Fontana nearly jumped off the transporter pad, followed by his XO as he tapped his badge, “Fontana to sickbay – we’ve had a mass casualty event on the planet below.  We need an emergency triage response.  We’re alerting all transporter rooms to activate and staff.”

“On it,” replied Brennan and rushed into her office in sickbay. That she had ample experience and that they were well-prepared were facts her nervous system didn’t quite seem to register. Her heart began pounding as adrenaline flooded her cells, and her hands were shaking until she balled them into fists and willed her body to at least pretend to be calm.  “Captain, standby medical teams will be en route in three minutes,” she relayed swiftly, her fingers flying over her desk console to coordinate resources. “I need every available detail on what happened. Any information on injuries or environmental hazards would be crucial for our response.” 

Fontana handed Ren a PADD.  “Get with engineering – move and shake as you need.”

“On it,” said Ren, taking the PADD.  He hurried off to engineering to see the CEO.

The CO turned his attention back to his chief medical officer’s voice in his badge, “We’re still getting details – some kind of explosion – a large one.”  His Yeoman, Ensign Flushing, slipped through the door as the XO left and handed him a PADD, “Significant injured, several casualties being reported by the limited staff on the ground – we’ve got some station staff mixed in with the citizens.  Security will be headed down straight after you.”

“Understood, Captain. I’ll prepare for the worst. Medical teams are just about ready for deployment upon your signal.” She quickly glanced at her team, having previously divided them into three groups according to their skills and level of experience. She hadn’t thought that something like this would actually be needed, but apparently, preparedness did pay off. Medics and nurses moved swiftly, readying supplies and equipment as Brennan prepared herself mentally for what lay ahead. “Let’s get going. We got this.”, she said, maybe just as much to herself as to the other medical staff.

Fontana gave her the order, “The signal is given – I’ll be on the bridge coordinating the response.”  He closed the channel.  The mission had never been straightforward, but it had become more challenging in mere moments.