=== /\ USS Chimera, Cargo Bay /\ ==== Jack lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling. The XO and the Counsellor had come down with the CMO for a check-up earlier and Jack had just pretended he was out, he got the feeling that the XO and the CMO were more interested in making out post battle than anything else, honestly he didn't want to see that. Shane had left with Athena and Rangi was all that remained, bar the attractive nurse Lucy, some other random Medics and a few injured bodies from the battle. Nasty stuff that. He was aware that the battle was over, but the Chief Medical Officer in her infinite wisdom had him confined to the bed. He saw her leave the cargo bay for whatever "Screw this" Jack sat up on the bed holding his chest slightly almost as if he expected his lungs to fall out. The Lieutenant Commander had done a fine job of keeping him alive, but she was too cautious for his liking. "Captain, you can't do that" said some annoying excuse for a man in a blue shirt. Jack didn't take any notice as he pulled off the medical gown, revealing him completely naked in front of everyone as he made his way over to a replicator and got himself a fresh uniform. The Medic just watched as Jack dressed himself, possibly not the best move he could have done, but each to their own. As Jack moved past the guy he felt his hand on his chest trying to hold him back. "Lieutenant, next time you touch me, I'll break you hand." he pushed past him. "Commander Summers isn't going to be happy! You haven't been discharged from sickbay, Captain." Jack stopped for a moment and turned to whoever this guy was. "Look around you mate, does it look like ive got time to sit down and let myself get a good nights sleep before im cleared for return to duty? This place has gone to hell, the shits hit the fan, say it as you want but I need to get back to duty, tell Commander Summers she can have me court marshalled after I've got my department doing what they *need* to." he reeled off to the guy and made his way out, stopping at the door before turning back to whoever that guy was. "I meant what I said about touching me again by the way." he exited the cargo bay knowing he was in for a real talking to when he was done, but then again if you read Jacks record he wasn't exactly one for following stupid protocols and orders. "Walsh to McKnight" he tapped his comm. badge. "Report, Now." he hollered out slightly frustrated at being kept in sickbay for so long. "Weapons and shields are down, I've got most of the ODA on Damage control and helping to co-ordinate with the repairs." "Alright good Lieutenant, I'm on my way." He closed the channel and made his way back towards the ODA offices. The journey there was a bit of an eye opener. "Jesus, who the hell was flying the damn ship." he mussed to himself as he kicked a piece of bulk head out of his way and passed through the doors to the ODA Offices, which seemed to have come out alright, a few damage scars about the place but it was workable at the very least. McKnight was standing at the main station with a few officers doing god knows what, he wasn't sure. "Alright you mongrels!!" Jack barked at the top of his voice. "Ten Hut!!!" he barked ever louder as everyone came to attention rather quickly. "Ok we're in bad shape, that doesn't mean that we're going to start lapsing because supposedly the attacking ship was beat off. Shields and Weapons are down as some of the more aware of you might be aware, What does this mean I hear your tiny minds thinking?" "Lynch?" he looked over to the Engineering Spec. "We're open for a foothold situation Captain." "Precisely. If you're not already armed for some stupid reason get a gun and get out there. I've not got anything specific for everyone but take a look out the door there's a plethora of things to be doing, Lassie just told me that some punk is trapped down a well, go save their ass. Also, I want security in all the sensitive areas doubled, an armed guard on Commander Guzman too, If he complains tell him that I didn't look like the sort of person to be denied." he almost fumed. "The last thing we need is a green blood beaming aboard and capping the Commander in the back." he looked over at Private Mondana. "No Offence Private." he smirked and made his way towards his office for a bit of a sit down. ==== MCaptain Jack Walsh ODA Commander USS Chimera, SSF