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Post by Mierin on Aug 28, 2011 22:48:52 GMT -5
Jessica simply nods and replies to McKenna in the same flat tone of voice. "Sure. Just let me know when and I'll be there to chaperone." Jessica then helps McKenna take the injured party to medical, following her instructions as they go.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Aug 29, 2011 20:27:58 GMT -5
Back on the Galaxy, in the medical bay
McKenna and Jessica got the second person into the medical bay easily enough. Oddly, Franklin was alread working, getting oxygen, a drip and a thermal blanked ready. The scanner was next to the main bed.
"He took a hit to the head when the ship decompressed." Franklin explained. "Wedged in until I could pull him out and shut the hatch. You have your work cut out for you, ship's medical officer. Where's your neckbrace?" His tone was entirely professional.
Medical rolls!
Jessica can do perception, or something equally useful.
On the bridge
Foreman could see they were aboard.
"Well?" Tawfeek said. "What are you waiting for? Move it!"
Piloting rolls!
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Post by dakota on Aug 30, 2011 20:23:26 GMT -5
Med Doctor rolls [dice=100]/92 [dice=100]/ 82
" Second cabinet, third shelf on the right." McKenna answered, ignoring the snide remark. " Jess, I need you to inform the bridge that we've got a possible spinal injury and to keep the crazy maneuvers to a mimimum until he's stabilized. Perferably a straight line if we can."
"Come on Frankie, make yourself useful and get that collar over here." She snapped as she began examining the man's injuries and attempting to treat them appropriately. "Then you can tell us what the heck you're doing this far from Freedom Station."[rand=71879846536007830635731440057219178454879298391778168676067473894]
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Post by Mierin on Aug 31, 2011 0:20:01 GMT -5
Jessica nods at McKenna and goes onto the comms and passes the message onto Tawfeek and Foreman. After she is done that, jessica stays out of the way and watches the proceedings, ready to help if necessary. (perception [dice=20])[rand=67191378851471072664298584492641594889354465440069048711007631186]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Aug 31, 2011 8:11:42 GMT -5
In the Galaxy Medical Bay
Franklin immediately moved to the cupboard, retrieved the brace and was attaching it. "Physical checks showed no broken bones, but a lot of bruising. I don't know anything deeper than that. Hopefully it's nothing serious." He said.
Jessica noticed that Franklin was under severe amounts of stress. Whenever he stopped moving, his hands would shake until he found a new task - he was doing his job to keep himself from freaking out.
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Post by dakota on Sept 1, 2011 3:52:16 GMT -5
McKenna heard Franklin, but continued making her own assessments, including an oxygen mask. Making sure it was seated properly on the man's face, McKenna glanced at Franklin," You should probably lie down with one of these too."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Sept 5, 2011 19:16:17 GMT -5
In the medical bay
McKenna found a number of signs of fracture on the inside side of the neck, above the shoulders. Possibly no spinal damage, but serious ouchies, none the less.
"Do you have something to kill motor functions?" Franklin asked, clearly not sitting and taking oxygen. "You have your cupboards all turned around." He had been going cupboard to cupboard, looking. Not making a mess, but looking. He was mostly focusing on the sedatives area, before moving on to others.
On the bridge
Time's running out! Is that a cannon training itself on the ship?
Foreman's dashboard lit up as the other airlock opened. "Alright, I'm in. No more excuses." Tawfeek said, over the comms.
foreman?
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Post by dakota on Sept 6, 2011 3:59:10 GMT -5
" I have things so I can find them." McKenna snapped. " Now shut up and get on that other bunk." She ordered with a stern look, which faded as she turned to Jessica while sliding her hands to support the survivor's neck, " Jess, you know where the collars are, right? can you bring me one . I'm pretty sure this guy has something broken. Once it's on, we need to get to a medical facility pronto. Frankie, lay the hell down or I'll get Jess to shoot you. I'm good at treat gunshot victims, remember?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Sept 6, 2011 7:53:01 GMT -5
(OOC: Franklin already put the brace on.)
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Post by Dome on Sept 6, 2011 18:55:41 GMT -5
Seeing the airlock clothes Foreman grits his teeth and tightens his grip on the controls. Toggling Comms he says to all "All right everyone hold on tight. Mensk give me everything she's got,"
Toggling them off, he mutters under his breath, "I think I preferred the bread," as he begins pushing the ship in a sharp turn away from the approaching "not a comet" with guns coming at them
[dice=100](25)Sensory Equipment (45%
[dice=100](43)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy (60%[rand=24220047472044826719283983577042878484452958218750010042998474091291]
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Sept 6, 2011 20:47:17 GMT -5
On the Gakaxy
Just as a warning shot fired across the bow, Foreman managed a navigational feat of avoiding it across a 3-dimensional plane, getting them moving again safely. Well safer than the trio of bodies he just flew by...
The Pooh Jihad didn't immediately lose interest in the Galaxy, and was veering course to pursue.
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Post by dakota on Sept 7, 2011 17:16:36 GMT -5
McKenna quickly reinforced the support to the patient's head. " Nevermind Jess. whatever Flip and the Captain are doing up there, we must have trouble. Captain probably needs you on the bridge more than I do down here, especially if whatever that other ship is happens to be the one that hit our friends here. Franklin," she bellowed," SIT DOWN!"
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Post by Mierin on Sept 7, 2011 20:51:11 GMT -5
Jessica nods at McKenna and says, "Very well, Doctor." Jessica then calls up to the bridge and asks, "Captain, am I needed on the bridge?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Sept 8, 2011 9:44:46 GMT -5
On the Bridge
As Foreman was giving the Pooh Jihad something to think about, Tawfeek entered, still in his suit. He was watching the navigation. “Come about. Full 180. Full Speed” He said, grinning.
Hitting the radio, he said, “Pooh Jihad, this is Arar Tawfeek of the Galaxy. Tell your captain I send him hugs and kisses.”
About a second after Tawfeek closed, a shot fired over the top of the ship, narrowly missing. “He does remember me.” Tawfeek said, grinning. “OK, Foreman, hop to it.”
“Stephens.” Tawfeek said back to her message, “I’m hoping no-one has a spinal injury, because we’ll need to do serious evasive action.”
In the Medical Bay
Franklin was finally sitting, sulking at being made a bystander, and taking oxygen. He could not, however, hide the astonished, fearful look at Tawfeek’s message. “He’s not serious, is he?” He asked.
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Post by Dome on Sept 8, 2011 18:01:04 GMT -5
Foreman's face splits into a huge grin, "sounds like a plan Cap. Might want to check and make sure the inertial stabilizers and gravity generators are working ok, we are about to need them."
Taking a second to crack his neck from side to side he then begins to push the big ship into a tight turn. Throwing the thrusters on one side of the ship in reverse as he gives full ahead power to the other side.
Once the turn is executed. He slams both engines to max throttle and also begins to move the tug into a barrel roll to avoid oncoming fire as The Galaxy bears down on the Pooh Jihad.
[dice=100](46)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60% (Power Turn)
[dice=100](54)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60% (Barrel Roll)
[dice=100](35)Pilot: Spacecraft: Heavy 60% (Dodge. Was gonna do a 20, but figured piloting, so piloting roll)[rand=453428915003314644545316649600863090513868490234029412736122030765]
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