Pleased with the discovery, Azami gives Daniel a small nod of the head in appreciation, relief evident in her unfocused eyes.  Checking the first aid kit itself, she catches the commander's orders to Trainor and Zogoyah to stay sharp; a small smile touches the corners of her own mouth, and her head tilts slightly.  They won't be the only ones, to be sure.

That said...

"Mr. Zogoyah, if you're going to be acting security, it's probably best if I carry the kit as well."  Hefting it, she checks the weight of both it and her carry-bag against her own, wiry strength.  It's manageable, as expected.  "I should be fine; my thanks."  At that thought, she moves her free hand to her phaser for an instant, for a double-check.

By feel, it's set to stun, and she has a great deal of experience with that particular placement for the dial.

Relieved, Azami moves to the shuttle hatch to await off-loading, but pauses.  "Commander, while the power seems to be functional in the shelter -" the doors had opened, after all "- there may be issues with environmental controls.  If that is the case, I would like to move any critically injured into the shuttle as a makeshift med-lab."  Here, at least, they'll have heat and a clean-air environment even if those systems have failed in the shelter.

The Science Officer frowned slightly as he fumbled to pull out the small hand phaser he'd been issued. He worked the controls for a moment, both to make sure it was set on stun, and to re-familiarize himself with it. It had been quite a while since his last qualification.

"For what it's worth, Commander, I did scan the shelter as we approached it. I didn't detect any of the magnetic anomalies that have been associated with hostile activities in this system. So far."

T'Lara, who was sitting at the front of the shuttle, was the last to disembark after they'd landed. She stopped at the ramp to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind a pointed ear; her loose ponytail was nearly undone during the near-crash, and she hadn't thought about fixing her hair until she was staring at the colonists at the landing pad.

"I could help you, Azami" she said softly to the young woman, looking at her as she inspected the contents of the shuttle's medical kit "It has been a while since the academy, but I still remember the basics"

Pausing as she works, Azami turns back to face the ship's counselor.  Her friend looks somewhat disheveled from the wild ride down and the struggle with the shuttle's systems; Azami supposes she must look much the same, but concedes it might be difficult for anyone to tell the difference from her norm.

An offer to assist from someone with medical capabilities shouldn't be turned away, especially since Azami is likely to encounter traumatized individuals.  T'Lara's help could prove far better than 'basic'; it will likely be invaluable.

"Of course, Lieutenant Commander."  They're on a mission, there is little choice of appellations.  "It would be enormously appreciated."  Her fingers continue to move through her gear, verifying by touch what she cannot by sight.  "Additionally, I suspect we'll be dealing with numerous people - possibly children - in dire need of reassuring." One corner of her mouth twitches slightly in a sad attempt at a lop-sided smile.  "I do not have the natural talent and training you possess, and I am certain I will not have the time."

That said, she's ready to move.
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D'rala nodded to Azumi.  "They've got light, and some power, but you're right, we don't know the extent of their life support.  We can set the shuttle up as a treatment center, but don't do anything to compromise our ability to lift off in a hurry.  Who knows if those creatures will get bolder."

She then turned to Kezik.  "Well, that's something at least.  See if their scientists have more," she said.

And with that, she thumbed the shuttle doors open.  A crowd was gathering...

As a throng of colonists and scientists and civilians pressed towards the shuttle, two women pushed their way through the crowd, both human...

"I'm Deputy Administrator Elyse Russell,"the older of the two women announced as the characters exited the shuttle.  "In charge of what's LEFT of our mining colony before those, those CREATURES attacked.  Unfortunately our Chief Administrator, Nurn*, didn't survive the attack."

*Nurn is a Tellarite name, most would discern.
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"And I'm Doctor Akio Naruhita, lead for the Starfleet Science Team," the other woman said, almost challenging the Deputy Admin with her tone and glare.  "There's more going on here than is obvious."

"Of course, Commander," Azami replies to Vex, with her customary shallow bow.  The med-tech takes a quick look around the shuttle, trying to gauge how many people might fit in here for treatment without compromising the ability for the craft to launch.  Then she nods and moves to follow the others outside.

There's a crowd; Azami doesn't like crowds.

Her eyes unfocus more than their norm, pupils dilating slightly further than would be considered average for humans, and Azami's gaze flicks about the throng.  Two women move out to the fore - noted, but the medtech continues to watch the others behind them.  An analytical part of her mind hunts for visible injuries; the more injured the people are who come to the shuttle, the more gravely injured will be the people who do not.  Another, more deeply buried slice of her thoughts seeks other things in the knot of bodies.

The two women announce themselves - administration and Starfleet science.  And certainly they're not on the best of terms, jockeying for the lead to tell the story.  It's not Azami's place to intervene; keeping an eye on the command group and their discussion with the doctor and deputy administrator, she moves toward the crowd, hunting for anyone with symbols of medical credentials.

Her priority is to assess the current medical situation; manifestly, that's neither the scientist's nor the administrator's.
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A silent nod to Azami, before T'Lara, too, would turn her attention to the gathering crowd and at the two women who stepped forward to talk with them.  Her eyebrows slanted, and she lowered her head ever so slightly when the woman who introduced herself as Elyse revealed the colony's administrator was one of the fatalities.

" - I'm sorry for your loss"

Nurn was Elye's superior commander, according to their respective ranks.  She couldn't but feel sympathetic toward the woman; she herself lost her superior officer not that long ago.

"I'm Lieutenant Commander T'Lara" she introduced herself after a brief moment of silence "We've been sent by Starfleet to assist you.  What is the situation of the people injured in the attack?  Do any of them require immediate medical attention?"

Stacking supplies where they could easily be reached, P.O. Zogoyah tried to arrange them in a logical fashion. He then sought out trash cans or some other container to separate what might end being a significant sized pile of gauze or cloth contaminated with medical waste. Once that was set up, he tried to set up two wash stations, one for going in, designed to be refreshed as needed, and one for coming out, which would also clean soiled equipment that would be reused.
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Kezik waited until the Commanders and the medical team exited the shuttle, and then quickly followed to catch up with T'Lara. He paused for a moment, however, to take in the chaos of the shelter as he stepped out. He had, on occasion, been part of a landing party during routine situations, but he hadn't been thrust into a crisis off-ship since his cadet cruise, and it was a bit overwhelming. He gathered his wits quickly and moved to join the leaders, just in time to catch Dr. Naruhita's statement.

He gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile and addressed her, "Doctor, I am Lieutenant Kezik, from Independence's Science department. Perhaps you can brief on what is going on here, then?"
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Azami is able to approximate there are around 150 people crowding into the emergency shelter.  Of these, she'd guess, about half have minor injuries... bruises, scrapes, cuts and maybe a broken bone or two.

About 25 people are prone and unable to walk, or unconscious.  They are near the sides and rear of the cavern, not crowding the shuttle.

Ms. Russell pursed her lips as T'Lara spoke, softening somewhat at the unexpected (for a Vulcan) compassion.

"Most of the badly injured are stable, for now," she said.  "We couldn't take the dead with us." 

Dr. Naruhita turned to the Denobulan science officer as if she'd finally found a supporter.  "LT Kezik," she said, "these creatures..."

But before she could continue, Russell cut her off.

The interplay between the two women was heated, and quickly got more fractuous.

“We’ve been attacked by these creatures. They come from beyond the atmosphere and they’re attracted to dilithium. They just shut us down. Everything. Have you seen them yet? We haven’t heard anything from them in hours. They must be asleep. Once we’re all clear of the planet, you have to exterminate the swarm.”

“Ms. Russell isn’t giving you the whole story. These creatures didn’t come out of nowhere. We’ve analyzed a series of boreholes found near played-out dilithium deposits. The squid have been here for some time. They’re not just attracted to dilithium, they feed on it.”

“This is a new and beautiful life-form. What happened here is an immense tragedy, but the squid aren’t to blame for simply trying to survive. We can’t just bombard them!”

Situation roughly assessed.  Supplies on-hand.  T'Lara busy with what seems to be a very important discussion.

"Mr. Zogoyah, let's go."

Time to move.

Azami hurries to where the injured lie, checking for medical personnel as she does.  Once she arrives, if there are any medical personnel with which to speak, she starts with them.  If not, she prioritizes any among the injured who have a medical uniform.  After that?  Prioritize by visible injury or any report from those in the area.

And starts working: checking to see if anyone's condition is deteriorating, seeking potentially life-threatening issues that may be dealt with, and assuring that the injured are protected from further debilitation through shock.

Triage is always tough, Daniel has seen many a human opt for people they like, or people of a preferred race or gender. Knowing who can't be helped is a tough decision to make, and some will struggle to save a lost cause, while others who could be saved are lost.

PO Azami didn't seem to have these issues, which was good.

Doing his best to help her out, without getting in the way, Daniel follows instructions to the best of his ability.

Kezik glanced briefly at the administrator, then turned back to Dr. Naruhita and widened his smile slightly, but not too widely. Denobulans had learned that lesson long ago.

"That's very interesting, Doctor. Perhaps we can find a space around here that's a little, um, quieter, and you can show me the data behind your assessment." He glanced around quickly and then nodded his head in a direction that was just as crowded as any other in the packed shelter. "Shall we?"

*most* of the badly injured were stable.  That's what administrator Russel as said.
As much as T'Lara wanted to stay and discuss what to do about the creatures (and she had a very strong opinion on the matter), her first priority was to help the injured; do her best to ensure there won't be any additional fatalities.

"Let's see what we can do about the wounded first" she suggested  "And about evacuating everyone to safety" and with that, she hurried after Azami, similarly trying to start with the ones who suffered life-threatening injuries first.

There were huddled masses filling the cavern, that was certain.  It was obvious these people had been through a traumatic event.  The ones here, though, aside from shell-shock... didn't seem too badly mangled.  There were definitely some broken bones, lacerations and contusions, but few life-threatening injuries.

Of course, that was probably because those cases had died already, back at the colony...

Still, some of the injuries did look troublesome.

(OOC: Azami may make a Reason + Medicine check, difficulty 3. T'Lara may roll a single die to assist, using her Reason + Medicine!)

"Yes, of course, Lieutenant," Dr. Naruhita replied.  Casting a quick glance full of challenge at Deputy Admin Russell, she followed Kezik to another corner of the cave.

"As I said, we've analyzed a series of boreholes found near played-out dilithium deposits. The squid have been here for some time. They’re not just attracted to dilithium, they feed on it."

She handed Kezik a PADD that showed scans of such.

"Come with me, Ms. Russell," D'rala said.  "Let's talk."

With that, the mission leader took the Deputy Admin aside...

Azami moves into the group of people with a glance and flicker of a smile toward T'Lara.  "My thanks, Lieutenant Commander," she murmurs.  Returning her gaze to the cluster of people, she begins the arduous task of mentally sorting them as quickly as she may.

It's not easy.

Perhaps it's the chaos of the field, perhaps it's their stunned condition... No, be truthful, Azami, she tells herself.  It's you.  The shuttle-ride has thrown her, and even with her feet upon the ground the medtech feels unsure of that footing.  She's far, far too accustomed to dealing with issues while planet-side or on a starbase; being helplessly bounced around in a small craft is an experience that has set her nerves to jangling, put her stomach into knots.

She does her best to steady herself and continue with the work, but the hollow cast to her normally unfocused eyes reveals her frustration.

OOC - Blah, 2 success.  Any way to stretch this out and get another roll of some kind?