Log:EVENT: A Ship Wreck!
A Ship Wreck!
OOC Date: November 1, 2011
Location: Nar Shadaa
Participants: Ruur, Aryn Cortess, Dalrion, Cora Das, Tamsin Cas
[ Ruur (Ruu)]
A massive Aratech BFF Bulk Freighter has collided with the side of Dawnrise Starport! Massive plumes of smoke and roaring flames can be seen from miles away. The supports of the platform shake and creek, bringing about concern of a possible collapse. Ships currently unaffected by the raging fires have started to take off in droves, with or without clearance from the towers. Citizens and crews alike, scramble towards the ramp almost causing a stampede. First response droids have been called and they are doing their best to control things but more help is needed. The heavy duty fire-teams are delayed, fighting another Fire in the Hutt District. It's clear who takes priority.
The starport platform retches, the loud sounds of twisting and bending steel echoing through the air as Dawnstar keeps its structural integrity with the added weight of the massive freighter. Unnatural prongs of hull stick out of the freighter were smaller vessels have collided with the Bulk Freighter, twisting metal with metal in an unholy marriage of chaos and carnage.
One brave NSEC officer is flagged down by a crew member making it off the freighter. "There's still people inside! They're trapped!" He says, coughing from smoke inhalation, his sweaty face spattered with dust and debris.
The NSEC office looks up towards the massive burning monster and gulps, petrified to a standstill.
Passing that Office, Ruur Cedid stops just past the two, studying the wreckage with glowing red eyes. The Shitavanen wears a set of voluminous and flowing brown robes, his hood up, the cloth flapping with the natural winds of the Polluted Nar Shadda skies and that hot heat from the roaring fires.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora Das had been undergoing a bit of routine cargo inspection when the sound of an Aratech Bulk Freighter colliding into the side of the starport tore her attention predictably away. The H.R.D is not, at least half of the time, for her talkative nature, so when that collision causes fire to lick up the sides of that ship and civilians to scatter, she just tips her head quietly to the side. Thinking. Watching. "Get to safety," she says to a cargo droid that was awkwardly swiveling this way and that, its coding protocols torn between cargo delivery and self preservation. A very difficult sort of arithmetic.
That was the ice breaker though. It makes a little 'bwoooooo' sound and zoots away to safety. Phew!
Cora steps towards where that officer is being flagged down. She reaches for a filtration mask and straps it to the back of her head, fingertips loosening up a bit of the components from her modified armor suit before turning to look towards the wreckage and the location where other crew members and civilians are streaming away from. And where she'll, in all likelihood, be running into. She lets out an entirely unnecessary, but entirely satisfying, sigh.
"How many are still in there? Rough count, and where?"
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
When a general distress call went out, Aryn had been at the hospital in the starport district and flagged to answer the call. She rarely left the facility for such a thing, but catastrophe proved just the catalyst to draw her out. With news of fire, and smoke, Aryn did not want to risk exposure like she had during the conflict on Coruscant. She arrived in scout armor, weathered looking and designed with the colors white and blue. The rank LT was next to the name COLE over the left side of the chest. She wore a satchel, its emblem the universal symbol for Doctor. Working her way toward the crowd, she arrives near Cora Das, trying to find a way into the chaos to do the most good.
[ Dalrion (Dal)]
Dalrion was busy talking to a vendor about nav charts, getting rather animated as the man was clearly trying to overcharge him for something. "Look.. there is NO way the nav charts for manaan are that.." The crash sends him staggering, rolling into a bulkhead. he stands up, pulling the helmet of his void armor off and staring in horror at the scene. The human looking man stayed back as the automated systems and first responders began pouring out from everywhere to handle the wreck. he would only get in the way, so he stood back, watching. That was, until the crewman stumbled out of the wreck. his eyes went a little wide as he realized there were people on there and it wasn't an automated freighter. He looked to the hulking wreckage then the nsec officer. He pulled the helmet back on his head and fastened the seals, the suit hissing slightly as the seals clamped into place.
He rushed forward toward the nsec officer. "Did he say there were people in there?"
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
No district of the moon was so far that a call for Dr. Allcome would not find its way to the clinic down in the Ko Hentota District. When it did come, the clinic staff quickly scrambled, moving to ready emergency supplies and transport as needed, moving out as soon as one was ready, the next following. Among their number was Doctor Tamsin Cas, who had managed to find her way up along the lesser known routes to the starport. "Set up at three points around the wreckage, minimum distance from the patients, maximum distance from the freighters." Her staff did not need to be told anything else. They, had, many of them been with Dr. Cas long enough to know how she operated and the group split into a triad, each moving to set up treatment and triage areas as Tamsin herself moved towards the freighters which were still on fire.
[ Ruur (Ruu)]
The Spacer coughs again, shaking his head as he covers his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm not sure... maybe twenty... I saw a couple others get out with me before the grating collapsed in the cargo bay. I don't know where they went."
No one could blame them, really. What were they supposed to do. This went far beyond any fire safety certification that some lowly deckhand might have been required to get. They also certainly weren't getting paid enough to /stay/ and try to save a vessel that was so very clearly lost. Abandon ship it was, and don't look back.
Ruur glances to those who arrive. Cora, Dalarion, Aryn, and Tamsin. He may not know any of them, their stations in life, who's side they were on or their actual identities. However, he knew that these were the only people stepping up to the plate heading forwards towards the fires.
The Wolf-Man took a deep breath and started to move with purpose towards the entrance of the freighter. Inside the heat caused the air to almost liquefy. He stopped, holding up his hand. Smoke crawled along the top of the hull, looking for any escape towards the outside. Those who followed the Shistavanen might find the wrecked and collapsed catwalks to the cargo-hold which was torn open. A couple bodies lay strewn where they had fallen from above. Lights and control panels flickered as wires wre being burned. Sparks flew about from varous busted open panels.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Twenty people.
That's a bit of easy arithmetic. Cora Das leans her head lightly to the side and, without a word, starts to head in through that wreckage. Optic nerves whir and focus on bits of terrain as she goes, and her the first narrow squeeze she passes is the one she moves for. Without hesitation, she flattens herself onto her stomach and disappears into a rapidly-thinning pancaked section of hull that sees her pop back out on the other side. She wants to head forward, but a sudden rush of smoke and heat sends her stepping briefly backward. Though that filter kicks out much of it, some of it still bypasses and causes her to cough and cover her mouth. As she staggers back, she becomes acutely aware of movement above!
And it's not good movement, like a puppy or a kitty cat! It's the bad kind. FALLING STUFF.
Cora rolls forward, narrowly evading that falling debris and staggering back towards the way she came in.
"Shavit."
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
With her helmet on, Aryn was not so easily affected by the heat or the air. She had her own reserves built into the armor that allowed her to focus on other things. Scout armor was intended for the unknown, and sometimes the unknown meant wading through flames and smoke! In their journey forward, they came to some bodies strewn upon the deck. Many were pinned, and all were unmoving.
A quick scan reveals what information can be garnered from their situation, and Aryn determines that one yet lives. Her priority to help this person prompted her next bit of effort, freeing them from their constraints so that they might retreat. She places her armored back against one section of the collapsed debris and hefts it up with a surprising core of strength. <"Hnnnngggh! You... are.. free.. move!">
They scramble from beneath the debris and move. Aryn is not long for holding up the weight, and once they're free, she falls to a knee and catches her breath. Looking onward, she looks for how to help next, observing Cora rolling to avoid debris!
<"Careful!"> She calls out, her cheeks going red a second after!
[ Dalrion (Dal)]
Dalrion looks after Cora and then glances to Doc. "The suit gives me a better shot then the people in there right now." he glances at the survivor, "twenty people... right" he charges into the wreckage, following after cora. The heat is oppressive, even with the void armor keeping most of it at bay, the heads up display was screaming at him. he looked around, desperate for a way to get further into the ship, where the others might be trapped. Spying the catwalk, he grinned. "Well thats a mad idea.. so of course ill do it!" he clambered toward the catwalk, fingers grabbing heated metal, causing moree alarms to blare in the helmet. Up he went till he he reached the unbroken catwalk. he hopped up top and began using ti to move over the debris and deeper into the ship.
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin, making her way into the freighter, pulled the rebreather down over her face. She was dressed for work, and unarmored, but one worked with what one had to work with. A quick check of the bodies that were easy to see, and some attempt to move those who could not be saved to make room for egress, as the one who could be saved was taken out rather admirably. But then Tamsin looked away, following the sight of the back of the man she knew, by voice, even if his armor obscured his face, and began to move to ascend the catwalk, hands slipping slightly on he railings, even in her fingerless work gloves, but with a bit of effort, she managed to make it up and onto the walkway. She did manage a quick call on her comms back to the team outside, "Split the group, prep to form a chain to carry people from the wreckages."
[ Ruur (Ruu)]
Ruur wraps some of the fabric of his outer cloak around his large hand and rips it. Then he ties it around his snout. He was already panting, his tongue sticking out of his snout as the heat was getting to him a bit more than some of the hairless sentients here... or robots. His simple clothing seemed inadequate to handle this job yet the new mask around his face seemed to at least filter the smoke some what.
He followed Cora, then Dal, his large frame having a bit of trouble getting through the smaller areas. Some of his exposed hair was singed on the hot metal and it could be smelt by those without filtration gear on. He pushed through.
When reaching the still intact gang way, he jumped up, grabbing hold of the metal and hefted himself up after Tamsin. It wasn't a far walk to a door, locked. He tried the electrical open but it was jammed. The fire suppression system was built for fires in space. Lock down the cabin and vent the air. That's how you solved that problem. He ripped open the panel beside it and started to mess with the actual lever that opened the door. He groaned and creaked, opening a crack before holding still.
The ship rumbled and the gangway they were on started to groan like it might collapse at any second.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora Das turns over her shoulder when she hears Aryn Cortess call out to her. The HRD blinks a few times, complex artificial intelligence programming running fast to figure out what to do in this exact situation. She opts for two thumbs up, right towards the good doctor. And then, she's disappearing into smoke. Cora turns to look at the rest of her rescue party. Dalrion, Ruur, and then Tamsin jumping on ahead. Her armor's a fancy thing -- rigged with a variety of different gadgets and gizmos to suit a variety of situations. Like this. She jumps and hooks into that ledge, helping to drag herself the rest of the way there. And, when she arrives, she spies that door, partly open but, of course, not all the way.
NOT YET, ANYWAY.
"I'll get it open," she says. It's all clipped. Matter of fact. She walks to the door and places a hand on either side and... pulls. Pulls. Pulls. A sound of strain from her throat that bubbles up into a yell, and then she -rips- that door the rest of the way open, automatic mag-mechanisms engaging to start to pull. She takes a few steps back, the exertion clearly having taken its toll.
[ Dalrion (Dal)]
Dalrion looks up as the gangway crashes down, cursing at his slowness. "SLAG IT!" he danced back from more falling debris, looking around in a desperate attempt to find another way up. he could see none. so what did he do? he made his own. he snatched up the gun from his side and raised it, sighting the ascension line toward a piece of jutting out metal. the gone lurched as the cable went soaring up, embedding itself and puling taught. bracing his legs to the wall he began climbing up the ship toward the others.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
POP
CLINK!
Aryn had withdrawn the S5 Theed Arms Royal Guard pistol, a gift from the Queen of Naboo, herself. Tugging on the pistol slightly, Aryn seems content that it will hold her weight, so she braces her other hand upon the thick grip and triggers the spool to begin to wench her up. It takes a second or two to make the ascent, but soon enough both her booted feet set down, and she recalls the rest of the ascension line by triggering the spool to spin. A second later, it's tucked back into a fancy holster along the small of her back. <"Where to next?!"> She calls out to the team, closing the distance, exhilaration in her voice!
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin only just managed not to end up plummeting back to earth as the gangway gave way, and she scrambled closer to the wall, one hand holding her supplies against her stomach, as the door was opened and she crawled over, on her much more stable hands and knees, to get a look inside, "Crew area, ahead, they probably ran there to protect themselves from the crash." Tamsin worked her way to her feet, using the bulkhead as a support, "Lights are still working, looks like there's some escape pods ahead. The way's not entirely clear, but it might be easier to get them into those than trying to hand them down into the front of the ship!"
[ Ruur (Ruu)]
Ruur flails as he feels the ground give up beneath him, the grate he was standing on with Tamsin now buckling from the weight of them (mostly his large frame). He attempted to reach from the door ledge, his sharp nails scratching the metal there and catching nothing solid to hold himself on.
There is a moment, as time seems to slow down. He calms himself and lets something else take hold. With a bit more speed and just in the nick of time he grabs hold of one of the supports still sticking out of the bulkheads. He cimbed back up and onto his feet, glad to be uninjured.
Dal and Aryn make their way up and come face to face with the long hallway of the Crew bunks. As one might guess it's crowded with debris and fires. The smoke billows above, crawling along the ceiling. Ruur takes a moment to sniff, sussing out the smells of burning fuel and probably other things that won't be discovered until the cleanup crew comes through. He perks up his ears as well. "You are correct." He says, his first words in this encounter. His voice is a deep growl, multi-layered low pitches. Alien and monstrous. "I smell... and hear them ahead. They are panicked. We must act quickly."
Quickly of course means head first as the Wolf Man attempts to jump over a burning bit of metal. He catches his leg and falls forwards into the flames. There's a yip as he rolls from it. He scoots up to his feet once more, hand patting out the fires on his robes. He made it but not without a scratch.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora Das hears those calls for help, and helping is what she came here to do. The pain receptors in her arms are still alight, and her expression pained, but she pushes up and ahead to follow Ruur over that ledge. Through the fire and the flames. (We carry on)
She rushes through and lands on the other side, tucking into herself with a little roll that conserves momentum and makes that inertia spread more evenly throughout her body. The scout stands to her feet and brushes herself off, pushing on ahead to where those terrified folks have gathered. She lifts her hands up -- a galaxy-wide signal for peace -- and does her best to calm them down.
"We're going to get you out of here. I promise," she says simply. Sometimes, that's all it takes. She actually seem convincing!
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
To make the jump, Aryn has to rely on something more than her own strength. It manifests as an extra source of energy that bolsters at the heels of her feet and springs up when she pushes off to jump. Were it a task solely relying on her own ability to jump, Aryn would have failed, but in that moment the Force provided. The result saw the armored doctor land upon the other side, turning back to survey the distance she leapt with wide eyes before moving toward the others and the sound of voices. To add onto what was already said, Aryn says, <"Grab what you cherish and prepare to depart. This ship is not long to be whole, best be on the move now! Are any among you injured and unable to move?!">
[ Dalrion (Dal)]
Dalrion clambers up to the top with the help of the cable, but is greeted with yet MORE fire. because its a damned burning ship. Seeing no way around the flames, dal takes a breath and then breaks into a sprint, barreling through the flames despite the shrill screams of his armor. using the running start he hurled himself across the gap, landing on the other side and huffing his breath in gulps. "Dont worry. we are here. to rescue you" the vox crackled as he spoke, his gulps of air only being slightly transmitted. he straightened up. "Come on.. you need to follow us or we are all going to burn. if there is anyone who cant walk, we need to carry them!"
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin, despite her upbringing (posh) and her current occupation (also still posh) had spent most of her career in the trenches, in the midst of battlefields, and the experience served her well here, as she jumped and dodged fire and debris to get to the crew who were now huddled trying to save themselves. Or, well, no, they were just waiting to die apparently.
But not today!
"We're going to be moving as quickly as possible, you're going to help each other, yes?" Because who didn't want to trust the golden skinned doctor who was moving amongst them? Tamsin gazed around, assessing the injured, "We're going to do some quick battlefield medicine, just enough to get you moving." That would be splints, and hyposprays, pain killers, and sprayable bandages, whatever worked to get them moving. "Grab your buddy, stay with your buddy, and we're all going to get out of here." She lifted an arm to gesture at the rest of the group, "Follow their lead. We're heading to the escape pods!" She switched to her comms, calling down to the team, "We are moving the crew to the escape pods, prepare to receive them on the ground."
[ Ruur (Ruu)]
The ship shakes and groans again, a low rumble felt by everyone in the common area. As the group can see there are several people who seem unharmed but a number of them have lacerations, broken bones, and especially some nasty burns. The look weary, afraid and on their last legs. However, once Aryn, Tamsin, Dal, and Cora arrive with the big Wolf-man who smelled like burnt hair their spirits picked up. They may not be doomed after all.
Ruur went about picking up a couple of people who where having trouble staying ambulatory. Others had that trouble too. The emergency lights towards the escape pods were still alight and they lead through a door at the other end of the Common Area. With his passengers in tow, wrapped securely up in his strong arms, Ruur attempted to open the door. It only opened slightly like the last time. "A little help." He asks, adjusting the position in which the passengers hung on his arms.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora Das turns to look towards where Ruur is calling out for help with the door and, just as she did last time, she sets herself in front of the door and attempts to rip it open. It creaks a little, enough for her to wedge herself inside of and kick a foot out to open, but it's still wanting to slam tight. Cora attempts to kick her leg and back out to pryyyyy that door open with a yell, but it won't move. And now she's a little stuck, attempting to de-wedge herself to get these folks home.
"It's stuck hard," she says, "I don't think we'll be able to get it open by pulling on it..."
But that doesn't stop her from continuing to try, muscles aching as she pushes her back into it with her leg.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC)]
As Cora is trying to move the door in correlation with the big wolf man, Aryn helps in an unseen way. Becoming one with the Force was more than muscle memory at this point, it was a way of life. Its power, a flowing river, and Aryn cupping her hands to ward a bit of it toward the door. She doesn't even close her eyes when she gestures with one hand toward the door, timing it with one of Cora's efforts to move it apart. Suddenly, the door moved, and Aryn is quick to congratulate those who put their backs into it. <"Capital work, team. Let us be about moving now; Fly!"> Aryn turns her attention to their new responsibility of ushering the good folk out, and she gestures for them to follow the brave team members of this rescue. <"Follow our team out, they know the way!">
[ Dalrion (Dal)]
Dalrion glances to Aryn as she insists they know the way out. he certainly didnt! but you know what they say.. fake it till you make it! he moved forward to help some of the injured folk, supporting a wounded man as they made their way toward the escape pods. his vox crackled "You said the escape pods right doc? are we worried about the pod fuel banks rupturing?" he immediately regretted saying that out loud as people looked to him in shock. "Right! escape pods will be the safest way out! lets go!"
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
Tamsin trusted the team to clear the way, and she busied herself in getting people ready to move. She treated those who needed it, patching and splinting what needed patching and splinting, and worked to pair people up, one more able helping one who was less, all the while urging them to follow the team towards the now open doors, "Keep moving, the quicker we move the quicker we'll all be safe!" She didn't miss Dalrion's question, "The pods are the surest way down, no time to climb down the gangway." Which was collapsed anyway. But no matter. What the crew didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
[ Ruur (Ruu)]
Being charismatic and competent helped the group usher the crew into the escape pods. There was just enough room for all of them. Ruur was stuffed in the back of one, cramped against the flurry of sweaty and smelly people. Joy, truly, to be in the service of the Jedi in this moment. He stared ahead as the doors closed and the pod Jettisoned out and away from the derelict wreck. The other pods followed not long after.
Just in time to, as Dalrion might have prophesied, the fuel pods on the ship they were just on erupted, cracking the entire ship in half with a massive explosion. An explosion that would have surely killed the team and crew members trapped there if they hadn't escaped when they did. Half off the ship breaks off and falls in a smokey fiery tumble towards the under-city where the denizens there would have to deal with yet another disaster.
Back at the starport, old ATSTs armed with giant fire hoses like seen on Coruscant during the fires of the First citadel could be seen finally arrive having put out the fire in the 'more important' Hutt district.
Alas, the day was saved (sort of) and lives were protected.
[ Cora Das (Cora)]
Cora gives that door one more push and, unbeknownst to her, she's receiving a little extra help in the form of midichlorianal manipulation. That door slams open with one sudden push, and Cora gives a pained, bewildered sort of expression before dislodging herself. She brushes herself off and follows Ruur out, down the corridor while escorting those trapped within along the way.
[ Dalrion (Dal)]
Dalrion looks back to the flaming slag heap that was once a ship. then he looks down at his now blackened armor. "Well.. frak. its going to take me ages to get this cleaned." he chuckled, looking around for the other brave souls. "That was slagging good work in there! im Dalrion, and its a pleasure to meet you folk! and doc.. always good to see you again!"
[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]
The escape pods were more than a trial, but buddies stayed with buddies and they all made it out alive, mostly intact, and safe and sound. Thankfully, there were medical teams in standby to treat the injured and to move them to the various and sundry medical clinics around the moon. Wherever they could get help, help was given. no one, including Tamsin and her crew, asked where to send the bills until after treatment. Probably for the best. "We really do need to stop meeting like this, Dalrion." But that was said with some edge of amusement.
