Lt JG Imril - Real Slick Maneuver, There
Chris Taylor
(( Fohledi Nature Reserve, Rylor ))
Imril: ::Quite concerned:: You sure you’re OK, Ollie?
The three fellows stepped closer to each other. Ollie taking off his off his helmet to answer. Roy taking measurements with his tricoder. Imril waving away the thick cloud of dust that was now flowing down the mountainside. A souvenir of the ride down.
Bancroft: ::calmly:: No contusions. No significant bleeding. No obvious fractures. No immediate indication that you’ve done anything medically interesting to yourself. ::snapping the tricorder shut:: Which, frankly, feels a little show-offy under the circumstances. ::mustache twitching:: There is, however, one injury I feel ethically obligated to report.
Bergmen: ::to Imril:: You hear the doctor, Dilê min, I’m all right… ::glance at Roy as he hears his addendum:: Eh… injury, Roy? I feel fine…
Bancroft: ::cracking a wide smile:: What appears to be a fairly aggressive sprain of your ego.
Imril chuckled.
Ollie gave the doctor a sarcastic glance.
Bergmen: Ha Ha, right. Point taken.
Imril: Just be glad you didn't take a header down that sinkhole.
Little bits of earth were still flaking away from the edge, bit things had mostly settled.
Bancroft: Well, if I’m apparently practicing medicine on my day off, it seems only fair that the two of you get dragged into it with me…
The doctor gestured toward Ollie's bike laying still at his feet in the dust, ensnared in the tangled foliage.
Bancroft: How’s the other patient doing?
Ollie knelt beside the machine and began stripping the excess bush before setting it back up and securing it in place. Once he cleared away the remaining branches from the frame, he carefully felt the engine thoroughly inside and out.
Bergmen: Some scratches, but mostly ok… ::shows other the points of his fingers in the glove, greasy from motor oil:: But this can be a little problem. Imril, wanna take a look?
Imril: A fall like that couldn’t have done too much damage. This line of bikes is pretty sturdy.
Gideon made a space for them and opened the compartment under the seat to rummage through what was available. If their stash was anything like Imril’s, there was a first-aid kit, some fuzes, and a little roll of duct tape. Plus two unmarked flasks which Imril had already identified. The empty spaces stuff with cleaning rags.
They’d already recorded a note into their communicator to advise the rental agency to label the items for future passengers.
Bergmen: So, how do you see our patient?
The thin trail of blue-black leading from the location of where the bike was to where Ollie had pulled it from offered an unhappy hint.
Imril: Looks like we’ve got a bleeder. A rock or two might have gotten inside and banged up an oil line. Frame’s in good shape, though.
Bancroft: Response
Ollie took one of the flasks, opened it, sniffed, and looked inside before closing it again and checking the second, and repeated the process.
His olfactory analysis matched Imril’s.
Bergmen: Brake fluid, almost full, and about two quarts of motor oil, which should be ok? But I guess this joke of the tape will not be enough, right? ::to Bancroft:: Have you any in your compartment?
Imril: Never joke about duct tape. It keeps grudges.
Unfortunately, duct tape wasn’t going to stick to anything slicked by engine lubricants. Imril unzipped their jacket and retrieved a small toolkit. And went about looking for a good place to unbolt a strategic piece of the bike’s exterior skin.
Bancroft: Response
Imril got the piece off in a hurry, exposing the relevant ‘organs’ and ‘vessels’ to the Doctor and everyone else.
Imril: ::Poking around for rocks or other debris:: We have two dings in the line. See them here? I think by way of emergency repair I could cut the bad end off and re-attach the new end to the reservoir joint. There’s enough slack to do it.
Bancroft/ Bergmen: Response
Imril: Option one, I break my promise and perform a little surgery. And you two get to be my nurses, and help wipe off aaaaallll of this leaked oil up as best we can, to prevent an overheat when the engine gets up to speed… Option two, we just call this bike in as totalled and Ollie can ride with me? Please say Option Two.
There were of course multiple benefits to Option Two. Less work and more fun being two of them. Closeness to Ollie being another.
Bancroft/ Bergmen: Response
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12