Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Fresh Out

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Holodeck 2 – Deck 2, USS Artemis-A ))

MacKenzie: This is Meranuge IV. Their planet has just suffered a catastrophic impact by a meteor, resulting in the death and displacement of tens of thousands of people. The crew of the Artemis had been sent here on our first mission together to render aid and help these people with humanitarian assistance. This program, however, occurs in the immediate aftermath of the impact before the Artemis arrived. There will be mass chaos. Those who survived had injuries ranging from bumps and scrapes to the loss of entire limbs, massive internal injuries, and cerebral trauma. Your job is to save as many of them as you can. ::smiling:: And I will be your assistant.

Syrex: my- my assistant?

MacKenzie: Yes – assistant! Computer, begin program.

And then, the screaming started.

It was deafening, further exacerbated by the explosions in the distance, no doubt caused by further debris, or energy explosions. Despite knowing what was happening, this scenario had a new variable: Syrex. Before she knew it, the young doctor grabbed MacKenzie’s arm and bolted toward the triage area.

Entering the makeshift medical tent, there wasn’t a doctor or nurse in sight. That was by design – it was part of the scenario for the doctor in this position to have to figure things out for themselves, and the algorithm was programmed to continually change the variables so the scenario was never the same twice in a row. In front of them now, were civilians with mediocre experience at best, trying to pull it together and offer whatever medical aid their limited knowledge could provide.

Civilian: ::Raspy:: Doctor?

Syrex: ::Quickly:: Yes, we’re both doctors, I’m Doctor Syrex, this is my assistant Doctor MacKenzie. This is a triage centre, yes?

Civilian: Yes, most of us are volunteers. Not much training between us. But we have hands. We have many hands.

Syrex: Excellent, that’s what we need. Ok, ::Shouts:: People! I need you to gather around, quickly!

Addison followed the instruction and helped gather the attention of those currently providing aid and arranged them in a semi-circle, much to the disagreement of their patients and their loved ones.

MacKenzie: You’ve got who you’re going to get, Doctor.

Syrex: Alright, you, you, you, you and you! You’re my recon team. I need you to go out there and make sure people know we’re here. Your own injuries are fairly acute. You’ll make it. There are cracks in the ground as I’m sure you’ve noticed, you need to check them all, make sure NOBODY is stuck in there! Particularly children!

Several Civilians nodded heading out into the ash-covered world.

Syrex: The rest of you! You’re our in-house triage team, scrapes and bruises are secondary to major injuries, EXCEPT for head injuries. They always need to be checked by one of us! Understood?

A murmur spread through the remainder of the crowd.

Syrex: UNDERSTOOD? Lives are at stake here people. Your friends, your family. They are counting on us, all of us.

Civilians: Understood, doctors.

MacKenzie: Right. Let’s go then.

The civilians went one way, and Syrex went another, no doubt to try and quick ascertain what supplies, if any, were at their disposal. She didn’t get very far before a man with a young, near lifeless girl in his arms, darted in front of her. 

Man: Help! Please! My daughter! Out there! They said-

Syrex: We’re here to help! Bring her here now!

Addison helped the man get his little girl onto one of the rickety cots. The girl, who couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old, didn’t appear to have any visible signs of trauma or exterior injuries, which meant they were going to have to do some investigative work to get to the bottom of her condition. When the girl appeared to be settled, MacKenzie passed Syrex a tricorder.

MacKenzie: What’ve we got?

Syrex: Response

MacKenzie listened to Syrex read off the tricorder’s report and offer her findings on what the tool provided. She found herself nodding along with the assessment – so far so good.

MacKenzie: How do we proceed, Doctor?

Syrex: Response

MacKenzie nodded slowly. Perhaps not the choice she would have made, but her objective was to assist. Looking around, Addison couldn’t find any tool that might accomplish the task.

MacKenzie: We don’t have any, Doctor. Now what?

Syrex: Response

Man: Please! You have to save my daughter!!

 

 

Tag, and TBC!

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Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A

Captains Council Member at Large

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