(08-27-2017, 03:27 AM)Doreen Wrote: She intended her next day to be a relatively easy day, a day of paperwork in her office until another major battle would call her to the surgery ward. It wasn't just her but every available off duty surgeon was called and they were still overwhelmed. She had but five minutes to send a transmission to Erik.
Erik,
I don't know where all the casualties came in from but my staff has been overwhelmed by a battle.....somewhere. So much for this afternoon and quite possibly another day or two. Yes, it's that bad. I hate to ask you but I have a couple of requests. One, I may need someone from your nanite research. Even if the program isn't fully ready, we may have a need.
Second, I have no one to look after Ben. Would you mind? I mean....I have no one else and he likes you and of course, Peter. It looks like I'll be downing a lot of coffee over the next 24 to 48 hours.
*she frowns* Sorry
She felt guilty. One thing she hadn't set up was baby sitting for such emergencies. Hopefully Erik would be able to take care of Ben for her. For the moment, she didn't have time to think about it. Her first patient came in, a Colonial pilot badly burned with extensive internal injuries and his left eye was destroyed. He also had a chest tube stuck in his side.
"He was screaming," stated the paramedic, "we sedated him enough to stop that and re-inflated a collapsed lung. He's all yours, Doc."
She went to work on him, cleaning him up and began the process of fixing the damage. A laser scalpel, clamps, natural stitching and a host of other items were on her operating tray. The man was a mess.
"My God," she said under her breath, "And I though Corsairs and Bounty Hunters were bad." Yes, it would be a long night and the first of many patients.
Corvin Estate, New Thessalonica, Planet Yuma, Coronado
In the northern side of the Crayterian Capital, one could find Residential Complex C-1, home to a large amount of the city's population, including some more important people. Obviously, there was no room to waste on gargantuan manors, but within the Complex, a small bit of land had been given as property towards the Corvin Family. The Corvin Estate, as it came to be called, was an area mainly full of gardens and exotic trees, with alleys all around. The entrance, while it had no gates, was "guarded" by a large archway which held the family's blazon on top. Still, the entire area was perfectly secure - since every meter or so around the estate, small automated sentry pylons would be present. Within the grounds, amongst the vegetation, there were three medium sized houses - all looking quite similar. The western house was Lara Wilgrin's. While she didn't retain her family name, she was Erik's older sister, now married and working hard for the Republic. The central house was Henry's, the oldest of the three siblings and current Minister of State in the Republic, while the eastern house belonged to Erik.
As on any other lazy Friday morning... Erik would wake up, head straight to the kitchen and turn on the cooker to brew a pot of tea. Flexing his neck, shoulders and then arms... he'd gently reach for the cupboard to his right, plucking two cups, one for him and one for Peter.
While the tea was being infused, Erik looked out the window and noticed Adelline resting, in her front veranda. Seconds later, Henry came out his front door, quickly hugging Adelline and then striding away towards his shuttle. He didn't fail, however, to notice Erik and wave at him with a brotherly smile.
"Peter, come on down; breakfast's almost ready!" Erik shouted, while turning away from the window and starting to set the table.
Mornings were pretty much the only times he could get a break... enjoy a small bit of time alone with his son. Even this wasn't always the case though... Before Peter even came down, the house's AI perked up and announced Erik of a new urgent message. Erik sighed and thought ... sometimes i'm not sure if having an automated home is a blessing or a curse ... - then he replied "Send it to my pad."
While Peter finally decided to show up and take a seat, Erik invited the boy to start eating, while he took his holo-pad and started reading a transcript of the transmission from Doreen. As he kept taking in the words his eyes followed, his short moment of bliss faded and his face turned from neutral to worried. So many casualties... again... and so soon after only three days... Sadly though, this was the truth every Crayterian came to accept, war was a constant here... and reminders of this truth popped up every day, one way or another.
He quickly regained his composure however, sent a reply to Doreen and after his son finished eating in peace, he said "Go get dressed, please."
The reply was short and simple: "I'll take care of things, you focus on keeping those people alive." Truthfully, he didn't expect Doreen to see it anyway; she'd probably be up to her neck in work by now.