[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole sighed in relief, “I’m glad to hear that.” He waved over one of the soldiers, a non-medic assisting with the triage, and was handed a canteen of water. The surgeon held it out to Galen with an expectant look, other hand open to take the hip flask.

[Galen Sol]

He handed the flask back and took a sip of the water.

"Thank you." he slowly sat up. "You're probably going to have more customers."

[Tethys Carrack]

Tethys slips off her cot, steadying herself with a hand on the nearest available surface as the blood rushes away from her head for a moment. But the stim is working, and she quickly regains a serviceable degree of balance, which she uses to make her way over to Galen.

"I'm glad to see you moving around, Mr. Sol. You were remarkably brave out there." She's quite a different sight from the neat, composed Jedi he'd have last spoken to over a pile of disarmed bomb vests... but then again, he's probably looking a bit different too.

[Galen Sol]

"Galen is fine." he assured her as he slowly stood. "Thank you for your assistance. Without that energy shield, the Doc might not have had anything left to fix."

[Tethys Carrack]

"It was all Baesal's work--Jedi Baesal Zyn," Tethys corrects herself, giving the padawan's full name. "She built the device. I only borrowed it for a field test."

She starts to shake her head, stopping as soon as she'd begun when the lingering hypotension makes her dizzy again. Pressing her fingertips to her forehead, she adds, "I doubt she imagined precisely this situation, but neither did I. Eralynn Varad..." she frowns dourly. "That woman keeps turning up like a bad credit chit."

[Galen Sol]

He nodded. "She's definitely a problem."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole moved away from the pair, checking on the condition of prisoners as they were brought into the relative safety of the building.

[Azura Mora]

"Nice work doc" the girl on watch said, nodding to the blonde man as he moved around "you're gonna be rather busy I suspect. Need any help? Not on a medical side, ain't got a clue about that, but supplies or anything."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole grunted, running a hand through his hair, “it’s acceptable,” the tired lines around his eyes suggested he expected more from himself. “Keep doing what you’re doing, we know that certain bantha dung calling themselves Mandalorian aren’t above suicide bombs, who knows what else they might stoop to.”

[Sabine Kelborn]

Sabine thought she was sneaky, but apparently the damn Kryze did not agree with that sentiment, shooting at the blue target and hooting.

"Hey doc.... where can I sit in line? Any chance you have some kaff by the way?"

OOC:
D4 EA Stealth (Agility) Hard Difficulty: 4eA+3eD 0 successes


Wounds: 16/18
Strain: 8/13
Crits: 1

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole pulled on a pair of gloves, "I don't, but the machine back at camp is set up, I saw to that this morning. All I have is this," he held up his hip flask, offering it to the tough woman. He indicated for one of the supporting soldiers to bring a fresh canteen, and set to work on Sabine. The blaster shot had taken the wind out of her, but hadn't caused any deeper damage, and Cole was able to relieve the strain on her lungs with a steroid and adrenaline shot before moving on to patching the damage.


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D4 EA: Crit-Sabine; Medicine, Easy, Reduce Difficulty (Medpac): 2eP+2eA+1eB+1eD 3 successes, 5 advantage

Critical Injury (Winded) removed.

D4 EA: Heal-Sabine; Medicine, Average, Physician's Bonus: 2eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 2 successes, 4 advantage

+1 Advantage Physician's Kit
5 Wounds and 5 Strain healed.

[Sabine Kelborn]

"Ah, thanks doc. You're still the best." She took a deep breath, then let it out. "Feeling better. Might stim myself a bit later s'more." She smiled at him, and glanced at the others. "Well, this one's been deadly so far."

[Lyseil Panteer]

Since this seemed to be the current field hospital, Lyseil was on post to help stragglers arriving and keep an eye out for trouble... and of course dutifully logging everything when she remembered too. Even if she kept the thermal cloak on to shield off the worst of the heat, the important parts of the uniform was kept visible.

Seeing the call for a fresh canteen, Lyseil was quick to oblige. "Here you go!" she offered with a cheerful smile.


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D4 EA Stealth (Agility) in Contested Area. Boost from Stalker talent: 2eP+1eA+1eB+3eD 4 successes, 2 threat

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

He nodded, unsure what had kept Sabine from taking the ritual combat, but grateful that she had. There was nothing he could do for the two Mandalorian watering the desert sands with their blood. "Thank you," he took a sip of whiskey, washing it down with a swig from his own canteen.

[Azura Mora]

Cole grunted, running a hand through his hair, “it’s acceptable,” the tired lines around his eyes suggested he expected more from himself. “Keep doing what you’re doing, we know that certain bantha dung calling themselves Mandalorian aren’t above suicide bombs, who knows what else they might stoop to.”

"You got it" Azura gave the man a thumbs up "don't overwork yourself though, ok? Don't really want to find a medic to fix up the medic."

She let him go onto help the next person though, keeping a careful watch.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

As more wounded were brought in, Cole felt himself flagging. He paused just long enough to take a long drink of water from the canteen, wishing the water was cold, and to load up a pair of hyposprays. He injected himself with both, took a mouth of whiskey, and composed himself to carry on.


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D4 EA: Stim Application, Medicine, Average: 2eP+2eA+1eB+2eD 3 successes, 1 advantage

Belatedly increase Cole’s Intellect by 1.
Cole takes 4 Strain, total 5.

[Galen Sol]

Galen remained nearby, assisting where he could, but trying to stay out of the way for the most part.

[Sabine Kelborn]

Meanwhile Sabine injected two stimpacks in quick succession, to clean up the lingering wounds.

"Ah, that's teh stuff."

Wounds: 2/18

[Hacha Tsuko]

Hacha's limp body is dragged into the impromptu camp on a stretcher. He has a bad blaster wound on him, and he seems to be knocked out hard, not stirring at all in spite of being consistently jostled.

"Can we get a medic here?" The soldier carrying him calls out.

[Lyseil Panteer]

"Oh dear..." Lyseil chewed her lower lip as she hurried over to help with the unconscious Duros. "Let's bring him over here!" It seemed the real doctors were a little busy for now, so she at least did what she could do in seeing him find a place out of the way of the traffic, check his condition and stabilize him with her basic knowledge of first-aid and field-aid.

Some water carefully administrated to make sure he didn't choke on it was provided.


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Not rolling Medicine, but will happily provide Aid to anyone rolling Medicine for Hacha though.

[V1-V0]

Next to be dragged in was the shutdown droid. It needed a mechanic, not a medic but there was nowhere else to deposit it right now.




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21/19 wounds
3/11 strain
1 easy critical injury

(if there actually happens to be a mechanic about.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole wiped his mouth, pulled on fresh gloves, and got to work once more...


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D4 EA: Crit-Hacha; Medicine, Easy, Reduce Difficulty (Medpac), Assist from PC: 2eP+3eA+2eB+1eD 1 success, 4 advantage

Critical Injury (Agonising Wound) removed.

D4 EA: Heal-Hacha; Medicine, Hard, Assist from PC, Physician's Kit: 2eP+3eA+2eB+3eD 3 successes, 4 advantage

+1 Advantage from Physician's Kit
6 Wounds, 5 Strain healed.

[Rekara]

Rekara hoped that her small size would make her go through the dangers of the war area, but it was not so. As she struggled through the area, the Mon Cal was spotted by her red skin. A sniper didn't let her through, and was able to shoot her through the shoulder, the armor taking most of the damage as she reached the medical area set out by Dr Cole Ormont.

"I've reached" She was able to say once she was there, breathing heavily, "how are the people doing? Are there any wounded to be attended?"

Theater of War (D4-EA). Sneaking in: 2eA+1eP+3eD 2 failures, 3 advantage


4 Wounds received.

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Wounded in Camp: (Correct me if I'm wrong before I start healing people)
Craw Toboga 12 Wounds
Tethys Carrack 10/14 Wounds
Galen Sol 11 Wounds
Sabine Kryze 2 Wounds
V1-V0 21 Wounds
Hacha Tsuko X-6 Wounds

[Lyseil Panteer]

The droid, it seemed to her, needed a mechanic. That was a bit out of her league... she'd never fixed a droid before.

Looking up from her own thoughts and help the doctor, she saw the jedi join them. "Master Jedi, have some water first!" she offered cheerfully, ensuring that water was given to the aquatic lady. Desert landscape must be absolutely dreadful for that species she figured from her studies. "We can't have you passing out from dehydration now."

[Rekara]

Rekara reached out to the most wounded of the ones that had reached the camp. She tapped into the Force and linked herself to the healing power of the light. She looked down at the wounded body of Craw Toboga as the light surrounded him and the power of the Force healed his body.

Theater of War (D4-EA). Force Heal, 1 Force Die: 1eF 1 Light Side


Heal 5 Wounds and 5 Strain

After using the Force, the Mon Cal tried to use her medical expertise to continue the healing, but it seemed that Cole had done all the healing that could be done, and the rest depended on the body of the man. She went on to the next wounded. Next patient was Galen Sol, the Jedi tried to restore the harm done using a Stimpack that she had with her.

Wounded in Camp: (Correct me if I'm wrong before I start healing people)
Craw Toboga 7 Wounds
Tethys Carrack 10/14 Wounds
Galen Sol 6 Wounds
Sabine Kryze 2 Wounds
V1-V0 21 Wounds
Hacha Tsuko X-6 Wounds