Operation Relief for Leads Part 1(//with Fynn McScrap & Dr. Doreen Nagger)

[FynnMcScrap]

The ambulance data was transferred quickly and completely, and not long afterwards the casualties arrived at the ward, followed by the transportation sled with Walkers cryostasis chamber.

One crewman, a navigation officer with serious eletric burns on head and face and a deep but clean laceration in his sholder where a long sharp splinter from the exploding navcom screen has pierced him was sedated but quite lively, talking about all that had happened. Shock... but under control.
He was repeating over and over that the wound was not bad, and the nurses should let him get back to the bridge.

But between all his words his eyes seemed to be glued to the long white cylinder of the cryocabin.
And in a short , serene moment he sighed deeply, looking directly at the nurse before him and said in a small , sad voice :

The captain... he must get well, jes ?

The other men were being cared for. One case of short exposure to low pressure in a partial decompression, two cases of smoke poisoning , a broken arm with a nasty fragment fracture of the proximal upper arm.
The rest mainly concussions and severe shock.

And Walker... hit by a flailing steel beam across the back before being catapulted into the navcom screen sideways by the explosion. Nearly bleeded out, too.
He had been filled with emergency fluid and applied medstasis bands and fracture fixtures... before packing him into the cryochamber.

And now... he waited. Paitently, in deep comatose slumber, neither dead nor alive.

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven

[Doreen]

Doreen had been here before and more than once. She had seen worse....MUCH worse. Bodies ravaged from reactor explosions, pilots torn apart in battles between Bounty Hunters, Corsairs, Outcasts and more and she knew all too well what radiation did to the body.

She heard the officer talking constantly. He's conscious and somewhat alert so he's OK she thought to herself. She directed one of the staff to try and settle him down until she could get to him. Her focus was the cryochamber.

She took a medical tricorder and began taking readings. He was beaten up but his chief issue was blood loss due to internal injuries. Her sick bay wasn't fully complete but it was enough for her to do surgery. She just looked to some of her staff, even a couple of non-medical people, "Get him to sick bay. Residents, get him ready for surgery. I'll be right in."

She went back over to the chatty officer. "You'll be OK. I am Dr. Nagger," as she ran a scan of him, "You....all of you...will be just fine."
It was something her staff could take care of, removing the object and closing him up but first, he needed to be sedated. Exchanging her tricorder for a hypo spray, she injected him with a sedative before the next consonant left his lips. It was strong, very strong, enough to put a draft horse asleep. Taking a minute to be sure he was stable, she sent him in with staff to have the object removed, stitched and cleaned up.
"Immobilize the hurt arm and shoulder once he's finished," she ordered as she headed for the surgery ward, "I'll address the burns later."

After scrubbing up, she could tell how green her staff was. They hadn't seen the ugly she had. They opened his cryochamber but weren't sure.
"I need 4 units of B positive," she ordered, "I need that before we get started and don't make me wait!"
Assertive? Yes. Scared? No. She just wanted things done and done right and this man had given her an opportunity, one she wasn't about to blow.

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[Doreen]

It was a couple of days after the arrival of Mr. Walker and his crews. Walker himself was resting comfortably in an ICU after a large blood transfusion made possible by the staff making up the shortfall by donating themselves. It was after all of the patients were resting that she thanked the staff, letting them know that they had earned her respect that day.

The navigation officer was doing well. He was back on his feet. Not yet released, Doreen put him on some light duty answering coms to allow the rest of those needing recovery time to do just that. True to form, she made her daily rounds quite often with a cup of coffee. It was her blood, really.

As a bonus, she was able to sneak home to spend time with her son. It was planned nor expected but it improved her mood. With the upcoming mission to Leeds, she knew time was precious.

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[Sturm347]

James needed time for himself. He just couldn't believe what happened. He should have been the one on the ship. He was thankful though that William was in good hands, Fynn told him personally that Doctor Nagger was one the best. In the mean time he just needed to think. He ask one of Fynn's skippers if they could bring him and a few crew to Planet Curacao to pickup another ship donated to SRO. This time though it was from an anonymous donor.

Once they arrived at their destination, he thanked the skipper and proceeded to the docks where he was greeted by one of the managers.
"You must be Mr David. I'm Thomas, Thomas Ferguson, one of the operators here for Orbital Spa & Cruise."
"Pleasure to meet you Thomas" James shook hands with Thomas.
"I'm sorry to hear about Mr. Walker, I hope he is recovering well. People like that are a rarity these days. Lets proceed to my office to finalize the transfer of the ship."
"Thank you, we lost a lot of people that day and Mr McScrap was lucky enough to find him among the wreckage."
"Please sit down, Mr. David." Thomas gave him a tablet to sign. "That should do it."
"Let me walk you to the docks so you can see you new ship"
James gathered his crew and walked with Thomas to the docks.
"Well Mr. David, here is your new ship for SRO. She's beautiful isn't she?" Thomas pointed to the sleek Yacht getting prepped for take off.
"She is our top model for Yachts, the Democritus. She may not be as big as your destroyed liner but she has plenty of cargo space for all of your needs and she is also quite armored as well. Your donor gave specific instructions to outfit her with with top of the line protection. She has two countermeasures, an armor upgrade, four Dulzian defense turrets and a missile launcher."
James could hear his men whistle at the back.
"We are grateful Thomas but we don't really need the guns nor the missile launcher. SRO is a relief organization and we don't need guns for that. If you can remove them for us, you can keep those."
"I'm sorry Mr. David but your donor was really adamant about those. The specific instructions were give it as is. If anything was taken out, then the ship would revert back to the donor. You should have read the contract before you signed it."
James was irked a bit but in his mind he was glad, that should give us at least a fighting chance next time a Xenos would try to stop us.
"Okay then, I guess we'll keep it then."
"Guys, lets load up and head home"
James thought, Fynn would be surprised once he sees this ship. With that he and his crew boarded the ship and prepared to take off

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[FynnMcScrap]

Fynn was actually outside the Haven in his CSF as the Democritus reached Texas,
overseeing the removal of the last scaffolding from the outer Hull.
The first sign he got was a wistle in his com speakers, and then the cheers from his crewmen.

There she came soaring in from the lane at Houston, shining in the light of Texas´ white star.
The [SRO]Sirius.Relief[2] , a modified Democritus Yacht : sleek, beautiful.
And coming home to the Haven.

Fynn here, all hands : let us have some radio disciplin here, ok ? We have a Lady visiting us, after all !

He smiled at the laughter and the comments flooding the comchannels and switched to another , more private com.

Doc Nagger, Fynn here. Please : I would like to know if Mr. Walker could be escorted to a window facing Houston.
There is a visitor here who might be helpful to his recuperation process.
That is, if the ship is not dismantled by my scrappers and the repair ships currently swarming out to meet James and his Crew.

Fynn smiled again, fastening his security belt just a notch before he toggled the side valves enough to set him spinning slightly and then opend all four main engines to full thrust. With all position lights flashing he joined the wild dance of repair ships, small and medium junker vessles and even the bulky form of the Havens tugboat that were currently racing to greet the yacht.
After all ... a Foreman had to fly in front his men, point of honour.

He sure hoped that Doreen and Mr. Walker could see this show.

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven

[Doreen]

Doreen answered simply, "Sure thing."
Walker was still a bit weak but he was able to get up. With her at his side making some small talk and taking his right arm to support him, she escorted him to new lounge area facing Houston. Together, they took a table by the window.

She was all gentle smiles as they talked, her chin resting on her forearm, the elbow on the table. With perfect timing, she just turned her eyes out the window when the celebration started.

"I was asked to give you a good seat if you were able enough," she said to him.
She sat back, her arms resting across her stomach, as she took in the view as well.

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[Sturm347]

Its been like week when William had woken up from coma, but he hadn't spoken to anyone yet except for Doreen. He was still in shock from what had happened on that fateful moment. He still couldn't believe that someone would actually shoot an unarmed civilian ship. He had been wrong. He couldn't believe that he as so naive and had to admit that this was a cruel universe where life is cheap. He had to think about what they were doing, about the safety of his people. He needed to rethink their strategy. He needed to talk to Fynn.

He waved at the nurse just outside. Once she was near him he said. "Could you help me stand and let me out of this room?"
"We'll, Mr. Walker, I'm glad that you've finally decided to talk to somebody aside from Dr. Nagger"
William smiled, "Yes, I had a lot to think about but it's all clear now and I need to get back to work. It's been severely delayed already."
"You can't leave yet without the doc approving it, She still needs to run several tests to make sure your fit to get back work."
"but.." He tried to argue.
The nurse interrupted him, "No buts!, until doc says you're good to go, you will stay here"
"Can you tell me where Dr. Nagger is?
"I think she's at the new opened cantina with Mr. McScrap"
He was surprised that the cantina was already opened, was he gone that long?
"Can you call her for me?" he asked.
"She's kind of busy right now and so is Mr. McScrap if that is your next question"
He sighed, "How about Mr. David? can you ask him to come to my room?"
"Ok, I'll send some to look for him, I think he's also in the cantina talking with several of the junker crews."
"Thank you"
William went back starring at the window thinking I need to get updated on whats happening lately and really needed to get back to work.

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[Doreen]

A gentle knock was heard as Doreen came through the door, her bright smile leading the way. "Mr. Walker?"
She was in her off duty cloths, a light blue blouse, light, white sweater and slacks.
Approaching him, she gave an easy hand shake, "You're on your feet which is a good thing. I trust you're feeling a lot better?"

Escorting him to sit at the edge of his bed, she continued with her care, "I need to check your wounds so you'll need to removed your robe."
She was, in some ways, old fashioned. Sure, a tricorder could read all she needed to know but she used the method of a stethoscope and pulse for vitals as she moved the sensor over various parts of his back and chest, His right wrist was in her control as she took readings there with her fingers.
She then examined where she had removed metal from his back. "This is why I like laser sutures so much," she commented, "they leave no scars."

The one fracture he sustained was also healing nicely. She did use the tricorder to get some tissue scans and such. He was still not up too strength but she was confident enough to let him get around a bit.

"I think you can roam about the base but I'm not ready yet to release you to duty," she explained, knowing his concern about the mission to Leeds, "Remember, I have to wait too. For now, moving about will get you some strength. Lots of proteins and limit the alcohol intake."

She stood up with a smile and walked to the doorway only to turn around, "When you get yourself together, there are people at the Cantina waiting to see you."
She turned and left, leaving Walker to get himself ready.

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[Sturm347]

"Thank you Doreen" was all he could say as she was leaving. He didn't even know if she heard him.
James was waiting for him outside while he got ready. "James? I need to pass by the office to send some comms before going the cantina."
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem. Let me get you your cane"
Ah, the cane, William grimaced. He almost forgot about the pain in his left leg until he put pressure on it while walking. He ought to ask Doreen about that, maybe next week.
James updated him about recent events regard SRO and Haven. When arrived at the SRO office, William quickly sat down his chair and made several comms.
"I'm done for now, let's go to the cantina"

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