((Sickbay, Deck 2, USS Resolution))

Sherlock: Doctor, if there's any way I could be of assistance, just let me know. If you need me to go out
and help get any injured to sickbay, don't hesitate to ask. We have security teams throughout the ship
that can assist as well.

Aine acknowledged the nod from the doctor. She could see blood coming from his nose, but noticed he
seemed well composed. The other medical officer handed the doctor a regenerator from their belt.

Sirin: Something is happening.

Aine noticed the other Ensign raise an eyebrow at Meidra. Knowing that could mean many things when
a Vulcan does it, she wondered if they were intrigued...or annoyed.

Sherlock: :: looking around at the medical staff :: What just happened?

Adea: I think we've found out why nobody could contact the freighter.

She saw T'Suran nodding in thought. Glancing to Meidra with a query.

T'Suran: Wormhole?

Sirin: Perhaps a doorway to an uncharted sector of space. Most interesting.

T'Suran nodded in a way that Aine felt as though she were just confirming Meidra's suspicions. This
confirmation of sorts suddenly through Aine's mind for a ride.

T'Suran: Wormhole.

Sherlock: oO Great! First mission in Starfleet and we're probably in the Delta Quadrant or something!
Oh my god! My father was right! I should have never left! Oo Wormhole? I...I don't know. That
seems :: beat :: scary.

Adea: Wherever we are, it's rather beautiful.

Sherlock: oO Beautiful! We don't even know where we are! HOME is beautiful! Oo

T'Suran: ::Solemnly:: One day it will all be gone. I'd consider it an honor to have seen it.

Aine's head pulled back a bit as she tucked her chin and shifted her eyes around, her nerves were
suddenly gone, replaced by confusion at the Ensign's statement. Were they joking or being fatalistic?
Maybe both?

Sherlock: Umm ::beat:: Yes, it's ::beat:: lovely.

The doctor suddenly broke the tension of the moment that Aine was feeling, thankfully.

Adea: I'm sure the bridge will tell us what we need to know, when we need to know it. For now, we’ll
focus on triaging those injured who are making their way here. Meidra, you and I will stay here and deal with the
- ::he gestured to the bloodied noses and bruised elbows currently making their way through the doors:: T’Suran,
Aine, if you could head to the observation deck, there seems to be an unconscious officer there.

T'Suran: Yes sir.

Sherlock: Right away.

The pair left sickbay. Aine followed T'Suran as she was sure the Ensign knew the ship better than she
did. As they made their way, Aine decided to try and break the tension that she was feeling a bit.

Sherlock: Don't believe we've formally met, I'm Aine.

T'Suran: Response

Sherlock: Well, just let me know how best I can help you.

T'Suran: Response

It had always been difficult for Aine to read Vulcan's. And this one was no different.

Tags/TBC

Ensign Aine Sherlock

Security Officer
USS Resolution
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