<USS Avalon> Re: Working through Chaos
- From: Eric Koenig <ericneilkoenig@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 01:50:54 -0700 (PDT)
A bit of an oopsiee down there -- should have been About the only absence
of chaos, thought Mahler ... regarding the six children. Also the "two younger
boys" were a boy and a young girl (hence the later reference to the eldest girl
being awake). Just to clarify and FYI.
A very tired
Dr. Mahler
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From: Eric Koenig <ericneilkoenig@xxxxxxxxx>
To: avalon@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent: Saturday, August 15, 2009 12:05:29 AM
Subject: <USS Avalon> Working through Chaos
"Working through Chaos"
USS Avalon
Medical Log
It was hardly an ordinary day on the ship -- but then that was an
understatement, as Dr. Isaac Mahler thought as he worked frantically on his
primary patient, Ensign Zachary Garrity, who was fighting shock and
hypothermia. Mahler shook his head as he continued work with his nurses,
Ensigns Aida t'Aral and Raina Marym, because technically this man was supposed
to be dead ... some training exercise that had gone horribly wrong four years
past had supposedly killed this same Garrity, according to official Starfleet
records. Some days nothing ever goes right, he thought.
"Nurse t'Aral, I need some readings from those other two patients," Mahler
said, nodding at a couple of biobeds nearby.
"Yes, Doctor," replied the half-human-half-Romulan Nurse (who'd somehow
gotten into Starfleet with some impressive arm-twisting from her human family
and that of Dr. Mahler). "Dr. Lincoln is in critical but stable condition. His
left arm has been reattached and ..."
"I know, I did the damn job. Engineer McEntire?"
"Also critical but stable. On ventilator. They're recovering but at slow
rates."
CRASH. The ship rocked from the ongoing Breen attack.
"They're getting awfully serious," muttered Nurse Marym.
Mahler looked up towards the door of Sickbay. This isn't going to get any
better soon, he told himself. "Switch on com to all medical personnel," he said.
"We don't have any com, Doctor," replied Nurse t'Aral. "Apparently the
Breen attack has rendered us without any communications."
Mahler stared at her in disbelief for a split second before the entire
Sickbay was rocked by another huge wave of Breen fire. Bending protectively
over Garrity, Mahler muttered, "Those masked devils can kish mir im touches if
they think they're going to get this ship down."
Chaos reigned. Wounded were literally pouring in -- Marines, personnel from
all over the Avalon. "You," he said to a Vulcan Ensign, "help coordinate the
inflow of wounded. Set up a triage team, stat!"
"Yes, Doctor," replied the Ensign, "but I am not a Doctor or a Nurse. How
does one do triage?"
"Simple," replied Mahler, firnly yet hastily.. "You separate the wounded.
There are those who need the most treatment; those who can wait; and those who
are beyond help. Go, get a team together, now!"
Without replying, the Ensign did as he was told and gathered some people
together to help him with this task. It was slow but effective.
That didn't stop the flow of wounded, though. Chaos still reigned.
Nurse Marym looked up from Garrity. "Heart displaying arrhythmia, Doctor."
"Hand me that hypospray," replied Mahler. He carefully adjusted the amounts
of adrenaline and nitroglycerine and injected it into Garrity's neck. "Now ...
watch those vitals."
CRASH! and another wave of Breen attack shook the Sickbay (not to mention
the whole Avalon).
About the only chaos, Mahler thought, in this whole area is where those
children are ... in the room just off Sickbay. There were six children in all:
the eldest, a boy, unconscious; another boy, next to him, asleep; two younger
boys were asleep; and only the second-eldest boy and the eldest girl were
awake, as though standing guard to that room, where there were a couple of
gestational units. What the devil it is that they won't let me lay any hands on
them I don't know, he thought. It was quite eerie how four of these children
could sleep through all this and how the other two could passively stand there
through the Breen attack.
And the attack was never-ending. Wave after wave after wave rocked the ship.
"Ensign, how's your team going?" Mahler called to the young Vulcan.
"We are making progress, Doctor," he replied.
"Good. Many thanks, Ensign ... ?"
"S'Van."
"Ensign S'Van. Welcome to Medical and I hope you will remain with us."
"Well, Doctor, actually I was assigned to Engineering ..."
"We need as many hands down here as possible. I'm deputizing you as a
Nurse."
CRASH!!
Mahler looked up as the wave passed. "How's he doing?"
"Stabilizing, Doctor," replied Marym.
"You think we're gonna make it through this, Raina?"
"Some way or another, I'm sure we will, Doctor," Marym said, handing Mahler
a medical tricorder.
"Make it through enough to our weekly game of 5-card stud poker?"
"Course. You, Ai, me ... we can invite S'Van as well."
CRASH!!
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm wondering if you'd care to lay odds
on our survival."
"Bite your tongue, Doctor."
( ... to be continued ... )
Lieutenant First Class Isaac Mahler, CMO
Ensign Aida t'Ral, Nurse
Ensign Raina Marym, Nurse
Ensign S'Van
(and a few NPC's borrowed with permission)
USS Avalon-C NCC-27926-C
Admiral Keith Ketchum, Commanding Officer
Celestial Prime Sim Group
Admiral Keith Ketchum, Commander-in-Chief
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