Jacques, frÃ¨re Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong." The singing was louder and Sophie began to move toward its source.
"FrÃ¨re Jacques, frÃ¨re Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong." Stangely, it had somewhat of a familiar french accent to it.
She turned a corner and found a figure singing it in the fog, as she grew close, she could make it out. A young girl, no older than eight years of age, singing. She was facing away from Sophie, had braided long blonde hair that extended to her waist. "Little girl, you should not be out right now, it is dangerous. Come, let's find your parents." Sophie said as she circled around the girl.
The girl had a pale white face, and on her hands and the front part of her dress was blood. Sophie recognized the young girl and recoiled back. It was herself when she was younger. On the floor was a broken doll with its neck broken. Sophie brought her hands up to her mouth as she recoiled further in shock.
A hand emerged from the fog and grasped the young engineer's shoulder firmly. It spun her around sharply. "Lieutenant," a voice said, "are you alright?" Tobias emerged from the fog and the look on his face was one of general concern. He peered over the young woman's shoulder but saw nothing in the corridor.
Sophie screamed as she was spun around, but then calmed down when she saw who it was. "I'm fine!" She exclaimed.
Tobias saw genuine fear in the young woman's eyes, which were still very wide from whatever encounter she had perceived. "You do not look fine," he said, still maintaining a firm grip on her shoulder, "Perhaps you are working yourself too hard. First the coaxial project and now this...when was the last time you slept?"
She spoke, "Well, I got four hours last night, and two the night before... Then..." She then collapsed unconscious.
Tobias reached out with his other arm just in time to catch the engineer and ease her gently to the deck. Slapping the commbadge on his chest, he barked, "Naros to sickbay. Medical emergency, deck 3."
As soon as he had finished calling for assistance, the El-Aurian put two fingers to the lieutenant's neck to check for a pulse. He was relieved to find one, which meant that her blackout was likely due to exhaustion. One could never be too safe, however. Getting her to sickbay was the best option at the moment.
The doors to sickbay hissed open and Tobias entered the room, half-carrying the unconscious engineer with her arm over his shoulder. Immediately, he made a b-line for one of the diagnostic beds and, with the assistance of one of the nurses, lifted Deveraux onto it.
Fadeaway heard the hail requesting medical assistance but his request wasn't the only one that needed to be addressed. With no many emergencies popping up throughout the ship, the best decision for Fadeaway was a retreat to the the Main Sickbay to began triage procedures.
=/\= Fadeaway to Naros, I'm heading to sickbay at this time. If possible see if you can get to sickbay. Ill be right behind you! =/\=
Just as he hailed Tobias, Fadeaway entered sickbay. To his suprise Tobias had already arrived, with Lieutenant Deveraux in hand.
"Over here!" Fadeaway said in a loud tone to Tabias, passing him and walking toward one of the very few empty biobeds. "Lay her here." He ordered Tobias.
Tobias finished adjusting the young engineer's position so that she was stable on the bed, but she remained unresponsive.
"Whats happened?" Fadeaway asked as he looked at what first appeared to be an unconcious Deveraux. Before Tobias could answer, Fadeaway was already in the process of gathering neccessary equipment to begin preliminary testing of Deveraux. Once everything was gathered, he placed it on a tray across the biobed. He then began conducting scans with his tricorder.
"I found her at a junction on Deck 3," Tobias explained, watching the physician work, "She seemed to think there was someone else in the corridor. I thought I heard her talking to someone, but there was no one there. She was just telling me how she hadn't had much sleep when she collapsed."
"Strange." Fadeaway said, lowering his eyebrows as he read the returns from the scans. "I cant tell much of anything yet. Perhaps she is suffering from fatigue. Some become delusional after days without sleep but thats only a wild guess based on initial assessment."
The El-Aurian pilot glanced around the room at the other individuals being cared for. He hadn't heard of any accidents since they escaped the ion storm. Were these people still recovering from those injuries or was there something else at work? "Doctor," Tobias asked, "What are these other patients in for?"
"Recovering from their wounds." Fadeaway replied. "We've been a little overwhelmed since the storm. If you were around earlier, you wouldn't have been able to find anywhere to stand. Fortunately those that were here only had minor bruises from the bumpy ride. Now we can focus on the more critical."
"I have never, in all my years, seen a stormfront like that one," Tobias admitted, watching Deveraux's monitor, "It was almost like..."
Fadeaway took his eyes away from his tricorder for a second and focused on Tobias. "Like what?"
Tobias shook his head, trying to clear the haunting image of the golden energy ribbon engulfing their transport. There were too many bad memories from that day, ones that he would rather put behind him. "Nothing," Tobias replied, looking at Sophie again, "Let me know when she wakes up."
Judging by the facial expression of Tobias, he could almost visualize himself exactly what Tobias was referring to. No explanation was needed. It was a touchy subject for many. Fadeaway decided with his better judgement to leave the matter alone.
"... will do." Fadeaway said as he briefly looked down in a moment of somber.
Lieutenant Sophie Deveraux Chief Engineer USS Orlando
Lieutenant Joshua Fadeway Chief Medical Officer USS Orlando
Marine Captain Greg Jackson Marine CO USS Orlando
Lt. Commander Tobias Naros CFCO/Second Officer USS Orlando
_________________ Bobby AKA Vice Admiral Quinn Androski CO, USS Orlando TFCO, Task Force 42