Rain lets Arlo get close to the dinosaur whose name he now knows is Gaytha. “I don’t know if you can hear, but we are listening.”

While he waits Arlo begins to rub against Gaytha as he makes low mewling noises to further comfort her.

The older man immediately pulls the plug on his attempted mental link, rubbing his temple and looking somewhat dazed...

"Hello?  Oh ^{thank you _{for stopping!  And} thank you _{for not scaring Gaytha.  She's had a} bad _{day already.}  Can} you help me?  Please?  I'm hurt and don't think I should move, ^{and I'm too far from the road _{to really signal.  I- I need a favor,} please,} if you'd come and hear me out..."

He tries to make sense of the words over the ringing in his head, with partial success...

Roam continues to run his hands over the Trike, while listening to the message.  His eyes shift to Rain when he answers and waits for the reply.

His mind starts analyzing details...
How far from the road is he?
How long will it take to get to him?
Will the pilgrims be safe on the road while he goes to get him?
He mentioned not moving, will he need medical attention?


His lips pursed as a final thought occurred to him...  Was anyone using this as a trick to lure people off the road?

"I can hear you!  Please, you're some of the first that were willing to help Gaytha instead of trying to kill her or run her off.  I'm Mira and-."  The voice breaks off in a gasp of repressed pain before resuming. "I broke my leg, and was burned.  You can follow..." Mira's voice trails off again, but this time it sounds more like she was distracted.  "There's some clicking sound over here, I don't know... Please hurry!  Gaytha, come home girl!  Follow her, she'll lead you to me!"

Rain quickly unties a length of rope from his saddle and loops it over the triceratops horns and ties it off on one of Arlos, “Be a good girl and take us to Mira.”

He turns to the others, “Arlo and I will try to keep her from bolting too fast.  Let’s not run headlong into trouble.”

"Of course we will help you, Mira. We'll follow gaytha, but give us any information you can. How badly are you hurt?"

Jesikah whistles for Blue, who follows her with quick, pounding footsteps thudding like a heartbeat on the road. "Keep on your best alert, Blue. We have to help someone here."

Blue chirps a response, a surprising sound for such a powerful animal, and swings her big head this way and that, keen senses scanning the jungle for dangers. Certainly those dangers abound, but they're somewhat lessened, Jesikah muses, when you travel in the company of a tyrannosaur.

OOC
• 14:21, Today: Jesikah rolled 15 using 1d20.  Command Blue (perception).

Jesikah gains an asset on all perception-related tasks when Blue helps her here.

As the ringing in his head subsides, the older man is able to focus upon Mira's response.

After Jesikah's query, he adds in a reassuring voice, "I'm a doctor, Mira.  Help is on the way."

Roam looked back at the people on the road and the group all pulling together to go help this woman.  "I'm  a tracker, but I can't abandon these people here."

He walked over toward Gaytha and asked "Mira, how far approximately are you?"

There's a pause from the transmitter, and then a faint.  "Thank you, thank you so much.  I'm... I'm not sure how far I am away.  Gaytha had to take some detours, and my distance positioner is on the fritz.  Just follow her; she always comes back to me."

There's a faint pop and a click, then Gaytha turns and heads abruptly back into the bush.  Following along in the very large and obvious path of the trike, you walk for close to thirty minutes before you come across a tight copse of thick trees.  In the half-fallen shade of one, a slim hand reaches out and nudges aside what you realize is a camouflage blanket.  It's a woman, perhaps mid-twenties, with an ashy hue under her dark complexion, her hair once tightly braided, but now loosening.  The state of her clothes and hair implies she's been through some ordeal, as she's dirty, disheveled, and scratched all over.  Her dark eyes are huge in her thin face, and her hand shakes.  Her leg is strapped between two sticks and tied with sections of vine very crudely.  A pack at her back allows her to stay sitting up, because it's clear that otherwise she might be flat out.

In the branches above her head, Click is lounging, tail slowly curling and uncurling, the alphadon looking downright smug.

"Storm," she says shortly in explanation. "Time terror.  Caught the edge of it.  I'd very much like to pass out now?"

Jesikah is, perhaps more than most, very concerned over the cause of Mira's distress. She hurries over to the woman and presses a hand to her forehead, then curls an arm beneath Mira's head. "Here, take some water. Just a bit at a time." She retrieves her flask from her pack and offers a few sips to Mira.

"I've been there. Right through the heart of one. Just relax, and let us make sure you are okay. We have a doctor here." Even as she speaks, though, Jes feels Mira's wrist for a pulse, checks her breathing. She knows better than almost anyone what horrors a time terror can wreak on the unprepared.

"No passing out. You'll be okay. Trust me, you can get through it. But we need to get you checked out."

Roam watched as the woman tended to the injured lady.  He pulled his laser rifle and started searching the immediate area around Mira.  If there was a time terror, he needed to make sure it was not a threat.

Roam's eyes scanned the trees.  He started moving in a tight orbit around the group.

The older man hastens to the injured woman with Jesikah, and activates his autodoc as Jesikah settles in with her.

"Hi, Mira.  I'm a doctor.  Stay with us just a bit longer.  What hurts, and how much, on a scale of one to ten?"

He looks empathicly at the injured woman, literally feeling her pain, and starts processing the information from the autodoc...

Leaving the two ceratops tied together, Rain slides down the side of his mount, “Wait, Arlo.  Make nice with your new friend, ok?”

Arlo trumpets in response while Rain goes to help Oiktirmon and Mira in turn,“If you can get her ready to travel I’ll see what I can put together to let her ride out on Arlo or Gaytha. His attention shifts to the wounded woman, “I’ll pack your things.  Is there anything I should know about in them?”

Cascade had been following along with the group but his attention had been devoted to studying the intricacies of a chunk of crystal he had found along the road. After the figuring out what the disturbance was Cascade followed the others as the rushed off into the jungle to aid someone in distress.

After the triceratops lead them to the injured lady Cascade moved forward and quickly scanned the young woman and the surrounding area as he patted Nosy's head.

Following Bumpy at a quick pace, Esuml stops with the group as her companion snuffles at the wounded human.

"Bumpy, give gramps some space!" She chides gently, giving her dino friend a firm scritch on the neck and ears. "Sorry, he gets enthusiastic!"

Her smile doesn't wain a tick as she sees Oiktirmon go to work. "He's kind-of the best. He'll make you right as rain. Hm... Time thing, you said? Hmmmm..."

Almost unconsciously, Esuml pulls a pack of cards from her pouch and cuts and shuffles them with one hand as she turns about slowly, her eyes losing focus.

"Lemme see what I can see..."

"I know, I know, but it hurts and..." her face crumples and she seems quite distressed.  Even so, Mira tries to sip the water, knowing that with Grevakc's heat and her injury, dehydration would kill her as swiftly as an angry dinosaur.






"Leg mostly, and the only reason I'm not screaming is because I had a roll of dupe on me."  Dupe, you all know, is a mild hallucinogenic and euphoric made from an herb that's rolled up and smoked.  "It was the only thing I had-." She cuts herself off and winces.

Oiktirmon, you can see she fractured her tibia, an open fracture, and there's some debris in the site.  Likely it was hit by a flying piece of wood during the storm.  From the state of her clothes, her story of being caught on the edge of the time terror seems plausible.  Also, it looks like she drug herself away and hid herself before tending much to her wound.



Mira has to concentrate on breathing for a few minutes before answering.  "Just the packs I'm up against. Just keep them shut and try not to drop them?" she gasps out.



Cascade activates his optic scanner implants as Nosy sticks his nose into all and sundry.  Click gives some clicks of annoyance as the fellow alphadon snuffles everything thoroughly. 



The alphadons complain as Bumpy tries to stick his snout in, and it takes Esuml a few tries to get him out of the way before he bangs into Oiktirmon.  Finally Bumpy goes to make friends with Gaytha again.

Esuml lets her eyes focus on what she can see.  T

Roam kneeled at the vehicle tracks and scanned about where they crossed through where the time terror was.  He scraped his fingers through the dirt feeling how compacted it was.  Slowly he stood and walked in the same direction as the tracks, his laser rifle cradled in his arms.
Careful not to step directly on the tracks of the vehicles or the argoraptors, he followed them for 20 yards.  Roam turned around and walked back to the group around Mira.  It was obvious she was in a state of discomfort, but he needed to check if this was trouble or not.
"Ma'am, what vehicles were here?  It appears they came through after the time terror.  This is the same terror you were caught in?  Do you remember this?"

RPoL Dice Roller:

15:00, Today: Oiktirmon rolled 8 using 1d6+3.
15:00, Today: Oiktirmon rolled 9 using 1d20.  Mira healing attempt DT2 with extra healing effort .

The older man nods empathicly as he scritches Bumpy for a moment.

"Yes, dragging yourself around with an open fracture of your tibia was probably not very pleasant... but you should be feeling better in just a bit."

He sets to work calmly, first easing her pain, then cleaning the wound, then setting the bone, then healing the damage.  He focuses intently as he interfaces with the autodoc, looking slightly paler as he works from the effort...
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Esuml looks briefly at her cards, almost absently, and the normal smile tinges with a little bit of sorrow. The cards get quickly placed back in her pouch, and she walks over to watch the medical attention (and to play a little with Bumpy).

Rain does what he can to prepare Arlos harness for her equipment while leaving the backpacks that are propping her up in place.

Mira's face smooths out as Oiktirmon works, finally relaxing into profound relief as the combination of drugs and microsurgery, with the osteon's skill, make her leg whole again.

"Thank you, thank you so much.  Please, what's your name?  Are you with SATI?"



Mira cranes her head over a little, winces, and nods.  "We- there was a- I saw a bambiraptor, blue and yellow."  She stops as Rain uses the packs to keep her upright so she can talk.  Even with the healing, it's clear Mira has been through an ordeal, and also clear she's becoming very nervous.

"I...  Are any of you with SATI?"

"No, I am not affiliated with SATI." Jes shakes her head firmly. She knows better than to fall in with them — as one of few survivors of a time terror, and irrevocably changed by the experience, she would be worth quite a bit in their labs. "And believe it or not, I can understand what you're going through." Jesikah offers a hand to Mira. "More than most people on this wonderfully wild planet. Come, let us help you. We can figure out what those tracks belong to...."

"I am Oktirmon.  'Peace be unto you.'  I am not from SATI."



The older man feels Mira's increasing nervousness, and gives her a reassuring and meaningful glance.

"Sometimes my patients need more than just healing.  Are you in need of any other help, friend Mira?"
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Something about Mira's answer to Roam felt vague and evasive.  Especially that she started to answer with a "We".

Roam watched the others continue to work and bit his lip for a second.  Maybe she meant Gaytha, but....
He moved over to look at Gaytha and Mira's tracks near the time terrors location and back tracked them for a bit.  Were they alone when they got near it?  Which direction did they come from?  What was she hiding?

Rain listens to the conversation before interjecting his thoughts, “Mira, none of us are opposed to SATI...  Just not members.  They’re pretty exclusive about membership, but that does lead me to a question.  Mira, for completeness sake do you know what year it is?”