<<As Indy said, this was ment to go out before his log with the XO but due to my slow logging it is alittle late, sorry.>> == Shuttle === "Offf!" Keylor grunted as he plopped on to his arse. looking a bit stunned he looked up at Ra'nar. "Next time remind me to stand up before transport." He said sarcastically. Looking around he thought to himself. {I am getting to old for this.}. Placing his right hand on the ground he started to push himself up, but then quickly stopped as his weakened right shoulder failed him. bouncing back to his behind, he rolled left and pushed himself up with his left hand. He winced at the pain. Ra'nar noticed that, despite the Generals clams, his wound was troubling him quite a lot. "Sir, I really need to look at that wound. I don't think it would look to good on my record if I let a bajorian General loss everything below the shoulder." {Commander Summers would never let me in sickbay again,} thought Ra'nar while watching the general get to his feet. Keylor pointed to the front of the shuttle, "Lets get up there first. I want to get this shuttle underway." he said still realing from his injuries. Slolwy he made his way to the cockpit and took a seat in the pilots chair. "Ok just a minute or two and we will be on our way." he said now moving a bit more stiff than before. Ra'nar sat in the Co-pilots seat, placing William's old rifle on the floor next to him, just in case. For a moment he glanced at the general and realized how amusing the situation must have looked. {A Bajorian and a Cardassian in SFM uniforms working together, if we were klingons songs would be sung about this for a thousand years.} Ra'nar had to bite his bottom lip to stop from laughing out aloud. As keylro tapped in the final command he looked over to Ra'nar. "So what brought you to starfleet. After all you don't see many Cardassians in fleet." he said. Ra'nar's 'catchphrase like' smile spread across his face. "So I have been told. But I have been fighting since I was a teenager, against Cardassians mostly." The smile faded, "Figured I may as well get paid for doing it." {Wonder if he has been fighting Cardassian's for most his life? Either way, he sure as hell can't like them.} he thought as he paused. "My mother was a doctor, I decided to follow her path and when I was a qualified Paramedical I joined the 507 Air Born, Medical company, before signing up for SSF training" Keylor tapped on the console and disengaged the docking clamps. The shuttle shook a little as the clamps let go of the shuttle and the ship floated for a second. But then the impulse engins engaged and the shuttle quickly turned towards the chimera. After a few more taps Keylor engaged the autopilot. "ok should take us 45 minutes to get there, so work your magic." he said. He looked over to Ra'nar and responded to his comments of why he was here. "Hrm... interesting. So you have no love for the cardassian empire? After all they are your countrymen." he asked. In the back of his mind he could only think that no matter how his wishes differed form his fathers, his sisters, or for that fact Bajorans ingeneral, he always knew he had a home, and a place in his heart for Bajor. Ra'nar took a deep breath. "I have no love for the Empire what so ever, I would sooner get a shuttle collision course with Keldon class than serve on one. But I do still feel strange not being around cardassians, like a part of me is missing. But without major rethinking to the cardassian way of live I would never return home." Ra'nar pulled his knife to cut the uniform around the wound and for a moment Ra'nar thought the General was going to jump him. Once the wound was exposed he took when he need out of his almost completely depleted medical kit. "I would wager that you never expected to be treated by a Cardassian in a Marine uniform." Said Ra'nar, trying to make some kind of 'small talk.' Keylor winced at the discomfort of the dried blood that was holding the fabric to his skin was peeled away. "Well not many would have thought a bajoran would hold a general rank either. In fact I never went to the academy. I am what they call a mustang. an officer promoted up form enlisted." he responded in kind. Ra'nar laughed "So you were a Grunt too at some stage." Ra'nar looked at the wound, {nasty, surprised he was able to cope with the pain.} he thought as he started repairing the tissue around the broken bone."Like you said, not many Cardassians in Starfleet. Which is why 'they' did not really what me going though the officer training program. I guess you are hope for us all" Said Ra'nar smiling. Ra'nar administed something for the pain, "I have got to tell you that when I herd the ship was commanded by a bajorian I thought I was going to be on waste disposal detail for the rest of my service. Keylro shrugged his shoulders again. "Well I have no love for the cardassian empire, that is no hidden face. BUt I dont judge peple by thier race. Jsut because one person is a bad apple, does not mean they are all bad apples. Any way, if you screw up, you will have lesser things to worry about than waste disposal." he grinned thinking of Jack and how had given him extre meaninless work." Ra'nar reached for his medical tricored, "I will have to make a mental note not to screw up then." "You have got a fractured Acromion, not much I can do about that until we get to sick bay. But I have repaired most of the tissue and the pain should not be a problem." Ra'nar looked himself over briefly, in the whole attack he had not sustained one injury, not even a scratch. {Same old Ra'nar, comes out fine while his comrades die around him.} "No purple heart for me," he said out aloud not meaning too and trying not to laugh. Keylor cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean?" he ased as he looked down at the controls to check on thier progress. "I was injured once very badly when I was a teenager, almost bleed to death. But since then I can remember a time when I have ever been hurt in combat, Seen a lot of people who have not been so lucky though." Said Ra'nar thinking of his father and mother. Keylor nodded. "Well there are worse fates. Be thankful you are fully able to heal those who were not so fortunate. There have been many times I have come though a battle with out a scratch. But it is none the less painful, seeing your comrades injured." he said thinking of al the times he had seen his comrades fall in battle. Ra'nar simply nodded. Keylor nodded to his shoulder. "ok well get me patched up there Doc." He said with a smile. "And be gentle, I am an old man. Cant take much more excitement." He chuckled. He then held up his left hand. A scrap of cloth was wrapped around his palm, soaked with blood. "Oh and if you have the supplies, could you do something about this." Ra'nar smiled, "Old man, I am sure." He looked at the hand, "I will see what Doc Ra'nar can russal up." ===30 minutes later=== Keylor swivled in his seat as the shuttle approached the chimera. "ok lets see how bad she is." he said aloud not expecting Ra'nar to respond. He quickly turned off the autopilot and took control of the shuttle. And though Ra'nar has healed the torn tissue, his right shoulder still was bothering him. The approached form the bow, and right away Keylor could seel things had not gone well for the ship. There was apparent power outages from deck 4 to 6 on the front of the ship and several places had small hull breaches. "Looks like your skill might be needed over here." Keylor said to Ra'nar. Ra'nar looked at the battered ship, "I think you might be right, let's hope that the worst hit areas were evacuated first." As they approached closer, Keylor slowed the shuttle down and turned to survey the port side of the ship. As they moved around the nose Keylor could see the beginnings of more damage , on deck 6. He pointed to the ship. "Well I hope you are not in need of medical supplies. That is deck 6, and that crumpled area is right where the sick bay should be." he remarked. Ra'nar sighed, he did need supplies and badly. At present he was using supplies he had taken from beta's injured medical specialist Jenn Greene. "I am running a little low, but I think I may have a few boxes of stuff in my room." Ra'nar was aware that he sounded like a dealer on a lawless world, but he had been given a few supplies by Commander Summers. Keylor flew the shuttle around to the back of the saucer section. Amazingly the main section; where the warp core was, seemed in tact. He looked up and saw one Nacell completely mangled. "What in the world did this?" he muttered. Looking over to Ra'nar he pointed out a set of controls. "Ok need your help. Over there should be sensors. Scan the engineering section below us and see if you can read life signs." he said as he brought the shuttle to a stop. Ra'nar tapped on the sensors and after a moment got some results. "Yes, live signs." Ra'nar paused for a moment. "Most defiantly not as many as there should be but there are live signs." Keylor nodded, "Ok. Can you tell where they are located? I am looking for a senior officer, like the CEO." He said still looking over the damage. "Got someone, near engineering. somes like one of the only people who are not running around mad." Which to ra'nar meant if must be a senoir officer because everybody is aware that they do no work what so ever. "Hrm. well most likely the CEO. But regardless who is might be, they can tell us what happened and what the status of everything is. " he said. "Would you be so kind as to beam them aboard?" he asked. Ra'nar locked on to the unknown person and begain the transport. For a moment it looked like Ra'nar would lose the signal mid-transport, there was alot of interference coming from the damaged chimera but after a second or two panicing Ra'nar stabilised the transporter beam. What appeared before him was not the CEO but the XO. "Opps" said Ra'nar quitly before snapping a salute. ==== End Log ==== Brigadier General Bretam Keylor Commanding Officer USS Chimera & Private First Class Ra'nar ODA 18D - Medical Specialist USS Chimera _________________________________________________________________ Be the first to hear what's new at MSN - sign up to our free newsletters! http://www.msn.co.uk/newsletters