T20: High Law and Low Justice, Part 3

[Orvallon]

Trel sprints back towards engineering, stoping when he sees the security door that he might have remembered earlier if he was at 100% PulseOx. He'll need either a crew member or some other way to bypass it.

Growling under his breath, Trel slams his fist into the door, and turns back, heading to Sickbay. His goal is any automed there. If it is unoccupied, he will liberate any oxygen supplies it may stilll have.

 

[Seonaid]

[Actions, in order: 1) Stabilize Trelene, in place if possible, moving her somewhere secure if not. 2) Check the status of Zaedhrarrg and Julia Darius in the most convenient order. 3) Revive either one, if possible. 4) Do as much for Trelene as currently possible.]

Ktarle turns her head slightly toward Saanath. "Can I take off her suit here?" She digs in her supplies for a knife, or something that would cut through a vac suit. When the missile hits, she is jarred from her kneeling position. She topples and catches herself before she lands on any of the three bodies. She rights herself and tries to determine the best way to open the suit. If I can't open the suit, I'll have to risk spinal injury, she thinks before she stops that train of thought and resumes her calm inner nothingness.

 

[Orvallon]

Trel knows he's got about a minute before things start getting even fuzzier in his mind than they are now. Someone is alive and awake on this ship - he doesn't at this point know how he knows that, but he does. And even if he's wrong, someone, who's not in the lounge, has his mask. If he cant find oxygen, finding the mask should buy him some time.

Looking around the sickbay, the Aslan growled. Shaking his head, he went over to the intercom. Pressing it, he said, "Is anyone aboard this ship? I am in Sickbay at present...I am moving back out into the stateroom corridor...any oxygen...available...would be...convenient."

That said, he'll go back into the stateroom corridor, and start trying to open doors, looking for the rat bastard who stole his mask.

 

[doghead]

Ktarle turns her head slightly toward Saanath. "Can I take off her suit here?" She digs in her supplies for a knife, or something that would cut through a vac suit. When the missile hits, she is jarred from her kneeling position. She topples and catches herself before she lands on any of the three bodies. She rights herself and tries to determine the best way to open the suit.

Saanath leavers himself back up again and puts a hand on Ktarle arm.

"The suit can be opened easily enough without the knife. There are no masks, but perhaps we could rig a tube from the tank to her nose or mouth, allowing a small flow of oxygen. Its the best I can think ..."

"We need a sled to move Trelene. The hanger will have them."

ooc: * Is the intercom part of the same system we are using to communicate with each other. Could Saanath hear Trel through his suit's systems, or was it just broadcast to the other intercom stations?"

Assuming he could...

"Is anyone aboard this ship? I am in Sickbay at present...I am moving back out into the stateroom corridor...any oxygen... available... would be... convenient."

Saanath glaces at Ktarle. That wasn't one of us. Were they hostile. I doubt that they would be asking who is here - they would know we are here. And they seem to be shooting at the Dvonn now. Doesn't suggest that there are any of their own aboard. A passenger? Can we trust them? They are going to find out about us soon enough if they stay on the intercom*.

Its the speakers rather dry sense of understatement that tips the scales in his favour.

"This is Saanath. I am in the forward hanger. There are oxygen tanks and vacc suits here."

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: Not sure why I didn't realize (and then make explicit) this before. The vac suits shold have mics ans spekers that allow werarer to hear and speak to those in the immediate area. Vyrkris would still need her p-comm to communicate with those outside engineering 2, but could speak to Ruzz'koff without it, for example. Saanath (and others near enough an intercom, which is everyone at this point) could hear the message.

 

[Orvallon]

"This is Saanath. I am in the forward hanger. There are oxygen tanks and vacc suits here."

Hearing Saanath, Trel shakes his head, wondering just how many bloody locked doors he'll find between himself and the forward hangar bay. "I will try...to come to you..."

That said, he will move with that incredible speed an Aslan wanting to move fast can muster. He'll stop by the pile of used oxygen masks and tanks, and grab a couple, since a human vacc suit won't do him much good, but hopefully one of the masks will be able to be mated to one of the tanks. He'll head towards the forward hanger bay, or at least to where his knowledge of ships tells him such a thing SHOULD be, at flank speed.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarle looks at Saanath with an odd expression on her face. "I'm sorry," she says before bending down to see if the suit will come off without moving Trelene's body. "Please 'rig' that oxygen as you describe, and then find a sled." She pauses and then says softly, "Thank you," before turning back to work on the suit. Get a grip! she commands herself, for what feels like the twentieth time since they left the Keruuchan.

When the comm crackles on with a new voice, Ktarle again looks at Saanath, concerned. Her thoughts mirror his, though they are more subdued than they would have been had she not been concentrating on a patient. "Is it wise to announce our position?" she asks while gently prying at Trelene's suit. "It could be a ruse, and the others would be better equipped to deal with a hostile."

[If she can open the suit without moving Trelene's spine, she will. If not, she will work on cutting it open.]

 

[doghead]

"It could be a ruse," Saanath responds as he grabs what he needs (some tubing, some tape) and starts rigging it up, or helping Ktarle. Whichever she needs at the time. "But we have been broadcasting on an open channel since we got on the Dvonn. If anyone was lying in wait, they would have vacc gear and communicators. They would know where we are already.

"But some poor bastard who has managed to survive whatever went down here would probably not have that sort of gear. How long would they last without oxygen?

"OK, You're set. Just open this nossel. We can tape the end to her cheek or something. Not pretty but ..."

Saanath winces as he catches sight of Trelene under as the vacc suit comes off.

"If your OK here I'll get that sled."

 

[Seonaid]

She is not completely convinced by Saanath's logic, but Ktarle nods, the motion hardly perceptible under the vacc suit. Her thoughts recede again in the immediacy of the situation. She takes the hose apparatus from Saanath and gently tapes it to Trelene at the most convenient and least harmful spot [cheek, neck, chest, whatever looks like it could withstand the pressure and later removal of the tubing and tape]. "Go," she says absently as she pushes the tube's open end into Trelene's mouth or nose, whichever looks the best. [T/Med +17]

 

[Tonguez]

Recoverying from the impact Tomas makes his way to the bridge terminals and the central diagnostics for the ship to check just what capabilities they do have online and what will require work.

"You still want communications up?" he asks Quinn as he works

(ooc sorry was out of town for a week!)