Everybody is now moved into this thread. We are officially out of combat. Anyone may be in any part of the ship or outside of the ship as she or he desires. Unless specified otherwise, I will assume that everyone is speaking American.

The mist all around finally begins to break up and fall to the earth as fresh dew. In the clear sight, the extent of damage from combat becomes apparent. The rusting hulk of a battleship which has stood here for untold years has two holes in its sides. A ghoul's body lays in the sleeping chamber inside the belly of the ship. The headless bodies of several vampires are scattered around.

Vanquished monsters: a male secondary vampire (formerly a dwarven operator), one shade (failed attempt at creating a vampire who came out weak, human doctor), a male secondary vampire wilderness scout (the coyote-bat), two female ghoul-vampires (failed attempts at creating vampires but remained in the grave too long before rising), one large male wild vampire (the troll, had been a peaceful druid before unlife), one female secondary vampire (human wilderness scout), and Severance (secondary vampire from male orc gunfighter). Non-vampire monsters includes a single grave ghoul and the syphon entities within four false-rune weapons.

Looted weapons: three remaining false-rune weapons, one vibro-sword shaped like a machete, two vibro-knives, one Wilk's laser rifle, one Wilk's laser pistol, and Severance's antique JA-11 Assassin Laser Rifle from the Golden Age. All the captured high explosive grenades were used in the fight, but the rest are recoverable.

Other gear: five robot horses (Arabian models, must be reprogrammed by someone with Computer Operations or Robot Electronics before they will key to a new owner), four false-rune weapons which do match the general design of those which the Lumberjacks uncovered previously. There are no other bodies here, but bits of bone and human teeth are scattered around the dirt room. The operator had an electronics lab near the brig where he was tinkering where all sorts of things, none of them look particularly valuable other than the laser-wielder which was already picked up. The brig itself has a Wilk's laser scalpel left behind.

Quest items: If he inspects the bodies of the fallen, Lucas will find the Apache woman that he was asked to track. She had been turned into a vampire and was using the captured Wilk's laser weapons on the top deck of the ship. The rune sword remains missing. The prisoner who reportedly smelled like a dragon is not here either.

In the medical bay: This is where the shade was performing some sort of an extensive series of experiments. It is clear that prisoners were brought here before being drained. Pelts of mortal skin are stretched out and dried across the room, each containing tattoos of varying quality.

Calista Will help with investigations and proper dispatching of vampire corpses.

Ethan finished his scanning his surroundings and finding no threats, dropped his laser rifle to the low ready position. As was her want, his wife set about searching and whenever found, permanently dispatching vampires. For his part Ethan wanted to explore the relatively undamaged looking bridge but that would have to wait until after he had assured himself there were no wounded that needed attending. To that end Ethan followed the sounds of the other Lumberjacks, eventually finding Nyx and the trio of strangers.

The combat medic spotted the makeshift bandage on the extraordinarily pale, bald man and the blood that had soaked through it. He takes off his helmet and nods his head at the injured man. “I’m a medic, a healer,” he says to him in American, pointing at the red caduceus on the left shoulder of his body armor. “I can take a look at your wound if you’ll permit.”

Ethan had always thought using the caduceus was funny and a perfect example of just how hard it could be to change a long established tradition. The winged rod with its twin snakes had long been used to symbolize medicine in the Western world, especially in the United States of America, his homeland. It was funny to him because as a student of both history and medicine, Ethan knew that the caduceus was actually the symbol of Hermes, Greek god of speed, among other things, none of which dealt medicine. It was in fact the Rod of Asclepius, which had no wings and only a single snake, that was the symbol of the god of medicine of the same name. “Yet we still use the caduceus,” Ethan thought as he waited for the pale man to answer. Then another thought struck him, one he hadn’t ever before considered. “So if vampires, dragons and magic are real here…does that mean other ancient myths are too? As in the Greek gods? If they are real, I wonder what Hermes and Asclepius think of how their symbols are used?”

Na-Wa holds up his bloodied left forearm to the ‘healer man’. “Na-Wa got bit by bloodsucker.”

Jason claps a hand gently on the psi-stalker's shoulder, giving him a smile.  I will leave you in this fellow's hopefully capable hands.
He looks to Lucus, then at the newcomers.  I need to find my Wilk's rifle and Wilk's pistol.  Then we will help you search this place.  I do not thing the Tattoo Master is still here, unfortunately.
As he headed up the stairs to locate his missing weapons, he turns back to the others.  Did any of you see a dimensional ghoul running from the ship.  I released him as long as he would find a nice quiet cemetery to inhabit, he says.

Polk points out to Doc where the trip wire is.

Nyx remained were he was, watching Ethan step forward to treat the psi-stalker whilst the tattooed man  went in search of his weapons. One eyebrow raised itself when the tall human began to mutter about another tattooed figure, but he dismissed it as nerves. He kept his hands by his hips, fingers drumming a pattern against his thighs and his pistols whilst the medic worked

Ethan listened to the simplistic, almost childlike manner of speaking that the bald man used. He wondered if he had suffered some sort of head trauma, had a cognitive disability or had neither and simply spoke that way as a matter of course.

Ethan shrugged his aid bag off his shoulders and then retrieved his ‘headlamp’, slipping the adjustable band over his forehead. The light snapped on and he used the bright illumination to examine the man’s wounded arm. He carefully unwrapped the makeshift bandage to get a better look at the wounds. Vampire inflicted lacerations had never been part of his NEMA medical training but since arriving here in the future (or parallel world, he still hadn’t decided which it truly was), he had gotten a crash course in vampire related injuries.

He let the dirty strip of cloth fall to the deck, making a mental note to properly dispose of it later. Then Ethan reached into one of the small pouches on his belt and pulled out a small bottle. “This might sting a little,” he told Na-Wa and then sprayed a combination the contents of the bottle on the injured arm, making two complete passes over the area. The spray is a combination antiseptic and topical anesthetic, formulated to kill germs and then inhibit the growth of more. The antiseptic was powerful, which is why it felt like having boiling water splashed on your skin but that was what the anesthetic was for. It didn’t remove the sting entirely but did reduce it down to more manageable levels.

Ethan puts the spray away after making the two passes, returning it to his the pouch he got it from. “That will kill any germs that the vampire had on his fangs and keep more from growing on your skin,” he told Na-Wa. Talking to a patient and keeping them informed of what you were doing not only distracted them from their situation but let them know exactly what you were doing. It was important to sound confident and calm though Na-Wa didn’t seem particularly upset about his injury. “Still, training runs deep,” Ethan thought as he brought his left hand to the bald man’s injured arm, covering the bite marks with it. “I’m going to close the wound now. You should feel a tingle but no pain.” The NEMA combat medic then concentrates and energy flows from his hand and into Na-Wa’s wound, regenerating torn flesh, knitting severed veins back together.

Doc joined his brother, bringing Polk with him, and stood in much the same fashion, hands ever near his pistols, the revolvers since reloaded and put back in their holsers, these strangers had some talkin' to do, that was for sure."

Whilst Ethan talked, Nyx lent over a touch towards Doc, "You kept the head?"

Polk smiled and nuzzled Nyx slightly.
"Glad your ok Nyx."

He then saw Ethan by another Vampire.
Polk growled, "Ethan careful Vampire cut cut take all your magic."

He moved just a bit closer, "No hurt Ethan."

Unbending enough to scritch the hatchling's head, Nyx grasped it when Pol began to mutter and growl, "Keep your head, Polk; that's a psi-stalker not a leech"

Polk respects Nyx enough to stop and looks up at his friend.

"cut cut and drain magic Nyx. Just trying to protect Ethan."

Polk took a moment like Nyx said to take everything in and did not see a blade in the psi stalkers hand.

"Nyx right, Polk lost his head to instinct."
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Nyx considered for a moment and then let out a very small sigh, crouching to head height with the hatchling, "Don't fret, Polk. Instinct should be listened too, but ... but it must be tempered with wisdom ... especially when instinct tells you to rend and tear"