[h2][i]The Arcadian - 24 September 2190[/i][/h2]
[h3][b]Dr. Anna Rauss[/b][/h3][hr]
“Medic to engineering. The Chief, he’s-”

Anna had already moved with quiet and annoyed resignation before the alert had even finished, she didn’t need to read much more beyond the words ‘cybernetics’, ‘malfunction’ and ‘seizure’. The lanky woman huffed, heels clicking on the bleak metal plates on the medbay’s floor; Dampener clamps snagged off a rack and injectors shoved into the pockets of her white coat by muscle memory more than thought.

Engineering always meant noise, heat, and someone insisting everything had been [i]fine[/i] five minutes ago.

She swore under her breath, dragging a slender palm through her barely kemped hair, insulated gloves wrapped over slender fingers without thinking. “Fucking engies.” She scoffed. The elevator couldn’t fall fast enough, she’d rather get this over with before her initial morning coffee hit timed out.

The deck hit her like a wall of sound and smell. Foam slicked the floor, alarms layered over one another, and the air tasted wrong. Sharp, clean in a way that set her teeth on edge. Oxygen-heavy. Her eyes found the problem almost immediately; exposed cybernetics spitting white-blue arcs, the body of the Chief Engineer caught in violent, electrical spasms.

“Anyone who doesn’t know what a grounding plug is, step back.” She muttered under a tired but alert sniff, ducking low to inspect the situation in the span of half a second. Anna grounded the interface first. The arcs stuttered, then halted as she clamped one on the sparking stump, the other on the bay’s emergency grounding rail.

“Alright,” Her eyes and hands worked quickly, injection next. A low enough dosage to still and wake, not to knock them out cold. “Stay with me Chief, you’re not dying on my shift.” She smirked, the ghost of one. “Paperwork’s a drag.”

Once the current and seizure were under control, she moved in properly. Seal gel over the stump. Her fingers were quick, precise, checking for warped connectors, creeping heat, anything that looked like it wanted to turn this into a second problem.

It didn’t.

She leaned back on her heels once she was satisfied he wasn’t about to light up again, pulling her gloves off with a snap. Internally, she was already sorting the mess into neat little piles. Diagnostics, memory core retrieval, temporary replacements. And the paperwork. God, the paperwork was going to be awful.

But for now? He was stable.

“Someone prop him up, he’s… heavy.” She gestured at the nearby wall, arms crossed as though she was preparing for a sneer and a pointed comment on idiocy and engineering [i]somehow[/i] going hand in hand.