Abyss Station - Ancient Artifact
ch’Pertha sat aboard the Sacajawea quietly, checking his gear.
He’d brought both sidearm phaser and rifle, as well as medkit and a pouch of additional supplies.
Glancing over at Decker, he remembered the quick medical skill that the Science Officer had brought to the incident when the former captain had been hurt.
The soldier casually said, “Back in the academy, we were...”, he paused, then shrugged, “involved in a training excersise that ... went wrong”. It was as though he was talking to himself, but aloud, so that those nearby could hear him.
“We were trapped for some time.
Someone died; someone lost a leg. Because none of us knew how to ....
That’s when I realised that Security wasn’t just about guns and fist; wasn’t about being the toughest in the room, or the first through the door.
Sometimes it meant keeping people alive ... until the cavalry comes, or you can get them to med facilities”.
Checking his gear had consisted more of checking the medkit and supplies he was carrying, than the weapons, those nearby might have noticed.
And that kit, those supplies, were almost entirely first aid and trauma wound equipment. There was little but the basics in there for diagnosis, ongoing treatment, or taking samples. It was just packed out with what might be needed to keep someone alive, until ...
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