Search and Rescue (Part 3 of 4)

Posted on 20 Jun 2016 @ 1:03am by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday & Commander Andreus Kohl & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Commander Luke Wyatt & Lieutenant Tuula Voutilainen M.D. & Lieutenant Benice Gyce Ph.D. & Lieutenant JG Randolf Eklund & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Greg Mitchell & Chief Warrant Officer 2 Anthony Duval & Chief Petty Officer Torgeir Naes & Petty Officer 3rd Class Veri RN & Trisant Myrddin & Crewman Draia Thero
Edited on on 20 Jun 2016 @ 2:19am

2,118 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Episode 11 - Divinum Mundi
Location: Celes III - Landing Site Alpha, Grid 10-298-001-20
Timeline: MD 13 - 0120 hours

Previously, on Search and Rescue (Part 2)...

Greg swept his rifle ahead of him, setting his HUD to different settings in a vain attempt to see through the storm. "I still don't have anything on my end. Will it register on thermal?"

"Negative." Came the dry response from Duval. "My thermal's clean.."
he paused as he added. "Watch your corners guys... Just because we don't like it here doesn't mean someone else... doesn't like it here.." he added, with something of a wry grin on his face.

A moment later as they moved forward. "Guys... the winds picking up." he sighed as he now had to start struggling to walk forward. "Crap.." he muttered under his breathe.

The humor was growing darker as the surroundings grew even less hospitable. Ducking his head against the increasing wind, Terje double-checked his line to ensure everything was good. It was, but he didn't regret the confirmation. He could just hear snatches of conversation, now and then picking up Snow's voice so at least he was faring well.

Luke could sense the teams anxiousness and it didn't stop there he to was on edge and his gut instinct was screaming "It's a Trap!" Just like a quote in a film he had once watched.

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

Ever so slowly, the first damaged colony module came into view. And then the second, which was nearby. At first it was just a piece of reflective, broken-off duranium hull debris which gave away the position, but then as the away team stepped closer, the massive structures of two 100 meter-long modules could be seen through the storm. Their polished, silver hulls reflected what little sunlight was visible, and the large registrations along the side of their hulls read United Federation of Planets - USS Semmes.

The first module appeared to be in great shape at first glance. Its landing struts were deployed and the large ship seemed to be positioned perfectly on the surface of the planet. On the far side of the hull, however, a large gaping hole had been torn through the vessel's superstructure by what appeared to be a large piece of metallic debris from the other colony module. Severed electrical components, bulkheads, and pieces of crew members were dispersed over a 50-cubic meter area. Several colonists -- those in one piece -- lay motionless and unprotected as the storm's gusts flapped their tattered clothing and limp limbs at its leisure.

Faint cries for help from inside the module could barely be registered despite the survivors' best attempt. The familiar figure of an EVA suit could be seen in the distance as it briefly checked each ejected colonist for life signs before giving up hope and moving on to the next one. The scene, as horrid as it was, could have been much worse...and when the second colony module which was hidden behind the first one came into view, it suddenly became so.

Semmes-Three had not landed properly. Though her landing struts had deployed, it appeared the vessel's angle-of-attack had been too severe. One corner of the ship was lodged firmly into the earth and was severely crumpled; a sign that it had landed in an undesirable trajectory. Behind the corner where the impact had occurred, the entire forward bulkhead of the module had compressed and had barely avoided collapsing. The crumpled external hull showed sparks from exposed EPS conduits which had been ruptured and were still trying to feed their energy to some unknown source. More bodies were strewn across the landscape in the nearby vicinity, but many were moving -- albeit in writing agony and protective postures to shield themselves from the elements.

Duval smiled as he turned to Kohl. "Skipper... eyes on." he said simply via the com system. "We're here... permission to unteather and proceed with the mission?" as he took a quick glance at the situation before kneeling down in the snow. "Oh I see my father before me... I see my brothers before me.... for I am Viking... and today is good enough to die!"

Duval rose to his feet. "What.... Warriors battle prayer."

Kohl shook his head at Duval just once. "I didn't say anything. I would never question your faith," Kohl said, and then he nodded. "Go ahead."

Terje smiled somewhat grimly as he nodded to the darker man. "Odin eier dere alle!" He offered. "Let's see how many still live while we can still help them."

Duval nodded as he added "For våre brødre !" before he went to work.

Greg took a step forward to the wounded and stopped himself, remembering he was still tethered to Tuula. "Shit...." he said to himself. "Damn it, someone get over there and help them." He yelled. For once, he didn't care he was talking to command officers around him, his life saving instincts had kicked in. He turned to Gyce, "Ma'am. I'm requesting permission to decouple my line."

"Granted," Gyce nodded to Greg.

"There's probably nothing we can do for the ones over there," replied Tuula, unhooking Greg's line from her chair and nodding towards a few motionless bodies. With her other hand, she pressed a few buttons on the tricorder which she had clipped to the armrest of her chair. "Detecting lifesigns at ten o'clock, come, help me triage them."

Duval had already slipped his line, not asking for permission as his old instincts, honed over months of nonstop combat during the Dominion War and many firefights since then as he moved across the ground and he went towards Semnes One.

It was not a pretty sight as group got around to the other side of the module. It did not take much to see that several potential colonists had not survived. It was time to get to work and start what they could. Allyndra directed Veri to start assessments on one side while she started on another with Tuula coming by with her chair and more supplies to do initial stabilization.

"He's not breathing!" shrieked one of those colonists --Draia Thero-- from where she was kneeling over the twisted body of Trisant Myrddin. The two colonists hadn't been hurled from the colony module, but their compartment had been torn open by the crash, exposing them all to the elements. "You have to help me-- help him!" Draia called out to the medics. She spoke through the thick splatter of blood that had rained down one side of her grey face and cranial ridges. Whose blood it was wasn't entirely clear.

The shriek alerted the security officer in him. Randy turned, pulling out his weapon, and assessed the threat. It was no immediate threat to the team, though. He had experience with the cold and the way it could effect a body. He made his way over to the fallen colonist. He was sprawled awkwardly, but he didn't seem to have any traumatic injury. Randy stripped off his glove to check for a pulse. It was there, but extremely slow. He figured the cold was lowering the man's bodily functions.

Randy caught the woman's eyes with his own and spoke calmly and clearly. "He needs medical treatment, and he needs to get out of this cold." He handed her the thermal blanket from his pack. "Wrap yourself up in this with him to share heat while I see what I can do."

Sputtering incredulously, Draia asked, "Is this-- how is a blanket supposed to help him?" For all her bluster, she dutifully took the thermal blanket and draped it between Trisant and herself.

On the open channel Randy broadcast, "This is Eklund. I have a colonist with extreme exposure injuries and hypothermia. He needs medical assistance ASAP. And is there an engineer who can check out the structural integrity of the colony module? We need somewhere to take these people to get them warm."

"On it," Veri spoke hurriedly as she pulled out her kit. She only had room to carry one blanket, given the team's pack mule had most of the other blankets. "We need to get his extremities covered."

Veri began to rip parts of the blanket in order to make mittens for the man's hands. After that, she took her own glove off and closed her eyes. Her paling hand touched the man's leg while she sent a systematic numbing pulse into his body.

Randy began collecting large-ish rocks from around the crash site. He used his phaser to heat them before slipping them under the thermal blanket with the wounded colonist. "That ought to help bring his temperature back up, but we're going to need shelter. Soon." He remembered many a cold night growing up thankful for a few heated stones in bed warmer to help fight the chill. He hadn't thought that experience would come in handy someplace like this, but it did.

While he did that, Randy opened the Security channel. "Mitchell, Naes. We need to set some kind of perimeter. as soon as the immediate injuries are stabilized, let's do a quick sweep, then set a watch while the ones in the red uniforms figure out what they want us to do from here."

Greg, who had been assisting Tuula with the injuries, looked up from one of the injured whom he had been stabilizing a fairly big wound. While not a doctor, Greg had a certified EMT training that he received when he became a police officer. As such, he was doing his best to assist with what he could. He looked down at the person, "Sir, hang in there. Your gonna be alright." He looked to Tuula. "Ma'am. I need you on this gentleman. I have to secure the area."

With one glance down at his sucking wound, Tuula knew that this guy was going to be a priority. With quick action, she could save him. Without it, he would certainly be a goner. Quickly, she uncoupled the folding biobed from her chair. With a press of a button, the large box unfolded into a simple bed, and used its self-levelling legs to create an adequate surface for Tuula to work on.

"Get him up on here," replied Tuula as she reached for a vascular regenerator and some other tools, placing what she would need on the tray attached to the bed. "Come on, don't die on me..."

Greg moved the wounded person to where Tuula ordered, then stood up and turned around. He brought his rifle around to check. He made his way parallel with the others to make a perimeter. "Sir, I'm up. I've got nothing on my scopes." The wind had picked up immensely, so he had to kneel down on one knee while he swept his rifle around.

Putting his size to good use, Terje helped with cutting and lifting away obscuring pieces of debris. Ideally he would have been keeping an eye out for threats, but between the work and the weather, his attention was tethered to the task at hand. Hearing a groan near his feet, he peered down. "I have an injured here." As carefully as possible, he set his present load to the side and knelt down to assess the situation. The man - he assumed it was a man - had been caught across his thigh, just above the knee. Though he couldn't say for sure, at first glance Terje feared he would likely lose the leg. He knelt down, murmuring what comfort he could while setting about applying a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

"Tie a cord on the artery above the bleed," Veri shouted as she nearly crawled to the scene, given it was easier to see the ground than far ahead. "If we can't get a shuttle in here, we may need to let the outside elements do the cauterizing for us - at least until we get back to the ship."

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

--

RADM Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

Unnamed
Casualty
[NPC Qureshi]

WO2 Anthony Duval
Engineer
USS Galileo

PO2 Crispin Snow
Operations officer
USS Galileo
[NPC Derani]

LCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Commander Andreus Kohl
Second Officer
USS Galileo

CWO2 Greg Mitchell
Security Officer
USS Galileo

Dr. Josephine Lemieux
Colony Nanotechnologist
USS Semmes
[ PNPC - Mott ]

CPO Torgier Naess
Security Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Benice Gyce
Chief of Security
USS Galileo

PO3 Veri
Surgical Nurse
USS Galileo
[PNPC Gyce]

Lieutenant Luke Wyatt
Chief Strategic Operations Office
USS Galileo

and other Galileans...

RSS Feed