Flash did an aerial search of the local area but didn't find much among the debris and ruined vehicles.


Search: 6

Devon had wasted no time in pulling the cover off one of the vehicles control panel and was quickly sorting through the tangle of wires connected to one of the circuit boards he'd exposed.  "Normally  I'd say - _{theres one.} - I'd say go ahead. _{and the other...} But I dont think this will take too long."
Producing a small wire cutter from his tool kit, Devon quickly cut both wires and stripped the insulation off the ends.  A small pair of crocodile clips were swiftly attached and the shipjacker connected the wires to new spots on the circuit board.
"And do me a favour?  Dont call me Mister Seven - that's my Dads name."

Straightening up, Devon sat back in the drivers seat and thumbed the starter button.  The speeders engine came to life instantly.  He revved the engine a few times, then shhut it down again.  He grinned at Fiarr.
"Told you it wouldn't take long.  Lets see if we can get this thing free from that wreckage thats jammed up its ass.  Maybe theres something in the back that can help us... maybe we can get the rear doors open - that'd be good."

Squeezing between the seats into the speeders and into its cargo space, Devon hunted round quickly for anything useful, then tried the rear doors.

Fiarr shrugged.  "As you wish Master Seven.  Or do you perhaps prefer Seven Junior?"

"Now Master Seven Junior, do you want me on lookout or helping you with the truck?  I can't do both jobs effectively."

While Kyvarr and Dohr were still nearby he updated them on the plan.  "Okay guys, just got filled in.  Plan is we're bugging out to our ship and getting out of here.  Our friends will acquire a speeder and bring it back here.  Then we load everyone up and drop them at the nearest medical centre.  Kyvarr, Dohr, I've been told to offer you an invite to join us at our ship.  You can leave with us if you want off this rock.  While we do so we can discuss if you might wish to join us."

Arin begun estimating on how he could get down the hole with his swoop in the safest manner possible. As demonstrated by Mika's plummet, the plastcrete was not exactly stable along the edges and getting a repulsorlift vehicle past them without causing yet another collapse would probably require some tricky flying.

Arin could not help thinking about the civilian situation as well. He would have liked to help the innocent locals, but it was a risk and the team had their own priorities - to get their own in to safety and out of the mess, they had no part in. If Heigren and the others could help some civilians without putting the misdion at a risk, then so be it. But with the anarchy in the streets the chances, at least to Arin's estimate that based on the facts he knew, were slim.

Kyvarr simply nodded then limped back to her post.  She'd tensed at first when Vyn had said they were abandoning the post.  She'd been about to protest she wouldn't leave the civilians unguarded when he'd talked about a medical centre.  That made sense.

Dohr listened to the exchange between the human and the Twi'lek with only half an ear. He'd had a good look at everyone in the cafe and felt like sighing in relief. The injuries were mostly superficial and would be easy to take care of. But yet he felt no relief as he knew the woman with striped lekku was right. Bandaging the injured at the cafe wouldn't even be scratching the surface of the countless victims of the acts of terror that by the sound of it appeared to be taking place in a much broader area than "just" the block of the Grand.

Having cleaned it properly first, the doctor applied a bandaid and gauze on a fairly nasty-looking wound on the leg of a human waitress. At the clinic he would've sutured the wound, but he wasn't sure he had the time to do it know. He always carried the needed equipment with him of course, but since the cut would've required only a few stitches, he settled for lighter treatment for now. The girl would be fine until she would be able to visit the hospital or a private surgery. Before moving to the next patient, Dohr stood up and nodded to the Twi'lek. "I agree. We should be looking for other injured people, but I am not convinced the streets are safe enough for us to do so. We will accomplish nothing by getting ourselves, and possible others in the process, killed while looking for people in need of help. I know it does not feel good to stay in here while thousands are probably injured or even dead. It certainly eats me up inside… But I know I am of more use in here for now. Yet… should you wish to go out there, I will not stand in your way."

The Kel Dor returned to his work, but was almost immediately stopped by Vyn's words. He couldn't help turning his masked head from the Zabrak with a twisted wrist to cast a look of disbelief at the Zeltron. He felt like calling it bullshit or asking whether Mr. Teckla was sure about it. But Dohr knew it would've been stupid and useless. What Vyn had said, made sense. A targeted act of terrorism or a military strike would've been more precise. Had they wanted to take out the floor of the party for example, it would've been much simpler and "cleaner" than the mess Dohr, Fiarr and Kyvarr had nearly been buried under. Someone wanted to wreak havoc with the attacks; to sink the whole city-planet into the depths of chaos. Dohr nodded to Vyn and turned back to the Zabrak to carry on.

When the Zeltron spoke again a little later, Doctor Veen had taken care of almost all of the hurt people in the cafe. Fortunately for him and especially the wounded ones, excluding Kyvarr's leg, a broken collarbone had been the most serious of the injuries. Apparently the place of the interview had changed for quite obvious reasons, but the new one was still a surprise to Dohr. An invitation to the group's ship was a major step forward…

"Mr. Teckla… Vyn. I will gladly accept your invitation. There is only so much one doctor can do in this situation and no matter how much I would like to stay back and help the Akarian people, my efforts would not make a big difference. I am very pleased to hear you will also transport everyone else to a MedCenter. It will make leaving this place behind a lot easier." There was a short pause as the doctor thought it over: "However, I would like to make one small request, if you do not mind… I have some items of personal importance stored away in the storage locker of the Customs Office and I would very much like to recover them before we take off. I wonder if there would be time for such a thing?"

Heigren shrugged at the mention of not abandoning the wounded.  He wouldn't do that, regardless of who made the order.

"Customs office is at the spaceport and we're going to the spaceport.  I see no issue.

Now what do you need in order to get your patients ready to move?  We should be ready when the others get back."
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Dohr nodded to Vyn. "Thank you." He had a quick look at everyone at the cafe. "If we can have ten to fifteen minutes, we should be ready to go. Oh and if you could try and find me some ice. Mack here… " The doctor pointed at an older human male dressed in an office suit. "… could use some to ease the pain and swelling on his shoulder."

The Kel Dor then turned to the Cathar. "Kyvarr, could you help me out a little too? If you could grab that table cloth and help me turn it into a sling to tie Mack's arm close to his body with his hand above his elbow. Try to fold it into a triangular shape, please. Thank you."

"You've got plenty of people to act as your medic doctor, I have other duties.  And quite frankly if all that guy needs is some ice he should be helping us out.  In war if you're not dying you keep going.  The doctors at the hospital can deal with minor ailments."

"hah!" said Devon as he scrambled back out of the truck. "look what I found."  reaching back inside he produced a couple of lengths of sturdy looking rope and a toolkit.  "Should come in useful for..." Devon tailed off and frowned, head cocked to one side as he listened to a message coming in over his commlink.  Then he turned to face Fiarr and said almost formally.

"OK.  It looks like the groups going to be pulling out as soon as we can.  We'll be using this truck to get civilians to some place safe, then heading back to our transport.  You and the others we were supposed to be meeting?  Come with us if you want - we'll do an interview or whatever sometime when half the city aint falling on us."

"Your call of course, Kyvarr. And you would certainly be absolutely right, if this was a war and if he was a soldier like you and I. But he is an elderly civilian with a broken collarbone, which can be extremely painful and will limit his capability to act as "my medic". Also, with a compound fracture like the one he's got, it is very important to reduce the swelling as soon as possible in case surgery is needed later on. And do not worry, I can get the tablecloth myself too."

It was his bad, Dohr knew. He'd forgotten the warrior mindset of the Cathar. He'd seen soldiers like her in his life before - dozens of them. Unfortunately most, if not all, of them were dead now. And he'd probably seen just as much or even more of war during his two decades as soldier as Kyvarr had. He knew the drill. Therefore, it was his bad and he would not hold it against her.

The Kel Dor stood up, limped the few steps to the table, picked up the cloth, neatly folded into a triangle and returned to Mack. "Gently pull your arm with your free hand against your chest… A little higher… That is it. Good…" A couple of minutes and more than a few grunts from the human later, the sling was ready and the arm was bound.
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Kyvarr was unmoved.  Broken clavicles didn't kill someone or prevent them walking.  "I'm no medic doc but I've had my share of broken bones and I know ice wont do a damn thing for a compound fracture.  Don't you have a medical bag, some opiates perhaps?  Surely this place has a first aid kit of some sort, a medpac or two.  Most places do."

Without waiting for a response, Kyvarr searched the cafe, especially the employee section for any signs of medical equipment.  She called for the Zeltron and any able civilians to do likewise.  Anything she finds she brings straight to Dohr to help him treat patients.


Search Roll - 15

Dohr watched Kyvarr go and smiled behind his mask. He'd already said what the ice was for and wasn't about to repeat himself. It wasn't the army way. Then again he wasn't in military service right now and definitely not the Cathar's superior.

There were also psychological reasons behind his request for the ice. The doctor knew Vyn wanted to help those in need as well, but appeared to lack any medical skills to let him treat their injuries. The ice would help take away some of Mack's pain by numbing the nerves around the fractured bone, but more importantly it was a relief for the shocked mind.

Location: The Hole

M4-10 shows up very swiftly, bobbing up and down in front of Arin before speaking.  "Message for Talon Five from my mistress, Talon Ten.  Message follows:"  Then it plays the recording of Mika's voice.  "...tell him that I found the taxi and it looks like they got out and left, that comms are not working down here."  It switches back to its own voice immediately afterward.  "I am to await a response if you wish to provide one.  Do you have a response?"

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Location: The Café

The Twi'lek seems extremely dissatisfied with Dohr's recommendation but accepts that he has a point.  She relents the matter with only a mutter of, "Okay, yeah, but I hate sitting here."  Like all of the civilians she is willing to help as best she can; tragedy brings people together for the most part, after all.

Mack is not in a good way.  The pain of his injury is sufficient to keep him in shock and the apparent callousness of the Cathar alarms him.  "I ain't a soldier," he protests weakly, "I program holo-pets for a living!"

Movement at the café entrance alarms all of the civilians but it is only a few more survivors turning up.  "Anyone alive in here - oh, thank the stars!"  It's a couple of women and a man, all of them Duros, wearing what looks to be some kind of uniform.  A bright logo on the backs of their jackets says, 'Asteroids!' and has a stylised picture of an asteroid rolling through space.

The man is fine, though a bit bruised.  One of the women looks untouched.  The other woman, however, it a mess.  She's breathing very heavily and coughing up blood, one of her legs is smashed - the knee bends all the wrong way - and it's all the other two can do to drag her along.  She looks like she's only just keeping a grip on consciousness.

"Is there a doctor here?" the Duros man asks urgently.  "Jana needs help!  I think she's dying!"


Kyvarr, meanwhile, has found the partially used medkit previously mentioned - and that's it.  It's really just a first aid kit and it's now mostly used up.

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Location: The Streets

Devon is working swiftly and skilfully with the truck and speeder debacle.  Anyone who knows what they're doing would have to be impressed at the man's competence.  He thinks with just a couple of cuts and a quick tow with the swoop bikes he'd be able to pull the sport speeder free, no problem.  It'd be... maybe two standard minutes of work with the fusion cutter and another one or two with the tow ropes.

The medkit Kyvarr found was unfortunately of no use in Mack's case and Dohr needed to dig into his own emergency kit. He pulled out a small, padded bag containing all the drugs he carried with him at all times. He'd needed the kit numerous times before on Det Akari and this was another example of the sort of situation he carried it around for. He only had six injections of Nyex left, but the elderly programmer needed one now. The doctor readied the injection pistol with quick, precise, well practiced movements and gave Mack the analgesic shot.

Dohr was about to call everything "done" to Vyn, when he noticed new people entering the cafe as three Duros wearing uniforms walked in. Or walked wasn't the word, as a woman and a man were dragging along another female in terrible state. Knowing Mr. Mack would be a lot better in a couple of minutes, Dohr nearly bounced up with surprising speed and limped to the trio. The ER surgeon in him took over immediately and he started yelling orders to his left and right. "Clear a table! Get me a clean, hot water! Find something, preferably pieces of plaststeel for a splint! I need clean linens! Try to find a movable lamp and pure alcohol, as strong as they come."

It was clear Major Dohr Veen wouldn't take "no" for an answer. He removed the used disposable gloves and put on another, unused pair and moved in to help the Duros carry their friend to the makeshift operating table. Once again, the MedScanner was already in his hand when the latest patient was gently lowered down. As he started moving the scanner over the damaged body, Dohr called out to Heigren: "Vyn, what is the time of arrival estimation of our ride? This might take a bit longer than we what have before your friends get here."

Arin turned at Mika's droid. "Tell your mistress to stay put and I'll join her in a sec." It was as simple as that. Hopefully Mika would comply.

"M4-Five, I need you to come up here and show me the navigational data Eleven sent to you", he said in to the comlink. He wanted to see the tunnels first and to figure out a bit more about where Sheila might have gone with CC-9. The tunnels were probably vast and there was no point in flying around them for hours. It was better to concentrate the search to the regions that would make most sense. Where would she go? And the same goes for the droid. It thinks logically and most likely tries to get the tactical advantage. He was certain, he could figure them out.

Finishing her failed search for extra supplies she returned to Mack.  She looked him square in the face.  "You need to be strong.  I can't help your pain and I'm sorry for that.  What I can promise is that I will get you to safety or die in the attempt."

The conviction in her tone suggested she meant every word.  She couldn't save them all but she would save these few.  It was like Praxis IV all over again.

Seeing the newcomers she pointed.  "Say strong Mack.  Right now there are others who need the doctor more."

As the doctor began to roar orders like an officer, Kyvarr fell back into her old sergeant's role.  There wasn't an officer alive who could outbellow a sergeant.  Officers gave orders but it was the noncomms who got it done.

"You, bring the doc those supplies.  You two stay with the doc and do what he needs.  You, run and get what he wants.  You, stay with the other injured.  You two, get back on watch.  Next time our visitors could be the people who bombed this place.  Pay attention!"  She wasn't happy her lookouts hadn't warned her of the approaching civilians and her tone betrayed that.  She grabbed the heavy light and muscled it over to the table Dohr was using.  Then she left him to do his work.  She needed to keep her focus out, not in.

Ensuring the lookouts' focus was out not in, she turned to the uninjured Duros pair.  She grabbed them and swung them around to face her.

"Who are you?  What happened?" she growled as she quickly and not-to-gently frisked them for weapons.  She knew it was probably overkill but she was responsible for the lives of everyone in here.  She had to be sure this wasn't an elaborate trap.

If they had no weapons and seemed okay, Kyvarr allowed them to return to their friend while she went back on patrol.

She shouted at Heigren.  "Vyn, give me your comm and callsign.  I'll handle comms, you help the doc."


OOC:  Sergeant mode engaged!
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Fiarr kept watch on the road.  She was impressed with what little of Devon's work she saw.  For all his boasting he seemed to make the job of starting the truck and clear the debris look easy.  If the rest of the team he belonged to were this efficient, perhaps they were a group she could work with.

She'd loved to have paid more attention but she needed to stay on watch, distraction could get them all killed.

Heigren was stunned rigid for a moment as Kyvarr blurted commands at him.  He handed over his commlink and muttered "Uh, no call sign, just Vyn." then turned towards Dohr.

As he walked he couldn't stop thinking about the Cathar.  She was abrupt, she was authorative, she was. . .frakking turning him on!  He couldn't deny the stirring in his groin.  The Cathar was no looker, but the way she ruthlessly gave orders and took charge had him envisioning what she could do in bed.

He shook the thought of for now, wished he had a cold shower to step in and moved to the doctor's side.  The sight of the wounded Duros's leg brought him back to reality quickly.

"What do you need me to do Doc?"
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Kyvarr took the commlink and inspected it for a moment.  Looked advanced, encrypted most likely.  Security grade, possibly even military grade.  Not a bad piece of tech.

She decided to use her old military nickname for now.  It was as good as anything.  "This is Hammer, taking over for Vyn.  We have injured needing urgent medical attention.  Need ETA on transport over."
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Kyvarr growled to herself.  She knew the request was sensible comm security but she was feeling impatient.  "Vyn is holding some Duros's shredded leg in place for the doc to try to sew back on.  Wait one."

She holds the commlink to Vyn's ear.  "Kindly tell your awfully polite friend to stop fucking around and talk to me."
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His mind was a whir.  He'd seen his share of trauma and death in his time.  It came with leaving on an Imperial world but helping Dohr as he examined the Duros's leg was testing his constitution.  There was blood and bone and things he didn't even want to know what they were strewn about.

When Kyvarr spoke and thrust the comm at his face he gasped and stammered for a sec.  Then he spoke.

"Uh. . .hello?  Seven is that you?"

Once Kyvarr was 'approved' she stuck the comm back in her ear and took up station near the door.

She turned on the comm.  "Hammer here.  ETA on transport over?"

"Understood Five.  Out."  As an afterthought she added.  "One more thing.  We're crtitically low on medical supplies.  If you spot any, please bring them when you return with transport."

Having received 'Five's' instructions she decided to go herself.  An underground passage meant another method enemies could enter the cafe.

"Going to check the basement for an access point.  Vyn come with me if the Doc can spare you."

If Vyn didn't come she would take a civilian.  Her wounded leg was going to hamper her ability to move about.  She bit down the pain that was tearing up her leg.  She had work to do.

Once she was joined she headed into the basement to look for a tunnel.
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