OOC: I guess we're suppose to reply to this, so here goes nothing.

Koroth walked around feeling somewhat dejected, the words of some of the students ringing in his ears. Though he’d done well so far in his training he still couldn’t shake the feeling of, what was it, inadequacy?  No that wasn’t it, belonging, yes that’s what it was, belonging. S0omehow he didn’t felt quite like he belonged here, but if not here then where? Back to smuggling, Ha, though the pay was good the Empire was practically everywhere, after all they’d finally managed to capture him, hadn’t they.

The unmistakable and somewhat irritating sound of metal against metal snapped him out of his thoughts, so wrapped up he’d been he’d wandered off the academy grounds and now was who knew where. Looking up he saw two AT-AT’s collide and one head at full speed toward some water, The AT-AT was full or near enough judging from the amount of individuals that came jumping out of it, though not all made it. Without thinking Koroth ran toward the now sinking AT-AT and dove into the water. Thankfully it hadn’t gone to far off the shoreline but far enough to possibly drown anyone still trapped inside. A couple of quick strokes was all it took for him to reach the AT-AT but not before it went under. Taking a huge breath he dove underneath and noticed the AT-AT had finally come to a stop, unfortunately not soon enough, Koroth judged the AT-AT to be ten feet beneath the surface.

Reaching a cockpit door the giant Wookiee pulled the door coming free on the second attempt. One of the vehicle pilots was attempting to free himself from his restraints unsuccessfully.  Seeing Koroth the man seemed both startled and grateful. With Koroths help the man managed to free himself however he’d been down longer than Koroth and could no longer hold his breath.  Koroth quickly reached in and grabbed the crewman, pulling him out and with a mighty shove propelled him toward the surface, hopefully when he surfaced there’d be others that could get him to the shoreline and tend to him. Knowing he only had so much time and there were possible others inside Koroth entered the small cockpit and after looking around confirmed it was empty before heading toward the rear compartment.

What greeted him was utter chaos, The compartment was littered with floating equipment, weapons and bodies, some still strapped into their seats. Noticing movement coming from above Koroth swam up to emerge in a small air pocket where half a dozen survivors had gathered. Where’d you come from?” one of the startled troopers asked, however before he could answer the AT suddenly shifted then fell before coming to a sudden stop. “Think she tipped over on her side” another trooper remarked. Koroth noticed another trooper was bleeding from a rather serious head wound  “Anyone got a medkit?” he asked realizing he’d left all his equipment back in his room “Here” came the reply as three of the soldiers produced medkits. Finding a floating piece of debris Koroth used it as a makeshift table and started sorting through the medkits for the items he needed. A quick examination revealed three broken arms, a broken collar bone, 2 minor scalp lacerations and one major head injury. Another trooper emerged from out of the depths “OK, I just checked, the doors are jammed and we’ve got nothing that will cut through this armor, however I managed to find 5 emergency air canisters that were undamaged, each is good for maybe tem minutes, and that’s for one person, we have what 6 or seven?” Great, now he was going to drown in his first week of training Koroth thought but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind.

“Well none of these four men are going anywhere, even if you had found an opening, they couldn’t navigate the debris, and your Sergeant, his head wounds pretty severe and I wouldn’t risk submerging him in water.  “so, where’d you come from?” a trooper asked Koroth. Koroth explained how he was out walking and saw the AT go in and then dove in hoping to rescue those trapped. “Well great rescue, now your stuck in here with the rest of us.” “Wait, did anyone see you go in?” another trooper asked however Koroth had to admit he didn’t know, hell he didn’t know if anyone else had even been around, other than those who had managed to save themselves, and they were probably to busy escaping to notice anything or anyone else.

Koroth set about tending to the wounded as best he could with a couple of the uninjured troopers assisting him while the rest took turns banging on the vehicles hull in the faint hope that someone was out there listening.

OOC: My character has graduated and I need to move him to his new squad, therefore I hope this will wrap up his part in the story. My apologies for it’ being so short.

After what seemed like an eternity a response in the form of more banging came from the outside. A cheer went up as the survivors started slapping each other on the back “Ok, lets all calm down, all that bangin means is they found us and they know we’re in here, however that doesn’t mean they’ve found a way to get us out yet.” One of the troopers said thus effectively putting a damper on the celebration, as well as everyone’s mood.

As the time went by Koroth became more worried about his head trauma patient, there was only so much he could do with lack of both equipment and resources, for now all he could do was keep the patient dry, comfortable and pray. . The other patients weren’t so bad off, the worse were two compound fractures the rest broken bones and the two minor head lacerations. Koroth had tended to those as best he could and now moved about checking on each patient, doing his best to keep their spirits up.

Within an hour their rescuers had managed to cut a hole in the AT-AT’s armor and the wounded were the first to go out, sadly the Sergeant with the head injury hadn’t survived, just to much damage and lack of the proper tools. Though Koroth knew it wasn’t his fault still he wondered if there was anything he overlooked, something he’d dwell on for the rest of his life.

Reaching shore Koroth lay on the grass staring up at the sky when a messenger droid arrived “Apparently while he’d been trapped in the AT-AT he’d graduated the Academy, nbeen promoted to PFC and been assigned to the Wraiths to which he was to report to immediately. Excited but two tired to show it, the giant Wookiee picked himself up and slogged toward a nearby transport for a ride back to the academy to grab his gear before heading to his new assignment.

Private Tildie Saomes ignored the Lieutenants order to fall in and continued a basic triage evaluation of the injured from the accident. She look each of the breathing ones over to make sure albiet labored they could breathe while checking the non breathing for pulse on there throat and there wrists. She shook her head covering one after another up and helping the surviving cadets who needed to place breathe masks on.

She leaned down and checked the head of one of the cadets, noting scalp lacerations. "Not too deep, but don't move. Luckily your species has cranial shielding do to the horns and there natural amplification of radio waves", she smiled to the Gotal. Taking from her medpac a small aerosol canister she sprayed the synthflesh onto the cadets laceration and watched as it covered and knitted the laceration cleanly.

Walking to the Lieutenant she saluted then whispered as the small four foot three inch girl looked up to him, "Sir, I understand about the need to evacuate and fortify the fort, however until the rest of the survivors are evaluated it might be harmful to move them. I humbly request twenty minutes. Also we need to gather the bodies for proper storage until graves registry can collect them."

Saluting again she, before the Lieutenant could even respond hurried back to check a cadet being brought in on stretcher.

(sorry first real post since joining the club, the next one will be longer.)