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TosthAaaiser
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  Fishhead: Naval Surgeon Certification, Tier 1
August 5, 2011 12:50:49 AM    View the profile of TosthAaaiser 
Everything was peaceful aboard the Chrome Fox.

Senior Crewman Tosth “Fishhead” Aaaiser was currently walking the corridors of the frigate, thinking about his past. Why does this subject bother me so much?

His thoughts were wrenched apart when he fell flat on his back. His ears were ringing from the force of the explosion. What the kriff?

He got up and began running towards the source of the explosion. He felt fine, so he wasn’t too worried about his health right now. He found it. The doors had been blown into pieces of shrapnel.

Those idiots working in engineering. I really need to talk to Rocketman about them, he thought to himself as he ran towards the entrance of the hangar.

Once he got to the hangar, he saw bodies everywhere. There were fires littering the view, with most of the fires slowly beginning choke themselves out. The TIEs that had been in this bay were all destroyed. It almost looked like a scene of sabotage. His view on the engineering team suddenly shifted. This might indeed have been an act of sabotage. But who would have devised such an attack on a frigate in a shipyard?

Slowly coming out his reverie, Tosth cleared his head. With this much carnage around him, he needed to get triage tags on people. Another look around the bay showed him  a bag. It could have been a bag of a medical officer. It had markings on it that seemed to indicate this.

Rushing toward the bag, Fishhead noted the irony in the situation. It looks like the ones headed for the morgue don’t need to be marked. They’ve all been burned to a crisp. Finally, with that thought, he realized the severity of the situation. With this many dead, there had to be even more close to that point. It’s lucky that we weren’t actually in space right now. In fact, they were docked inside of a shipyard, being assessed for repairs.

Fishhead reached the bag and ripped it open. Inside the bag, his beliefs were confirmed. There were triage tags and bacta patches. Not much to work with, but I suppose it’s going to have to work. Looking at the triage tags, he saw that there were four types: Black (he assumed these were for the dead), Red (seemed to indicate a critical condition), Yellow (seemed better than red, so he made these for major injuries), and Green (he believed these tags to fit minor injuries the best). Ignoring the charred, motionless corpses, he proceeded to his first patient. At that moment, he heard footsteps pounding on the ground. His view obstructed by a few crates, he yelled, “Identify yourself!” As he said this, he pulled out his bryar pistol, readying himself for the possibility of coming face to face with the instigators of the explosion.

“Senior Crewman Eslara Brin.”

Peering slowly around the corner, he saw that it was indeed the Twi’lek. “Alright. Come over here. I need some help. I’m doing some triage. Disregard the charred bodies. Anyone that is able to be moved without being further injured, please move over there.” He indicated a clear area clear of fires about 10 meters away.

“Sir. What happened here?”

His attention returned back to the patient. “Eslara, I have formulated two different theories. The first is that someone set a bomb in this hangar or that an engineer got careless and managed to blow everything up.” This human didn’t seem to be injured too badly. He suffered from a few burns and was unconscious. There was also a gash on the side of his head. Groping for the bacta patches, the Mon Calamari slapped the bacta on the gash. “That’ll have to do for now. It’s not proper protocol, but it’s all I have,” he muttered to himself. He decided to mark him in yellow condition. His situation wasn’t dire, but a concussion still should be looked at.

He stood up and saw that Eslara was carrying his orders out. She already had three victims in the general vicinity of where he had told her to put the victims.

As he began walking, he heard a croaking voice that almost whispered: “Help me…”

Turning very quickly he saw a mangled body caught under some crates. “Hold on. We’ll save you. Just stay with us.” Yelling at Eslara, he called her to come over to the crates. I need help with these crates. Now. We could very easily lose him.”

Without a word, they both began lifting off the heavy crates. Once they got the crates off, he could see the lacerations across the human’s arms and torso.

“Eslara, I need you to find more crew here in critical conditions. Look for major cuts and wounds. Forget about the ones with minor wounds.”

Focusing on this human was his priority. Very carefully taking the shirt off of the victim, he realized he was much worse off than he initially thought. There was a shard of metal that had pierced his neck. Not much I can do here, he thought. I hope the medics get here pretty quick. All I can do is stabilize this guy and hope I don’t lose him.

At that moment, though, the human started to cough up blood. Coming out of his reverie, the Mon Calamari tried to see how far the metal had pierced. Pulling on it slowly, the metal budged. It felt deep enough to have pierced the windpipe. With that thought in mind, he decided to pull the rest of the shard of metal out. He could see that it might have been a mistake unless he could get the bleeding under control. Unsure of how to do this, he pulled out a bacta patch. He put the patch on the human’s neck and applied pressure to the laceration. After a few minutes, he let his hand fall back away from the wound. Placing a red tag on the human’s torso, he tried to relax him by saying, “I’ve done all I can for you, sir. I have to keep moving; look for other victims. Hold on for just a bit longer. Will you be alright?”

Taking the moan from the man to be an affirmative, the amphibian’s eyes bulged while regarding the human one last time. He got up and scanned the bay. Nothing. Everyone was dead save for those two he had helped and the victims Eslara had managed to find. There were about five of them.  I suppose I should go and find the medical team, he thought. But out of the corner of his eye, he found a Rodian who was crumpled against the floor. This does not look good…

He ran to the wall where the Rodian was lying.

“What happened, sir?”

“I was caught in that explosion. I was blown against the wall…” Breathing heavily,  he continued. “I’ve been continually getting worse… I’ve lost feeling in my left leg… And my right arm isn’t feeling very good right now…”

“You were blown against the wall and you’re beginning to lose feeling in your limbs… Is there any pain currently in your back?”

“No… But after I hit the wall, I heard something in my back crack… After that… Pain shot through my entire body…”

“Alright sir. It sounds like your spinal column has been damaged. I need you to stay relaxed. We’re going to try to get you out of here with as little damage as possible.” Turning away for a split second to call for Eslara, he found what he was going to use to move the Rodian. A long piece of burnt metal. It was about 6 meters long and had a thickness of about 10 centimeters. This would work quite well. He knew there was tape in the bag to stabilize the Rodian on the board.

Turning back to the Rodian, he said, “Sir, we’ll be moving you onto this board as easily as we can so we do not damage your spine any more than it already may be. Are you okay with this process?”

“Of course I am. I’ll try to work with you as much as I can. It’s hard when it feels like I’ve lost control of at least half of my body.”

At that moment, Eslara showed up. Tosth quickly explained the situation to her. “So, in summary, we position the board as close as we can to the Rodian. Once we do that, we have to pick him up. When we pick him up, though, we cannot let his spine move. At all. If we do that, we can injure him more than he already is.”

With these words in both of their heads, they proceeded to place the board. They placed it about a centimeter away from the Rodian’s arm.

“Eslara, you need to move to his lower end. Down by his feet. You have the longer arms. Just stay there and I’ll explain what you need to do in a minute.” He positioned himself by the Rodian’s head and began explaining the procedures again. “What needs to be done, Eslara, is that we need to place our arms down the length of his spine.” He asked both the Rodian and Eslara if this was alright with both of them, mainly because of the possible awkwardness of the situation. She would have to be positioned between his legs. Of course, he would be willing to swap places with her, but he thought that they might see that as a worse scenario than the current one. Much to his relief, they both agreed to the proposition.

They managed to lift the Rodian onto the board without shifting his spine at all. They began to tape him down on the board so he couldn’t be shifted. “Looks like everything’s going to be alright after all,” Tosth told the Rodian.

At that moment, he heard more pounding feet. He hoped it was the medical team this time. Pulling out his bryar pistol once again, he yelled, “Identify yourselves!”

A resounding cry of “Medical team!” shook the hangar.

“Throw your IDs here into the hangar.”

Five IDs flew into the hangar. They were indeed medical officers.

“Alright. You can come in. What the kriff took you so long?”

“Never mind that now. What’s the current situation?”

“Well, while you five were out enjoying yourselves, I took care of everyone that wasn’t dead. We’ve got two in critical condition.”

“You did triage everyone, didn’t you?” asked one of the officers surreptitiously.

“Does that kriffing matter? Did you just here what I said? We have a human whose windpipe was punctured by a piece of shrapnel. I took care of him as best I could. I don’t know if he can be saved. We have a Rodian who has spinal column damage. We’ve got him stabilized as good as we can. He’s over against that wall.”

One of the officers headed over to the wall where the amphibian had pointed. Continuing, he said acidly, “we need someone to go look at that human. Now!” He glared at all of them. One finally budged and went to examine the human. “As for the rest of you. We have five victims who sustained minor injuries. They’ve been triaged green. Center of the room. The only other victim who is still alive has sustained a concussion. I put some bacta patches on him. He was pretty cut up.”

“And everyone else is dead?” One of the remaining officers looked suspicious. “How can you be sure?”

“Yes. They are. I’m sure because they look like blackened bantha fillets. If you want to go look, be my guest. But if they’re dead it’s not my fault. You guys took way too long to get here.”

The officer who asked this looked enraged at this comment.

“Just go deal with it. It’s your job and not mine. I didn’t bother to triage the dead. There were way too many bodies to document. Besides, there were more pressing matters.”

“Simulation complete. Please take off equipment and move away from the machine.”?

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Heeding the machine’s words, the Mon Calamari did as he was instructed.

As he backed away, Petty Officer Doc Gibbs came up to Fishhead.

“Not a bad try at all, Crewman. You handled the situation quite well. I want to meet you in my office this afternoon at 1600 hours. Dismissed.”

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  RE: Fishhead: Naval Surgeon Certification, Tier 1
August 8, 2011 2:58:56 PM    View the profile of Trykon 
You've satisfied the requirements for the first tier of the Naval Surgeon Certification, Fishhead, and may add (=SUR=) to your ID Line on the ComNet and wiki.

For future tiers, though, I'd like to see more evidence of research into medicine and treatment techniques, and fewer grammatical/spelling errors.

Congratulations!

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  RE: Fishhead: Naval Surgeon Certification, Tier 1
August 8, 2011 3:17:54 PM    View the profile of TosthAaaiser 
I'll work on it. I can work on this post some more, if need be.
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