[I]The ship was buffeted about as though in a storm. It took all of Ariadne’s strength to hold herself upright, dropping her staff weapon and gripping the frame of one of the lockers with both hands until the storm released its hold on the vessel. Moments after that, a call came over the loudspeaker for a medical team on the bridge. She looked at Miller, and was quickly rewarded with a response when he told her to make haste for the bridge. She set off immediately, running as quickly as she could after retrieving her weapon. There was no telling what the reason for the alert was, and after going through so much trouble to acquire her preferred weapon, she wasn’t going to just leave it.

She saw barely superficial damage on her way up the tower, but when she reached the bridge itself the scene was somewhat more chaotic. The Guard who had stood in her way earlier was now lying awkwardly against the wall, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. Her healing device was already over her hand as she came to a kneel beside the witless Tau’ri man. She raised her hand over the man’s form and from the device on her hand a warm, intense light emerged. She focused on determining the man’s injuries first, and if he could be saved. It seemed he had suffered several broken ribs, one of which had punctured his lung. It would take much longer than she was willing to spend on such a lowly minion to heal him entirely, so instead she simply repaired his lung and stemmed the bleeding - A task that took barely thirty seconds. He would survive for the Tau’ri medicines now.

Ariadne stood and entered the bridge then, her face hardening as she took in the scene of disarray. She went immediately to the Captain. “Are you injured Captain Alexis West?”[/I]

"I'm fine, why do... Oh." Alexis stopped as she saw the healing device on Ariadne's hand. "No, others need you, those who [i]aren't[/i] screaming." she said, painfully aware some of them were beyond even the Tok'ra's help. When this is dealt with, she will have heads stuck on pikes for rushing them to service when there was no real danger present unlike with the RFS Korolev. "How is the crew in the rest of the ship?" she asked Ariadne, as she only received damage report and nothing on how her crew was doing.

[I]As soon as she heard that the Captain wasn’t injured, Ariadne knelt over one of the other bridge crew that was sprawled on the ground nearby. She kept listening to the Captain as she focused on the injured crewman’s injuries. A concussion. A fairly simple thing to fix short term. She repaired the damage, and once done realised the Captain had been expecting an answer for several seconds now. She replied as she moved to the next injured person, this one a woman. “Corporal James Miller was unharmed. Those I passed in the halls seemed shaken, but uninjured. I believe the Pel’tak was one of the hardest hit areas.” The woman had some serious electrical burns from her exploded console. She was, in fact, lucky to be alive. Ariadne focused on repairing the worst of the wounds and taking away the pain. The skin transformed and restored itself in front of her eyes, and she could feel Idalia’s wonder at the sight. She smiled at that. It was good to feel so appreciated.[/I]

Having nothing else to do, West went around helping to patch up those that were just cut and bruised, sparing a few seconds to talk to them and make sure they would be alright. She was glad the rest of the ship suffered less in terms of injuries: "Good... After a fashion..." Moving over, she came across the dead soldier, wincing at the sight. So far she served on a sub for over ten years, and she has [i]never[/i] lost a crewman, and took great pride in that. And while she expected that would eventually happen as the Tempest was still closer to a surface vessel once combat was initiated, it was new. Kneeling down, she took the man's tag and pocketed it, thinking she'd have a letter to write. At least she had to do that before, but that didn't make it any easier.

[I]Ariadne looked around the Bridge for another crewman needing her attention, and was pleased to find no more. The only ones remaining were either hardly injured at all or dead. She then focused on the injured woman, intent on healing her completely. A part of her couldn’t help but think the crew may not be up to the task of piloting this ship. After all, if they were, this would have been avoided. Before she spoke up about the quality of the crew though, Idalia quite suddenly advised her to be a little more sensitive. She often forgot that most were not as jaded as she after all.[/I]

Once Astridh had sent the command for a flight of F-302’s to go out, she got up from the console, sure in that things would be taken care of as needed. The medical team had yet to arrive, so she started helping in what way she could with treating the injured, leaning heavily upon Eydis’ knowledge of human physiology. She kept herself somewhat distanced from the other Tok’ra, but not obviously so. Once the medics arrived, she gave them detailed descriptions of the injured she had checked. She did not have as much experience, or gear, as them, but she had more than basic training for it. Had she not been considerably better at tactics, she could easily have seen herself as one of them. Besides, her and Eydis’ plan needed higher skills than merely those of a medic to be attractive to the Tempest project. Not that they had known its name back then.