[h1][center]Kai’mos Varthus[/center][/h1][hr][hr]
Smoke from the smoldering circuitry was filling the expanse of the bridge rather quickly, outpacing the failing ventilation system which would normally push the toxic fumes through turbines and out into space. There was little time to think. The Ithlo’s quick assessment of Kevej’s condition made it clear that the First Mate needed to be triaged, as stopping massive blood loss from the fractured arm and torn flesh was priority. 

“We need to get off the bridge.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

Without hesitation, a clear mind, and steady hand, Kai’mos pulled the hypo-syringe from his bag, lifted it to the other’s arm, and injected a good dose of what would be considered antibiotics and painkillers. Time was of the essence, and there was no way he could move the patient without first stabilizing the broken arm. Another injection, this time using solution that would slow down the flow of blood to the affected area, would prevent further blood loss as he went to work wrapping Kavej’s right forearm in a temporary splint. The smoke filling up the bridge was making it tougher to breath, and as another explosion rocked the ship -almost knocking both crew members over- the Ithlo knew it was time to get the hell out of there. 

“Alright Mister Vin'Akali, I am going to slowly hoist you to your feet, placing your other arm around my neck for support.” The Ithlo said to the other, slinging his medical bag across his chest and doing his best to lift the First Mate from the other side. “Stay with me though, my friend. You have a concussion that will need to be mended. But not here.”

Kai’mos stood up straight, with his new patient’s half-limp body hanging on one side as they started towards the bridge exit, taking care to keep them both steady as another explosion caused the ship to shake uncontrollably. It had been a long while since the Ithlo was in a ship-to-ship battle situation, which was just another reason why he preferred to keep both feet firmly planted on solid ground. 

Moments later found them outside the bridge entry and in the main corridor, with the door mostly closed behind them to keep any remaining smoke trapped on the other side. Staring down the corridor, it’s security lighting strobing from the ship-wise malfunctions, he needed to make it to MedBay, where Kevej could be secured on a surgical table, and the doors locked down. However, the facility itself was located mid ship, and their pace would be slower than a normal.

Either case, this was the way, and he would succeed, or die in the attempt.