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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:18 pm
Sonja watches Gin's actions. "You know, you should really get some rest," she tells the Cathan medic, "Those things won't do you much good if you're having that much trouble focusing right now..."
Mio feels rather superfluous here and moves out by Aurora, getting his first look at the hanger deck that wasn't from the bridge of the Walkurst. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, clearly nervous.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:23 pm
Gin paused, and then she sighed and put the cap back on nodding. She knew, she was nearly becoming depenedent or addictive to them right now. She needed to break the habbit
"Since he's not yelling for medics anymore.. Mabye she's got it undercontroll " she said. She yawned a bit. God she was tired. She sighed more as she leaned more on the bed her eyes slowly closing.
"I don't wanna leave you alone though " she said to her as she leaned a bit more aginst the bed. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and sighed soflty as she realized she was definaly ready to drift back off. She shook he rhead slightly
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:26 pm
"If I need anything, I'll wake you, okay?" she says, shifting on the bed gingerly. She closes her eyes as well; niether of them had an easy last few weeks. True, Sonja hadn't had the stress of watching for the things while trying to survive, but the cold dark solitude of the shuttle remains had been maddening...
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:31 pm
Gin paused.. and then she reached out and tenativly took her hand.
"If you don't mind?" she asked her soflty. It would make her feel better, and she'd have to do less to get Gin's attention. ONce she got the permisssiong. She'd get comfie and then pass right back out sleeping deeply and comfortably
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:35 pm
Sonja nods, "That's fine..." She draws comfort from the contact as well. When this was over, both were likely going to need psych counseling for sure...
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:36 pm
Aurora places a reassuring hand on Mio's shoulder while she keeps watch. "Once they get Mace taken care of and back inside, I'll see about getting you where you need to go, alright?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:58 pm
Mio nods a little and replies, "...Right." Aurora would feel the slight shaking he was doing. Hull breaches and loss of atmo he could handle, but this...this was different. He was trying to find his center to calm down, but his rather vivid imagination kept bringing up lurid mental images.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 12:19 am
Misha's teeth gritted slightly as she slammed ehr fist into the side of the ship's hull leaving a small dent but even that would be impressive and partially scarey considering the hull's strength. She looked voer her shoulder slightly, "Where the hell did these things come from? Some demented nightmare?" She was obviously pissed off her gaze turned to the Captain, "Thanks for the save... Permission to blow this f**king station to hell when we leave?" She was serious, dead serious she wanted these things wipe out. She looked at the flame thrower then thought a moment about the proper means of wiping a deck clean without destroying it. "Naptha Sterils..." her voice was low and she moved toward the airlock, "Mio any clue on if we have any mining Naptha Sterils on board?" A single Naptha steril filled a 50 meter radius or the equvialant there of with nothing but bone charing flames for 30 seconds if they had a couple she could rig up a few nice traps around to help take mass groups out...
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 11:03 am
"we'll see, Clastov..." Aurora obviously thought that it would not be an appropriate action, but she also obviously liked the idea just as much as the mercenary.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 2:57 pm
Well, occupying his mind on a possible defense was one way to help keep his mind from inventing imaginary horrific scenarios. "Um...not on the Walkurst, no. Where's that store-room you found the rivet gun in though? Might be something in there..." However, he does turn a very jaundiced look at the den the Lycan had put into the Walkurst's hull and adds in a very disapproving tone, "And try not to add any more damage to the Walkurst than is already there, please..."
((You can be certain anything that could fill a 50m radius area with flame for 30 seconds would be kept under tight lock and key. That's a friggin' football field, and then some, in diameter. In an enclosed area, the fire would be everywhere. All in all, probably not a good idea on the station with an incendiary that size.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 3:40 pm
Aleron very very gently laid Mace before Miya, stroking her fur and ears. "It's ok girl...you did good....you'll be ok...Miya can help you, I promise. Miya will save you..." he said gently to her, who actually seemed to nod before looking to Miya and letting out a whine. Aleron could have very well just thrown Miya under the bus. He had no idea if Mace could be saved, would be infected, or anything. He just refused to mentally accept the possibility of losing Macie.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:35 pm
Miya gently stroked Mace's fur a few times, hoping to calm the dog a bit. The first thing she did, still stroking Mace's fur, was grab her disinfectant light and sterilize the wounds, along with all her equipment. Next she grabbed a gauze pad and the bottle of local anesthetic, wet the pad, and gently rubbed it on the wounds and the surrounding flesh. "This anesthetic is very strong. It might sting a bit at first from the fact I have to touch the wounds, but after a few seconds she won't be able to feel a thing where I applied it," she spoke quietly as she finished and set the anesthetic pad aside, intending her words for Aleron. She was going to narrate and explain what she was doing so that he would know what was going on.
Then she got another gauze pad and moistened it with liquid disinfectant, cleaning the least severe of the lacerations. "These won't take much more than a band-aid," she said as she prepared some gauze-and-medical-tape band-aids to put on the cuts.
The few lacerations that were much deeper, longer, and more serious got the same disinfection, but then she reached for her curved needle and thread. "I'm going to have to stitch these up. Don't worry, though; thanks to the anesthetic, the worst she'll feel might be a slight tug," she said without looking up while threading the needle. Then she got to work sowing the wound up, cutting the thread and tying it off, applying a damp-with-disinfectant 'band-aid' over the wound. The process was repeated quickly and efficiently until the lacerations were taken care of.
"Now just the impalements..." she narrated, more to herself than Aleron this time. Those would leave deep yet narrow wounds that couldn't be stitched or simply band-aid-ed. "This part might tingle a little, especially the second part, since the anesthetic's been on for a while, but it should still be strong enough that it won't be more than a mild irritation...no worse than a stubbed toe or briefly touching something hot." Reaching for her forceps, she would gently yet firmly grab the first barb and carefully pull it out. Next would come a disinfecting gauze pad to clean and sanitize the wound. Last would come a quick burst from her cauterizing laser to stop the bleeding (which might make Mace twitch a bit), then a band-aid to cover the wound. The process was then repeated for the rest of the injuries.
"There, that should do it," she said, relief in her voice, as she looked to Aleron once it was all done. "I'll likely need to get an IV on her, and perhaps a blood transfusion, but she should be fine," the medic stated, sterilizing and packing up her supplies.
If anyone had been paying attention to her during the operation, they might have noticed the muscles around her eyes twitch every time she finished a stitch or pulled out a barb or cauterized the barb-wounds. They might also have noticed the half-elf's complexion pale slightly throughout the course of her work. Even though Macie couldn't feel the pain caused by the procedure, Miya did...and she was thankful that she was the only one to feel it.
(( holy crap, that was a long post... sweatdrop oops. ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:43 pm
Mace got up once she finished, having hardly even moved. She was a very good dog. She shook her fur out, a s if she felt wet, and sniffed at the med-work. She snuffed at Aleron, as if to ask him why he couldn't do it so nicely. Aleron rubbed his head, chuckling. "I'm not a medic or a vet, little darling..." he said quietly with a bit of a smile. Mace then turned to the still crouched Miya and barked, licking her cheek a bit. Not a big lick like most, but what actually seemed quite a lot like a kiss on the cheek. She barked again.
Aleron smiled a bit more. "She says thank you, and that you did better then I do." he 'translated'.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 5:05 pm
"You're welcome, Macie," the medic softly murmured, smiling, then gently scratched behind the pooch's ears. "I know that the treatment probably could have been done better but I only have supplies for humans and humanoids, not animals..." She stood, putting her Med-kit on her back, and started to make her way back to the sickbay. "Aleron, Macie, follow me, please; we need to get that IV set up. And, Aleron, keep an eye on her...that anesthetic's strong enough to be used for amputations, so she's probably still really numb where I applied it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 5:08 pm
Aleron nodded and stood, Mace watching them. "Alright, Captain, we're clear and heading to sick-bay. Misha, area clear and you're to return to the ship and do as you please, unless the captain has further orders. And, Mio? Thanks for coming too." he said to them all before following Miya through the air-lock and such, Macie seeming to have no trouble.
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