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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Oct 22, 2010 9:53:19 GMT -5
Somewhere, it was morning, the sun was rising, birds were tweeting, and a flautist (a person playing the flute) was practicing that quintessential morning tune on the balcony of her Italian villa apartment, overlooking the Mediterranean. The smell of a bakery’s fresh bread was wafting up the street, mixing with the fresh sea air.
Somewhere else. Not here…
On the Bridge
Foreman’s got a million frozen terrorist baguettes to avoid, lest the ship become holier than the bartender near the end of Dogma.
In the Medical Bay
The system is fine (short of a few having problems with the hard reboot they just went though) and not specifically malfunctioning.
Mr. Johnson, however, has become unstable. The gravity fluctuating the way it did must have done something to upset the coma – like the light floating and the sudden landing. His pulse was becoming thinner and erratic, and his brain scans were not too promising. Also, his breathing wasn’t so good.
In Engineering
There was little excitement, except Tawfeek going over the diagnostic plan with Mensk.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Oct 25, 2010 11:54:20 GMT -5
Oh right... none of us are doctors...
Mr. Johnson is showing signs of internal bleeding, though McKenna will have to look for where it is.
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Post by kurff on Oct 25, 2010 14:48:25 GMT -5
Engineering:
"See these coils we replace them with the Titanium based coils they should last longer, and give a better power transfer rate. As to the idea of a central area for engineering we can add a small repair bay to operate both engines from." Mengsk stated calling up a chart showing the wear in neat and precise graph on another monitor he called up a schematic of a small section of the cargo bay.
"Might even be able to squeeze in some sort of small craft for ground use...I'll look at the feasibility of that and get you a cost on it." he added showing a rough plan for a garage like pod with a small 5 man speeder.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Oct 25, 2010 15:11:35 GMT -5
Engineering
Listening to Mensk, Tawfeek raised an eyebrow. "And how will any of this get the diagnostics done?" He asked. "I don't need upgrades. I need a piece of paper I can wave in front of police and lawyers that say I am not criminally responsible for Johnson's injuries. Or, at the very least, if responsible, did everything in my power to improve it. To do that, I need you to make sure we won't have this -" [he waves the burnt-out drive for effect] " - happening on my ship. So every system needs to be hand checked, better than an inspector, if at all possible. Understand?"
Pausing, he looks Mensk dead in the eye to see if he's got the engineer's attention. "Right now, I don't need a new engine booth with the system already fixed onto the bridge. And I don't need a car, since cargo space is already at a premium. I just need to make sure we aren't going to die because of someone else's carelessness."
Leaving the singed drive on the top of the counsel, he turns to head out. "Daydream when you're off shift. When you're working, you work for me, not yourself. This is a business and will only succeed if you do your job first and your plans second. If wyou have a problem with that, feel free to tell me, and we will resolve it." By the tone of the last, resolution most likely meant Mensk might need another job.
OOC: Titanium coils? How will titanium coils on a hard drive prevent mega-volt electrical arcs from the power lines into the computer?
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Post by dakota on Oct 25, 2010 18:22:55 GMT -5
"Dammit" McKenna swore as she stepped in closer, studying the readouts closer [dice=100]/57. " All that slopping around must have broke something open. Jess, I'm going to need some help here, but first I need you to call Flip and tell him to keep us on as steady a course as possible." Her casual tone gone, replaced with something more clinical, almost sounding military as she spoke.
"Mrs. Johnson, I need you to move back. Preferably over by my desk." She said, as she slipped on a pair of gloves, " Screw it, no time, Jess there's gowns in the second cabinet if you don't want to get anything on you." She began pressing on more common places, knowing that even in a light coma, Mr. Johnson would react to pain if she applied pressure to the right place [dice=100]/ 87 diagnose.
"And if you have chance Jess, " She added without looking up, " check that damned monitor for dark patches, the blood will pool and look like a shadow if it gets picked up, and watch for any new bruising too."[rand=924380959960210936314426057954907572278618903518428688115259131197]
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Post by Mierin on Oct 25, 2010 19:25:09 GMT -5
Jessica smiles at Mrs Johnson and gently, but firmly leads her away from the table that Mr. Johnson is on and tells her in a reassuring tone of voice, "Dr. Hatfield will do everything she can to help your husband."
Jessica then slips on a gown and a pair of gloves as she moves back over to where McKenna is examining Mr. Johnson and watches the monitor for any signs of the dark patches McKenna had mentioned and says quietly, "Just let me know if there's anything else I need to do."
Perception: [dice=20]
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Post by Dome on Oct 25, 2010 20:05:46 GMT -5
Flip swears under his breath as he sees the debris field. He quickly pulls up the sensor data for the debris field and plots a course through. He toggles ship wide comms and says, "attention, this is your pilot speaking. We are entering a debris field. I'm going to do my best to navigate through, but I suggest that if you don't need to be on your feet, you find a seat, preferably one with a seat belt." He then takes the controls and tries to match the course he set. Gritting his teeth he moves the big ship through the field as best as he can.
[Dice=100](11)Sensory Equipment 45%
[dice=100](3)Navigation: Space 45%
[dice=100](23)Radio: Basic 70%
[dice=100](19)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60%[rand=1021798707548359228370411520670646197543644268288962599999920835854]
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Post by Mierin on Oct 25, 2010 20:10:16 GMT -5
Hearing Foreman's voice on the intercom reminds Jessica that she forgot to call him and ask him to please fly carefully. She then runs to the radio and contacts Foreman "Please do the best you can to keep a steady course, as we have an emergency down here in the med bay." Once she has received acknowledgement of this, Jessica quickly moves back over to the patient and resumes watching for the dark pools McKenna had indicated.
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Post by Dome on Oct 25, 2010 20:19:37 GMT -5
Flip heres the comms and says, "SHIT," to the empty cockpit as he moves the ship slowly around a cluster of sandwiches loaves that seem to have fused together. He toggles comms and says to Jessica, "I'll do my best, but theres thousands of pieces out there. No pressure, but she needs to get him stable fast. No telling what will happen if we hit one of these loaves." Flip ends the transmission and focuses back on his flying. The situation even more difficult now that he has to keep the ship moving steady and still avoid the debris.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Oct 25, 2010 21:16:51 GMT -5
On the BridgeIt should be noted that the loaves have not fused together, but are sitting like a million bready landmines, waiting to inflict crusty damage at anything that approaches them at a few thousand KMPH. Tawfeek came running in not long after the announcement, working the data on the nav table. "Did you say debris field, there's not suppose to be a..." He paused, clearly reading. "The Subway what? Alright. What do you need?" Incidentally, whatever Foreman has planned (which won't be too choppy), it should get them through the field... Though, for fun, let's have a couple extra piloting rolls, just in case.  In the medical bayMrs. Johnson dutifully stayed out their way. After only a few seconds, McKenna found a rib that had just ruptured, with blood moving into the chest cavity. Mr. Johnson's l;ungs and heart weren't threatened, but if the chest filled up, he would effectively suffocate and his heart wouldn't have room to move.
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Post by dakota on Oct 27, 2010 4:29:01 GMT -5
"I'm going to have to open him up." McKenna said with a scowl as she discovered the problem. " I need to put a drain in. In that cabinet over the sink there should be a drain kit. It'll look like a clear hockey puck with a long hose attached," she told Jess," Can you grab it while I make the insicion?"
She picked a scalpel from the tray and carefully began to make a small cut between the patient's ribs on his side away from the broken one. [dice=100]/77[rand=2514143793082287436884568954149646859417032911946144133317734514]
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Post by Mierin on Oct 28, 2010 0:03:30 GMT -5
Jessica nods at McKenna and says "Got it." She then quickly heads over to where the sink is and looks in the cabinet for the instrument that the doctor had described. She grabs it and quickly heads back and waits until McKenna indicates that she is ready to take it, ready to help out if necessary.
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Post by dakota on Oct 28, 2010 4:23:51 GMT -5
With the incision made, McKenna looked at Jess, " Okay unravel the hose and just set the collection end on the tray for now. Once you have that, take the end in your fingers.. You're going to slide it in gently once I have the hole spread, just push it in gently. If you feel any resistance to the tip at all, stop and pull it back slightly. You'll know as soon as you hit the cavity because the pressure inside his body will start pushing the blood out the hose. You have to do it because I have to watch for any reactions. Ready?"
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Post by Dome on Oct 28, 2010 8:02:33 GMT -5
Flip tries to keep the ship moving steady without sudden jerks or jinks while still trying to avoid the space debris. The chunk he thought was a cluster passes close enough to see it was not one piece of debris but instead individual what looked like loaves of bread that were close together. He hopes he can avoid everything and keep the ship from getting damaged while still keeping things steady.
"Please do the best you can to keep a steady course," he says to the empty cockpit in a mocking voice. "I tell em I have to dodge crap in space and they tell me to keep it steady, what a joke."
When the captain speaks to him Flip has no idea how long he was there but right now rank isn't on his mind, "find a seat and strap in," Flip says a little more authority in his voice than usual, "use the sensors, see if any debris is moving our way. I'll try to keep us in one piece. There ain't no way I can dodge them all. Get Mensk ready, we're going to need some emergency repairs."
Flip now goes silent and tries to get them through without losing any major portions of the ship. Even as they move past much of the debris, everyone on board can feel the ship shifting to pass or move out of the way of debris out side. Overall the ship seems to be doing well and staying steady. After passing one piece Flip realizes he should have tried moving the ship up instead of to the right as he feels the ship shudder with an impact from another loaf jerking it back left.
"SHIT!"
[dice=100](43)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60% pass
[dice=100](25)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60% pass
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Oct 28, 2010 12:27:25 GMT -5
(OOC: Dome, roll a dodge roll for the failed piloting skill (movement on instinct when the planned action failed)... Then I can decide if the ship hits something or not... It should be mentioned that, based on where the bread sticks, Foreman might not have the air to curse his ill fortune, so lets hope he dodges well.)
In the Medical Bay
Foreman was trying, since he had yet (barring the last roll), to move the ship in a way that the internal gravity could not compensate.
Mrs. Johnson was in the corner, weeping, watching her husband be opened up so he could bleed out.
McKenna's work, though, seems to be doign well enough, and it'll be up to Jessica to pass her First Aid roll (roll twice, for a couple of tries), to insert the pump into Mr. Johnson's chest cavity.
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