Lieutenant Carter was seenshortly after evac in a makeshift camp in a K-7 cargobay. She looked a little disheveled but otherwise ok. She was clutching a white Earth beagle close to her though. The dog had one of its legs wrapped in recently placed bandages and looked utterly terrified. The poor creature was wimpering quietly to her master.
Character: Doctor Sirena Djaniss
Position: DS13 Medical
Status: MIA
This one was kept a little aside from the others, and the nurse caught Cyrene’s arm and dragged her over, stammering with a hint of distress. Cyrene caught the words “crushed,” and “unconscious.”
Her eyes fell on the patient and she took a step back, gasping. It wasn’t the condition, although that was awful. It wasn’t the crushed arm that dangled uselessly in its pale grey sleeve. It wasn’t the massive bruise over one temple. It wasn’t the way the patient gasped for each breath, hoarsely and with an ominous wheeze.
It was the ashen, slack face of Doctor Pohl.
Her tricorder snapped up in her hand. She’d been working in triage for hours now, nearly a day; barely snatching time to rest and recover before diving back in. Somehow, throughout it all, she had this feeling that she was covered, supervised. Still new at this, she wanted someone to look over her shoulder and approve her work, and Pohl had been not only a kind commanding officer, he’d been an educational one.
She’d never felt so alone.
Then her attention refocused. He needed her help, and desperately. The tricorder chirped with inappropriate cheerfulness as she read off the results. Her curses came out steadily and with venom as she didn’t even bother with the nurse. She snatched the medication she needed and injected the first hypospray before anyone realized what was going on.
“We’ve got incipient traumatic rhabdomyolysis! Get me some renal support! NOW!” Her voice was strident with strain as she turned and snatched up another hypospray. “Doctor Pohl! Stay with us!” She injected him again and pressed his crushed arm down. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but you’ve got crush syndrome and some internal bleeding.” She doesn’t mention the arm.
Lt JG Terre was on an escape shuttle. Some bruising, but nothing serious. She's kipping on whatever flat surface she finds between double-shifts wherever Engineering need her.
Character: Saren tr'Raheaen'fvil
Position/Dept: Romulan Republic Ambassador
Status: Safe. Minor injuries: Bruising, scratches. Serious injury: Right eye being re-grown.
He was tried. Exhausted, in fact. Physically and mentally drained. But they still had work to do. Still in his Dress whites, minus his jacket, he stepped onto the bridge of the Avalon. He paused, expecting a shouted 'Captain on deck' from his over-eager yeoman. Instead there was only silence.
The bridge crew were made up from the most capable from each shift, replacing those lost or injured. They all paused in their work when he stepped onto the bridge, either maintaining ship systems or repairing blown conduits.
A junior lieutenant stepped away from his console to peer at the tall human.
"What do we do now, Cap'n?" he asked.
Rosewood could feel the ears of everyone in the room prick up, listening intently for his answer. He was too worn out to give a speech, so he kept his answer simple.
"No, no, keep them moving. We need to get them off the ship. Serious injuries to be treated on the shuttle. Life-threatening injuries to be take to the triage centre in the mess hall and then transported directly to triage on K-7. Everything else can wait."
Her left arm was in a sling, having only receive the most basic first aid after dislocating her shoulder when the Ockham had crashed into something. She was now overseeing the evacuation of the Ockham's wounded onto K-7.
"Has anyone seen the captain? No? Fine, if you see her, tell her I've gone with the injured to K-7."
Bloody protesters getting in the way of his bloody job. All he wanted was to get from the promenade to the plasma conduit that was reportedly acting sluggish a few decks down without being harassed by feddies shoving PADDs in his face and yelling some nonsense about some aliens.
He had managed to make it through the crowd when he glanced out of the window.
Startled from her sleep by the red alert warning, the young Trill barely had enough time to pull some clothes on before being tossed around her quarters like a rag doll as something hit the starbase. The last thing she remembered was her bookcase rushing up to meet her face, then darkness
Character: Julia Helstone
Position/Dept: Captain, USS (I've forgotten, will fill this in when I find my notes)
Status: Alive, jettisoned in lifeboat w/ rest of crew, starship destroyed
Character: Ahnar tr'Veras
Position/Dept: Instructor, Academy Annex
Status: Alive, K-7
Character: James Kermit
Position: Assistant Chief of Operations
Status: MIA
LCDR Kermit was last seen in Main Operations during the final stages of evacuation. He appeared dazed and was following Captain Thiessen's group towards Auxiliary Control when he became separated. He has not reported in.
Character: Jexiril
Dept: Security
Status: MIA
CRW Jexiril was last seen on Deck 31, assisting crew trapped in quarters to the nearest evac points.
Character: Suvik
Dept: Engineering
Status: Active, K-7
LCDR Suvik evacuated via shuttle from the shipyard. He was not injured.
Character: S'Slaask
Dept: Medical
Status: Hangry
LT S'Slaask was providing medical direction in a shelter area when he was evacuated via transporter. Rumor has it that the crew that beamed him up initially thought the lifesign was a loose pet reptile.
Character: Neema Perim
Position: CO, 38th Fleet
Status: Active, K-7
VADM Perim was recovered from within a service crawlway of the Transwarp Gate. Evidently her escape pod was damaged and its occupants were forced to improvise.
LT Seral was recorded requesting final docking clearance for the U.S.S. Yankee Clipper, a Danube Class Runabout stationed on DS13 reported to be running heavy, to board the U.S.S. Vanguard and offload evacuees. No reply was given as Vanguard was destroyed moments later.
Taken to K-7 after assisting with the evacuation of a group of walking wounded. Minor cuts, lacerations and bruising across body, right arm shows signs of severe electrical burns courtesy of an exploding panel