Her gaze was caught by a glimpse of a figure laying crumpled a few meters away from the main engineering stations. The color of the uniform told her that it was a member of the Engineering team, but from that distance she could not discern who is might be. She made her way over to it, ducking to avoid another fallen support beam.
As Jana knelt over the figure, she recognized it was it instantly. The distinctive orange cast to the skin, and the long white hair and moustache, revealed Wa-Rhayvea.
Oh no, Wa . . . not you.
A nasty gash ran along the left side of his face, from his ear down almost to his jaw. The blood seemed to have already dried, so Jana left it alone for now. Jana reached down to gently touch his forehead. His skin felt cool, but not cold. Without having to feel for it, she could see the faint throb of a pulse at his neck. His chest rose and fell with slow, but steady respiration.
Jana breathed a sigh, feeling relief flood through her. He's not dead—just unconscious. Maybe with a concussion . . . I don't know. She realized that one of her next priorities was to get her hands on a tricorder. Even a standard issue one would allow her to get basic physiological readings.
She looked around again, having a much better idea of her bearing now that there was at least minimal lighting. There was an equipment locker on the starboard side, near one of the main Jeffries tubes. She made her way over to it and opened it.
Inside she found emergency medical kits and a wide assortment of tools, including a selection of tricorders. She grabbed one of the medkits and a tricorder and closed the door. She began to turn away and return to where when Wa-Rhayvea lay when she noticed another cabinet mounted to the left: weapons locker. She entered her security access and peered inside.
There were a few phaser rifles, a small number of concussion and photon grenades (neither of which she had ever used), and a small number of standard hand phasers. Jana took one and dropped it into the pouch at her waist. She hesitated a moment and then took another one, tucking it into her waistband at her back. We don't know the condition of the ship or if we were boarded. I might not able to get back over here for another one if I need it.
She then silently prayed that she would not need to use either of them. Finding nothing else that she felt competent enough to use, she closed the cabinet and headed back to Wa-Rhayvea.
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