<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Cmdr_HRaal.png)</div><strong>Cmdr. H'Raal</strong><br/><strong>Bridge</strong><br/><strong>Does the Universe have to be this Big Place Where Everything Goes Wrong?</strong><br/><strong>Tag: Nelan, Antos, Anatole, Medical</strong><br/><hr/><br/>H'Raal looked over at the Captain as she and Mara entered to explain the situation.  They were to hold here until more Federation ships arrived, and then they would be filled in on the situation.  For once, a First Contact situation was going to be relatively normal.  And then everything went wrong as the sensors auto-initiated Red Alert and the next thing that H'Raal knew there was nothing.  The Caitian Second Officer found himself thrown against a bulkhead, and until he re-awoke, that was the last thing he remembered.  Soon enough, some time passed, and he found himself waking on the bridge of the<em>Victoria</em>, though everything seemed...different.  The air was changed, somehow.  But that was all he could tell, for the moment.  Nelan had called his name, and<em>almost </em>enough time had passed to make those present on the bridge worry, but the officer responded soon enough.<strong>"I'm still here; just give me a moment..."</strong><br/><br/>The Caitian probed his legs for a moment, checking to see if there was any pain from a possible break.  Nothing.  Then the tail; there was one place where it stung...but not badly.<strong> "Well, I think that used up another one of my nine lives." </strong>He'd heard the Earth joke about cats when he was at Starfleet Academy, and he was pretty sure there were at least two instances in his career where he<em>should</em>have died but managed to live.<strong>  "LTCMDR, I'm alright.  Where is the Captain and Commander...?"</strong>And then he saw them.  Great.  They were both out and it didn't look good.  Winn was standing over the Captain, and Kir-Je was with Mara.<strong> "Nelan, get me a status report on the <em>Victoria.</em>  What's working and what isn't working.  And after that, where we are."</strong>The Caitian went to a storage locker located just aft of the bridge, and opened it; in there was a standard Starfleet medical kit.  He opened it and checked; yes, everything that was standard was here.<strong> "Mr. Kir-Je, Mr. Winn." </strong>He came towards them, kit in hand.<strong>"Let's see what we can do to stabilize the Captain and Commander Mara until the professionals arrive, yes?"</strong><br/><br/>He approached Winn first.<strong>"Mr. Winn; here is a dermal regenerator.  Hold it no more than fifteen centimeters from the Captain's head wound, and observe carefully until you see it close up.  Run it for another five to ten seconds after that, and then check back with me." </strong>He handed the Bajoran the specified piece of medical equipment.<strong> "Mr. Kir-Je..."</strong>He took out two pieces from the medkit; one was a recognizable medical tricorder; the other was not.<strong> "We need to see how Commander Mara's arm looks.  If it can wait until Medical gets here, I'm willing to let the time pass.  If we cannot..."</strong>He raised the second piece of gear.<strong> "...this is an osteo-regenerator.  It will allow us to set the broken arm, but only if we have to."</strong>H'Raal passed the tricorder to Kir-Je.<strong> "Get me a scan of the Commander, focusing on his arm."</strong><br/><br/>Rising from where he knelt by Mara, he turned.<strong>"Mr. Winn; how are we faring?"</strong>