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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:43 pm
As the spar was being pulled out, Miya kept reapplying disinfectant to both the wound and the spar...especially the spar. It wasn't that it was getting re-covered in pathogens, just that it could disinfect the internal injuries if it was soaked in enough disinfectant. Once the tip was almost impossible to see from her side, Miya prepared a gauze pad with lots of disinfectant and pressed it against the hole with one hand while preparing another pad for Misha with her free hand. She would motion for the spar to continue to be pulled out until she judged there was just a little left in, then held her free hand up for Misha to stop, putting a little more disinfectant on the clean gauze. "Okay, you can set the light down and pick up the gauze now. Keep pulling slowly, but put the gauze on as soon as you can see the tip of the spar. Once you do that, I'll need you to also keep pressure on my gauze pad so I can bandage this to keep the pads in place."
As dire as the situation was, the medic was just glad that it didn't seem like any organs had been punctured. That would require major surgery...this just required quite a bit of luck and hope that the internal bleeding would clot enough to keep the patient from dying of blood loss. And, in that matter, it was actually a good thing the patient was dehydrated; it meant the blood was a bit thicker and would clot faster.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:46 pm
((*pokes thread* Better not be glitching on me after this...))
Even unconscious, Sonja would groan slightly from the spar being removed. Small mercy indeed for her to not be awake for the operation...
Mio would have replied to Aleron's message with a succinct, "Roger that, we'll probably need them." His yelled-out explosion at the junk he was finding within the Walkurst's circuitry would be replaced by his continuing diatribe at cheap-a** repair jobs, providing a backdrop to the otherwise still and silent quality of the hanger deck.
Aleron would be approaching one of those stains by a group of bullet holes, only now that he was closer, he would see it wasn't a stain at all, but patches of an organic something that seemed be be growing on the deck. Even as he watches, he'd see a slight pulsation of the fleshy brown-pink masses.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:49 pm
Misha would nod putting the light down, "Roger that Doc." She would continue with the spar slowing down jsut a little more and once she removed it fully she would press the pad to the wound and place her hand over the Doc's for a moment, "Gohead and do what you need to Doc, I've got it." She would then turn her attention back to Aleron, "At the moment 'Sir' I think it would be wise to stick together but if you wish to split up be careful..." Her voice was acidic and very sarcastic she was just trying to save him some grief from the Captain but if he wanted to pull rank she would play along but she would be an utter nasty **** about it...
(( no i won't give hints to that word just replace it with what you want. -hates that word but it fits atm- ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:52 pm
((Just a heads-up, Ixor's gonna try and keep up while she's on her way home from work, but she'll be slower posting from her phone))
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:03 pm
Miya nodded as the Lycan held both pieces of gauze, letting up on her side and unrolling a length of bandage. Slipping the loose end under Misha's hand, she wrapped the bandage around the patient's body twice, sliding the bandage under her 'assistant's hands when need be, finally cutting it off when she was done and tucking the new loose end into the previously wrapped parts. "There. Mission accomplished. She should stay upright for now; just until her bleeding stops, at least." Looking around quickly, the medic found a stiff yet soft body support pillow and set it behind the patient, propping her up. "Thank you for your help. You can go and do whatever you need to now," she told the other woman as she put her supplies back in her bag.
After that, she'd proceed to look around for an IV to get some fluids into Sonja. "If anyone needs medical attention, come to the sickbay and I'll patch you up," she said to everyone, having heard that the comm link was open for anyone and everyone to hear.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:07 pm
"Yes, you have the rank for a reason 2nd Lieutenant," Aurora answers to Alerons pull of rank. She went to the head for 5 minutes and suddenly he wants to take over? She had to keep her eye on this one. "Anyway, I'm coming to joins you," she trlls him. Again, she wouldn't leave her people without back-up, capable though they may be. "Mio? How pressing are those repairs? And how badly injusred are you? " she asks the pilot, hearing something about blood getting in his left eye. Never mind. Misha just one-upped her. "How's that survivor?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:08 pm
Aleron let out a short sigh. "Look Officer, just relax. Focus on that patient, would.....you..." he started, but trailed off. "What the hell?" he said, to himself. He could worry about people's opinion later. He found moving s**t. "Uh...Mio? You got any data on ....'pinkish-brown, pulsing'....substance? Not sure what to call it..." he reported, shining his light on it. He wasn't keen to going closer to stange things unless it was some sort of organic and/or plant-like substance.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:11 pm
Misha nodded, "Doc. do you know how to use a gun?" Misha asked setting a pistol on the table out of reach of Sonja but well within Miya's reach, "just in case...." Misha turn and looked at Mace, "Dun need to tell you to watch her do i?" Misha smiled slightly looking into Mace's eyes knowing the god was very intelligent and well trained. She would slip on her helmet again and disappear into the hallway, "Misha Clastov heading out to the left gonna see if I can't find an armory near here...Ah welcome back Captain and the survivor is doing ok from what I saw. All patched up and resting with the Doc and the 2nd's companion in sickbay. I'm sticking close to the ship jsut in case what I think might be an armory is about 30 meters away..." Misha would begin running and leap from the ship her long legs giving her good distance. she would hurry and try to get back to the ship quickly she avoided what looked to be blood at a distance to her but her radar picked it up as a life form, this confused her and she made note to check and rebalance her sensors when she got back. "Pulsing?" She commented to herself hearing Aleron but her mind was on other matters she was wondering if that was those "life forms" she was passing by. For now she was heading toward what looked like a heavy lock door that usually signifiees an armory or blast door...
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:20 pm
Aleron sighed, clenching his teeth. "Oh get off..." he whispered, but it wouldn't be able to be understood other then incoherent whispering.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:20 pm
"Point, aim, shoot, right?" she responded to Misha, meaning it more as a confirmation than a question. Though, her tone sounded just a little hesitant; she was good with a bow, but had never fired a gun. Still...she wasn't going to argue with the extra protection.
Getting back to the work at hand, Miya concentrated on Sonja's life force to see where any other injuries were. There wasn't much she could do about bruises, but any cuts or gashes would be cleaned and bandaged; maybe even stitched if it was bad enough. Now we just wait and see how long it'll take her to recover.
The medic sat down in a chair a little distance away, keeping her eyes on the patient. Her eyes drifted to Mace and she smiled a bit. "You aren't hurt, are you?" she asked kindly, almost as though expecting an answer or sign of some sort, reaching her hand down as an invitation for the dog to investigate her if it wanted to.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:31 pm
Mace barked a little, seeming to say she was ok. Pawing up at her visor, she got it off and then removed the gauntlets, seeming almost human. She knew just how to get her gear off an on. Aleron likely didn't have to help her. She then went up to Miya and licked her hand once before nuzzling under her hand to be pet, her tail wagging.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:32 pm
Mio grunts as he tears out a section of wiring that needed total replacing before replying, "Kinda pressing, Cap'n, if we want to be able to send a message back to the G.R.S. I've only got superficial cuts, nothin' to worry about, you know how much head wounds can bleed."
Aleron's query about the pulsing stuff just gets a derisive sniff, "Got nothing on that, 2nd Lieutenant, but the ship's scanners are kinda banjaxed right now from the crash. Sounds almost like that slime mold they found on that moon in the Ajervon system though."
The readings of the fleshy pulsating stuff were odd, to say the least. It was definitely an organic bioform, but...well, their suit sensors couldn't classify it.
The door Misha was heading to was labeled, "Mining Storage."
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:37 pm
"I don't need you making a mistake because you can't see. If it's not important to out life support systems, go get yourself patched up," she responds to Mio. She was on her way to join the Aleron and provide back-up.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 4:42 pm
Miya smiled, watching Mace take off her gear. "You're a smart little pup, aren'tcha?" She gently ran her hand along the dog's head, scratching behind the canine's ears a bit. "Seems Aleron's trained you quite well."
Miya heard the conversation between Mio and the Captain and looked over at her Med-kit, knowing she was probably about to receive another patient.
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