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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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 Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:15 pm
*Naturally not having heard one single word of what Morgan was saying, the Captain ran past the good doctor in hopes that he would continue the dutys that were assigned to him. He was a good man, but sometimes seemed to wander off his duties by means of trying to do good for others. Feeling sorry for having pushed him to the ground, he continued on his way. Exiting the Alley-way, he stopped and looked about. To his right at the end of the road, were the docks. Hopefully he would find a waiting longboat on the beach. Running to the waterfront, he came to the shore and quickly placed Miss Ares in the lifeboat.* Don't you be worryin' about your Squadron. They'll be fine. *Pushing the longboat out into the shallows, he jumped aboard, grabbed the oars and began to row furiously for the ship. He only hoped that Ares wouldn't completely bleed-out before they arrived at Doctor Baxter's Hospice.* Hold on, Ares. Stay with me... Stay the Course.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 3:38 pm
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As Dr. Baxter emerged once more from below, he observed that most all of the preparations had been made. He once again looked toward the city and saw a skiff inbound. The glare of the sun prohibited him from seeing who was in the boat, but he knew what it meant. He turned around and gave a shout.
"Look lively lads, we've got wounded inbound. I want two men ready for litter duty. The wounded are going to have be brought onboard as quickly as possible. I want you all to move in an organized but quick fashion. Keep your wits about you."
In all the activity, he still had not changed into a fresh shirt. What a fright this will give the wounded getting ready to fall uner his knife. He looked more like a butcher than a surgeon.
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 4:00 pm
[[Continued from Medical Deck]]
*She soon came up from below deck soon after the Doctor, her crewman escort just following behind her. She stands on the deck for a moment and puts down the pail and rag as she also leans the broom against a barrel on deck. She scratches nervously at her wrists beneath the shackles as she stands there awaiting her orders from the Doctor.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 4:22 pm
Seeing the woman emerge from below, he pointed to her.
"Quickly, get the quarterdeck as clean as possible, we have wounded inbound. If you don't know, the quarterdeck is that elevated portion where you are standing"
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 5:15 pm
*She nods and grabs the pail and rag and without a word, begins to clean the quarterdeck. She scrubs to prepare for the wounded that will soon be arriving aboard the ship*
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 5:59 pm
Standing and brushing himself off, Dr. Morgan glared as the captain hurried away. Assuming Kurisutofa wanted to handle this one himself, the doctor continued his way up the hill to the fort. Upon arrival, he quickly surveyed the situation and selected one of the lesser wounded to work under him.
"Ye, lad, go fin' me a car', an' bring it back 'ere tae carry folk daen tae th' wat'rfron'. Once ye bring 't back 'ere, I'll wan' ye tae star' carryin' any inj'red person o' our party an' place 'em in th' car'"
As the man went off, Dr. Morgan began to go around and gather the injured to one central location out of the range of the battle. When the newly appointed doctor's aide came back with a rickety haywagon pulled by two rather unhealthy looking oxen, Dr. Morgan avoided the question of where he had gotten such beasts, and instead set to loading the critically wounded into the cart.
Once the wagon was full with as many pirates as it could comfortably carry, Dr. Morgan sent the man down toward the docks, staying behind to begin working on those left at the fort.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 7:05 pm
*she shakes her head at the Captain*
No! Go back! I can still fight!
*noticing that he's not paying attention to anything she says, she looks at him strangely.*
Captain? Captain???? Captain?!?!?!?
*she notices that he can't hear her. By God, he's gone deaf!*
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 8:20 pm
*She'd been following him for a long while- he'd told her to, after all. She was 'serving under his command'. But since he'd been nearly hit with the cannonball, he'd been acting weirdly... not to mention his crewmate was shouting her head off at him and he didn't seem to notice a thing. Was he alright in the head?*
"Umm, sir?"
*and she poked him slightly in the small of the back*
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 12:22 pm
The battle now over, the fort and town taken, it was only now that Destiny allowed herself to calm down to the point of taking inventory of her wounds.
Hmm.. A bullet grazed from left cheek to temple, bleeding but not serious, stressed A hole in my right thigh, painful, but again, not lethal. All in all, pretty well done.. no lethal injuries, all parts attached and in working order.. she thought to herself.
Now that the fighting was done, she went in search of the good Doctor Morgan.
Finding him bending over some wounded in the fort coridors, she asked him Now that the bloodshed is over, my I be of some use to you? I know I'm a mess, but the 2 wounds look worse than they are. May I be of some assistance?
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 12:46 pm
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:58 pm
((( Destiny was stabbed with a small dagger... it hit the bone, but not a major artery, and not shot))))
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 3:51 pm
ijoans ((( Destiny was stabbed with a small dagger... it hit the bone, but not a major artery, and not shot))))
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 5:08 pm
As he stood up, Dr. Morgan sized up the woman who had just offered her aid to him. It took him a moment, but soon he recognised her. He smiled and stuck out his hand.
"Miss Destiny! Been a while since ye been seen roun' Provoka, but I knows ye all th' same. Any'ow, I coul' use ye runnin' th' wound'd back 'n forth, seein' as I'm bett'r pu' tae use daen a' th' wat'rfron'. Tha' lad... er... dinnae knae 'is name act'ly, bu' 'e'll be 'elpin'' ye."
He produced a mostly clean damp cloth and offered it to her.
"Fer yer face, lass. It dinnae look serious, bu' 'r charges will lik'ly prefer it cleaned. As fer yer leg, ye need tae 'ave tha' band'ged afore ye dae an'thin'. Ye'll c'lapse o' blood loss if'n it be nae patch'd up."
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:55 pm
Destiny submitted herself to the doctor's ministrations, and used the cloth he handed her to clean the now-dried blood from her face. Ah, Doctor, its good to see you again... I still work part time at the shipyard, when I"m not on the Lady. I'll grab one of my fighting squad to help hold the other end of the stretcher. Just show me where to begin hauling wounded sir! She grinned at the Doctor, a comradely grin of understanding.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:35 pm
((man in not as reliable as i was >< sry again for the disaperance, down in redmond for the weekend, and i just turned 18, w00tzors))
*Kubain is seen on his knees, his fists still clinched, and covered in a thick coat of red. His eyes are closed, not aware of the situation at hand. The area around him is covered in corpses, both friendly and non, and the amount of blood could be measured in gallons.
His entire team was dead, and he would be too if he stood out in the open like he was.*
This...freakin....sucks...
*he tilts to the left, his arm trying to stop the tilting, but fails because of the lack of strength, as he falls backwords, unconscious.*
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