Oh jeez. I just realized I haven't posed Moses. OOPS. I'll do that.
RhineQueen Member
Queen of the Rhine
STATUS: Things and stuff sure do keep happening too much. 11 yrs ago
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After having slung three broken limbs and sealing five lacerations, Layette jogged over to Arica and the injured man. She stared solemnly at the man for a brief moment, looking him up and down. His eyes and mot of his face was burned and lacerated, reparable, but only in the surgery bay. A large shard of console was jutting from his chest and bleeding profusely. Not in the right position to hit the heart, but might have punctured his lung. A quick inspection of the bloody spittle around his mouth confirmed this. She sighed softly and looked to Arica. Saying nothing, she shook her head before turning her attention back to the man, a young corporal.
"Relax, corporal." She said, calmly and firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his arm. "I am CMO Mackinyre. Please hold still. I am going to give you an injection."
She removed a needle gun from her medkit and placed it against the soft flesh of his forearm. There was a soft hiss of CO2 and as she removed the needle the corporal slumped in his seat, unconscious.
"I am afraid that is all I can do for him." She said to Arica.
After having slung three broken limbs and sealing five lacerations, Layette jogged over to Arica and the injured man. She stared solemnly at the man for a brief moment, looking him up and down. His eyes and mot of his face was burned and lacerated, reparable, but only in the surgery bay. A large shard of console was jutting from his chest and bleeding profusely. Not in the right position to hit the heart, but might have punctured his lung. A quick inspection of the bloody spittle around his mouth confirmed this. She sighed softly and looked to Arica. Saying nothing, she shook her head before turning her attention back to the man, a young corporal.
"Relax, corporal." She said, calmly and firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his arm. "I am CMO Mackinyre. Please hold still. I am going to give you an injection."
She removed a needle gun from her medkit and placed it against the soft flesh of his forearm. There was a soft hiss of CO2 and as she removed the needle the corporal slumped in his seat, unconscious.
"I am afraid that is all I can do for him." She said to Arica.
@6slyboy6
Hey dude, as much as we all write differently, the rules of grammar are there for a reason. Quotes for speech, start a new paragraph for a new speaker. Cause I am having a really hard time reading your posts.
Hey dude, as much as we all write differently, the rules of grammar are there for a reason. Quotes for speech, start a new paragraph for a new speaker. Cause I am having a really hard time reading your posts.
Sounds good to me. Doesn't have to be too long, just enough to set the scene.
The pounding in her head grew and ebbed with the creaks and groans of the ship's hull. A shower of sparks drew Layette into consciousness and she blinked several times, holding her head. She took her hand from her head and pushed her glasses back up her face, noting the smear of blood on her hand she checked her head once more. She felt a small gash where her forehad had hit the console moments earlier. It was shallow, not a terrible wound; the risk of a concussion would be more severe.
Gathering her thoughts, she pulled herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the console as she took in her surroundings. The bridge was mostly in ruins. Shattered terminal screens lined the walls and the bodies of the crew who had been on the bridge lay strewn haphazardly like macabre ragdolls. Some of them seemed to be moving slightly and across the room she could see the captain at his terminal calling for a medic.
"CMO Macintyre, sir! I'll attend to the wounded." She called to Yay. "What happened?"
She retrieved her standard issue medkit from her belt, it wasn't much, but if with some dumb luck there was nobody else more badly injured than she was it would suffice.
Gathering her thoughts, she pulled herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the console as she took in her surroundings. The bridge was mostly in ruins. Shattered terminal screens lined the walls and the bodies of the crew who had been on the bridge lay strewn haphazardly like macabre ragdolls. Some of them seemed to be moving slightly and across the room she could see the captain at his terminal calling for a medic.
"CMO Macintyre, sir! I'll attend to the wounded." She called to Yay. "What happened?"
She retrieved her standard issue medkit from her belt, it wasn't much, but if with some dumb luck there was nobody else more badly injured than she was it would suffice.
Yeah. If there were more peeps it'd be cool. Hopefully we can get some more interest.
I'm gonna say just there at our leisure. The fates have a way of pushing people together.
I like the idea of meeting in a bar in Kento. Might I recommend the bar of everyone's favorite flamboyant gay?
Whatever works, yeah. I'll probably do the same.
Yep. I'm not even gonna bother with a character sheet, just go ahead and post whatever information you think you need.
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