>Caimlyn continued to work on them and was finding that most of the
>injuries could be healing quickly. He was just about to call the ship and
>have them transported to Sickbay when his communicator chirrped.
>
>=/\=Liridian to Caimlyn, please come in. =/\=
>
>"Ensign Dai'cou here. What can I do for you, sir?"
>
>=/\=Mr. Caimlyn, I need you out here. We have found an Andorian who is in
>need of medical attention. Are you available to come out here with me, Ms.
>Coyne, and Ms. Ostrov"=/\=
>
>"I have come across two of our people. They seem to be in pretty good
>shape. Someone had tended to them previously. I think they are ready to
>be transported to the ship. If that is ok with you, I can be with you in
>a few minutes, once they have been transported, sir."
=/\=That will be fine, Mr. Caimlyn. Liridian out."=/\=
(OOC: Caimlyn is the character's personal name. Dai'cou is the family name.
Sorry to be confusing. The name is inverted like Bajorans)
Caimlyn tapped his communicator. "Dai'cou to (OOC: I must admit to
forgetting the ship's name. My apologies)."
{OOC: you are riding aboard the USS Protector. }
"This is Captain Connor. Go ahead, Ensign." the Captain replied from the
bridge.
The call was also being monitored in the special ops room.
"Sir, I have come across to injured Starfleet personnel down here. They are
stable. I would like to have them beamed up to Sickbay for a more in-depth
review."
"Good work Ensign. Stand by. The transporter room will take them off of
your hands in a moment."
{response}
A moment later the two stricken Starfleet personnel were transported from
the derelict shelter to the comfort of the Protector's sickbay. A medical
team was waiting for them.
