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eliyesTitle: Self-Rescuing Hostages
series: Andorians
Summary: Kickass medical staff -- GO!
"Tying our hands behind our backs was smart," Skyleaper commented breathlessly. "We can't use our teeth to get free."
"Yes. I wish you could get your tail loose, but they must have noticed it's prehensile." Shallan's voice sounded almost as breathless, but that was her normal tone; her species could handle reduced oxygen better, even though she was straining her muscles. She kept talking at a low murmur to cover her occasional grunts of effort, and the creaking noise of the ropes around her wrists being pulled taut with inhuman strength. "Leaving us back-to-back: now that was stupid. Haven't they heard that Starfleet personnel are trained to co-operate?"
Finally: "Try now," Shallan instructed, and Skyleaper extended his claws and sawed at her bonds. Even partially cutting a strand was effective, as the strain pulled the weakened fibers apart. The Sivaoan nurse hissed as the soft pad of his palm was stung by a lashing rope-end.
Quickly, Shallan got herself free, then untied Skyleaper. Then, as they had discussed, the nurse lay flat on the floor and waited while Shallan prepped a hypo of tri-ox and gave it to him. Their captors had disabled voice access to the shuttle's computer, but Shallan could have typed in a command to return the atmospheric settings to normal using her authorization codes as Chief Medical Officer of the USS Galaxy, the shuttle's mothership. However, that would surely alert the two up in the cockpit.
Once Skyleaper was a bit steadier, they moved onto the next phase of their plan. Their abductors weren't doctors and had been smart enough not to risk trying to sedate two hostages of unfamiliar-to-them physiology, hence the unpleasant messing about with the oxygen levels. Shallan did not suffer a similar lack of expertise, and quickly loaded the hyposprays she'd need. She nodded at Skyleaper, who flattened to the deck again in preparation.
Now the doctor did use her override code. There was a thunk and a cry from the forward compartment as the shuttle's artificial gravity abruptly trebled. Taking swift advantage of the brief window of opportunity before their captors got over their surprise, she unlocked the hatch and plunged through, sedatives at the ready.
Skyleaper groaned as his stomach flipped as gravity returned to standard again. Then he scrambled to his toes just in time to catch the unconscious alien Shallan chucked through the hatch.
"Ai!" he objected. "Warn me, next time!"
Shallan just grinned at him, teeth flashing white against her cobalt face, like a mischievous cloud.
"Thrillseeker," Skyleaper named her, shaking his head. He secured the prisoners, not back-to-back and using much more advanced technology than ropes, then joined the doctor at the controls.
"All right," she said, reversing their course. "Let's go save our friends!"
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series: Andorians
Summary: Kickass medical staff -- GO!
"Tying our hands behind our backs was smart," Skyleaper commented breathlessly. "We can't use our teeth to get free."
"Yes. I wish you could get your tail loose, but they must have noticed it's prehensile." Shallan's voice sounded almost as breathless, but that was her normal tone; her species could handle reduced oxygen better, even though she was straining her muscles. She kept talking at a low murmur to cover her occasional grunts of effort, and the creaking noise of the ropes around her wrists being pulled taut with inhuman strength. "Leaving us back-to-back: now that was stupid. Haven't they heard that Starfleet personnel are trained to co-operate?"
Finally: "Try now," Shallan instructed, and Skyleaper extended his claws and sawed at her bonds. Even partially cutting a strand was effective, as the strain pulled the weakened fibers apart. The Sivaoan nurse hissed as the soft pad of his palm was stung by a lashing rope-end.
Quickly, Shallan got herself free, then untied Skyleaper. Then, as they had discussed, the nurse lay flat on the floor and waited while Shallan prepped a hypo of tri-ox and gave it to him. Their captors had disabled voice access to the shuttle's computer, but Shallan could have typed in a command to return the atmospheric settings to normal using her authorization codes as Chief Medical Officer of the USS Galaxy, the shuttle's mothership. However, that would surely alert the two up in the cockpit.
Once Skyleaper was a bit steadier, they moved onto the next phase of their plan. Their abductors weren't doctors and had been smart enough not to risk trying to sedate two hostages of unfamiliar-to-them physiology, hence the unpleasant messing about with the oxygen levels. Shallan did not suffer a similar lack of expertise, and quickly loaded the hyposprays she'd need. She nodded at Skyleaper, who flattened to the deck again in preparation.
Now the doctor did use her override code. There was a thunk and a cry from the forward compartment as the shuttle's artificial gravity abruptly trebled. Taking swift advantage of the brief window of opportunity before their captors got over their surprise, she unlocked the hatch and plunged through, sedatives at the ready.
Skyleaper groaned as his stomach flipped as gravity returned to standard again. Then he scrambled to his toes just in time to catch the unconscious alien Shallan chucked through the hatch.
"Ai!" he objected. "Warn me, next time!"
Shallan just grinned at him, teeth flashing white against her cobalt face, like a mischievous cloud.
"Thrillseeker," Skyleaper named her, shaking his head. He secured the prisoners, not back-to-back and using much more advanced technology than ropes, then joined the doctor at the controls.
"All right," she said, reversing their course. "Let's go save our friends!"
.