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Post by Logan on Dec 10, 2006 11:25:11 GMT -6
Hush looked at Logan with disbelief etched all over his face. She blinked in amazement and averted her eyes, instead focusing on the Commander as she discussed the crew injuries with Skyler.
Well, how do you like that? Logan, evidently you're an idiot.
She couldn't believe Hush would take her positive comment as an affront, but the look in his eyes was unmistakable. I suppose it would have been better to have kept my mouth shut...or perhaps I should have regalled the Commander with glorious details of Gold's resilience in commandering the Raider. That would most certainly have been more on par with Hush's expectations.
Logan's face was flushed and Lt. Baris's voice sounded next to her. "Lt.? Are you alright? Is the pain increasing?"
She looked at the man, full of concern in his blue eyes and immediately felt like an idiot. She was getting worked up over nothing. I'll just leave Hush alone until he decides I'm not a demon. But glancing back at Hush, she didn't know if that day would ever come. She didn't want to get into a 'Which squadron is better?' confrontation with him. It wasn't her fault that Bronze had felgercarb for duties up until this point. She wasn't in charge of assignments.
She wondered what Ally and Janey's conditions were. She knew that they had little information to go on and the Med Team wasn't going to break procedure and tell them anything until they were authorized to do so.
Suddenly, she turned to Baris and startled him by blurting out, "Lt. When can I get out of here? I'd like to get back on duty as soon as I can."
Baris nodded knowingly. He'd dealt with Warriors who didn't like sitting still and healing. "You won't be keeping me company long, Lt. But I can't let you out of here just to have you collapse in the corridor. Patience." He smiled reassuringly at her.
Logan sighed heavily and ran her hand through her disheveled hair. Patience. Not something she had much experience with.
She leaned back against the bed and closed her eyes momentarily. When she opened them, she saw that Baris was studying her face intently. At seeing her eyes open, he met her gaze for a micron before looking away.
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Post by Amy81 on Dec 10, 2006 17:56:38 GMT -6
Hush wished he had someone from Bronze in the room with him, someone from his side to make this easier. The room seemed a bit stuffy to him suddenly with all the Gold members outnumbering him. Just one member of Bronze would do.
But since there wasn't, he looked over at Logan.
Lords, she was beautiful. Even in the state she was in right now. Hush remembered when he struggled to find things to say to her, when he wanted to talk to her. But now...
How could someone so beautiful be so ugly underneath? No, ugly was too strong a word. Unpleasant? No, that wasn't it either. Full of herself maybe?
Was she really any of those things? Or did it just seem that way cause of his own situation? It was the same old story. Glorious Gold, Bland Bronze. Why couldn't he look at her person to person?
Cause she makes it impossible, he decided. Even when she's not trying, it's there. And he was sure that she didn't try to act superior, it just came with the territory.
Hush suddenly missed Janey a lot. With panic he wondered if he'd picked up on something, a feeling, that something had gone wrong with Janey's surgery. He imagined her spirit coming into the room, trying to comfort him, saying goodbye... His hand gripped the bedsheet, twisting it up. Sitting here not knowing how she was doing was driving him crazy.
But he sat there, trying to stay as calm as possible. He looked away, then back at Logan. Lords she was beautiful...
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Post by Amy81 on Dec 26, 2006 18:02:38 GMT -6
A short while later a life chamber containing Lt. Janey was wheeled down the corridor, and to a room at the far end of the hall. Though unconscious and facing a great deal of recovery time, the outlook for her was cautiously hopeful that she'd make a full recovery.
Further down and around the next corner, the chamber containing Lt. Ally was being discreetly wheeled out of the medlab and to a waiting shuttle. Around the chamber were Ally's entire clan, Mother and father, and her two brothers. Though she could not feel it, her brothers each were holding one of her hands.
Soon the shuttle was in space, winging the fallen warrior to the Starliner Alpha, back to her home...
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Post by BRIK on Jan 13, 2007 11:10:52 GMT -6
Commander Sheba looked at each Warrior individually as if she was waiting to see if they had anything else to say. Brik thought over the entire mission in a moment. While deciding if there was anything that he needed to add, he recalled the moment when he commanded the Cylons to leave the warriors...and they did. Due to his slight nervousness at this recurring memory he decided not to mention anything to Sheba. Then he changed his mind. "Commander Sheba" She gave him the speaking floor with a glance and raised, inquiring eyebrows. "I'm aware of procedure and you know that I respect that...but I was wondering if there's anyway possible that you could let us know the medical status of our team members." This request seemed to evaporate all of the odd interpersonal vibes for one single instant as all warriors present looked to Sheba in anticipation and hope.
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Post by LucianG on Jan 26, 2007 19:19:00 GMT -6
Commander Sheba looked at Brik and nodded. "I personally don't know everyone's medical status at the moment, but I'll have Doc BKJ get someone to provide it to you. You...all," she stressed, "were family, you became true brothers and sisters, on this mission. I know that you love and care for each other as that family, so if the medical staff is denying you useful information about the others, we'll make sure they correct that right away. Now, your team did a great job on the ship and on the mission, but I suspect there is much more that we can learn from your experiences. I want all of you to independently record your mission reports, get a good dinner, and then get a good night's rest. In the morning, Lt. Colonel Flynt of Colonial Intelligence lead the debriefings. He's bringing a number of senior team intelligence officers over from the Galactica. They should be arriving about now, actually. We want every bit of useful information we can gain about what you encountered, the details about that ship, and anything and everything about those purple cylons. They'll likely interview each of you separately with respect to your reports, and then, there will be a joint debriefing where you can all work together to fill in gaps in the information that you'll record individually. Now, get to it, Warriors." She gave them a salute, then exited the room.
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Post by LucianG on Jan 27, 2007 9:07:09 GMT -6
Sheba visited the receiving station and found that Doc BKJ was in another surgery. She told Lorna, the clerk, that the medical conditions of all of the wounded or injured assault team members were to be made available to the other team members. "Don't give them detailed medical descriptions, particularly if this would violate patient privacy," Sheba instructed, "just the basics, along with current condition and prognosis. Treat it as if they were family, but not next of kin."
"Yes, Commander," replied Lorna. "I understand. I'll get that to them right away. I'll coordinate with...?"
"Captain Skyler or Lieutenant Logan. Everything goes through one of those two. Now, where can I find Captain Lazant? I want to check in on him."
"Commander, ahhm, I...better talk to you about that...."
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Lazant was immersed in darkness. Not that the room was dark, though the light was dimmed, but with his burned eyes patched, he was in complete darkness whether or not they could actually see anything. With the “treatment” Lieutenant Haidee had provided numbing his entire body, he felt as if he was floating in a dark, shallow pool. The rest was wonderful and much needed. He would get through this….
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Post by LucianG on Jan 27, 2007 9:08:06 GMT -6
Unfortunately, as time passed, either the treatment or the medicine, or possibly both, began to fade, and the bottom of the imaginery basin where Lazant “floated” began to feel as if it was covered with glass shards. It wasn’t too long before when he even twitched, it felt as if the parts coming in contact with the lev bed were being penetrated by dozens, or possibly hundreds of daggers. With the pain so intense, he was wide awake once more. The pain was intense, and to avoid it, he attempted to lay perfectly still with such success that he only twitched involuntarily ever couple of centons, suffered the daggers, and usually stifling the resulting scream. He wanted to sleep once more, but the intermittent pain and his deep-seated belief that he was betrayed by Skyler during the mission prevented the much needed rest from returning.
Once again, his consciouness faded momentarily only to have it jolted back to reality when shoulderblade touched the lev bed. He arched upward as the pain hit him, relieving the contact, but causing another spot to touch. Fortunately, it was not burned, badly anyway, and in a few moments, gritting his teeth and only letting out a low moan, he'd settled back down into the usual pattern. This time, though, a voice interrupted, "Lazant, I'm sorry for the pain you're obviously going through, but I want you to know that you have the gratitude of our ship's crew and that of the people of the Fleet."
"Commander?" he questioned, "Is that you?"
"Yes, Captain, it's Sheba,” she said as she looked over the chart. Bad burns on his face, head, hands, arms, and upper torso, with lesser burns on his upper back and lower torso. Recovery would take quite some time, IF….
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Post by LucianG on Jan 27, 2007 9:11:05 GMT -6
Sheba continued, “I wanted to check in on you personally while I was down here and let you know that the drive you recovered has been sent to the Galactica for deciphering. It should be of great use to us, and your sacrifice in helping recover it won’t be forgotten.”
“Commander, there’s something about that,” gritted Lazant, but as he did, his body was racked by another spasm. Sheba placed a hand on his leg to comfort him, and moments later, he recovered his composure as the pain subsided slightly.
“Shhh, Captain Lazant, there will be time for that tomorrow. Quiet for now. A team of Colonial Intelligence officers will be arriving shortly, and they’ll want to debrief you sometime tomorrow when you feel a bit better. For now….”
She paused, wondering if this was the right time or place. His friendship with Major Brie and his resulting work on improving his attitude in recent yahrens, along with improvements in the operation of the Training Academy since it had been reviewed some yahrens ago had greatly increased his annual evaluation scores. He’d been pushing for it ever since he’d come to the Callisto after the battlestar had come to the Fleet over the past eight yahrens ago, and he’d been denied every time until now, even though as head of the Callisto’s branch of the Training Academy, he should have been eligible for at least part of that time. She decided that this was the moment. “Captain, I want you to get some rest, but before you do, I want to be the first to congratulate you. For your long-time service to our people, I will be signing your request for promotion to Major. Congratulations, Major Lazant. I have to go, but I'll make sure the Med Tech on duty checks on your pain medicine.”
Lazant was flabbergasted and didn’t know what to say. He struggled out a weak, "Thanks, Commander." However, despite the pain, he did have the presence of mind to put off mentioning his deep-seated suspicion that Skyler had deliberately tried to have him killed.
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