DeJa'Vu? Only a Different Place

Posted on Sat Mar 4th, 2023 @ 9:14pm by Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: The Archan Job
Location: Sb 332

Soft music being played by amateur musicians, who were better than average just bordering on professional level by the soulful heart and love of creating pleasant music to the enjoyment of the patrons of the lounge, Warp-12. The doors to the establishment were open to draw in those passing by on the promenade of Starbase 332. Pleasant hum of conversation of patrons, employees going about their business. She hummed along with the tune being played as she didn't know the words but enjoying the moment.

Samanthia looked up from her ledgers that were spread out over the table reserved for her and those that worked there. She had a soft smile as she worked at going through the numbers to see what she had to work with. It had been a quiet time for the Starbase. A few ships were at dock for minor repairs through normal wear and tear on them from usage. Letting her eyes scan the room three quarters full, yet enough room to be spread out to afford some privacy at the tables.

It was the pleasant time when majority of the crew was busy with shift work, or at their place of residence engaging in personal time with family, friends, and members of their department unwinding from an easy day, depending on the persons point of view and how they were feeling.

Lights flickered as the station vibrated a bit. Music stopped in mid stanza as did about everything else. Conversations stopped as patrons looked around at each other, and those within view. Slowly the conversation resumed as the lead musician stepped to the mic to speak...

Public Address System clicked, hummed a bit, then a voice with calm authority spoke =^= "Attention Station! Damage Control Crews report to assigned duty stations. Crews 4, 27, 19 and 30 report to the fighter hanger bay 1." =^= Public Address system hummed some more. =^= "Medical Teams to the Main Hanger Bay. =^= Then it hummed and fell silent.

Samanthia froze as she went pale, ledgers and invoices and inventory lay forgotten before her on the table Her eyes became unfocused as she sat there, staring off into the distance...

... Lights flashing as people paces picked up with more urgency and purpose. Medical Teams rushed to grab their medical kits. Orders flew to those not called upon to respond to the emergency to get ready the medical surgical bays for the incoming wounded and to help with the arriving injured to the assigned treatment bay or Morgue for Autopsy.

All she could think of was her children and husband in the main Hanger Bay of SB-12. She wanted to go to them to see firsthand that her husband Nick and her twin daughters, Alyssia and Sarah were alright. She turned towards the door as the first of the victims came appeared on the emergency transporter pads. She rushed over to see who it was.

She was shoved off against the wall, as the teams came in to load the injured onto stretchers to be carried off to the surgical bays. Klingons, Few Romulans, Vulcans, Terrains, Humans. A stray Cardassian. A Ferengi rattling off the Rules of Acquisition as a mantra to deal with the trauma just gone through. Then came in the dead mangled bodies. Some burned so badly that they would need DNA identification to be identified. At least which species to match station record on the crews from the various ships in port and station personnel. Crews on duty or Engineering teams assigned there to perform routine checks and the necessary repairs to various equipment on hand.

She made eye contact with one of Nicholas' coworkers. He just shrugged his shoulders as his face scrunched up in pain, before looking away as he was carried by her. Whispering 'No!" as she scrambled to follow, was stopped at the entrance to the surgical bay... "Sa...

"... manthia! Samanthia!" One of her employees spoke urgently to her. "You okay?" She stopped shaking Samanthia as soon her boss's eyes turned to look at her.

"Any news?" Samanthia stood, slamming the ledger closed that she was working on. Not giving time to answer her employee, she continued to speak a bit roughly. "Put these in the office." As she shoved the chair back from the table when standing. "Tell Donatello, he's in charge till I get back!"

Samanthia rushed from the lounge as gossip mills were working overtime. "Stations under attack!" "Terrorist struck at Stations Fighter wing!" She overheard snippets of conversation as she rushed through stations corridors to the nearest turbolift.

Tapping her hidden fleet combadge, now tied into overall station civilian communication network. She called down to her apartment on Deck 1403. =^= "This is Samanthia, Mariah's Mother. Is she okay? =^=" She glowered at those she passed by. Sometimes rudely shoving her way through those that were moving to slow ahead of her. She ignored those she considered friends, acquaintances in her mad rush to the Lift.

One of her friends seeing the look upon her face and how pale it was, fell in step with her. "There was an explosion in the Hanger Bay. It was near the Station's Airwing."

"I heard about the explosion," Samanthia spoke, trying to hide the worry and concern. With building despair that she hadn't heard from S'er'in'e, yet hoping that he was alright and alive. "I pray to all that's Sacred and Holy that my husband is alive and kicking!" She growled, then fell silent as her combadge chirped and the Daycare Attendant spoke.

=^= "Miss Akiashiro. Mariah is okay. She's having her naptime now." =^= Mariah's Nanny spoke, hearing the subtle panic in Samanthia's voice. =^= "You want me to wake her up so you can speak to her?" =^=

=^= "No. No. Let her sleep. You may have to stay longer. Something came up I need to deal with." =^= Samanthia hid the worry behind false cheerfulness, killing the connection. ~~ At least I'll have Mariah still. ~~ She though with lessening of worry for at least one of her family. Being planet side was looking way better by the moment.

She shoved her way into already crowed lift. "Main Hanger Bay!" Being one of the sixth person to give the order to lifts controls. She stood there, as her fears drive her back to the fateful day on SB-12...

... small body of a young girl, laying so still. Skin charred and lacerated. Missing limbs and the vacant stare of one dead without a care. She reached out quickly to close the eyelids to make her look more peaceful, only for them to pop open as if she wanted to see the passing lights overhead.

"Miss? Miss? You recognize this one?" A male voice coming from her side.

"My daughter, Alyssia... Where's her sister? They were on field trip to docking bays where my husband was working." Samanthia looked at the familiar doctor but couldn't remember his name. Mind wrapped up in watching one of the twins being wheeled to the morgue on a gurney.

"Come with me," Gently, yet firmly grasping her shoulders as he guided her away from the corridor that was being used to take the dead to the Morgue.

She went numbly with him. Catching sight of another body wearing the charred remnants of same color dress that the first one wore. She turned into doctor that was guiding her to press her forehead in his chest as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Her daughters were dead. Her husband possibly dead...

She moved numbly from the lift with the others, going with the momentum of the group rushing to the hanger bays to either help out or just watch in morbid fascination to see if there were any badly mangled bodies to see. She was shunted off to the side, seeing that she was obviously a civilian and had no business being there. She joined others that had gathered to wait for someone special to see if they were not one of the victims.

Was this the reason she got out of the medical field and resigned her commission. Cause of the loss she had faced had hit more personally, closer than losing friends, crewmates, and ran to the ends of the galaxy. Only to have it repeat itself. This time she had her daughter in a safe place when it happened again. This time she faced losing S'er'in'e. He was better than having a teddy bear to snuggle with on lonely nights. Sometimes being alone drove her to get up and flee her empty apartment that others would kill for. To have a wild fling or just to be around people to forget what she had lost. She gave a soft giggle, remembering at some of the most outrageous flings she had.

After giving herself time to calm down a bit and think. With everyone rushing to the hanger bays. Security didn't need another person that was there to satisfy their morbid curiosity. She started to turn back, seeing the Security turning back those that had no reason to be there. Yet she stopped and was not going to be chased off. Unless they had definite proof that he had already been sent to the infirmary.

She worked her way through those gathered along the wall. She boldly walked up to one of the harassed looking Security that was handling crowds. "Excuse me! My mate, Colonel S'er'in'e is in there." Her voice softens with worry. "Please let me pass. I can help. I'm a Fleet trained Medical Officer." This being a big station, she hoped the ploy would work even if currently looking like a harried executive.

The Security Officer looked her over quickly while listening to her. He knew her of her relations with Colonel S'er'in'e, her current status as a Civilian establishment Proprietor. "I'll let you hang out, but you need to take a few steps back, wait against the wall. " He gave her a shrug and a look that said 'best I can do' as he turned back to his duty of holding the line.

After a lengthy wait, Samanthia nodded to the Security Officer who let her wait near the entrance. She took off to the closest infirmary to see what she could find out about his status.
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