Drop Everything
Ikitha zh'Bessash is keeping a quiet watch, as befits Starbase 5. The Amarki keep a well-ordered house, though busy, and even a Vulcan would find the level of organization satisfactory. Most station commanders leave the basic watchstanding to commanders or captains, to better prioritize their time on paperwork that actually requires their personal attention, but it's important in Ikitha's opinion to keep a hand in and show that you're not completely out of touch. Besides, this may be the last chance to stand a watch before the word comes down about promotion or retirement. A starbase commander is pretty much the final position a sentient in Starfleet could actually stand a watch in.
One of the lieutenants manning the Starbase sensor array yells, forgetting decorum and protocol and bypassing their section commander. A moment later the main viewscreen brings up the capital. A single brilliant point of light-the image darkens as the sensors adjust to it-the light spreads-that's a visible shockwave moving outwards-
A photon torpedo detonation in atmosphere. Ikitha has never seen one in person, precious few people have and long may that be true, but during the Biophage Crisis many Starfleet officers saw them recorded. The Burning of Dunwich is a memory seared into every officer who was in the service at the time. And yet, staring at the grotesquely fading light, and the shockwave that seemingly moves so slowly...
It isn't something you can imagine. How do you visualize something you can't actually look at without going blind? How do you absorb the full scale of suffering when to do so would drive you mad? You can describe the physical process, but even there you have to summarize, talk in generalities about kinds of buildings and different kinds of materials rather than specific objects. There are just too many of them. They're a number, not a reality. Even right in front of you.
"All scheduled docking and departures are suspended! Bring up the shields, go to red alert. I want every shuttle and runabout on this station ready to fly with a medical team onboard in ten minutes. Sensors, I need a detailed scan of every ship in the system, I want to know about the slightest anomaly. Comms, get me the Arsenal commander and the Commodore now!" All of it without taking a breath. There will be time to breathe later. Time to understand, if such is even possible, later. For now the urge must be locked away in the same place the horror goes.