Under normal circumstances the St. Denao Hispital probably rises majestically above the surrounding buildings like a mighty monument, tall and gleaming, a marvel of modern science.  It is clearly the main hospital for the entire city and is, indeed, larger than the Grand Hotel was (prior to its summary destruction).  The streets around it are intentionally wide and clear, facilitating the large volume of traffic found around any major hospital.  Had the speeder lanes been active they'd probably have seen streams of speeders elegantly flying in and out; as it is the speeders arriving and leaving, high up in the air, are like maddened bees around a threatened hive.

The buildings immediately surrounding the hospital are intact.  Not one has been touched; the place is an island amidst a sea of chaos and ruin.  Whatever the reasons, the gangs (and their mysterious controlling agents, if they have any) have chosen to leave St. Denao's free and unharmed.

The convoy finds the roads to and from the hospital blocked off by security guards armed with heavy blaster rifles.  They flag the convoy down to road level and stop the swoop bikes and the van.  They seem ready for trouble but not immediately threatening.

"You got wounded?" one of them asks.  "If you ain't got wounded you gotta go back the way you came; road's closed."

"We got wounded, a couple are critical."  Flash called pointing to the truck.

"Doc in the back said we have to get one to the hospital urgently.  He can tell you more if you need."

Heigren brushed his hair with his fingers, casually activating his comm.  He knew Devon and Dohr wouldn't be able to see what was happening.

"We've got a road block here.  Looks like security guards with some heavy armament.  Two is talking to them."

Kyvarr casually slipped Dohr's flechette pistol out of her pocket and pushed it across the seat to Heigren keeping her move hidden from view.

"If I give the order, pick that up and start blasting."

She seriously hoped it didn't come to a fight.  They were outmanned and outgunned.  She chose the weakest point in the blockade.  That's where she'd ram through if needed.
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Devon nodded in response to Heigrens message.
"Hey, talking is better than shooting.  Lets give 'em a minute and see what happens."

He looked across at Dohr.
"There's a roadblock." Devon explained.  "Looks official.  Forim is talking to them now."

Fiarr sat quietly on her swoop.  She wasn't totally sure what was happening but she could see the roadblock ahead.  She waited to follow Flash's lead.

The guard nods to the other guard, who lifts his rifle about three inches - not enough to point it at anyone but plenty to make it clear that funny business is not the kind of business one should now be trying.

On the bright side if anyone does try anything and survives the firefight the guards will probably drag them in and get someone to take them into the hospital, so... good with the bad, you know.

The first guard heads around to look into the van and speak with Dohr; without waiting he pulls the back door of the van open (not the best procedure for a guard but he is probably stressed and running on stimulants).  His eyes go wide when he sees the injured Duros.

"Priority three!" he yells to the other guard, who immediately gets out of the way.  "Take 'em through!"  Without waiting to talk to the doc he closes the door and waves the convoy in, glancing down the road now and then cautiously.  While the gangs seem to have elected to leave this place alone the security force are clearly not taking chances.

Flash gave a half-wave, half-salute to the guard, checked his map quickly then signalled the truck to get moving.

Kyvarr quickly got the speeder moving again.  The sooner they got the civilians to safety the better.  She headed straight for the emergency receiving area.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:59, Wed 22 Jan 2014.