Please note that 486 enlisted in the height of the GCW, and probably received all training then. Most of my specialty stories will take place then. Enjoy!- OOC:
- LK-486
Medic
First Aid
DK-900, clad in white Stormtrooper armor, strode into the Aurek barracks and gazed about at the troopers reclining there in their black jumpsuits. The Aurek squad was coming along nicely, with many of them already showing the deep commitment to the Empire needed for all Stormtroopers. The squad leader, a tall handsome man designated LK-970, was discussing a piece of electronics with the squad's lithe and pale engineer, DK-767. Both looked up at their commanding officer.
The heavy-set weapons specialist, TK-009, looked up from the T-21 he had been cleaning. From the shower room, rough-and-tumble RK-800 emerged, clad in a towel. His task was that of sniper. From the bedroom, LK-486, yet to have a designated role, emerged.
DK-900 looked at each of them in turn in that small room. The room itself was a gunmetal gray structure, with five red chairs seated around a blue rug embossed with a darker blue Imperial Cog. On the walls stood bookshelves, gun racks, and footlockers. DK-900 pointed at LK-970.
"Trooper LK-970, your squad is coming along outstandingly. Keep it up and you shall soon receive your promotion. I do, however, find one flaw. You have no medic." LK-970 nodded, but did not say anything. DK-900 continued. "Now, young LK-486 over there has no other role than firing a gun." He fixed his attention on the cadet.
"Cadet LK-486, you will report to Dr. Opuk tomorrow morning for Medic orientation. Be at his office at 0600 hours, every day, until your training is complete. Do not be late. Ever." And with that, DK-900 saluted 486 and strode out the door.
LK-970 reclined in his red chair and knitted his fingers. He smiled at LK-486. "Good to know our lives will be in our hands when things get hot with the Rebels, 486." He chuckled, and went back to his conversation with DK-767. LK-486 nodded, and returned to his sleeping quarters. He quickly undressed and flung himself on the bottom bunk of one of the beds, eager to begin his new assignment in the morning.
It rained violently the next day. Trooper 486 entered the square building, glad to get out of the storm. Dr. Opuk stood up from his metal desk, and strode across the stainless steel floor to shake his hand warmly. Opuk introduced him to a terminal located in one corner of the room, just beside an empty bacta tank. LK-486 situated himself, and the terminal immediately opened up a program. The doctor gave him a pat on the back, and returned to his desk to finish paperwork. Through the course of the morning, LK-486 learned how to correctly administer first aid. The course taught him the correct way to inspect a patient via the four B's: Breathing, bleeding, burns and bones. He could thusly conclude what was wrong, and address it.
He learned to correctly place a patient on his back and remove foreign objects. In addition, LK-486 learned how to correctly administer CPR via chest pumps or abdominal thrusts, in order to promote breathing and circulation. Upon completion of this, 486 moved to bleeding. He learned that binding the wound to stop blood flow is needed, and carefully catalogued the information of clotting medication. He would be sure to pick some up on his next trip to the quartermaster. He learned how to identify burns, and the correct treatment procedures. Lastly, the program taught him about bones. He knew how to make a makeshift splint and carefully doctor a patient back home, arm to the patient's chest.
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When LK-486 completed his lesson, he waved goodbye to Dr. Opuk. The program had spent all morning teaching him basic first aid, and lunch with the doctor had just been concluded. Not a moment too soon! The squad had an assignment to go into potentially dangerous territory so that DK-767 could fix a downed radar spike, probably blown over by the storm. LK-970 clapped him on the back reassuringly as they suited up. Finally, the squad began its trek into the rainy Talusian grasslands, equipped with their weapons and armour.
After what seemed to be miles of walking through the storm, LK-970 held up his hand, signaling for his squad to come to a full stop. The grasslands still appeared to go on in every direction. LK-970 squatted down, and motioned the squad over. They squelched through the mud. As they approached, LK-970 held a tiny transmitter between his thumb and forefinger. DK-767 gingerly took it, while TK-009 and RK-800 lowered their E-11 carbines into a firing position. DK-767 crouch-walked to a patch of dirt, and began to dig. Suddenly, a net of electronics met his small shovel.
Abruptly, the ground nearby erupted with laser fire. The Rebels had a foxhole! RK-800 bellowed loudly, and flung himself on the ground with TK-009, not knowing where the fire was coming from. LK-970 quickly stood up, and fired towards a small piece of upraised grass. There was a yelp, and more shooting. LK-970 kept firing towards the patch, his expression hidden by his helmet.
Meanwhile, LK-486 and DK-767 had hit the dirt as well. Rain poured down DK-767's helmet as he worked. LK-486 watched the area behind DK-767 intently, gazing at the battle. He had drawn his scout blaster.
The firing from the hole stopped suddenly. LK-970, RK-800 and TK-009 stopped firing, thinking they had won. RK-800 approached the grass patch, grenade armed. As he threw the grenade into the space between ground and patch, a single blaster shot exited the hole, hitting RK-800 in the chest. He gurgled over the comm., and his body fell on top of the patch, closing the seal. Screams could be heard from under the earth as TK-009 quickly pulled his squad mate from the patch. A second later, the ground in that area exploded, clearing a large hole. As three squad members entered the room, they say that the area had the amenities for about ten rebels to live in, albeit sparsely. There was a connecting tunnel, and only four dead Rebels in the front room, which appeared to be some sort of lookout station.
DK-767 gave a sigh of relief. His work was done. He rushed to join the others investigating the tunnel. LK-486's work, however, had just begun. He quickly stripped 800's helmet, and gingerly removed the damaged armor. Luckily, RK-800 had fallen onto his back. 486 quickly knelt beside his comrade and placed RK-800's limbs into the proper positions, and checked 800's mouth to make sure no pieces of equipment had fallen into the mouth from the helmet's electronics. 800 did not groan as LK-486 performed the check, signifying that he had, for whatever reason, stopped breathing. LK-486 figured that the reason was electrical shock.
First, LK made sure there was a pulse. Afterward, LK-486 checked that the tongue was not blocking the throat, and he opened the mouth a little more. Upon placing his lips upon 800's he pinched the nose close and began to breath deeply into RK-800's mouth. He was suddenly aware that bright red lights were emitting from the Rebel's underground base, presumably as the squad fought more of the scum. LK-486 hoped nobody else would be injured in the skirmish. He then pumped on 800's chest for two minutes. RK-800 unexpectedly gasped, and bolted upright. More fire blazed from the hole, and a stray bolt whizzed past 486's forehead, singing his hair.
LK-486 looked up for a second, and turned his eyes to his gasping friend. He reassured his pal lightly, and laid him back down. LK-486 reached down to the medic bag dangling at his side, and withdrew a tube of burn salve. He turned his attention to the burn, and identified it as a major third degree burn. LK-486 realized he did not have the tools to take care of his ally, but he could help. He took out a roll of light gauze from his bag, and applied the ointment to the burn. Having done so, he affixed the gauze to the burn via the salve. He heard one final explosion, and a cheer over the comm. lines and across the wet fields. The rain had finally let up while he had been working.
The squad came back. LK-970 gave the thumbs up signal, and bent down to help RK-800 back up. TK-009 picked up the helmet and armor.
LK-486 nodded. "Anybody else hurt, sir?" He inquired.
LK-970 shook his head. "All clear, trooper. We destroyed equipment in that hidey-hole&it was chock-full of spying gear. My guess is that some hotshot rookie thought he could pick us off." He turned his black eyes back to Camp Eglos. "Fall out troopers! We got to get RK-800 back to base so Dr. Opuk can fix him up!"
The squad slowly filed back to base, RK-800 between LK-486 and LK-970. Mission accomplished!
- OOC:
Nice introduction, just one question, is RK-800 and K-970 real squad members or NPC you use? In any case, well done, passed in flying colours. Your flow was good, no spelling typos as far as I could see, grammar was good and your approach was very well thought of.
