MechWarrior Alex Thorn
Regular
LEGIONNAIRES
"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." - Winston Churchill
Posts: 176
|
Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 28, 2005 22:56:01 GMT -5
Anger rose in me as yet another one of Bravo Lance went down. I followed Bravo-4's commands. We soon found ourself through the rest of the defenses and at the base. With relief I switched on my safety.
"Sir. After we are finished here we are to meet up with Alpha Lance, correct?"
For the first time in a long time I was ready to get off the battlefield. I was ready to get some well deserved rest. I knew the first thing I would do when I got back would be to ask about my lance mates. I didnt want to leave a single man behind.
I circled around the compound, not wanting to just stay in one place. I could hear the distant sounds of exploisons of a fight. The wind had picked up some and I could hear a slight whine from it in my cockpit. The break from the fighting was comforting. Finally I got tired of moving my Belial around, so I shut down to conserve power.
|
|
|
Post by Dr. Nathan Edwards on Jul 28, 2005 23:00:37 GMT -5
The battle still raging around us. We were listening for reports of our own units. Radio traffic had let us know that there were some of our own units down. Net was too far away we couldn't help him so the SAR had taken care of that. The radio suddenly came alive.
Castle 1 to MIT we have a downed eject pod according to Alpha 4 it is close to where you are located. He went down in a building controlled by the Loyalists. You may have to have the Longinus fight your way in to help him.
Roger that Castle 1, Dr. Edwards out.
"You heard them Reeves lets get moving to that building"
"Dr. Edwards to the Longinus team, we have to go into a Loyalist building after one of our ejection pods. I need you to go in fighting and clear the way. We need to get to our unit.
Copy that Dr. our team is ready, just open the door as soon as we arrive.
Reeve's punched it and we got to the building where our downed unit was in just a few minuets. I opened the side door for the Longinus Battle Armor Team. As we arrived at the scene, Loyalist Militia began firing on the MIT with various small weapons. The Longinus Battle Armors exited and fired back, eventually making their way into the building. Clearing the way for us to enter.
Building secured and Bravo-3's ejection pod has been located on the second floor. We also have one of our team members injured.
Copy that we are on our way in.
|
|
|
Post by alice on Jul 28, 2005 23:48:28 GMT -5
All of us in the back of the MIT heard Dr. Edwards call on the radio to the Longinus Team. I quickly packed up supplies I thought I would need for this. It didn't sound good. His pod had fallen through a building several floors. That kind of banging around, he had to be in a bad way.
We must have arrived at our location, because we came to a stop and the door came open. The Longinus Team exited the MIT. We all waited for the all clear from the Dr.
I was feeling nervous and tense. This was one of our guys. I didn't know what to expect when we got him out but I was ready for anything. Dr. Saturina had always taught us to be prepared for anything and to never let our Legionnaires down. I was then wishing she was here. Dr. Edwards was good, but Dr. Saturina let nothing stop her from taking care of her patients.
We heard the all clear on the radio. Dr. Edwards called for me to go, which I knew he would since I was the senior MedTech on the MIT. The Doc and I rushed into the building up to the second floor.
Arriving in the designated area, first thing we saw was one of the Longinus Team on the floor. The Doc ran over to him with his bag, telling me to help the guy in the pod as soon as they got it open.
I was helping them get the pod open, it was very banged up, which made opening it difficult. We finally got it open, it was Taylor, he was really banged up and delirious. He was holding an old gun up at us. He probably didn't know if we were friend or foe. I took the gun from him gently. He protested.
"Taylor it's ok, it's Alice. We are here to help you. Just relax. Everything is going to be ok now."
At that moment he seemed to relax a little, but also lost consciousness. He was probably struggling to remain conscious until he heard a soothing familiar voice.
His face was covered with blood. His left leg was broken and the bone was protruding out of the skin. He was in really bad shape. I gently cleaned his face. Stabilized his leg as best I could for transportation. He would need surgery on that leg. With the Longinus help we carefully put him on a stretcher.
"Dr. Edwards he is in really bad shape. I have him stabilized for transport to the MIT. We need to get him out of here quickly. He needs way more then we can do for him here."
"Ok, Alice, I'm done over here. This wasn't a bad injury. Let's get our guy back to the MIT."
We carried Taylor back to the MIT. We laid him on one of the bio beds. The Doc would come in to check him over, meanwhile I would make him as comfortable as possible and stay right by his side in case he was to wake up.
|
|
|
Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 29, 2005 0:25:08 GMT -5
My eyes opened slowly and I realized I could see again. The light was very bright and I felt like I was floating.
Am I?...where am I?
A woman's face came into view. It was very blurry and she had an aura of light around her. She turned to me and I heard her voice.
Who is that?...did I die?
I wanted to move but pain erupted all around my body. A tear ran down my face.
What happened?...did I save him?
I heard a solid tone come from somewhere. I knew that sound. It was the sound of a heart monitor signaling that the heart stopped beating.
Am I watching a movie?...am I dreaming?
The light consumed me once again and I blacked out.
[fades in] Taylor...
Taylor...
Stay with me... [fades out]
The angel hovered over me. I couldn't focus my eyes on anything. My hearing came in random spats of no given length.
Is that an angel?...of death?
Panic and fear began to set in. I was lost in a sea of emotions and sensations. Pain filled my every part of my body and fear consumed my mind.
What is she doing?...saving me?
I was beginning to lose my grip. Whether it was my will to live, my perception of reality or just the simple fact that I was beyond comprehension of just what was taking place.
What time is it?...is this a nightmare?
My mind jumped from one topic to another. Flashbacks of times long forgotten and things that are much more recent. The angel that hovered over me became my focus and my anchor. I writhed in pain and never found relief, but she made me feel safe and secure.
The lights consumed me a final time as I felt my body start to raise up and things went black.
|
|
|
Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Jul 29, 2005 1:24:56 GMT -5
Heat spiked through William's cockpit as he alpha striked a light Hussar mech, it's hunched over torso ripped apart under a tornado of SRMs, lasers, and LBX fletchette rounds. Sweat poured down his face and stung his eyes as William throttled the Hellhound forward to engage the last of the Yellowjacket VTOLS. Waiting for his heat levels to descend out of the red, the mechwarrior turned a pair of choppers into firey comets plunging to earth.
Man, glad I’m not a rotorhead. Those things are fragile!
Amid the maelstrom of fire, Bravo 4, 5, and 6 wrecked the remaining VTOLs and the two Jenners that were attempting to provide fire support. The enemy pilots’ escape pods rocketed up into the air on scarlet plumes. Seeing itself massively outgunned, the Flea kicked in its MASC system and used its impressive speed to disappear into a nearby copse of trees.
Bravo Lance, finish these dogs and head towards your mission objective! I'm breaking off to assist the Captain.
Following Bravo 4’s Shadowcat, William charged into the Tierra Verde military complex through a breach created by demo teams from the Reach. After a few hellraising minutes, Bravo lance had neutralized the base’s defenders and smashed the static beam and missile turrets into smoking craters.
A special ops commander came over the com-net and said that priority target #1, Jorge Almarez was in the central command center. William took up a defensive posture with the rest of Bravo Lance to safeguard the perimeter as an old Karnov VTOL touched down outside the command post. The rear ramp lowered and disgorged a team of armored commandoes, Rorynex SMGs and TK assault rifles at the ready. The unit’s demo expert placed a shaped charge on the armored bunker door while the rest of the squad took cover. From his cockpit canopy, William saw a flash of light and smoke, and the bunker door was now a gaping hole, its metal edges glowing red hot.
Several commandoes tossed flash-bang grenades into the complex and then entered with small arms blazing. A few minutes later, the commandoes emerged from the smoking command center, leading about a dozen captives, their wrists bound behind them with plastic flexi-cuffs.
This is Commander Redmond reporting enemy command center secure. We have Almarez in custody, repeat we have Jorge Almarez in custody.
That brought a smile to William’s sweaty face…
Now, I just hope Bravo 3 is OK.
|
|
Nicholas Schuster
Regular
DECEASED
"Blakists are like a virus. And WE are the cure."
Posts: 139
|
Post by Nicholas Schuster on Jul 29, 2005 9:31:11 GMT -5
"This is Commander Redmond reporting enemy command center secure. We have Almarez in custody, repeat we have Jorge Almarez in custody."
I sighed a heavy sigh of relief. It was over. We had won. As a convoy of vehicles began to form around us, I slumped down in my pilot's seat. This mission had not gone at all according to profile; the premature ejections of Acting Commander Miyamoto and Holms Net had severely limited our lance's fighting ability, and the rebel forces were hardly a match for the vastly superior defenses of the Tierra Verde Military Base. Had it not been for the unexpected arrival and intervention of the still-unidentified reenforcements, I was confident that we would have been hard-pressed to score a victory against the loyalists. As it was, I still didn't know what the situation in Theater I was; maybe we had one the day, maybe not.
I rubbed my eyes as the rebel leader, Peytre Alexeev, began barking movment instructions across the comm. I was tired - dead tired - both physically and mentally. The stress of these types of missions were beginning to get to me. Though I knew how to pilot a 'Mech, I was by no means a MechWarrior. I had been trained in covert ops, with a focus on electronic warfare - I was physically and mentally unprepared for the stresses exacted upon me as a 'Mech pilot. Before I joined the Legionnaires, I had piloted a BattleMech into combat only a few scant times, and now, I was practically living in the cockpit. I didn't know how much longer I could take it. I almost hoped that if any further engagements were to be had, that one of them would claim my life.
I opened the channel to the lance, and took a deep breath. My Standard began to falter, the heavily-accented German of the Lyrian Alliance slipping in - a sure sign of my fatigue.
"Delta-4 to all units...close up und form auf me. We are to escort Peytre Alexeev to InfoSource, a media outlet in Puerto Valacia, where Alpha Lance is located. There, he will make planetary broadcast announcing the overthrow of Almarez and his installation as leader. When we have done this, we must rendezvous with the Liberty at the Puerto Valacia spaceport for dustoff. Aff?"
The acknowledgements came in as the convoy moved out into the night. I tried to clear my head, reminding myself that it would all be over soon enough. One way or another.
|
|
|
Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 29, 2005 11:02:56 GMT -5
I continuied to stand Maxwell's guard.I turned my safties off as 2 unknown 'mechs came into view. Not again...
I swiveled my chassis, and thumbed my trigger. A Masakari 'mech and a Hellbringer painted with Clan Ghost Bear insignas stood surveying the damage. I turned my safties off. They would not hurt me. ...but why?
"Captain Maxwell-we are not here to hurt you. We have come to help you." Said a very familliar, low voice. I wondered...
"Captain Maxwell, do you copy? Captain." Said an extremely familiar voice. A soft, low silky voice. Kind of like... Commander Wayne... I whisked away the though quickly. There's a million people out there that sound like the Commander. It wasn't her... Was it?
I set my mind back to the situation.
"Captain Maxwell. This is Alpha-4 do you read me? Cpatain?"
|
|
|
Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 29, 2005 12:54:07 GMT -5
A Hellbringer stood before my crippled, near-totaled Legionnaire, its gun ports still smoking, intentionally training its weapons on the ground in an effort to convey a passive stance. Though I wasn't certain of the pilot's identity, it was very clear that both he and his lancemates belonged to Clan Ghost Bear, and that alone answered the why of the equation. The more important aspect – who – was about to be answered.
My BattleMech’s communication systems fried beyond repair, and the P.A. speaker blown away in the sudden ambush by the now-late technicians Wesissman and Rickmond, I had no choice but to attempt visual communication. Holstering my Desert Eagle, I popped the Legionnaire’s hatch, and rose to stand in its opening, waving my arms to the pilot of the Hellbringer, and covering my ears to convey the loss of communications. The Hellbringer stomped toward me, the loud rev of its leg actuators breaking the now-quiet ambience of the night. It drew to within meters of my battered ‘Mech, and came to a halt, crouching down in a parking stance. Moments later, its hatch also opened, and the pilot, a tall, muscular blond man, with close-cropped hair, appeared. There was no mistaking his identity.
It was Star Captain Killian Bekker.
In a scene eerily reminiscent of my first encounter with the Clanner – who went by the alias ‘Joseph Dillenger’ at the time - on Saffel, I tossed out the Legionnaire’s escape ladder, and climbed to the war-torn ground. The smoldering carcasses of BattleMechs – both friendly and hostile – and tanks – none of them allies, but all of them extremely deceased - littered the ground, and as I walked toward Bekker, the smells of smoke and ozone wafted past my nostrils.
“Bekker. Nice of you to drop by. What brings you to this godforsaken neck of the woods?”
|
|
|
Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Jul 29, 2005 14:51:02 GMT -5
Bekker. Nice of you to drop by. What brings you to this godforsaken neck of the woods?
Well, we caught wind of Clan Jade Falcon's plans to "re-claim" Star Colonel Aisa Thastus. Admittedly, by accident.
Captain Maxwell's face contorted a little and I decided to continue.
A warning would not have sufficed, as you see we arrived just in time. Though not soon enough to save the Star Colonel, but my primary concern was you and your personnel.
The Captain raised a brow.
Captain. I know that when we parted, we we're not exactly fully able to discuss what had transpired. However, I consider you a trothkin and you know as well as I do that isn't something that comes easily to a freebirth.
But you know that Clan Ghost Bear holds different ideals in regards to the Inner Sphere, a more friendly one than our Jade Falcon counterparts.
I swore to you that I am your friend and therefore, I could not have allowed myself to permit the Jade Facons to simply kill you like a pest.
The Captain paused for a long period of time. Expressions crossing his face here and there.
Eventually, he began to speak.
|
|
|
Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Jul 29, 2005 15:02:14 GMT -5
"Bravo-4 to all units...close up und form auf me. We are to escort Peytre Alexeev to InfoSource, a media outlet in Puerto Valacia, where Alpha Lance is located. There, he will make planetary broadcast announcing the overthrow of Almarez and his installation as leader. When we have done this, we must rendezvous with the Liberty at the Puerto Valacia spaceport for dustoff. Aff?"
William was a bit shocked to discover that Bravo 4 was Lyran from his German accent over the com. A brief flash of bitterness and resentment burned through him as he remembered the Uziel of the 8th Donegal Guards standing over the smoldering wreckage of his Enforcer III on Kathil.
Stop it! There was enough blame to go around for both sides in that conflict. Focus on your duty.
Following the Nav marker on his HUD, William and the other mechwarriors of Bravo Lance headed for Puerto Valacia. The city was a nightmare vision of burning rubble and shattered concrete, like something out of Dante's Inferno. The flames cast a hellish glare against the night sky, which was slowly brightening towards dawn.
The offices of the media-conglomerate were located towards the outskirts of the city and had escaped much of the fighting that had doomed Puerto Valacia elsewhere. Sterile corporate style buildings lined up alonside a forest of communication dishes. William's Hellhound passed a large billboard that proudly stated, "Info-Source...Because the Truth hurts!"
What the hell does that mean?
Peytre Alexeev, accompanied by more of the Reach commandoes, dashed into the facility to prepare his triumphant broadcast. Fortunately, the local employees had long since headed for the safety of underground shelters.
|
|
|
Post by General Archdale Ren on Jul 29, 2005 17:09:59 GMT -5
Excellent I briefly thought to myself. With that Kintaru child out of the way, my deals with Ms Xiuying would be a lot more easier. I watched as the child withered on the floor as his muscles twisted into a painful cramp. I laughed slightly to myself, the nifty attack of the Elder’s sure packed a punch. However, it would be non applicable to me thanks to the AZPES suit.
“… Sir… it’s time…” Saburo said to me in his chilling tone that always put a smile on my face.
“So it is… stand back…” I replied focusing the physical energies of the AZPES suit as I brought it online. Within seconds I had charged my destructive energy sphere and launched it at the duelling couple. As I intended, the ball missed them and broke up their fight. The look of shock on their faces filled me with such an indescribably sensation of joy. It was beyond the bounds of anything a normal human could possess. Of coarse I was no longer human. I was a God.
Xiuying darted her head in every direction looking for the source of my wave of destruction, however she didn’t need to do so. I stepped out from my hiding spot with Saburo close behind me. Time to make my acquaintances with the locals…
"I’m sorry to interrupt your play time children.” I said, increasing the field around me. Several of the guards had began to raise their weapons and even though there was no chance of me getting hurt… I didn’t want my prise warrior to take any hits. He was the fruits of my labour, and there was no way I was going to let ten years of hard work go down the drain.
“However, we need a … chat. Perhaps you could share some of your time “Xiuying Zimming”?” We had both completely emerged from the darkness and were within the “battle arena” those two imbeciles had created. My eyes quickly glanced down at the Kintaru brat. Although I would of liked to of thought my presence had caused it, the paralysed pile of excrement tried to move, with murderous intent in his eyes. He struggled to move a finger before temporally giving up to rest for a second. This very sight added to my deep joy that was over boiling deep within.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am General Ren…” I said as I returned my attention to Xiuying, taking a very small bow to her. Such a generous man was I. Her face washed with both confusion and anger. Obviously I had interrupted something very important to her. Well tough shit to that, her little game happened to get in the way of something FAR bigger than she could ever imagine. Instead of recognising my generosity, the old hag walked over to the child after inspecting his expression. She spoke some words into his ear and helped him to his feet. Such an ignorant bitch she was. His body went into a violent spasm seconds before she began striking him around different parts of his body again. I raised an eyebrow in wonder. What WAS she doing? The boy collapsed to the ground, shuddering as he fell to his knees. Then an expression of great relief splashed onto his face. He rose to his feet, slowly at first until he gradually gained confidence and raised valiantly staring directly into my eyes with that murderous intent still fresh within them. Amazing. Not only could the old hag paralyse selective areas of the body, but she can reverse the process to. She certainly would have made an excellent asset to my cause. She WOULD have, had she not disrespected my gracious bow.
“General Ren hmm? Am I supposed to be honoured? Especially after your little stunt you disrespectful bastard!” replied the old witch. She was definitely going to pay for her lack of respect.
“Indeed you should Xiuying, you looking at the future ruler of the Inner Sphere.”
“Oh really? Is that so? And how might you go about this?”
“You see my dear Xiuying I was hoping you could help me there? And it wont cost you much. In fact, I can single handily win you this war all for one small thing. Would you mind tell me the coordinates of the Jade Stone Fortune?” I asked in my sweetest tone, hoping for the correct response. After a couple seconds of contemplation the old bitch burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, causing me to frown.
“What makes you think that I, Xiuying Zimming, the GREAT Elder of The Reach, am in need of your services Mr Ren? Why do I need a glowing FREAK of nature such as yourself to win MY battles?! You disrespectful little shit! I spit at your proposed offer and I ORDER you to leave you snivelling little mongrel!” said screeched, spitting in my general direction. I was infuriated with her. My blood began to boil as I began to charge the AZPES suit to 50%, the highest level I had charged the suit at. The trees began to shake violently as I ascended to a higher plain. I held a power these pathetic morons had no comprehension of! As I reached this new plain of power, a blot of lightening sounded as if to signal my strength. They were going to pay. All of them!
“Er- excuse me General Ren?” said a small man with a horrendously pathetic and grovelling tone to his voice. He had stepped forward from the Nul Sig tent I had witnessed only moments ago and began to nervously smile.
“Kenichi?!” the young woman from the group shouted, sounding concerned.
“Excuse me sir, but I am Kenichi Urashima, your contact that informed you of this location---” he said nervously before being cut off by the tall Russian man.
“What?! Kenichi you lead this BEAST here?!”
“Shut up you fucking fool!” the small man angrily shouted before turning back to his grovelling ways. I was not amused.
“I’m sorry sir… now perhaps the Great Elder might not be able to help you, however I have a wealth of knowledge at your disposal…”
I continued to listen as the bright blue aura enveloped me.
“… of coarse I’m willing to SELL my services to you. You can just add them on top of what you promised me for giving you this location…”
I stopped him there. Kenichi had just successfully pissed me off.
“Oh can I Mr Urashima?! Well perhaps I can reward you for what you have done for me so far!” I shouted, rushing towards the small piece of shit. I grabbed his head between my two hands and picked him up. He thrashed out at me with his arms and legs in a feeble attempt to stop the inevitable. I wicked smile crept over my face as I began to crush the small man’s head. Such ecstasy, watching a man SLOWLY die. I glanced around myself as I watched the guards point their puny weapons at me. I watched their ridicules emotions cloud their judgment as they struggled to bring themselves to fire. There was the possibility that Mr Urashima could have been caught in the fire… but o well. Suddenly the Kintaru brat and the old hag charged towards me in another idiotic attempt to save their “comrade’s” life. Luckily, Saburo interrupted them by stepping between the moronic chargers. He managed to fend off their feeble attacks long enough for me to take care of what needed to be done. Kenichi furiously began to pound my arms and torso with a verity of kicks and punches as my grip tightened. He started squealing like a dieing pig as panic gripped his emotions. His squealing stopped as is left eyeball popped out of its socket. I very gently released my grip for him to catch his final breath. As soon as the air passed through his lips, I increased my lock on him to such a degree that his head exploded into a mass amount of blood and brain matter. Splinters of bone disintegrated as they passed into the AZPES field and the partials of blood that splattered all over the aura began to boil over, dry up and burn into carbon particles before a gust of wind swept away the small fraction of Kenichi’s head that had attempted to “reach out and grab me”. Every stood still, utter shock filled their souls as they had just witnessed a GODLY execution. Well… nearly everyone. Saburo’s morbid curiosity grabbed his attention as he began to unconsciously giggle. If I could of seen his expression under that cloak I would have probably shared mine. We would have shared a wicked smile across our faces. Such ecstasy.
“No Mr Urashima, I will NOT be in need of your services.” I said quietly to myself as I heard someone vomit rather violently. Kenichi’s deceased body shuddered on the floor, as the final moments of life stuttered out of his body.
I turned towards Xiuying, who was standing next to Kei-teh as Saburo blocked them both off.
“Ren! Your business is with me you bastard!” shouted the Kintaru child as he unsheathed his pathetic sword.
“I’m afraid my business is with Ms Zimming, Mr Kintaru. I do, however, have something FAR more interesting planned for you. Saburo, why not get … reacquainted with Kei-teh?” I said, filling the young man’s eyes with confusion. Saburo grunted in acknowledgement as he drew the Kintaru brat’s attention away from MY goal.
“Ah, what a pleasant delight! I have you all to myself now Ms Zimming! You might want to tell your subordinates to scatter, things could get nasty…” I said as a wide smile coated my face. The old hag ordered the men and women out of the tent and told them to report to headquarters. Everyone evacuated rather quickly, however, two remained. The young woman and the one who Kenichi labelled as “Victor”.
Very well I thought to myself. It wouldn’t be my fault of those two got… caught up in things. I kicked Kenichi’s retched corpse far into the woods like an adult kicking a soccer ball as hard as he could. A pleasant splashing sound greeted my ears, much like that of a falling water melon upon impact. Xiuying face was a picture waiting to be taken. Her expression was filled with such anger and sorrow… I couldn’t help but laugh.
“So Ms Zimming! It’s a shame it has come down to this. Of coarse it doesn’t have to be. I’ll ask ONE last time. WHERE is the Jade Stone Fortune?!”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the old woman replied, taking a rather pathetic looking stance.
“Fair enough…” I grimly replied.
The stage was set. The pawns are in place. It was time to quickly end this charade and claim what I deserved.
|
|
|
Post by alice on Jul 29, 2005 17:58:48 GMT -5
Standing by Taylor's bed, making him as comfortable as I could, I was waiting to see if the Doc. was going to come in and take care of him.
Taylor kept moaning in pain. I didn't want to give him pain meds at the time because his blood pressure was so low, they would only make it worse. Suddenly he began to speak.
"Taylor? Your here in the MIT unit. "
"It's me Alice. Taylor can you hear me?"
I had the feeling he wasn't comprehending anything I said. I could tell he was in a lot of pain. I wanted so badly to do something for him. I worked on all of his wounds, but he needed surgery on his leg. I was also sure he had internal injuries.
Without warning the heart monitor started wailing and the signal went flat. He was flat lining. I stepped back away from the table and hit the defibrillator button. His body spasmed as the table sent a shock wave to his heart.
"Taylor...?"
"Taylor..?
"Stay with me Taylor....?
No response. I turned the charge up a little more and hit it again. Once again his body jerked as it hit him. The monitor finally started recording normal sinus rhythm of his heart. I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I had lost him. I went back over to the bed.
"Taylor? Can you hear me?"
There was still no response. I continued working on his injuries, being as gentle as I could. We were stabilizing him for transport to the ships infirmary. The Doc felt he would have a better chance of saving him back on the ship.
I gently wiped his face with wet sterile cloths, and other parts of his body that was bruised or bleeding. Putting medipathces where they would help. Stabilizing his leg for transport. He seemed to have trouble breathing so we gave him oxygen. I stayed by his side. He was critical and needed constant care.
The Doc. had radioed the Liberty to come in and get us. We needed to get back on the ship and get Taylor to the infirmary. Reeve's moved the MIT to the location for us to meet up with the ship. The Doc came over to Taylors table.
"Is he stable and ready for transport?"
"Yes, Doc. but he is just hanging on by a thread, I lost his heart beat once already. So we just need to be really careful with him."
"I agree Alice. Ok let's move him out. Everyone very careful with him. Let's get him over to the infirmary."
Adams and Reeves moved Taylor over to the ships infirmary. Everyone moved quickly but carefully. We got him into the infirmary and got him into the surgery room. They gently switched him to the surgical table. I remained by his side until one of the Docs could come and do the surgery.
|
|
|
Post by Peytre Alexeev on Jul 29, 2005 18:19:36 GMT -5
I eased into the anchor's chair in the abandoned television studio, which, a scant nine hours ago, had been filled with Almarez's goons, and dictator-appointed talking heads that were willing to deliver whatever scripted tripe the corrupt regime fed to the government-controlled media outlet. And now...it was ours. I could scarcely believe it.
The sweeping, expansive set was truly impressive, spanning three stories, and came equipped with an elaborate holorecording and delivery system that could transmit to the entire planet simultaneously. I sighed heavily, thinking of all the good that would soon be able to be delivered to Valasha from the very chair I sat in - a chair from which history was about to be made. This would be the first time in nearly a decade that a truly 'free' news broadcast had come out of this station, and the magnitude of the moment weighed heavily on my mind.
As I cleared scattered piles of paper, coffee mugs, and a flag bearing the Almarez family crest from the news desk, Sergey Vasilchenkov, my aide, approached me timidly, speaking in Russian."I just wanted to say...good luck, sir. You definitely earned this, and I'm proud to have been a part of it."I chuckled, and shook my head."Sergey - we earned it - you, me, the people of Valasha that truly wanted change...we earned it together. I am but a part of what's been accomplished here tonight. And we're not done. We have a lot of work still cut out for us...especially now." Sergey smiled, and nodded to me. Before he could reply, a voice broke over the studio comm."Commander Alexeev...we're ready back here.""Very good. Let's get this show on the road." I smiled at Vasilchenkov, who snapped a quick salute, and dashed into the control booth. The studio lights dimmed as I looked into the holocorder. A series of LEDs flashed off a countdown, and I took a deep breath. It was time to meet Valasha.
The camera's light flicked on, and I slowly began to speak."Citizens of Valasha - I bid you good morning. A new day, and with it, a new era, has dawned..."[ - Soundtrack - ]
|
|
|
Post by Lance Commander Marcus Taylor on Jul 29, 2005 21:47:07 GMT -5
My body felt as if it were floating and then it came back down gently. The angel hovered over me for what seemed like an eternity.
Are you?...an angel?
She spoke, but I could not understand what she said. The pain began to fade with her words. Warmth washed over by body and all went black.
I slowly came to and saw a woman silently sitting in a chair, reading a book or some sort of thing. She had a concerned look on her face and I wondered why.
Excuse me...
She looked up surprised but still maintained her concerned look. I looked around and saw that I was in the Liberty's Infirmary.
Confused, I looked down and saw IV's and monitors hooked to my body. Memories came to me, but it was all surreal. The battle to save the Captain, an ejection, a crash and and angel.
What is it?
|
|
|
Post by alice on Jul 29, 2005 22:47:27 GMT -5
Dr. Edwards entered the surgical room, dressed in sterile surgery garb. He walked over to the table. He looked down at Taylor's broken body.
"Well Alice we know he needs surgery on his leg. Get me the Eligus so I can scan for internal injuries."
I got the Eligus for the Doc. He scanned Taylor's body. He looked very concerned.
"He has some broken ribs and some internal bleeding. I'm going to have to go in and stop the bleeding. Alice you go get on your surgical clothes and you will work on his leg. We need to do this all at once. Using as little anesthesia as possible. So, let's get to it and get this boy together and healing."
I got my surgical clothes on, came back to the surgical table and we began after the tables mechanical arms administered anesthesia. I cut a line above the break down to below the break. The laser scalpels not only cut but sealed any bleeders. Once into the leg I was able to manipulate it back to its original place. It had been a dirty break, meaning it was broken all the way through, jagged and tore through the skin. It fit back together well, no fragments were missing. I then used the bone generator to seal the break. It looked good, but would still need some healing before it was 100%. I closed up with the surgical laser, used the dermal generator to mend the cut so no scar would form. I wrapped it in a flexible dressing so he could move it, but would not over do until all the muscles and ligament's were healed well. The Doc. and I finished at the same time.
"Well Alice, he has good vital signs now. How did things go at your end?"
"Very well Doc. He is ready for the recovery room and a lot of rest and TLC"
"You won't get any argument from me on that. I know you will see to it that he gets both."
"Yes Dr. Edwards, I will see to it ..... personally."
We moved Taylor carefully back into the main infirmary room for recovery. I stayed by his side night and day. I slept in the chair next to his bed. Then one night I was sitting by his bed reading, when I heard a deep masculine voice say.
"Excuse me..."
I looked up from my book. He was awake and speaking to me. I jumped up and went to his bed.
"What is it?"
"What happened? Why am I in the infirmary?
"You were inured in your eject pod when you had to eject after helping the Captain, then you're eject pod went through a building. You were operated on, and you have been out several days. Your body has been healing itself, and doing a very good job of it."
"Who are you. You look familiar."
"I'm Alice. I've been with you day and night since we picked you up."
"You're my Angel?" He said with a surprised look on his face. I laughed softly.
"No Taylor..... I'm not an angel. I'm real and you're in the ships infirmary doing very well."
I gently brushed his hair away from his eyes, and patted a cool cloth across his forehead. He kept looking at me like he didn't believe I was real. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep once again. Once I was sure he was asleep, I leaned over him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek I whispered."Sleep well Marcus, I'll be here when you wake up." This guy had really grown on me in the last few days. I sat down and went back to reading my book.
|
|