PNPC Crewman Jozial Renirs – He was like this when I came here
Jovenan
((Near Hazardous Materials Lab, Deck 11, USS Artemis))
First-aid for an injury in a limb is relatively easy. Limiting the blood flow with knees and tourniquets substantially improves the chances of the patient to survive until proper care can be provided. Most of the combat first-aid courses focus on those skills, because even the lowliest of crewmen can learn how to use them in matter of a few lectures.
Renirs: Oops, bad decision!
Massive bleeding in the torso is nothing like that.
Opening the jacket of the unknown victim on the ground had caused a gush of blood flow out of the hole in his upper body. The sickbay was just one deck below, but Jozial determined the man might die on the way if she didn’t minimize the blood outstream first. She just wasn’t sure how to do so. Turned out, a paramilitary research organization hadn’t prioritized training their ship technicians to perform combat nursing in case of injuries by centuries outdated projectile weapons.
J Kader: Response?
There had been a mention of what to do for a bleeding injury in the torso in the brief first-aid course she had been made to take, but they hadn’t actually practiced it and Jozial couldn’t remember exactly what they were told to do. Place a cloth over the wound and apply direct pressure? Or was that something they were told never to do? Whatever. You only had one life to live (joined Trills don’t count), and the person lying on the floor wouldn’t even live to see the end of it if she didn’t do anything.
She took off her jacket, the only available piece of cloth she could find at the moment she was willing to remove, folded it and placed it over the wound and pushed it. The blood, as it seemed, couldn’t flow through the jacket and didn’t seem to go around it either, so it made sense that it would remain inside the body. That was a good thing, that’s where the blood was supposed to be. She also removed her belt, dropping her weapons collection to the floor, and tied it around his body in preparation of moving him to the turbolift and to the sickbay.
The man just didn’t look like he would survive the trip. Jozial didn’t even know if he had survived the first-aid attempt. He looked pale and immobile right now, but that alone didn’t mean it was too late for him. Right?
Renirs: Hey, I didn’t give you permission to die! If you die on me, I’m gonna kill you.
J Kader: Response?
Sounds. Someone was approaching them. While trying to prevent the man from dying to his wounds, Jozial had momentarily dropped her guards, a grave mistake in the field of war. Her phaser rifle had been ready resting to her knee when she had started, but at some point, it had fallen to the blood puddle on the floor together with the altie pistol and the phaser she had taken from the dying man. She was still looking for it when a group of officers rounded the corner. She was disappointed. She could have shot the enemy incomers if it wasn’t for the idiot with a hole in his chest.
Dakora: Holy strokes Renirs, what’d you do to him?
Yup, that was definitely grandpa Dakora. There couldn’t possibly be a universe with a Dakora who could turn everything into her fault so effortlessly.
Should really have shot the incomers.
There were blood spills all around her face and clothes, her hands had been entirely colorized red, and her weapons were still lying in the pool of red fluid. It wasn’t entirely unreasonable to assume she had caused it, but she would have trusted someone like Dakora to know her better by now; if she had wanted to kill the man, he would have been dead already.
Renirs: I’ve kept this moron from dying, that’s what I’ve done to him! Come help me or I’ll have to do the same to you!
Kawarda: Your "help" may in fact be worsening his condition, crewman.
Jozial shot a murderous gaze at the unknown blueshirt, and she really wanted to shoot something more murderous in his direction as well. It seemed Dakora had dragged his geriatrician with him, and the doctor was even worse than the patient. What had she done to deserve these two people walking in here?
Dakora kneeled by her side, while the holier-than-thou doctor stood there just criticizing her, ignoring the holiest man on the floor. The makeshift bandage was still working in preventing blood gushing from the cavity in his torso.
Dakora: Is this our Kader or theirs?
Renirs: I didn’t even know we had a Kader! I never asked for a Kader!
Kawarda: There are some first aid supplies in the lab. I suggest we retrieve them and provide aid here rather than attempt moving him.
Really? Thank you for this insight. I hadn’t considered that.
J Kader: Response(If any)
Renirs: The supplies don’t help much here if they’re over there!
Dakora: Response
Kawarda: ::to one of the security guards:: Come with me. I will show you where the supplies are, and you can return while I secure this. ::lifting the case::
J Kader: Response?
Jozial stared baffled as the genius of a lifetime left her and Stuffy keep “Kader” alive. Her mouth was slightly open as she looked back and forth to the lab and back to Dakora.
Renirs: He went there. Dakora, there’s a dying man here and your doctor just walked in there!
Dakora: Response
J Kader: Response?
Scientist. The pretentious blueshirt was a scientist, not a doctor. Jozial hated it. If you had a stroke and asked for a blueshirt, you’d wished to get a doctor, not someone with a PhD.
Renirs: Then why the hell did he say I’m doing more damage than helping!? That brick-wall-face can’t do any better himself!
Dakora: Response
J Kader: Response?
She was getting too agitated to keep helping the man. Sure, Dakora had taken the primary role in the continued first-aid efforts since, apparently, intel officers needed to heal bullet wounds more often than technicians (how cool it would be to be a spy! Shooting bad guys, driving fast vehicles, getting all the ladies…), but she felt that the insult and injustice she had faced deserved the full attention of everyone present. Even the dying man. Resurrect him and make him listen, at once!
Renirs: He said it just to piss me off! He comes here begging for some green blood from his nose! Na-ah, I’m gonna throw him to the nacelle plasma stream by his…
Dakora: Response
J Kader: Response?
Jozial, reluctantly, refocused on the man again. The security officer had returned with the supplies the pointy-eared Besserwisser had promised them. While they now had the proper equipment and someone who knew how to use them, the crewmembers – not the Duke of Stuckuppingshire, obviously – would still need to deliver him to the sickbay.
Kawarda: =/\= Kawarda to Chief Science Officer Jovenan =/\=
And there was the devil himself. Renirs wanted to go and reshape his emotionless face, but she decided to be the better person and not do it while the sensitive Dakora wasn’t there to watch them. And why was he having his call here? Couldn’t he get somewhere else if the call was more important than Kader’s life, or get headphones. Nobody liked when people do that.
Jovenan: =/\= Jovenan here. Good to hear your voice! What is it? =/\=
Kawarda: =/\= We have secured the prismagons, and I believe I may have "stumbled upon" a way to implement them in returning our guests to their proper reality. =/\=
Jovenan: =/\= Really? Tell me more! =/\=
Oh god. That’s their Chief Science Officer? She sounded more like an over-eager student council president. Actually, that would make a lot of sense, a teacher pet with “leadership experience” turning to boss scientist. No wonder all scientists onboard Jozial had met were smug rule-worshippers in disarray.
Kawarda: =/\= Response =/\=
Jovenan: =/\= Thank you, Kawarda, uh, please wait a moment. =/\=
Kawarda: =/\= Response? =/\=
Dakora/J Kader/Kawarda: Response
The dying man was ready to be taken to the sickbay. Jozial looked at the Dakora and the security personnel they had with them. Each of them probably pretended to be strongmen who would prefer to carry him there personally, letting her get away with the menial tasks. As much as she wanted to proof that her ego alone could beat them all in weightlifting, she chose to take the option that would let her get away from them all. She collected all the weapons off the floor and turned to them one last time.
Renirs: Since I’m not needed ::look at Kawarda:: or wanted, I’m gonna go off. ::fake military voice:: Dismissed. Thank you, sir!
Dakora/J Kader/Kawarda: Response
She left walking down the corridor to the turbolifts, not the nearest ones so that Dakora and his minions could use that to move Kader to the sickbay, her clothes and face still smeared with blood and a set of guns dripping blood as she walked. On way, a person came across to her, a pretty blonde girl in short blue skant – not her type, too much a hall-monitor type to her liking. She quickly deduced this must be the Chief Science girl that had been called to the scene. As they were passing, Jozial quickly grasped the tiny girl’s thin arm with her blooded hand.
Renirs: Fire the pointy-ear or I will fire something at him.
Jovenan: Response
((OOC: Sorry for the length/number of tags again. I wanted to write Renirs from the scene so you can finish it as well.))
TAG/End scene for Renirs
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Crewman Third Class Jozial Renirs
Enlisted technician
USS Artemis-A
E239911J11