> "I'm here, but I think my arm is broken," Wilson said between tightly > compressed lips. "Mr. K'Tael?"
>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?" "Please hold Mars Control." >"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 ankle too. >He went over to Wilson and checked on her-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 herself. 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. >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. "Thank you. Please check out the rest of the ship" "Mars Control. This is Captain Boulay-currently commanding the Nile. We have a broken arm and some nasty gashes. Commander K'Tael is unresponsive and bleeding heavily from the forehead area." He placed a hand between K'Tael's shoulder blades and another on his shoulders and gently leaned him back. He opened the First-Aid kit and pressed it onto the wound firm enough to staunch the bleeding. "Commander K'Tael. Please wake up, Commander!" _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
