Chapter 2 - Getting there is half the fun.   Posted by Acheron.Group: 0
Marc
 player, 208 posts
 First Mate
Mon 27 Oct 2008
at 19:13
Re: Flight Deck
Marc looked up at the sound of Gaunt and the acrobats entering the medlab.  He could see the sorrow on the medic's face.  The feeling of lose.  Anger filled Marc.

"Get your gorram ass down here and help!" he yelled at the medic.  "She's not dead!"

Marc only knew she wasn't dead by the fact that blood kept flowing.  He still had not addressed the knife.  He wanted Gaunt to take care of that.  He did not know what kind of damage the knife had done, but the medic needed to deal with whatever it was.  Marc had no idea.
John Gaunt
 player, 121 posts
Tue 28 Oct 2008
at 01:33
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to Marc (msg #564):

Gaunt didn't say a word, but began assessing and treating the patient.  He began by hooking her up to oxygen, and starting a line of plasma.  Then he carefully lifted her onto the gurney in front of the medical computer.

"You're not going to want to be in here.  I've done this before, it's messy.  I'm not going to spend a lot of time fooling around."

With that he began the scanner, to see what was affected by the knife.

--Gaunt
John Gaunt
 player, 122 posts
Tue 11 Nov 2008
at 02:35
Re: Flight Deck
Under the scanner, what was saving Sharyn's life becomes apparent.  It's that one in a million lucky break.

If you consider being biased to the wrong side a break.  Most people, 999,999 of them out of a million are set up with their hearts on the left side.  Sharyn's is on the right side, along with her stomach and her liver is on the left side.  Like a photo that's been flipped, all her organs are on the wrong side.

So when the knife went in, it stuck her lungs, but not her heart.

Gaunt grins at Marc and Chris.  "She got lucky this time.  It also explains why she's left-handed.  Or should I say, she's still right-handed, if she wasn't backwards."

With that he gives a quick look at the acrobat, to see if he's still breathing, and begins the surgery to remove the knife from Sharyn's thoracic cavity.  "I ain't no chest-cutter, this is gonna be meatball surgery."

--Gaunt
Marc
 player, 209 posts
 First Mate
Thu 18 Dec 2008
at 00:24
Re: Flight Deck
"What do you need me to do?" Marc asked, stepping up to the table.  "Blood don't bother me."

Marc would not say it out loud, but he cared about Sharyn more than he was willing to admit.
John Gaunt
 player, 123 posts
Sat 20 Dec 2008
at 03:06
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to Marc (msg #567):

"Stand opposite me.  I'll point at the things I need and tell you what to do.  That thing over there" he points "is suction.  Let's start with that."

--Gaunt
Chris Vargas
 player, 120 posts
 Captain of the Haven
Sat 20 Dec 2008
at 16:29
Re: Flight Deck
Chris watched and then shook his head.  This should never have happened let alone on his boat.  He activated the direct link to the cockpit.  He had to figure out who on his boat was killing people, and right the list of people he knew as a matter of fact coudn't have done this was very short: Himself, Dim and obviously Sharyn.

"Dim, lock the doors and batton down the hatches.  Run all available scans and tell me where every one is right now, then review the tapes to see if you have anything from five minutes before I was up there and now."

He went through the list.  Marc and Guant were downstairs in cargo with the acrobats.  Fox, who had looked like hell, was the one who'd discovered her.  He had blood on his hands, but again, he'd been the one to find her and he'd be surprised if his hands weren't bloody.

Nardikov was still locked in his room... Rand.  No one had seen the man in over a week.

He offered up a short prayer as he watched Gaunt go to work and then let his breath out.

"Darius, I need a full head count on your people.", he waited long enough for a sign of recogintion, then turned back to his crew.

"Marc, you stay with the doc, Fox, you're with me.  From the looks of things we're going to need the hunter.  There's a killer lose on my ship and they've cut us deep."
J. Foxworth
 player, 118 posts
 Cargo handler
 Dogsbody
Fri 2 Jan 2009
at 23:15
Re: Flight Deck
"On it"
With a groan, and holding the dressing to his head with one hand, Fox heaved himself to his feet.  Swaying slightly, he moved over to the captain.
"Normally, I'd ask how you know it ain't the Hunter... but I'm agreein' with you.  Him an I got to talkin' a couple of days back an' I figure he ain't the type for this."

Fox blinked several times and shook his head slightly, then held up one hand to forestall any questions about his condition.
"I'm doin' OK, jus' don't ask me to shoot no one."
Marc
 player, 210 posts
 First Mate
Tue 7 Apr 2009
at 02:05
Re: Flight Deck
Marc pulls the suction tube from it's holder and gently places it against the wounds in Sharyn's chest.  As the blood is sucked away, he can see a clearer picture of how deep the wounds were.  Of course, the view was short lived because as soon as the tube was pulled away, blood filled the wounds again.  Marc knew that without a transfusion, Sharyn was going to have a much more difficult time.

"She needs blood," he says, wondering how much of a supply they had.  Not a lot, he was sure, because of the limited shelf life a pint of blood really had.
John Gaunt
 player, 124 posts
Tue 7 Apr 2009
at 13:27
Re: Flight Deck
Marc:
Marc pulls the suction tube from it's holder and gently places it against the wounds in Sharyn's chest.  As the blood is sucked away, he can see a clearer picture of how deep the wounds were.  Of course, the view was short lived because as soon as the tube was pulled away, blood filled the wounds again.  Marc knew that without a transfusion, Sharyn was going to have a much more difficult time.

"She needs blood," he says, wondering how much of a supply they had.  Not a lot, he was sure, because of the limited shelf life a pint of blood really had.


"We've got blood expanders and substitutes.  Absolute worst case, we can take a pint out of me, I'm O Positive.  Give me the superglue."  Gaunt works to seal up the wounds in Sharyn, using sutures and glue as necessary.

--Gaunt
Chris Vargas
 player, 121 posts
 Captain of the Haven
Mon 4 May 2009
at 18:03
Re: Flight Deck
Chris gave Marc one last look before heading off.  "You need anything, you let me know over a secure comm. I don't want whoever's attacking my crew knowing what's hit him.  Clear?"

He waited long enough for his first mate's acknowledgement before hobbling to Nardikov's quarters.

He drew a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair before knocking on the door.  This as not going to be easy or good.
John Gaunt
 player, 125 posts
Mon 4 May 2009
at 18:29
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to Chris Vargas (msg #573):

Gaunt didn't look up from where he was working.

"Just put me on the list of hitters.  The bastard that did this is going out the airlock, if I get my hands on him.  Sutures.  The blue ones.  Three point zero gut."  Mark hands him something.  "Yep, those are the right ones.  OK, time to learn how to tie a knot."

--Gaunt
Marc
 player, 216 posts
 First Mate
Sun 14 Mar 2010
at 23:09
Re: Flight Deck
"I'm betting my knots and your knots are different," Marc says.

The first mate watched as John showed him how to properly knot the suture thread.  As John moved forward, Marc finished the sutures the medic started.  As he went, Marc continued to apply suction, without John's request, clearing away the pooling blood.
John Gaunt
 player, 130 posts
Mon 15 Mar 2010
at 00:25
Re: Flight Deck
Marc:
"I'm betting my knots and your knots are different," Marc says.

The first mate watched as John showed him how to properly knot the suture thread.  As John moved forward, Marc finished the sutures the medic started.  As he went, Marc continued to apply suction, without John's request, clearing away the pooling blood.


"Probably, but we want these as small and tidy as possible.  Otherwise, I'm going to have to listen to her bitch about the scar this will leave.  Nope, take it easy."  Gaunt keeps suturing, each suture as tiny and close as possible.

--Gaunt
John Gaunt
 player, 135 posts
Wed 7 Dec 2011
at 05:06
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to J. Foxworth (msg #554):

Having finished with Sharyn, Gaunt changed his gloves, nailing the waste bin without really looking at it, turned to Foxworthy, and started examining him.  The scarred, calloused hands were surprisingly gentle.  He shined a pen light into Fox's eyes.  In the background, Fox could hear the monitor keeping a musical accompaniment to the rhythms of Sharyn's life.  Gaunt examined him where he lay against the bulkhead, under the comm unit.

"Looks like you got clobbered, but good.  You're going to have a headache for a while, but your pupils are reacting evenly.  That means no concussion or brain damage, at least no more than you've already enjoyed.  I'm going to have to glue your scalp back together, and bandage it up.  I don't think that you've had a skull fracture, but we'll be careful anyway.  Not a lot I can do about it, if it is busted."

Gaunt slid his arm under Fox's shoulder, and helped him to his feet.  They moved carefully to the other gurney, and Gaunt helped Fox lay down.

Gaunt cleaned Fox's head, washing the wound carefully with warm saline, and moving quickly with the clippers.  Blood oozed slowly from the wound, not as quickly as it did when Fox first discovered it.

"Sorry about the haircut, it's one of the reasons I've kept mine in a brush cut for all these years."

"Marc, we'll use more crazy glue on this.  Suturing a scalp is a lot of work, and the cyanoacrylate will do a better job."

The warm water washed away the dried blood and crusted scabs, as well as the trimmed hair.  The two men worked to seal the wound on Fox's scalp, falling into a rhythm.

When they were done, Gaunt looked at Marc as he placed Fox's pistol under his gun hand.  He figured that between Fox and himself, they'd be able to keep Sharyn alive.  Fox's hand tightened around the grip of the pistol, and then relaxed, finger laying alongside the trigger guard.

"I want my knife and I want my bolter.  Would you please show me the secured comms and ask the captain if I may have them back?"

With that he turned back to Sharyn, to watch the monitor.

"The first 24 will be the hardest.  If we can get her through that, we should be in the blue."

--Gaunt

This message was last edited by the player at 18:48, Mon 09 Jan 2012.

Acheron
 GM, 61 posts
 A ship called Haven
 In an uncaring universe
Mon 9 Jan 2012
at 19:03
Re: Flight Deck
Sharyn's vitals remained low but steady, and for once, things seemed to be going smoothly
J. Foxworth
 player, 122 posts
 Cargo handler
 Dogsbody
Mon 9 Jan 2012
at 23:18
Re: Flight Deck
OOC: Ok, i took far to long to reply to this - but in my defence, xmas and new year are always INSANELY BUSY when you work retail.   Even so, sorry :)


All the crew knew that it was hard to get Fox into medbay - had she been awake, Sharyn would have been able to tell Gaunt about Fox's at times open hostility toward the idea of undergoing medical care.  But now, stunned, with a bleeding headwound and Sharyn on lifesupport next to him, Fox seemed a little more biddable.

He grumbled and gave Gaunt a baleful glare as the other man worked on his headwound, watching every movement of Gaunt's hands carefully, but seemed willing to allow the treatment provided Gaunt didnt come near him with anything more threatning than hair clippers or the gluegun.

As soon as treatment was over, Fox lurched back to his feet, shrugging off any attempts to help or hinder him and stumbled back out of medlab, clinging to the doorframe for balance.

"I'm fine standin' up, quit yer fussin'."
he grumbled at no-one in particular, then looked back at Marc and Gaunt.
"Marc, you want I should unlock the locker an' get his iron?"

This message was last edited by the player at 23:18, Mon 09 Jan 2012.

John Gaunt
 player, 138 posts
Tue 10 Jan 2012
at 01:57
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to J. Foxworth (msg #579):

Gaunt reached into the cooler in the medlab, and pulled out a bottle with Chinese characters on it.  He gives it an easy lob to Fox.

"Drink this.  It's high in iron and what's not sugar, caffeine, or iron, is water.  It will help build your blood volume faster and help with the headache."
Marc
 player, 220 posts
 First Mate
Tue 10 Jan 2012
at 01:58
Re: Flight Deck
Marc thought about giving Gaunt a weapon.  He was new.  New bothered Marc at this point.  Nothing had happened to this crew before bringing on the new engineer, a new medic found in an escape capsule, and new passengers that had already proven that they were not above violence.

Marc shook his head as he turned away from Fox.  Nothing was going to be easy.  Gaunt had just helped Sharyn.  Probably saved her life.  Marc had seen the look in his eyes as he had worked.  Marc needed another pistol.

"Get it," Marc ordered.  He turned to Gaunt.  "But know that I will take great pleasure in taking it away again if I find out you had anything to do with this."  Marc turned back to Fox.  "Pairs on the new guys, Fox.  I'll wait here until you get back then I need to find the captain."
John Gaunt
 player, 139 posts
Tue 10 Jan 2012
at 02:22
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to Marc (msg #581):

"If I had anything to do with it, you can put me in the 'lock, naked.  I'll go peaceable and all."

--Gaunt
J. Foxworth
 player, 123 posts
 Cargo handler
 Dogsbody
Mon 23 Jan 2012
at 20:11
Re: Flight Deck
Fox snatched the thrown bottle out the air, but clumsily.
"Right, come on then."
Stepping out of medlab doorway, Fox twisted the the cap off the bottle and gulped down half the contents without apparantly noticing the flavour.
He was standing without having to lean on things now, although he did sway from time to time.
John Gaunt
 player, 140 posts
Mon 23 Jan 2012
at 20:45
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to J. Foxworth (msg #583):

Gaunt followed Fox out into the ship, without a word.  He moved silently, a large, tattooed shadow, behind Fox.
J. Foxworth
 player, 124 posts
 Cargo handler
 Dogsbody
Mon 23 Jan 2012
at 23:54
Re: Flight Deck
Fox too was mostly silent until they reached the arms locker on B deck.  Having unlocked the locker and reached into it, Fox paused with his hand on a weapon and looked up at Gaunt.

As he looked up at the big combat medic, Fox once again snapped through the automatic observation/analysis routine he couldn't seem to avoid any time he examined someone close up.  Although sometimes useful, it was a habit that disturbed him; this constant calculation of how he would, if he had to, go about killing the person in front of him.
He's larger and heavier.  He'll hit hard and will have better reach.  Your possibly quicker, but your head wound will slow you.  He's ex-army, so expect some form of close quarter training.  Aim to disable with your first strike.  Strike for the throat or eyes, or a limb break.

Gaunt of course, was unaware of this little internal monologue, all he saw was the wiry cargo handler look up at him with a oddly abstracted expression before blinking several times as if to focus.
Fox slowly withdrew a firearm from the locker and looked it over.
"Seems to me that we ain't really got along since you came onboard..."
he said quietly.
"I was always too busy lookin' for threats, tryin' to keep everyone safe.  Reckon I made more than a few enemies.  Some of them don' bother hidin' it."  Fox nodded in the direction of the cargo-hold and the acrobats, then he pulled a magazine from the cabinet and slotted it into the gun.  Standing, he chambered the first round and then flipped the gun round and held it by the barrel for Gaunt to take.
"'Fore we move forward, figure its time we both know where we stand, John."

Holding the loaded weapon out, Fox watched John Gaunt carefully and waited.

This message was last edited by the player at 23:58, Mon 23 Jan 2012.

John Gaunt
 player, 141 posts
Tue 24 Jan 2012
at 03:20
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to J. Foxworth (msg #585):

"I don't know you well enough to be mad at you.  I figure everybody needs more time to prove that they're a dick before I decide that they are.  And I'll tell you you're being a dick before I take it personal.  I've spent most of my adult life on ships.  You either get along, beat the crap out of each other or transfer.  I'm not in the mood to fight you, and there's no ship to transfer to.  That leaves getting along."

He holds his palm up, for Fox to place the pistol in his palm.

"Right now, we have the same idea.  We got someone who needs shooting.  We know it's not us.  So let's go figure out who it is, and shoot the right person."


--Gaunt
J. Foxworth
 player, 125 posts
 Cargo handler
 Dogsbody
Mon 30 Jan 2012
at 14:32
Re: Flight Deck
Fox grunted and almost smiled.
"Glad t'see we don' need to worry 'bout each other right now." he said as he handed Gaunt the pistol and its holster.  Another quick rummage produced Gaunt's knife.  Fox tested the edge on his thumb for a moment before handing it over and sealing the locker.

Shooing Gaunt ahead of him out the airlock, Fox engaged the doors codelock again.
"Now, lets get back up to medlab an' see if we can't figure this out."
John Gaunt
 player, 142 posts
Mon 30 Jan 2012
at 17:24
Re: Flight Deck
In reply to J. Foxworth (msg #587):

Gaunt pulled the slide on his bolter, and made sure there was a round in the chamber, then kept it in his right hand, finger along the frame.

"Roger."

He led this time, silently as before.