> (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.)
(ooc: thanks. hope she's having fun.) > 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. For the first time, Wilson could see the Klingon and guessed that all could not be well if--with his physique--he had been knocked out. She keyed open the cabinet where the first aid kit was normally kept in standard 'Fleet runabouts. Fortunately, it was where she expected. Lifting it out with her good hand, she crawled over to K'Tael's position. "Here you go, Captain," she said. (response) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
