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[T'Rasei 0]

Cadet T'Rasei, log entry #5, 6.9.10, academy session station: CMO.

 

The USS-Exeter was patrolling the Romulan neutral zone. I was in sickbay doing doctor things, and getting a bad feeling about the ship patrolling that area. Maybe it was intuition, but I shrugged it off as nothing. Logically, I shouldn't assume something bad will happen every time we go near the neutral zone.

 

Then I got a call from the bridge, saying to prepare sickbay for possible casualities. I didn't know what was going on, but I inferred that it was probably a distress call from some damaged ship. So I got to work. I prepared hyposprays and got biobeds ready for the injured romulans.

 

Meanwhile, up on the bridge they had detected a ship being attacked by pirates sending out a distress signal. They responded to the call.

 

I waited in sickbay for a while. I was beginning to wonder if patients would ever start to get beamed in. Then, the ship rocked and I stumbled, fell, and twisted my ankle. A bunch of hypospray liquid in a glass on the table fell over onto the floor and made a mess. Darn it! I thought. What's going on? I got a towel to clean up the mess after using a chair as a prop to get up.

 

The ship had been hit, and the enemy were locking photon torpedoes on the bridge. Then they fired.

 

When the mess was cleaned up, I called up to the bridge. "What's going on up there?" I asked. But I didn't get a reply. Then the ship rocked even more and I fell to the left and hit the table with my head. "Ahhhhh," I moaned, I was on the floor. Almost dead, but not quite. Intuition... is to be listened to- Then I lost consciousness.