As Zaviera waits for Alec to move, the crazed man continues to struggle with Mikhail, firing off his handgun at point-blank range, giving Mikhail an opening to attack! The gun goes off, hitting Mikhail in the lower abdomen and exiting out the back of him, causing a spray of blood, but the tough mecha pilot maintains his grip on the man.
Round 3
Initiative Order
Mikhail (17)- Grappling Crazyman;
Alec (11)- Can use Int bonus in place of Str or Dex vs Crazy;
Zaviera (10)-
Jacquelin (6)-
Crazyman (2)- Grappled by Mikhail;
Mikhail is up.
"Agh! Goddamnit." Mikhail yells from being hit. With his stomach on fire he tries to wrestle the man to the ground and pin him. "Ha, shoot Mikhail now!" He gloats from on top of the man, "I am gonna beat you senseless until someone finds a rope."
The call of "Four more down" made his face blanch. "I ain't trained in medical treatment either, Zav," he says ruefully, but nevertheless breaks his catlike stance and begins to jog down the hall. "Regardless, you can do a hell of a lot more here than I could. I'll give her a hand--no dying here, you two!"
The report of the gunshot makes him grit his teeth.
"Watch his back for me, soldado!" he says, his eyes clearly putting his faith in her as he zips past, quick as a squirrel. "And I was serious--if either one of you die, I'll be so pissed I'll bury you face-down!"
Making his way into the cryo-room, his gray-green eyes sweep the carnage with practiced efficiency.
"M'hands are at your disposal, Jacq. What do you need me to do?"
Mikhail slams the crazed man to the ground, pinning him flat. The man struggles in vain as Mikhail keeps his movements in check, much to the mans dismay. He struggles and yells and spits in his attempts to free himself from Mikhails iron grip.
Alec moves quickly into the room where Jacquelin is, and see's the carnage before him. Quickly scanning the room for anything useful, he does notice that the woman on the floor is not entirely unconcious, but is playing dead, apparently. He notices her left eye open slightly and quickly shut.
Round 3
Initiative Order
Mikhail (17)- Grappled Crazyman;
Alec (11)- Can use Int bonus in place of Str or Dex vs Crazy;
Zaviera (10)-
Jacquelin (6)-
Crazyman (2)- Pinned by Mikhail (cannot move and is flatfooted, –4 penalty to his Armor Class.);
Zaviera is up.
A muttered curse was Zaviera's response to the gunshot, and as Mikhail pins the man to the ground, her solution to the situation is that of a swift kick to the head. Inelegant and efficient, but deeply satisfying as well as being her first response.
Only then does she realize that disarming the man may be the better approach, but in this case, they could disarm him when he was unconscious. The bastard had already hurt enough people.
Zaviera kicks the man in the head, catching him in the mouth and bloodying his lip, but the man continues to struggle; screaming out in panic as he does.
Round 3
Initiative Order
Mikhail (17)- Grappled/Pinned Crazyman;
Alec (11)- Can use Int bonus in place of Str or Dex vs Crazy;
Zaviera (10)-
Jacquelin (6)-
Crazyman (2)- HP: -4 hp NL dmg; Pinned by Mikhail (cannot move and is flatfooted, –4 penalty to his Armor Class.);
Jacquelin is up.
Jacq nods gratefully to Alec as she opens a cabinet, hoping the medikit she thought would be there is.
If there is one there, she tosses it to him, since she knows he's in a position to be able to get to the fallen more quickly. "Check those two," she points at the man and the woman by the wheelchairs, "see if they're alive, try to stop bleeding," she says, remembering seeing twitching by the wheelchair. "If they're good as dead, get to the one outside."
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The crazed man struggles under Mikhail, using his scalpel to jab at him repeated, drawing blood from the left side of Mikhails body.
Round 4
Initiative Order
Mikhail (17)- Grappled/Pinned Crazyman;
Alec (11)- Can use Int bonus in place of Str or Dex vs Crazy;
Zaviera (10)-
Jacquelin (6)-
Crazyman (2)- HP: -4 hp NL dmg; Pinned by Mikhail (cannot move and is flatfooted, –4 penalty to his Armor Class.);
Mikhail is up.
Mikhail grits his teeth as the insane man keeps stabbing and shooting him, "You have no idea, how much I dislike that."
The marine reaches back a fist and clocks the guy in the head.
Alec catches the medkit smoothly with both hands. "Jackie, watch yourself. This one is playin' possum."
He keeps his distance from the woman who is playing dead on the floor.
"Lady, this is a REALLY bad time to be ambiguous--we are NOT going to hurt you if you don't mean any harm to us. We'll patch your wounds if you have them, and we'll protect you if you don't have any combat experience. But if you're gonna jump up and start swingin' a scalpel, things're gonna get less Nelson Mandela and more Genghis Kahn. Okay? Now...do you hurt anywhere? Jackie, watch my back, if you can."
She hated these scrubs. To her, it felt like she was wearing a paper towel, and the stupid "booties" that they had on their feet were just plain -- well, stupid. The "subduing" of the crazy guy was certainly becoming less "subdue", and more "beatdown", but Zaviera was anything if not expedient, and mildly upset, though it certainly was not showing now.
Mikhail should not have been the one to take those hits before her, and she wanted the one that did it neutralized.
"Cabrón", she hissed between clenched teeth, delivering another kick to the man's head.
The woman opens her eyes as Alec approaches, crying hysterically and shaking her head. "What happened?!? Everything was...", the woman begins to hyperventilate, gasping hard for air, "...I'm bleeding, help me!" Alec begins to treat the womans injuries, which are moderate, she would have bled to death if left untreated for some time. Using the special senesors and built in computer, he is able to quickly treat the womans wounds and stem the bleeding.
Zaviera's kick clips the pinned man across the temple, sending a spurt of blood from the side of his head, knocking the man unconcious and causing him to release his grip on the handgun and scalpel.
Jacq nods to Alec. "I got ya; but from the sounds of it I think we're alright."
Jacq will look at the man next to the woman Alec is treating, to see if he is alive still and savable. If he is, she will treat him for bleeding. (
If not, she'll move out to the hallway and assess injuries there, asking Zav to keep an eye on Alec in case his patient gets jumpy. She'll attend to the fallen orderly first, then Mikhail (triage--get to the dying-but-savable first, then the injured-but-not-dying).
Jacq nods to Alec. "I got ya; but from the sounds of it I think we're alright."
Jacq will look at the man next to the woman Alec is treating, to see if he is alive still and savable. If he is, she will treat him for bleeding. ( 1d20+6
If not, she'll move out to the hallway and assess injuries there, asking Zav to keep an eye on Alec in case his patient gets jumpy. She'll attend to the fallen orderly first, then Mikhail (triage--get to the dying-but-savable first, then the injured-but-not-dying).
1d20+6
1d20+6
1d20+6
Jacquelin spends a few seconds tending to the unconcious doctors wounds, stabilizing him and binding the wounds he received from the scalpel and handgun.
"If you get a chance, Jack. I could use a band-aid," says Mikahil. He carefully stands up keeping pressure to his sides. "Ugh, this is why I am a pilot and not a grunt."
Alec grins over his shoulder at Mikhail as he slumps into the room. "Look at it this way--girls dig scars, right?"
He turns back to the woman he's patched up and places a hand on her arm, his voice becoming gentle. "Stay here and relax. You're stable and in no real danger, but I don't want you bumping around. See that woman over there?" he points at Jacq. "She's a doctor. You're in good hands. I'm going to go check on some others."
Taking the medkit with him, Alec rises to his feet. He pauses as he passes Zaviera and mutely (for once) gives her a once-over for wounds, then passes by with a salute and walks out into the hall to check the soldier that the unconscious scalpel-wielder had knifed.
"Ground control to Major Tom," he says cheerily, opening the medkit. "Commencing countdown, engines on. Check ignition, and may God's love be with you."
If he doesn't manage to stabilize him:
Alec grins over his shoulder at Mikhail as he slumps into the room. "Look at it this way--girls dig scars, right?"
He turns back to the woman he's patched up and places a hand on her arm, his voice becoming gentle. "Stay here and relax. You're stable and in no real danger, but I don't want you bumping around. See that woman over there?" he points at Jacq. "She's a doctor. You're in good hands. I'm going to go check on some others."
Taking the medkit with him, Alec rises to his feet. He pauses as he passes Zaviera and mutely (for once) gives her a once-over for wounds, then passes by with a salute and walks out into the hall to check the soldier that the unconscious scalpel-wielder had knifed.
"Ground control to Major Tom," he says cheerily, opening the medkit. "Commencing countdown, engines on. Check ignition, and may God's love be with you."
1d20+3
If he doesn't manage to stabilize him:
1d20+3
1d20+3
Alec tries his best to stablize the dying orderly, stemming the bleeding and checking for any other injuries with the computer built into the kit. After a few harrowing moments, the man's condition improves and he stablizes, giving Alec a weak and bloody grin. "Thanks" is all the man manages to mutter before passing out again.
Relieving the unconscious man of his weapons, Zaviera checks the pistol and its ammunition as she walks into the doorway of the other room. "Buenos días my ass", she muttered. The scalpel got set on the nearest upright surface as she headed towards the downed soldier, intent on searching him. That unconscious man was getting hogtied.
"SHHHHEEEEZUS Christ." He flops back into a sitting position, panting heavily more from the adrenaline than from the actual effort. "I am NOT cut out for saving the lives of things that have hearts where their engines should be. Sleep easy, buddy. I think your spaceship knows which way to go."
Hooking his arms under the soldiers armpits, Alec drags the soldier carefully into the bloody side-room. "This one's about two breaths away from dead, but he'll make it."
Relieving the unconscious man of his weapons, Zaviera checks the pistol and its ammunition as she walks into the doorway of the other room. "Buenos días my ass", she muttered. The scalpel got set on the nearest upright surface as she headed towards the downed soldier, intent on searching him. That unconscious man was getting hogtied.
Checking the pistol, Zaviera discovers it contains 18 more rounds in the clip, standard ammunition. As she looks over the rest of his body, she realizes that the man is wearing pretty much the same scrubs that she and her unit are clad in.
"Be right there, Mik! Trying to stuff this guy's blood back into his veins. You're next."
She smiles awkwardly at Alec. "Under these circumstances, I'm sure search-and-salvage-team counts as 'doctor.'" She does her best to give the woman a reassuring smile, though bedside manner was never her strong suit. "I've seen way worse in DC. You'll be alright."
Once she's sure the woman's alright, she'll tend to Mikhail.
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Still holding his side Mikhail searches the room and the bodies. Looking for any other weapons or maybe a radio.
"Thanks, Jack, but now is not the time for touchy feely and checking out my ass."
He'll also grab a medpack for himself and try to patch up his own wounds.
Healing
"Hrmm, well at least the bleeding has stopped."
Alec grins rakishly at Jacq and shrugs. "You know more about treating wounds than I do. That makes you a doctor in my book."
Turning back to the room they are currently holed up in, he begins ransacking it for weapons.
"If this is happening elsewhere on the Gilgamesh, I want to be prepared. None of this 'Eagle Claw' crap for us."
"If ya held still for a minute, Mikhail, I might be able to actually DO something, you know." She holds up a roll of medical tape. "THAT's what I did wrong. I should've started with your mouth.
"But seriously, kiddo, you alright?"
Almost smacking herself in the head for her oversight, Zaviera stands from her examination of the Soldier, and heads back outside to Alec's wheelchair and wheels it closer, setting the brakes with quick motions before unceremoniously hefting the unconscious man, and going about strapping him in. "It'll do in a pinch", she shrugged, wheeling him into the room he came out of. Once there, she used some of the restraints she found in there to make doubly sure he was in that chair.
Finding the nearest terminal, she tried to access it, giving her name and rank, wanting to at least find out what the status of the ship was. If she could manage it, she also wanted the status of how many people were up and about on this ship, and most importantly, where their CO was.
She snorted at Alec's comment. "Amen, brother. Me, I want some gear on us. These scrubs are for patients."
"No kidding, Zav. This kick-punch-combo thing is good for PaRappa, Bruce Lee's ghost and Dolph Lundgren, but give me a 9mm or a combat knife any day. Or better yet, a goddamned pipe wrench."
"I'll settle for a real pair of underwear at this moment."
Zaviera:
Jacquelin, Mikhail, Alec:
Alec glances over his shoulder as he rifles through the medical lockers.
"Oi, soldado! You okay out there?"
"Whoawhoawhoa! Hold your fire! Hold your fire!", Zaviera shouts, tossing the gun to the side, then raising her hands and lowering herself to the ground. "Specialist Zamora, UNSF Shield! Hold your fire!"
Mikhail wanders outside the bloody room. Medical stuff really isn't for him. "Oh. Hello, little late boys." He slowly raises his hands.
Hearing Zaviera cry out and following Mikhail, Alec warily crosses the threshold, leaving his medical gear behind. He gives Jacq a wary look, trying to convey without words that she should sit tight until they know that they're friendlies. Placing his hands behind his head in the universal gesture of surrender, he slips out into the hallway.
Jacq nods slowly back at Alec; she knows a "sit down and shut up" look when she sees one, so does so.
She silently lifts one finger to her lips in a "shhhh" (not actually making the noise) motion to the woman on the floor, if she is still conscious.
The sergeant pauses for a moment and turns his head slightly downward, possibly in reaction to radio communication. "Roger that" is all he says before motioning his men forward. He moves forward with his gun lowered, but still at the ready, as his men cover him. Making his way towards you all, he addresses Zaviera, saying "I take it the hogtied man on the floor's our man? We received reports from the orderlies escorting you all, talking about a man going berserk. What's the situation? Any casualties?"
"Five down in total, one wounded on our team, one casualty ascertained so far, sir." She began, taking his approach as a good sign and snapping off a salute once she stood. "Jacq," she called. "How many are wounded in there?" She relaxed a bit, but did not move to retrieve the gun yet.
Jacq called out but remained in the room. "Three wounded, one dead here."
The sergeant nods in acknowledgement at Zaviera, and then speaks into his comm gear saying "We need some medics down here A-sap, area is secured; one prisoner, four wounded, one kia. Over." The sergeant gives you all the once over as his team secures the crazed man. "Good work, you all. We'll secure the rest of this area, I'm to wait on orders for where you all are going. I need you all to sit tight for a moment while we wait on further orders." Seeing Mikhails condition, he motions for a member of his squad. Get that guy patched up, he's still bleeding out a bit."
Alec sighs, his body starting to ache as the adrenaline finally fades from his system. Slipping languidly over to one side of the hall, he presses his back against the wall and sinks down into a sitting position, regarding the carnage around them with a look of sad thoughtfulness.
He doesn't say anything at first. Finally, he glances up and hooks some of his jagged brown hair behind his ear.
"Sergeant," he says. "Does this sort of thing happen a lot? Some random homem just grabbing a handful of weapons and going all 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer' on a roomful of people? What I mean to say is...can six, seven years of isolation in space really do that to a human mind?"
"I don't think it was isolation, Alec. He was in scrubs, just like us." Mikahil raises his hands and wiggles his fingers, "Space madness..."
Alec turns a little green at the gills. "Grand. Well, speaking of scrubs, I can't wait to get back into a flight suit." He looks critically at his arms. "I doubt I'm garnering any rave reviews here, and balls, I'm cold."
Zaviera smirks at Alec's comment. "'Two of five comets', says the 'Space Review'; 'That man needs a sandwich and a workout pass', says the 'Ship Weekly'", she murmured, not looking directly at him. She goes to retrieve the gun she tossed, handing it to Alec before sinking down to lean against the wall like him.
Leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes. "Definitely one hell of a 'welcome back'."
He blushes--yes, actually blushes a little at her low scoring--and grins, taking the gun.
"Two out of five? I should be so lucky." He chuckles a little, his slender, expert fingers checking the gun's ammunition and mechanisms. "Thanks, soldado. And you ain't kiddin' about the warm reception. A buddy of mine back at MiT used to brew his own whiskey. Called it 'Grinnin' Graham'. Gave me a bottle as a graduation present. If it's still intact with the Ajax, I'm breakin' that bad boy open and pourin' a round for all of us. Seems like being asleep for the equivalent of a thousand years seems like a worthy occasion."
He pauses, then adds with a slightly more serious smile.
"And if it's gone, well...first round is on me. How's that for a 'welcome back'?"
"What am I missing out there?" She can hear them joking around a bit and wishes she could participate after the nasty wakeup call. Jacq stays in the room though, continuing to check on the "patients"--if Alec says she's a doctor today, she'd better do her job. She addresses the woman if she's still alert. "Didn't get your name, ma'am. And what happened here?"