8:54am - Wg Cdr. RenĂ©e Ortega, Demeterâs CafĂ©
RenĂ©e took the biscuit and took a small bite from the corner. It was good, and she couldnât resist a small smile. These days it was rare that she tasted anything but ration bars and dehydrated pastes. She turned to face Xifeng, who was smiling politely at her.
âIf anything the delay is doing wonders for my schedule. Now that the crew are all set for leave my only job is to keep people rotating through the motions. Itâs been months since Iâve actually found the time to come down here and grab a proper meal.â She nodded thoughtfully, and took another chunk off of the biscuit. âDonât let the crew know that is all it is, though. Canât have people getting soft just because home is in sight, can we?â
She moved to stand, hoping to slip into the queue for food whilst it was quiet. The ship shuddered. A wrenching sound echoed throughout the café; it reminded her of a widows caws and her stomach sank. The floor tilted violent and the Wing Commander twisted sharply, one leg caught behind her chair leg, and hit the round hard. Overhead the lights flashed periodically. She pushed herself up slowly onto her knees and tried to gather her bearings. Everything played in slow-motion, her mind only able to comprehend snap-shots of information delivered by the flashes of artificial light puncturing the darkness. People were strewn everywhere, bodies tossed like rag-dolls by the force of the turbulence. Tables and chairs had slid of toppled over to bury helpless people beneath them. The smell of smoke was wafting from the kitchens.
Darkness. She became conscious of the sounds: The groaning of the stressed hull; louder, the screams of the wounded or the frightened. Beneath this were the softer moans of the dying. Desperate whimpers of hopeless gasps as people were crushed beneath the weight of furniture of people alike. Boots scuffled along the floor. They squeaked as they lost grip in a pool of fresh blood. Voices called out, dazed and paniced.
A flash of light, blinding in intensity. Renée blinked rapidly. On film things came into focus slowly, as though the mind were piercing a thick fog. To Renée everything came in a flash too fast to comprehend. Chaos. Objects were thrown everywhere. People struggled to gain their feet. Uniforms smeared with wasted food; coffee; blood. Staggering, crew and civilians alike meandered through the maze, tripping over chair legs and collapsing to the ground. The crushed others beneath them, or trod on those too weak to call out. A thin layer of grey smoke covered everything.
Darkness. The deprivation of light was so total that Renée almost panicked. She caught herself just in time. Something warm was running down her face, coating her lips and chin. A dry tongue licked lips cautiously and recoiled at the strong metallic taste. Blood. She wiped one sleeve roughly across her mouth. A throbbing pain was beginning but she forced it down. Tried to collect her thoughts. She had to act.
Another pulse of light illuminated the cafe. RenĂ©e stood, using the table beside her as a brace. She scanned the crowd quickly â she noticed Xifeng was nowhere to be seen, lost in the tangle of bodies. She spat a mouthful of thick blood and cupped her hands around her mouth.
âListen up!â Her voice sounded small, meagre when compared to the cacophony of noise filing the cafĂ©. She took a deep breath. Tried again. âEVERYBODY LISTEN!â This ytime her voice scythed through the noise. She saw a few heads turn to face her. Those of their feet began staggering in her direction. âAll able bodied personnel are to move to the rear of the cafĂ©! Start laying out the tables along the wall. You,â She spotted a staggering man wearing the insignia of a Major. âGet every non-critical civilian off to one side and out of the way once the tables are set. Every able bodied enlisted is to begin moving all the critically wounded onto the tables and clearing away the debris to one side. Put the dead at the kitchen end, away from everyone else. Send any medical personnel even first aid, down to me.â She spoke quickly, but the Major nodded and rushed to follow his orders. He began shouting commands to those nearest him, raising his hands and gesturing.
Darkness. Less panic this time; people had someone in control and they simply clung to each other and followed the voices. Renée herself began heading towards the rear of the room, to where the tables would be set up. The lights flashed on again; emergency generators whirred. Secondary lighting was back on.
People moved quickly. In minutes those military crew still functioning had herded most of the walking wounded civilians off to one side and had them sitting on the ground, out of the way. Many were crying, smeared in blood and food. They had calmed though. They stared about themselves wide-eyed, taking in the scene. Tables were being set up around Renée and the first people were being laid out. These cried out; civilian and military alike. Head wounds, broken limbs. Some had cutlery sticking from thighs, stomachs and necks. Glass had blinded more than a few. Burns came in next. The stench of smouldering flesh turned her stomach, and the sight of the mottled skin with charred clothing sticking to the flesh made her dizzy. She gripped the edge of a table hard.
âMajor!â He turned towards her. He was a young man; early twenties. A trickle of blood ran from his temple. âGood work.â
âSir! Thankyou, sir.â He nodded and hurried back to the fray. At the far end of the room the pile of dead was growing quick. At least a dozen bodies. At least twenty more people were still laying in cafes middle whilst people attempted to dig them out safely. A trio of people rushed towards her. The first of those with any medical experience. She set them to work immediately. Without any supplies they were ordered to treat only those they could save.
Head still thundering painfully, RenĂ©e moved to the nearest communications route. She pressed the button with fingers crossed. âThis is Wing Commander Ortega, location cafĂ©. The situation is serious. Requesting immediate medical help: dozens of wounded, at least fifteen dead. The cafĂ© can be used as a medical station for this deck. Request supplies immediately. Sitrep requested. Awaiting further orders.â She logged it for the bridge and waited with the phone pressed tightly to her ear.