A Darkened Spacecraft...
::inside the Delta Flyer, with a panel free and Isolinear chips laid out everywhere, Tom Paris lays barely inside the access panel's crawl space, asleep, a red bump on his forehead the size of a golf ball.::
zZzZzZzZzZz...
::slowly, he stirs, and gingerly opens his eyes, the light from the access panel playing across his face in the darkened powered down vessel, slowly reaching for his head.::
zZz-Mmm-wha?!
Owwwwwww...good God...!
::wincing and inhaling sharply through his teeth, moves his other hand to his commbadge, tapping it.::
Mmmm...Paris to Sick...Sickbay...
::blinks to clear his vision, and clears his throat.::
...assistance...or beamout...required in the Shuttlebay...the Delta Flyer...
::grunts, then taps his commbadge again, cutting the signal off, wincing as he does, checking that hand to find burn on his palm caused by a plasma conduit.::
...how the hell did I manage that...?
::looks up at the panel, thinking back.::
...wait...zapped...headbutted...then woke up...right...?
::thinks about the events while the Med team decide what to do next.::
zZzZzZzZzZz...
::slowly, he stirs, and gingerly opens his eyes, the light from the access panel playing across his face in the darkened powered down vessel, slowly reaching for his head.::
zZz-Mmm-wha?!
Owwwwwww...good God...!
::wincing and inhaling sharply through his teeth, moves his other hand to his commbadge, tapping it.::
Mmmm...Paris to Sick...Sickbay...
::blinks to clear his vision, and clears his throat.::
...assistance...or beamout...required in the Shuttlebay...the Delta Flyer...
::grunts, then taps his commbadge again, cutting the signal off, wincing as he does, checking that hand to find burn on his palm caused by a plasma conduit.::
...how the hell did I manage that...?
::looks up at the panel, thinking back.::
...wait...zapped...headbutted...then woke up...right...?
::thinks about the events while the Med team decide what to do next.::