LtCol Wes Greaves - Combatant Care

[Jacob Rittenhouse]

LtCol Wes Greaves - Combatant Care

 

((Under the Shield – Dig Site Three - Marohu III))

The group just pivoted from attempting to secure the large cavernous compartment to interrogating a pair of suspicious “archeologists” they’d found hiding inside a tent. Between the pair there was a glowing green object, an artefact from the dig site, which they’d been fighting over. Sam had done a hasty pat-down and Wes had turned toward questioning.

 

Tekmeth: We’re just trying to secure the artifact!

 

The words that came from the man were staccato, as if he struggled to move his mouth in a  way they could easily be fashioned.  Semidion glanced over at him, his hard shelled face did not convey emotions like those with softer tissue upon theirs.  Still, his body hunched over and leaned a little toward the other, as if in concern.   

 

Woolheater: ::adjusted his stance, watching the two men sweat:: Easiest way to get this rifle lowered is to start telling the truth.

 

Tekmeth: We are!

 

His voice sounded unexpectedly ragged, although Jania wasn’t deeply familiar with the species, the expression in his eyes seemed suddenly more panicked than it had before.   

 

Tekmeth: I need my…

 

He trailed off, the words catching in his throat, but his eyes darted to the crate that Woolheater had used a moment before.

 

Nis: What is it? 

 

Sitting on the crate next to Sam was a small metal cylndar which had been confiscated in the intial patdown.

 

Greaves: This? (Gesturing toward the device)

 

Woolheater: Response

 

Semidon: It’s his sereth-vahn.  

 

Wes had no idea what that meant, but despite the small size of the thing, he was suspicious. Not quite as on edge as when they’d first found the pair, but still suspicious. The fact that Thasho recognized them helped ease his concerns more.

 

Thasho: Oh, yeah, it was in the report that he needs that stuff. 

 

Woolheater: Response

 

Greaves: I’ve seen explosives that sized before, but something tells me he’s not about to blow us all up, himself included.

 

It was true, Wes had in fact seen small hand held explosive devices that looked eerily similar to what the alien was asking for. More commonly he’d seen such things in fact be medicine though. It looked like it could be a hypospray cartridge.

 

Nis: This sereth-vahn does what, exactly? 

 

Semidon: It’s a medicine.  He needs it from time to time.  He’s going to have to inject himself.  

 

Wes immediately snapped his head toward Jainia, trying to read the woman’s expression. She was the medical expert here afterall. The look of annoyance and confusion wasn’t reassuring. Wes turned his attention back on the pair as soon as he saw the doctor start scanning with the tricorder, leaving the medical investigation in her capable hands.

 

The alien supposedly in need of medicine did appear to be choking or something. Whatever it was, it looked like he was getting worse. The Paradan tilted his head to one side, then the other, then glanced at Tekmeth.  The man stopped speaking, his throat heaved in, then out, the tendons of his neck thrusting out with every inhalation, and his eyes bugging more and more wildly with every breath, and his body began to tremble. 

 

Jania moved toward the crate until one of the diggers stopped her. 

 

Semidon: From what I understand, the cylinder is tied to his biometrics.  He’s the only one who can open it. 

 

That set Wes back on edge, and he could see in Woolheater’s stance that it didn’t do anything to put the other Marine at ease.

 

Woolheater: Response

 

Wes turned back toward the youngest person present, and the self-reported leader of the group.

 

Greaves: Thasho, you trust these two?

 

Thasho: I don’t know! I don’t feel like I know these guys all that well. We picked up a bunch of diggers just a few days before we left. 

 

Nis: If you sincerely believe he’s a threat, the marines can restrain him enough to allow him to open the container, and we can do the injection ourselves. 

 

Suddenly Thasho seemed unsure, biting her tongue. Her eyes darted from Jania to Tekmeth.

 

The senior Marine turned his eyes once again back to the suffering alien and eyed him up and down. Wes had used ruses just like this before to try and get out of a tough spot. Most of the time it didn’t work, but he also couldn’t ever remember seeing such good acting. Looking back to the group, he could see eyes flickering between the situation in the tent, and him.

 

Greaves: Give him the medicine. Woolheater, keep your rifle on him in case he gets froggy or it turns out to be a weapon.

 

And with the orders given, the group leapt into action.

 

Woolheater/Semidon/Tekmeth: Response

 

As they prepared, Jania took Tekmeth’s vital signs and shined her light in his eyes. A negative sounding chirp on the doctor’s tricorder sounded once, then twice. Wes didn’t know what it meant, but assumed it wasn’t good.

 

Nis: How frequent are attacks of this sort?

 

Semidon/Tekmeth: Response

 

Woolheater: Response

 

Greaves: I concur.

 

Woolheater/Semidon/Tekmeth/Nis: Response

 

Greaves: I’m not sur-

 

From across the chamber there was the sound of clanging as something heavy and metal fell, clattering across the gound. With a snap, Wes turned to see a man, humanoid collapse into a pile of crates: the source of the clanging. He was clearly wounded, and despite now being sprawled on the ground, he clutched his ribs where a brownish-orange liquid seeped out. A trail of the same color liquid from a nearby tent indicated where he’d been previously, out of sight.

 

Wes would have called out to one of the doctor’s triaging patients on the otherside of the chamber, if not for one problem. The man’s face was painted all in white and red stripes. Some kind of warpaint. And his wound was clearly a phaser wound.

 

Woolheater/Semidon/Tekmeth/Nis: Response

 

 

Tags/TBC

 

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Lieutenant Colonel Wes Greaves
Marine Detachment Commander
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850
E239702WG0
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