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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Sun Feb 03, 2019 10:04 am

it was worse than what cheslock had initially feared, but the metasurgeon kept such knowledge to herself as she racked her brain trying to think of a solution to rapidly close the wounds, opting instead to mutter to herself about 'reckless guardsmen making her job more difficult by homebrewing stims' as she held the bucket in place and her medicae dendrite performed a scan to determine the extent of the damage.

internal injuries in addition to rapid exsanguination, sutures will take too long and risk being torn again, don't have enough adhesive to bond them shut plus difficulty of keeping the area clear of blood during the bonding process... as her eyes looked over the patchwork of burn scar tissue she suddenly got an idea. cauterizing the wound shut relatively easy to perform, just require an appropriate vector, promethium too hot and volatile to safely work with, superheated blade has too many variables with keeping metal at appropriate temperature. her medicae augmetic report came in with traces of gunpowder residue on krasts hands, initially this puzzled her, guardsmen by and large weren't typically assigned stub weaponry as far as she knew, but this piece of information proved to the invaluable puzzle piece she was looking for

gunpowder viable for flash cauterisation.

her course of action plotted, cheslock immediately sent an infoburst message to ollie as the nurse inserted the lines connected to the blood bags into krast's arm

==++ [Private FAO; Metasurgeon Cheslock re. Krag R Krast]: go to weapons locker. see if you can find any stub rounds. three rounds should suffice. likely candidate to be krasts gear given traces of gunpowder residue detected on his hands.++==

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evidently satisfied that the scarf was not damaged claudia simply nodded as mari continued her work removing dead skin, briefly letting out a hiss as she felt the rubbing alcohol be applied after a section was removed "pain is the wine of communion with heroes." she muttered. "pain is weakness leaving the body." she let out another hiss as she recited these words along with other psalms of healing from her homeworld as the grafts were then applied, before looking at her arm with a puzzled expression is it started to feel cool and numb
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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Feb 04, 2019 8:16 pm

If Mari heard Halvus she didn’t seem to acknowledge it for she was locked in her own prayers. It was hard to see her arm from the angle if she didn’t move but she could see that there were several large and strange patches on her arm that looked like ooze. The cool and numb feeling started to go away as the Hospitaller, now finished, began wrapping the length of her arm in tight gauze. After a few more minutes she tied it and ended her prayer with a amen. She turned to Halvus and asked, “How are you feeling now?”
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Postby CyGamer » Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:41 am

Krast recked a final time, more of a dry heave, stomach now empty. He spit out the last bit, pain in his side searing from all the moving, he did feel a bit better. At least the world wasn’t smeared together as much, but was still dull. He looked up to see Cheslock looking towards someone else. Why the hell was a cog helping him, wait did he need bionics? But then he noticed she was focusing on his gut wound, so probably no new arm.

“Ah, Doc. What’s happening? Need stitches or something?” He tried to move, but couldn’t as he noticed the mechadendrites wrapped around him. He was too weak to protest, and so just laid back on to the bed. He felt cold and his hands were stiff and numb. He had to have lost a lot of blood, and couldn’t get much better. “Look doc” he said, staring at the ceiling,”...if I’m a lost cause just give me something for the pain and help someone else.”

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue Feb 12, 2019 4:04 am

Ollie paused out of uncertainty, but it was a mere fractions of a second compared to the length an unaugmented person would halt for.
There were solutions he could imagine other than gunpowder, but they were not as fast. And if they didn't fit into the plan, then they could very well cost the Kasrkin his life as they were translated. That wasn't time either side had.

He instead hurried to the locker, and using the encoding of the infoburst, keyed it open, his mechadendrites riffling through the contents and retrieving enough stub rounds. Three.. Four to make sure.
The techpriest closed the locker again with polite reverence, before delicately navigating the mayhem of the floor and delivering the shells to Cheslock.
They cascaded from Ollie's grips with a heavy clink into the tray beside her.

Like most of his kind, Ollie wasn't terribly good at being comforting, nor what most people would consider personable. But upon returning, he could understand Krast's distress, or at least his confusion.
Keeping out of the way of the Metasurgeon, Ollie stood beside Krag and took one of the Cadian's cold hands in his own far warmer one, in a slightly stiff but rather human gesture.

Pulling down his own rebreather, and raising his optic lenses out of the way, a surprisingly patient and intact face watched over Krast's, eyebrows furrowing, "Where's that Cadian spirit your captain is so proud of?"
A brown eye met the Cadian's violet, "You're in the best hands in the room, Mister Krast, but we need you to pull your weight and not give up on yourself." Ollie took a stab at motivation, "Besides, surely you have people worth fighting for here? People you'd be leaving behind if you join the Emperor so soon."

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Wed Feb 13, 2019 12:40 am

"indeed" cheslock added as she pried the bullets out of their casings one at a time "so there will be no more nonsense about lost causes, all that's required is a non-standard approach, now this is going to sting a little" without hesitating she poured the contents of each stub round into each wound and -after quickly making the symbol of the cog- ignited them with a small lighter one after the other, there was a flash of light and loud hissing as the gunpowder reacted to the flames, after the flash subsided the metasurgeon did a scan of each area both with her eyes and her medicae augmentation.

"capital" she remarked eventually after looking at the scar tissue where there had once been an open gaping wound, satisfied with the result the rest of her mechadentrites slowly relaxed and eased their grip on the Kasrkin as she applied dressings, gauze and green paste to the affected zones "you're not quite out of the woods just yet, we need to put some blood back into you, but you won't be heading to the emperors side anytime soon either" looking back at the used casings cheslock collected them and placed them into the cadians hand before grabbing the bucket and moving it to one side "in 15 minutes we'll administer painkillers, don't want to risk it reacting with any detox still in your system"

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"arm feels a bit numb" halvus slurred "and a tad tired, think i might have a nap."
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Postby CyGamer » Thu Feb 14, 2019 10:46 am


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Postby Fates End » Fri Feb 15, 2019 1:27 am

As the armor had come down. So now it went back up. The woman retracted within the armor of Krieg, disappearing . . . morphing into the outer shell. Like a Servitor resetting itself, she lowered the bandage and inclined her head politely to Cat. Part of her wanted to argue, to tell him why it didn't matter one bit if he talked to her, because she wasn't going to live through the campaign. But that was silly, an emotional attachment that would just bother the Commissar (and perhaps her as well).

The exhaustion disappeared, her eyes hardened and she took in a slow breath as she reached into her small medkit and withdrew the first dose of the medication he'd asked for. It was her unit's ration of the anxiety drugs for the week, but then she knew for a fact that none of them took it. Someone else always had more need of it than they. And that's what her unit did. Give so others wouldn't want.

The Krieg medicae pressed the pills into Cat's hand and administered a mild sedative a moment later. "Spare your caring for the living, Commissar. I'm a dead woman walking." She said with a polite, almost serene air. Seconds later she saluted sharply and headed off. Away.

See herself as important. What the hell did that even mean? How he advised something that he wouldn't do for himself? December shook her head, it sounded nonsense and yet the words bounced around her mind with a dangerous tone. She'd done a stupid thing, she should have played the drone of a Medicae that was expected. But she hadn't, and now she had to deal with the consequences.

One last glance to make sure everyone was taken care of, and then she was ducking out of the medicae tent and on her way back to the Krieg compound. There were only a few sets of hands she trusted to mend her wounds, and none of them belonged to the healers in Medicae.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue Feb 26, 2019 3:35 pm

Cat did as he was told, nodding and leaving December be. He understood the need for things to be separated.
As she administered the sedative, he first felt the chill in his arm, and then slowly, his blinding pulse slow to one matching the situation.
Un-tensing, Cat pulled a face gently, trying to shift the soft buzzing in his head.

Calmer, and able to focus on the immediate, the main in his shoulder caught up to the commissar. And the strange, misfiring nerves as his MIU tried to reconnect to the wrecked arm.
With a tired expression, he stared over at the medicae ward and the frantic blur of activity and noise still going on in the various sections.
Standing up after a pause, Yorke followed December.

He held out his hand in explanation, "...No fuss, no more talking if you don't want. I promise. I just need out of this... Theatre." he accompanied her then silently towards the compound.

[[ Cat has left, assumedly to be patched up offscreen by less talkative people. ]]

From across the ward, Ollie tilted his head slightly, observing Yorke leave. With his respirator lowered, his full face was visible for once, and the techpriest wore a puzzled expression. He would follow later, or track down the errant commissar before too much of a mess was made of the bionic.
But for now, he watched Cheslock work, and kept the area clean.

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Postby LaxKnight » Tue Mar 05, 2019 2:30 am

The arm going numb was fine and Mari looked at the monitors to confirm that it was unlikely that Halvus was going to die if she slept.

“Sleep well and may the God-Emperor smile upon you,” she gave her a comforting smile.

Once Halvus did go to sleep she would quietly order some orderlies to start taking out shrapnel before going off to see who else was in need.
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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Wed Mar 06, 2019 12:00 am

true to her word, the metasurgeon administered some painkillers to the kasrkin once the allotted 15 minutes had passed, satisfied that he was past the worst of it Jane turned her attention to the rest of the medicae tent to see if everything was in order

"thank you for your assistance" she addressed ollie "we should be fine for now, everything has settled down and we don't appear to be getting anymore patients incoming." cheslock then turned her attention to mari "hospitaller unless there is anything else i'll leave the tent to your capable hands, i have a mordian captain to speak with."

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the lieutenant didn't hear the hospitallers words, for she had already drifted off to sleep by the time she had finished saying that she was tired
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Mon Jun 10, 2019 4:22 am

[[Timeskip and Scene Reset]]

This scene is a direct continuation of . It precedes .]]

"MEDIC!" A yell was heard, its source coming closer to the tent.
Entering the tent were 2 Cadian orderlies who replaced the 1st response team, they moved a wheeled stretcher carrying the now bound and tied down, Unit 9453/8-316, covered with a blanket to conserve body heat (and conceal her rather undignified state, not that a Kriegerin would understand or care). Still unconsious with remnants of foam still covering the edges of her mouth, the newly gained bruises were simply insignificant.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed Jun 12, 2019 3:55 am

The one who drove the stretcher answered while the 2nd stayed behind "It's one of them gas huffers, got into some sort of a sick organised fistfight to relieve collective normal folk's tension. Symptoms are Asphixiation, Seizures, Frothing at the Mouth, Loss of Consiousness, still breathing. Vitals look stable, airways cleared. Bruising and minor bleeding. Looks like someone was very pent up."

The second orderly returned and raised a key
"Got her suff locked outside"

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Thu Jun 27, 2019 2:58 am

"an organised fist fight..." jane slowly repeated, simultaneously demonstrating that it was actually physically possible to give the impression of a glare from a featureless faceplate. while she knew that tensions were high along with chances of a fistfight breaking out, the addition that a) it was organised and b) a member of the death korps had actually taken part in it was a little more difficult to understand

"you're going to have to give a little more detail on that one, please."
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Thu Jun 27, 2019 2:16 pm

The first Orderly replied first with a shrug and then with words "Wasn't there but the huffers set up some tent with fighting grounds, saw it once on the way to the Chapel. Got her halfway here."

"Where do you want her be, maam? A bit on the entryway here." The 2nd Chimed in.

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Sun Jun 30, 2019 10:04 am

jane was speechless

that the death korps had set up a tent and organised fights as a means to improve morale, it was just so illogical, so incomprehensible..and yet at the same time if one followed the thought pattern to its logical conclusion they would realise that it was also precisely the sort of thing that the death korps would come up with

there she remained in a stupor, and likely would've stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon had the 2nd orderly not said anything.

"wha?..oh...yes, just put her in that bed over there" she said absentmindedly, pointing at nearby bed that was free
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue Jul 02, 2019 10:13 am

Both nodded and rolled over the the stretcher into adjacent position then unclasped the restraints alogside the heat blanket. "The hell they are feeding them with?" The brown haired one grunted in effort as both lifted the abnormally large and even more abnormally heavy specimen onto the bed and turned her on the side to drain waste away from the airways should it remain.
"What treatment ma'am?" The tanned orderly asked as the former moved out with the transportation apparatus.

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Wed Jul 03, 2019 4:05 am

"just...do the usual check for broken bones, recite the incantation for swift healing and let her rest." the metasurgeon told them before walking back to her desk where she had left her cup, hoping it hadn't gone cold while she dealing with the new arrival.

still warm, acceptable. she thought after finally taking a sip once everyone had gone
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed Jul 03, 2019 7:06 pm

The Cadian nodded and went on with his duties, shortly later leaving the patient to take care of others.

Some time afterwards the patient stirred then made a sudden inhale, drinking in the air like a parched woman stumbling into a desert oasis, her eyes slowly twitched open then she lay there with little motions save for the deeper breaths and wandering eyes trying to figure out her current location. The Kriegerin made a motion to sit up but sudden lightheadedness caught up to her, in that short span of time she roughly managed to sport some sort of a red and metallic smudge standing out of the sterile environment and tried to reach out only to find herself back in a lying position with darkness creeping into the edges of her vision again.

"Eckk-vipp--mmmennnttt..." the unit weakly vocalised on an exhale, slowing pronunciation down to lumbering syllables.

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