> Wilson slowly opened her eyes and immediately closed them. �The blinding > headache eased off only minutely, but at least she did not think she was > about to return what was left of her dinner. > > The pain was coming from another source, too. > > David was glad he had strapped himself in-smoke wafted lightly through the > cockpit. He reached up and wiped his forehead and came away with blood on > his hand-apparently he had bashed his head on impact. He shook his head to > clear the cobwebs, "Everyone ok? Mr. Watson? Mr. K'Tael?" > > "I'm here, but I think my arm is broken," Wilson said between tightly > compressed lips. �"Mr. K'Tael?"
(OOC: Lisa is out exploring the sights of Manchester, NH with some friends. I am not sure how late she will be out. Since I know what the initial approach to this is going to be, I can post this part for her so you guys can get things going.) There was no response form k'Tael, who was lying slouched onto his console. There seemed to be a pretty nasty gash on his forehead that was bleeding quite heavily. > He tried the Comm again, "Runabout Nile to Mars Station. We have crash > landed." "This is Mars Control. My apologies for the hold up on responding to your initial contact. I was just confirming your coordinates. We have a medical shuttle en route. They should be arriving momentarily. Can you tell me the condition of everyone aboard?" (Boulay?) "Don't move. I'll be there in a second." David left the comm channel where he could answer from anywhere in the ship. He unstrapped himself and climbed out of his seat-as he walked he almost tripped-he had apparently tweaked his anke too. He went over to Wilson and checked on h[er]-it appeared that the arm of the seat had partially broken and slammed itself into Wilson's forearm. David's head wound bled on Wilson as he looked at the situation. Wilson was in a bad position to remove it h[er]self. David grabbed the piece of the chair's arm and pulled back as hard as he could when it finally gave way and freed Wilson's arm, "There you go. We'll splint you in a moment. Find the First-Aid kit." Wilson bit back the outcry of pain when her arm was freed. �"Thanks," she said. She gingerly pulled herself from the tangled reminds of her seat. He had to take charge. He looked over to K'Tael's chair. The Klingon was still slouched over and not moving. (folks?) AJ _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
