Ensign S'Rorr - Emergency Medicine

[S'Rorr]

(( State Room, Capitol City, Ah'rak IV ))

S'Rorr looked to Commander Sherlock as she approached. He stood a little closer to his best approximation of an At Attention posture. Sherlock looked like she meant business.

Sherlock: ::to S'Rorr:: Get Kim back here. We need to stick together, we're not leaving yet.

He nodded and tapped his commbadge which gave a chirp.

S'Rorr: =/\= S'Rorr to Lieutenant Stapledon. Let's gather back together in the State room. =/\=

Stapledon: =/\= Stapledon here, acknowledged. =/\=

As the commander's attention moved elsewhere S'Rorr moved his to Hana, moving in closer to check on her with a lowered voice.

S'Rorr: You holding up?

Wright: Response

S'Rorr: I'm worried about them, too. Leave it to Captain Serala, though, she'll get them out.

Wright: Response

Sherlock: Everything will work out. S'Rorr's right. The Captain will get it done.

((Short time skip))

S'Rorr saw Stapledon arrive through the door with High Chancellor Perastra in tow. They were all together, then. Kim, Hana, Aine, and S'Rorr stood together near the big table with High Chancellor Corin and General Madra, trying to get her out of the room.

S'Rorr opened his mouth to greet Kim as she returned but whatever it was he'd said, it was completely drowned out by the commander. She was yelling at him to take cover. Why? She sounded so panicked. S'Rorr let his mouth hang open in confusion as he looked around to try to identify what it was that had gotten everybody so riled up. Had there been a flash?

Then there was a roaring boom that shattered the windows and blew the curtains and tapestries off of the walls. He was blasted back by the force of the shockwave. If not for his Caitian righting-reflex, he'd have landed on his ass. His brain had to take a beat to catch up with the action around him. People were diving for cover. 

He raced for the table first then skidded to a stop on his heels and turned back to race towards Hana Wright instead. The counselor made sure his patient had gotten to her feet and could run with him. The heat of that blast was intense. It smelled like cooked air and fright.

Sherlock: Everyone alright!?

S'Rorr: What was that?!

Madra: Highness!

Wright: Response

Sherlock: Full scan, I want to know where that was from, how close it was.

Things were moving so quickly. S'Rorr's ears were still ringing with tinnitus. Kim and Hana were working with tricorders to scan the local area but S'Rorr's medical gear would need to be recalibrated to be as fully functional as theirs were and S'Rorr couldn't do those adjustments quickly. He hurried to the window, instead, and peeked out into the panicked crowds outside running for cover and away from the direction of the blast. He noted the direction of the damage and its distance, and he assessed the plaza's suitability for an impromptu field hospital.

Corbin/Wright/Madra:  Response

Sherlock: General, you may want to think about getting your people to a secure area.

Madra: It isn't safe! We're moving to the bunkers, NOW!

Corbin: Yes.. I agree.

Madra put her hands on Corbin and physically moved her. The General was no High Chancellor. She had never held authority over much in their fractured government but in circumstances like the one she found herself in, she ruled. Corbin didn't fight her any further and both moved quickly. Both of them left the room and disappeared as Madra shouted orders to her security teams.

Stapledon:  Commander?  I'm detecting a burst of gamma radiation.

Perastra:  What??

S'Rorr's mind raced over possibilism. None of them were good.

Sherlock: ::to S'Rorr:: If you've got hyronalin, start distributing it the Ah'Rakians.

S'Rorr: Yes sir!

He was on it. He had the equipment to produce it, but not a lot of it. The Chin'toka could synthesize enough for the entire city and beam it down given enough time to set up the industrial replicators, but the Chin'toka wasn't there right then. S'Rorr was. He set the medkit on the heavy table and got to work, trusting that the Chin'toka would also dematerialize him the moment its powerful scanners detected another explosion going off, before IT dematerialized him. 

oO Don't panic.. you're in less danger than you think you are. You have a job to do. Nobody else can synthesize this, you're the one that's here. Thhhsss, I wish Edrei were here. Or Shivara. Both. Oo

Perastra: What is that?

Sherlock: It's a radiation treatment. I'll get a message to our ship and we can start distributing it to the populace. It's one less thing you'll need to worry about.

S'Rorr made a mental note to praise Aine for her medical knowledge, she was quicker with that prescription than he had been. But it wasn't the time or place. It was nothing to synthesize the drug but he only had so many hypos. Nevertheless, he prepared every one that he had with as many doses as they would hold as quickly as he could.

The general had left a single squad of six security officers there with the group and S'Rorr beckoned them closer to him and began to give them a crash course in the use of hypospray injectors. He demonstrated by injecting the lead officer.

S'Rorr: ::To Madra's security team lead:: Here.. take this. They inject medicines. Yes, they can go right through light clothing but try to get skin if it's there. That injector has about.. ::mental math:: fifty doses. Use this setting here to reduce the size of the dose for a child. Got it? I've got three more of these, take one. You as well, take one. Get your people out there, let's get this done.

Leadership did not come naturally to S'Rorr but he was doing his best. There was a lot of adrenaline in his system and that always helped. He'd learned to command crewmen in the Academy but counselors were never assigned many crewmen on a starship. He'd only ever been in real command over one Crewman 3rd Class human, Williams, who helped clean the Counseling suites and now used the same hair care products that S'Rorr used on his recommendation.

S'Rorr: You ::to another of Madra's team:: , come with me. ::Walking and talking:: Let's get out there and square off a beam-in location for more supplies and a field hospital for the injured. We're going to need supplies, I'm going to need you to make that happen.

Perastra: Response

Wright/Stapledon: Response

Sherlock: It's just another way we can help.

Perastra: Response

S'Rorr moved quickly, walking with the team he'd commandeered out of the capitol building and out onto the plaza. There he was immediately hit with the dust clouds in the air and the smell of rubble, fire, fear and panic. His nerves were on edge. He pointed out a safe location behind a waist high wall protecting a field of bluish grass-like plant matter and set about his work designating zones and teaching what people he had how Triage was going to work.

S'Rorr looked out at the not-distant-enough site of broken buildings beyond the now windowless but intact transit station. He feared that that would not be the only explosive to wreck the capitol but couldn't afford to worry about it. Already, he could see helpers rushing towards the damage to help dig through rubble and rescue people. He pulled gloves and a mask out of his kit to put on, determined to work just as hard as the Ah'rakkians to rescue as many people as he possibly could.

S'Rorr: ::to himself:: Let's get to work.

He just hoped the people he could save wouldn't freak out too badly when they woke up to see his furry alien face.

Ensign S'Rorr

Ship's Counselor

USS Chin'toka

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