Flyboy Down
Posted on Fri Nov 13th, 2026 @ 2:23pm by Lieutenant Junior Grade T'lenn & Lieutenant JG Kasper Andersen M.D & Lieutenant JG T'Para MD
Edited on on Fri Nov 13th, 2026 @ 2:26pm
1,661 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
Peril at the Unification Accords
Location: USS Astrea, Main Sickbay
Timeline: MD 11 1600 Hours
following Dogfight Part II & Dogfight Part I
"Ejected fighter pilot incoming, unknown injuries," charge nurse Erin Reynolds called out loudly in the triage ward just as the protective cocoon was materializing directly onto a biobed near the center of the unit. "Page Doctors Andersen and T'Para" Reynolds called out. It was her job to keep close tabs on who was available to assist.
"Jayne, I'm going to need you to start working on getting him worked out of this and connected to life support while we assess the damage," Reynolds ordered.
T'para was the first to arrive, the data already having been sent to her uniform. " Prep surgical bay one. "She stated calmly as she pulled a medical scalpel to start cutting open the cocoon.
As the blackened and frayed protective material started to be removed, the evidence of Jason's severe injuries started to become visible. He was still unconscious, blood was dripping from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. There was a nasty scorch mark and damage to his helmet his flightsuit was burned along the entire right side of his body, and the sickbay sensors immediately detected high levels of gamma and theta radiation. An automatic emergency force field was erected around Jason's bio bed, sealing the radiation in with him, until it could be safely evacuated from his systems.
"Right, let's get the concussion and the broken ribs seen to. Someone start draining his lung," T'para stated as she brought up the bio bed life support systems and began hooking up the wounded fly boy.
Nurse Erin Reynolds abandoned the Marines she was holding at bay in the lobby and rushed up to the biobed on Dr. T'Para's heels, "I just paged Dr. Andersen," she offered.
As the cocoon and suit were cut away, an even more grim picture was painted before them. Where the pilot's skin wasn't blue and red from broken vessels near the surface, it was pale and craking. His extremeties were white, blue, and shimmering in the medical light - showing early signs of loss of circulation. Given everything else that they would have to focus on first just to save his life, the nurse knew he was like to loose his feet, maybe his hands, possibly more.
They had to work quickly.
"Crewman Korar, I need a sonic pulmonary aspirator," Reynolds ordered as she began typing in the command functions to direct the biobed take live brain scan images and display them on the screen at the head of the bed.
The wide-legged Tellarite seemed to waddle as he rushed back with the aspirator. Before Erin took the tool from him, she used her fingertips to pull up one of the latest brain scans, and bring it out over the bed as a three-dimensional image.
"Doctor," Reynolds nodded to the image, gesturing for T'Para to take over the brain bleed as she reached into her lab coat for a medical tricorder.
Reynolds took additional readings of the Lieutenant's rib fractures. She shook her head as she placed the tricorder on the surgical table and took the aspirator from Tellarite medical technician. "Crewman, I'm going to need some help with the osteotractor frame, or this aspiration isn't going to do him any good. You up for that?"
"What a dumb question, am I up for that," the Tellarite mumbled, as his heavy feet plodded over to the orthopedic surgical equipment. "Like I've got anything else to do." Korar panted as he shuffled through the equipment before finding what he was looking for. "Not like my day is going to get any worse than this guy's," he added as he urgently rushed back with the long slender piece of equipment that looked much too delicate to be in the portly man's arms.
"You want me to operate this thing too, I take it?" Kartaki asked dryly. "Yes, I know how," he responded before T'Para or Reynolds could reply. He turned the osteotractor on, and a soft blue light began to glow, he looked up at Reynolds with what she swore was a look of judgment before he used a chubby pointer finger to type in commands, before bracing the piece with one hand and using the other to synch with Reynold's tricorder. Once the equipment was synced, he was able to use both hands to steady the traction field in place.
"Don't just stand there," the technician said impatiently. "I don't have all day."
Reynolds took a deep breath, mainly to force herself to practice patience and hold her tongue as she took the emitters and held them over his left and right lungs and began activating the aspiration cycle. There was a quiet hum as the sonic waves separated the fluid from the healthy tissue and diffused it out and away from his body with microtransporter technology.
"Okay, hold on just a moment longer," Reynolds said, "and I can stabilize these fractures for now, and we can finish the regeneration process later."
T'para was hard at work dealing with the man's severe head trauma. Her skilled half-vulcan hands held the instrument, which moved with a skill only a federation doctor could handle. She already had the pressure under control.
Kasper had been briefed on his way down about the developing medical case that was Jason and hurriedly scrubbed in before grabbing an already prepped hypospray containing a (I can'tthink of the wording for this right now).
"Radiation burns, this is going to hurt like hell for him when or if he wakes up" Kasper commented as he looked at the burns. "How likely do you think he's going to get radiation poisoning from it?" A second hypospray containing an anesthetic was injected into Jason's neck to help with any potential pain management and to stop him from waking up during the treatments.
"Blood pressure is crashing, doctor," Reynolds called out. "Preparing plasma."
The Tellarite medical tech stopped grumbling and began working more quickly, using a microtransporter to carefully begin removing the parts of the uniform that had melted into the liuetentant's skin.
"Better have the replicators replicate some skin for transplant," T'para added as she continued her work. With the press of a button, a cylinder containing a black sludge seaweed appeared. It looked and smelt revolting, but there was nothing in the galaxy that could eat radiation as well as it. Taking one of the sheets, she began laying it on the wounded pilot.
While the antiradiation treatment began to actively work against further damage, the radiation sickness was not the worst of the lieutenant's problems. His suit had been comprimized during ejection and recovery, and while his fellow pilot's efforts to save him had been valiant, no suit had been designed yet to protect the human body from the type of trauma that jason had endured taking the hit and accelerating and decelerating with such force that he had suffered from brain shearing and severe hypoxia to internal organs despite Nurse Reynolds best efforts to oxygenate his blood.
The mechanics of the biobed assist from Korar and Erin were causing his heart to beat and his lungs to "breathe", but his vessels were so damaged there was hardly any blood flow, and scans were reading no activity in his prefrontal cortex, as the biobed scanner began to silently redline on all vital readings one by one.
"Doctors!" Erin's voice was urgent. She wanted orders to do something, though she had been doing this long enough to realize that there wasn't anything at this point.
T'para sighed as she looked at the data. She thought they could save him. " Dam it. Time of death ........" She said with a heavy sorrow in her heart.
Unnoticed, T'lenn had slipped quietly into the trauma unit, her status as acting chief science officer giving her easy access. She stood stoically as the doctors finally declared that Jason had died. She felt Jason's spirit being ripped from his body before he'd even been transported on board, though when Lieutenant Dorsainvil had announced that he was on board, some flicker of hope had remained that his life could be saved - however illogical that hope was.
She stood, staring at his broken body, making no attempts to approach nor speak with any of the medical staff. As grim as it might seem, she simply wanted to remember him. Remember how he died, the multiple causes of death scrolling on the biobed screen, the multiple signs of trauma on his body.
She was most likely at fault. She had been reckless with her emotions with Jason. Melded with him, taught him how to feel her. She had stopped guarding her own emotions well and had let herself feel, ignoring the warnings from her youth about the dangers. And with their connection she had distracted him and it had cost him his life.
She needed to remember this moment, etch it into her mind so that she would never lose control again. This was her punishment. But it was Jason's family that would pay the true cost.
T'para sighed as she pulled of her gloves. " Everyone, take five. I'll get the death report filled out." She said letting out a sigh.
Lieutenant JG T'Para, MD
Medical Officer
USS Astrea
(NPC of Xalanth)
Lieutenant JG Kasper Andersen, MD
Medical Officer
USS Astrea
(NPC of Eirly Andersen)
Lieutenant JG T'lenn
Science Officer
USS Astrea
(NPC of Remy Johansen & also Erin Reynolds, Crewman Parsgh Korghar)
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