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PostPosted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 3:26 am 
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She couldn't blame the soldiers for taking their time to reply. While her uniform clearly indicated Tahirah was with the tau'ri, that didn't mean she was immediately trustworthy. Even more so, given the circumstances. She waited calmly, knowing that it wasn't something she could force. Finally one of the men coughed.

She listened closely to what he had to say, finding very little of it new information. Unseen enemy, striking key areas, setting up an atmosphere of terror. Up until the end, that part was different. Until now she had seen the victims and the survivors, but she had not heard an eyewitness account of an attack. Breaking how?


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 2:07 pm 
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Caleb had managed to stop the wound from bleeding any more, but well how long that would last for or if the person was even likely to make it. Well he really wished he had taken a longer basic first aid course, because he was sure that the job he had done was as poor as anyone. He sat back on his hunches for a moment, his own hands covered in blood that was quickly drying and making his hands feel tight. He wiped them on his trousers, thankful that they were dark coloured, at least it wouldn't show up, which meant he wouldn't get questioned as to where he was hurt.

He helped the child sit up against one of the buildings, it was the best he could do in the situation and he knew that once both Blake and Claire were done sorting out the most injured they would make their way around everyone else. He had done his part, for now.

Caleb heard his radio spring to life, not expecting it he must have jumped about half a foot in the air, he didn't often spook easily, but the whole situation an enemy unseen that was posing as someone else. That was also able to cause as much damage as they liked, from what he could tell just by working to the settlement, it was bound to get to people.

Hand on his chest, he couldn't help smiling as he heard Blake's voice come over the radio, at least it was someone he knew. “Fine, there was a kid, stuck outside the fencing,” he replied knowing that the others might hear. “Patched them up as best I could, but they gonna need more than I can give them.”

It was the truth he just hoped that he had done what was best for the person he had helped because otherwise he was going to be in a hell of a lot more trouble than what he thought. That would be a nice way to end a years work, getting court martial over helping a child, he was sure his parents would love that.

He leant a bit further back so he could see the others across the way, it seemed someone had come out to greet them finally. He couldn't hear what was being said and sure if they were speaking slow enough he was sure he would be able to lip read what they were saying. But from the mere expression, angry people tended to talk quicker, which mean that trying to see what a person was saying was difficult.

Caleb couldn't contain a shiver that ran down his back once more, it might be a contained area that the Tollan's had set up, but well the people were still pretty scattered around the area. To thin to help if there was an attack at one point, not enough weapons to go around and honestly the majority of the people were children and Caleb had a thing about putting a weapon in a child's hand.

He just didn't like the thought of not being able to see what was coming next, most times you could tell, there would be that small sense of just knowing what was going to happen. But, this so called invisible enemy, made him uneasy.


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PostPosted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 10:12 pm 
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Claire nodded as Blake accepted her offer of help, but didn't miss the other woman's speech cutting off, just as her eyes travelled over to where Caleb had crossed the perimeter.

Shit!

Whatever he was doing, she hoped that he wasn't about to get into a whole shitstorm of trouble. That was the last thing they needed. This mission needed to run smoothly, and not just in terms of treating as many children and other casualties as possible. While it wasn't exactly common knowledge that she and Caleb were a couple, they weren't keeping it a secret. As such, they needed to prove that they were able to work together without distraction. Whatever he was up to, Claire hoped that it was something that either went unnoticed by Taft in particular, or was something so urgent that he had taken the only realistic course of action.

Claire looked perturbed as she turned back to Blake, trying to put Caleb to the back of her mind while she focused on her patients. "What's up," she asked, her eyebrows twitching upwards.

Blake nodded towards a small boy, no more than seven or eight, who was worryingly quiet. A red tag was around his wrist, and Claire flicked her eyes back towards the army medic. "Suspected crush injuries to the chest and abdomen, he's in and out of consciousness, query internal bleeding, fractured ribs and pelvis."

It was a terrible potential set of injuries, and Claire's expression was sober as she nodded. Taking the few steps towards the boy, she listened as Blake radioed Caleb, relieved when he answered. She should have known. A tiny smile flickered on her lips. Helping a kid was completely his style, even though she hadn't seen him interact with children before. He wasn't the kind of man who could just let a child suffer. She would have done the same thing, and to hell with the consequences.

Claire knelt beside the boy, brushing a hand over his forehead, which was cold and clammy. Her other hand went to his wrist, taking his pulse. Weak and thready. The boy's eyes flickered open. "Hurts..." The voice was barely even a whisper, and Claire shook her head. "I know it hurts, sweetheart," she soothed, gently palpating his abdomen, which brought tears and a fresh moan from him.

Claire didn't like the boggy feeling of his abdomen, nor the wince as she touched one of his ribs. The rib moved far too much for her liking, into the chest cavity. "Blake, I think you're right," she said, jerking her head to call the medic over. "We're going to have to anaesthetise and..." She let her voice trail off, knowing that Blake would know that opening the boy up was the only option. She didn't want to scare him, however. She shot the other woman a serious look.

"How experienced are you with field operations?"


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 12:41 am 
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Despite her stony facade, Chancellor Travell had an air of vulnerability about her that spoke of deep personal loss. Whether or not that loss was immediate or not was impossible to tell. Her visage remained impassive as Taft spoke, indicating that she didn't care in the least about the position he held, only that he was one of the team whom the Tau'ri had sent to assist them.

"Are you a medic," she asked, her voice crisp and demanding an immediate answer. They had asked for medical assistance, and, if, as Taft had indicated, only two medics had been brought along, it would not be enough. "It is not only the casualties you see here that we are concerned about," she explained, inclining her head towards a half-ruined building. "Before the hospital was targeted, the 'Furlings' murdered our doctors and nurses. There are many still within who need medical assistance."

She frowned once more as Taft mentioned the fire team. "And how many of that fifteen are medics?"

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The young man looked a little confused as Tahirah asked "how" the victims had been broken. He thought for a second. "It was... almost as though they were broken in two." His voice was filled with anguish. "Some were lifted off the ground, and then snapped, literally, across the middle. Others... their limbs bent in unnatural ways." He shuddered. "And one... well, she literally had her heart burst from her chest."

The memory was clearly harrowing for him, but he had to explain what he had seen. "It is difficult to explain. It was almost as though some of them were being torn apart from the inside out."


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PostPosted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 10:43 pm 
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To be a Sergeant of any kind, a given individual had to learn a unique skill. How to listen to multiple sources of input while also doling out orders to the troops. In this case, listening to the Communications Tech, the woman who'd just arrived with her questions, and the chatter that was happening over his team frequency. While the woman was still speaking, he keyed his mic and passed the only judgement the team would hear about Caleb's actions. "Make sure the perimeter is closed up behind you." It took more than pulling a child inside the perimeter from a few feet away to make Taft think ill of a person's actions.

"No ma'am, or I'd be elbow deep in your people's guts right now." Well, he'd provided one medical procedure so far. If pulling the plug could be called a procedure. "I'm here to ensure the medical personnel stay alive long enough to do their jobs." She was looking for something to be disappointed in, for whatever reason. It made him think she was a politician already laying the ground work for who else to blame. "Ours would die too, if we just kicked them through the gate with a twenty pinned to their collars and a 'good luck' pat on the back."

Taft answered the last question absently as power started to show on the communications gear he was overseeing. "Two, standard issue field trauma medics. Fire teams are so we can get control of a situation that is decidedly hostile to non-combatants." He suddenly turned and looked the woman in the eye. "Have you been able to kill or capture any of the enemy?"


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PostPosted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 2:48 am 
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Perhaps it was a language problem, perhaps not. Everything the young man described could have been caused by unseen assailants. The last though caught her attention. As part of her training as Im'abseti, Tahirah had learned about many goa'uld weapons. She had heard of a lesser goddess who had been toying with biological weapons, one such would cause the heart to explode. While she doubted that this was the case, it did open up one route of investigation she had overlooked. I know my questions are not easy to answer. You have my gratitude. Nodding to the others, Tahirah headed back into the shelter. Her dark eyes scanned for an out of the way area and the tell tale sign of sheets drawn over faces.

The Tollan had placed their dead off to one side, following the inexplicable custom of covering their faces. Kneeling beside the nearest, she pulled back the sheet and closely examined the body. She was not a medic, but had seen enough battles to recognize wound types and their causes. Hopefully these poor folk would tell her something new about their mutual enemies.


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PostPosted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 10:24 pm 
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"Yes, sir," Caleb responded clicking his radio once more to reply to Taft. He let out a small breath at least the Sergeant Major wasn't going to berate him over the radio for going outside of the perimeter. Of course Caleb thought he had good actions of saving the child, although looking at the unconscious form of said child, he wondered if it was for the best, sure he had stopped the bleeding, saved the kid from being left out in the cold to god knows what enemy.

But that was the thing, no one knew what the enemy looked like, sounded like, how it could become invisible and Caleb was not sure if he had just brought the child back inside the walls, patched them up all for them to get killed. Because in the end, Caleb knew for a fact that an invisible enemy meant that no matter how many walls you put up, how many guards you had keeping watch, it could already be too late.

He really hoped it wasn't too late, but part of him, the very, very military side of him thought it was already too late. Whatever the invisible enemy had come for, he was at least seventy percent sure they might already have what they needed and were planning on moving on.

Standing back up, boots creaking with the weight of himself getting to his feet, he pushed a hand through his hair, the day was just ending up worse and worse. He nodded to a few of the people that he could see staring from what ever position they had taken to hide themselves away. He understood their apprehension over what was happening, hell he would be just as nervous as them, if not more so if an invisible enemy suddenly invaded his home and blew things up.

Caleb moved around the compound - his gun tucked safely to his side out of the way for the time being - looking for objects to use to board the small opening up. He made a lot of noise as he moved around, hoping that if something was hiding somewhere they would know they were hear, then probably get myself killed in the process good thinking Caleb.

Shaking his head at his own thoughts he moved around the compound swiftly tucking as much of the scrap metal up against the opening as possible, although not before taking one last look outside, still as quiet as it had been when he'd brought the kid inside. It was still as creepy as well, knowing he should be able to see or hear something happening to not seeing or hearing anything.

Once the hole was boarded up, the metal was pretty damn strong but strangely light weight, if it had been a less hostile time he would have asked them just how they made such a thing it was interesting. His mind wondered for a split second to having an array of weapons made out of the light weight metal, it would mean soldiers could carry more survival gear when they went out, less weighed down by weapons.

The thought got him no where though, it wasn't going to help in the situation not in the least, he clicked his radio once more, "Hole is all boarded up now, sir," Caleb said, letting the rest of them - not just Taft - know that once more they were safe.

Or as safe as they could be with an invisible enemy to hand, he turned away from the handiwork he had just completed and with his back to the fence he made his way back towards the group....


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Glad he responded to her enquiry, Mere listened as Williams explained his reasoning for breaking perimeter. It wasn’t ideal, him being outside the line of sight, but there again nothing about this entire situation was ideal. Ideal would be not having to be here in the first place, patching together kids who got caught up in something no one deserved to suffer through.

Before she could key her radio to respond, Taft’s voice filtered through over the comm, and there was little else she could say as an afterword. Williams wasn’t getting a chewing out, he was relatively safe, and his actions would probably save another life, so unless tides turned, everything was working out as best as it could do.

Which wasn’t the case for the young boy who lay at her feet, and delivering her assessment, Mere stood by and watched Claire perform an examination of her own. Moving in closer, Mere exhaled as the Doc confirmed that the injuries were as extensive as she had feared. Surgery in this environment was second only in its shittiness, to the patient dying, and damned if she was going to let that happen if there was another option.

Dropping her voice as not to worry the boy, who seemed only partially aware, but conscious and therefore able to understand, Mere maintained eye contact with the Doc as she returned the focussed look.

“I’ve assisted in a half dozen, and flown solo once on previous tours” Duty in an active war zone came with its risks, and Mere had seen her share of injuries needing attention, both to her unit, and to civilians caught up in hostilities – Even then, she’d never been needed when it was a child that lay injured

“What do you need?”

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Claire couldn't help paying attention to the radio and making sure that everything was okay with Caleb. She silently released a worried breath as he explained that he had been pulling a child inside the perimeter. Still, it was another injured child, and she worried about that. She glanced across at Blake for a second, before shrugging and keying the radio.

"Caleb," she said softly, looking across and hoping to catch his eye. "How injured do you think the child is? Scale of one to ten?" It was probably more than a scratch and a few bruises if Caleb had seen fit to break the perimeter. That being said, she needed the basics to determine whether it was worth him bringing the kid closer for immediate triage. Most of the children - thank god - were on the lesser end of the scale with minor injuries, but they couldn't afford to miss anything if a child was suffering from something more urgent.

Claire's attention turned back to Blake, and her gaze was serious. "Good," she said, her voice quiet, and she turned away from the boy, not wanting him to hear her words. "We're talking major abdominal surgery here, could even involve a bowel resection and removal of a kidney," she explained. "You ever worked with deep anaesthesia in the field?" She hoped the woman had, otherwise things could get tricky.


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