Collan and Niil: Rescue on Chabosh

[GM Craig]

You manage to work the release, and are freed from the restraint. You can feel the burn of ligatures wounds under your shirt where the harness had dug into your skin, but that is minor compared to everything else you feel. You are able to move not too badly, so your ribs must be intact, but the stab of pain every time you breathe is concerning.

Twisting on your side, you manage to find purchase on the crate and lift it enough to slide your arm out. Almost immediately the sensation of pins and needles starts to spread down from your shoulder. It is currently uncontrollable while the feeling returns, but it seems intact.

You are injured (wounded twice), but a self-check reveals nothing obviously life-threatening. The cut to your head appears to be relatively shallow. The stab when you breathe could mean internal injuries, pulled ligaments, or cracked ribs, but you can't really tell that without some sort of diagnostic.

[Collan]

Collan slowed his breathing and began to focus. Calm. Peace. The Force and the balance. He sought harmony in himself and in the universe around him. Though also prepared himself for the death and destruction he might feel as well. He focused his mind on the Force and himself. Let the pain flow through him and around him. It was nothing against the Force.

[ip to 3 cps to activate Control Pain]

[GM Craig]

The Force fills Collan with soothing cool, and the fires of his pain fade. He also gains full use of his still numb arm. [OOC: No CP required.]

Getting up and looking around, it is a little gloomy, but light spills in from outside. You appear to still be in the forward part of the shuttle. Beside you, there are bloody remains, mostly obscured by a container that broke loose. On your other side is the body of a medic. A quick check reveals she is breathing, but unconscious. With no obvious life-threatening injuries, you move to the door to the cockpit. The door has been badly damaged, and when you force it open a crack, only twisted metal is visible. It seems at some point the cockpit was crushed against the rest of the hull. You can only hope the flight crew ejected before that happened.

Moving aft, you find Niil. His seat had broken loose and he was thrown from the harness. He on his stomach, pinned against the bulkhead, his lower torso and legs under a pile of containers. Beside him, partially shielded by his arm, lies a moaning medic. The medic is semi-conscious, and does not seem aware of you. Niil's vitals and strong, but he has a head wound so a possible concussion.

Moving farther back, you find three more bodies - the lieutenant, and two more medics. They are beyond saving. But you do find a female medic, awake and alert. However, her left lef is missing from just above the knee. She is very pale, and is likely in shock. Blood pools on the deck around her. She smiles weakly. You glance down, and she has made a crude tourniquet out of her seat harness. "Could... could you find a medkit maybe? The smaller crates all held medkits, hopefully some of them survived."

You note she also has a piece of metal protruding from her left side, though you cannot tell if it is from shrapnel or a puncture from the rear. It does not look to be bleeding too badly.

A quick glance reveals no other survivors. It looks like you, three medics, and Niil are the only ones still breathing.

[Collan]

Collan said, "Hang on then," and went to look for medpacs. She was clearly the worst of the lot. He made a mental note to see if the lieutenant has any briefing materials or comcodes or callsigns. One of them (probably one of the medics) was now the commander for this team. He and Niil were recruits so they weren't briefed; moreover, they'd received the mushroom treatment and been given little time to assemble anyways.

No...focus. Don't ruminate; concentrate on the task at hand. Collan looked for medpacs as quickly as possible. He would need to get Niil and the other two medics treatment soon to get them moving. And where was his go-bag?

[Find at least one medpac to use on the wounded medic; treat her; up to 3 CPs if needed to get her stabilized]

[GM Craig]

You track down a not-too-damaged case of medkits, and break one open. The medkit diagnostic scanner confirms the metal is protruding from rear entry (it looks like the frame of the chair she is in), and has caused internal injuries to her liver, kidney and lung, but that can wait. You seal the wound on her amputated leg, and give her some blood replacements from the medkit to stabilize her, and analgesics for the pain. Getting her off the chair is going to be tricky, but she seems stable for now.

[Collan]

"Your stable for now," Collan informed her, "But we're going to need to get that metal out of you soon. I've given you something for the pain in the meantime. I'm Collan by the way. You are?"

Once introductions are made, Collan let her know, "Hate to hit you with a lot of info and questions but we have little time. Here's the sitrep: The LT is dead. The other recruit, my friend Niil, and two other medics are unconscious but appear to have no injuries. Who has chain of command? We're going to have to move soon with as many supplies as possible. And we'll need the callsigns and rendevous points. I wasn't briefed on any of that."

[GM Craig]

[OOC: Her name is Trina.]

"The assault boys had all that. The LT and the Sergeant has a briefing, but the LT is gone, and the sergeant was in the aft section of the shuttle. The LT should have a datapad on him. We should be able to get details form that, if it survived."

Trina catches Collan's eye. "How bad am I, really? I don't... I don't feel good."

[About this time, Niil Spaar starts to come to. He can't feel his legs, and has a splitting headache. Some large crate is on top of him.]

[Collan]

“Not good Trina. Internal damage to liver, a kidney, and a lung. Not to mention too much durasteel in your blood stream,” he hoped a little humor would lighten her mood and let her know it was nothing to worry about yet.

“You’re stable now and that’s what matters. Moving you is going to be a problem in a bit but that’s later not now. We’ve got enough for a makeshift stretcher. How’s your pain? I want to manage that first and then get Niil and the others up and moving. I’m going to want another medic or two on this when we get that metal out of you.”

[GM Craig]

"I'm fine. Can't feel much actually. Just cold and thirsty." She looks pretty pale, despite the blood replacements.

"Go see to the others."

You manage to get the crate off Niil. Other than a mild concussion and various contusions and abrasions, Niil seems to be in fair health. You get the other two medics up as well. As you are putting a bandage on the forearm of the last one, you all hear a deep thud, like something striking the earth. It is distant, and felt more than heard. Then, you feel another one, closer. And a third.

[Actions?]

[Collan]

“Oh frak,” Collan muttered, “That’s gotta be walkers. Everyone move! Grab what supplies you can!”

He pointed to one medic, “ Search the LT for a datapad. We have to grab it. It’s got intel on it.”

He ran to Trina, “Alright Trina. I don’t time to gentle. I’m going to cut the bar and we’re going to take you with us with it in you. It will hurt like hell.”

[ooc: direct niil and a medic to grab medstuff, another to sesrch the LT, grab the datapad and whatever else she can. Free Trina. Stretcher if we can make it.]

[Collan]

Collan added, “Three thuds probably means we’re encircled. Possible troop deployment as well.”

[Niil Spaar]

Niil nodded, and promptly threw up from the vertigo that danced a jig inside his head.  Spitting in disgust, he slung his blaster rifle over his shoulder and started collecting as many medical supplies as he could carry.  "Yeah, walkers, but they're probably still out of range, otherwise they'd blast the shuttle.  Collan, tell me what we need to treat Trina, and I'll keep an eye out for it."  He snagged a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and said, "Here, Collan!"  He lobbed it at his friend.  "Dump it over the bar and the wound first."


OOC:  Collecting as much medical gear as I can, including stuff that could help with Trina's particular injury.  Also looking for a stretcher.

[GM Craig]

You guys grab as much as you can carry, which is not much. There's nothing immediately workable as a stretcher, but you can rig a tarp like a hammock between you and carry her that way.

The thuds get louder, and you can start to hear the whine of the motivators. If it is walkers, it's a small one, and the cadence suggests only one.

Collan uses the snips. Leaning Trina carefully forward, he tries to cut the seat frame. It takes a couple of tries, with her sobbing from the pain as she is jostled by the attempts, but after a few moments she is free, with a two-inch it of metal protruding from her back. You get her onto the tarp, and brace her as well as you can, and head for the opening in the hull. As you make your way, the thumping stops. an amplified voice calls out, "We know you are in there. Step out with your hands up."

[Actions?]

You guys have your jump bags and whatever weapons you brought with you. The medics are unarmed, but the LT had a pistol.

[Collan]

[ooc: is there anywhere we can see out without them seeing us easily?]

[GM Craig]

There are viewports. At least 2 of them have light coming in.