Log:Goose, Gander

Goose, Gander

OOC Date: January 31, 2016
Location: Resistance Medical Facilities
Participants: Gaarurra, Jax Greystorm, Sesti Gath

The shuttle landed on the tarmac a little ways from the hangar, and the civilians filed off under the guidance of the Dagger team. The zabrak is easily spotted among the group since her helmet is off, leaving her horns and tattooed skin plainly visible. Also easily spotted is the blood that stains her from the waist down, soaking the armor that she still wears. Her arm opposite the wound is over the shoulder of another Dagger team member as they help her into the building towards the med bay.

Dinted and dinged on the bottom side but still in one peice to get jax home, Green 1 lands on the tarmac with little effort. The oversided engines of the small craft winding down. The pilot slides the cockpit forward and comes out of the cock pit. He pulls off his helmet and takes a few deep breaths.

Exine watching the whole thing were the maintenance on Blue 3 had been occuring turns and promptly speeds towards Jax and lets out a whistle to draw his attention.

Leaning on her helper, one hand shooing away the wookiee trying to pick her up, Sesti appears determined to at least get into the med bay on her own two feet, even if it isn't completely under her own power. Her purple eyes glance up and around for a moment, but there is too much going and coming around the tarmac for her to isolate the one she looks for, so instead she asks Gaarurra to find Jax to give the wookiee something to do.

Jax tosses his helmet to well hands it off to the litttle droid as he takes off running for Sesti. His expression grim. He goes running pass Gra and moves to help with the other arm. "Come on stop fighting with the Furball lets get you to med bay." His voice betraying the worry in it. "And I don't want to hear it."

"I am getting to med bay, do not pull on the wound," Sesti cautions calmly, the weariness from fending off the wookiee and now her boyfriend in her voice. "Open the doors, please." She obviously is not going to be able to, and her assist has their hands full keeping her upright.

Jax leaves her alone and moves to pull the door open. "What happened?" Well he knows what happened but still he's not use to other people being hurt.

"Blaster shot. Close range," Sesti replies. They go through the doors that Jax holds open, and then into the med bay where Alk turns to the blood bank as soon as he sees them.

"Dr. Gath, I thought the purpose of a combat medic was to heal people who get shot, not get shot yourself," he remarks as she sits on the bed and then puts her feet up. He starts the IV of blood and she starts to take off the armor, letting Jax finally help if he wants.

"It is unless the guards are sitting just inside the back door when you open it," Sesti replies. "We did not have much of a choice. Had to silence them before they called for backup."

Gaarurra turns back and is moving towards the doctor. "Apparently, i'm good at this finding thing.. didn't even need to look." The large figure says as he moves back into the med-bay and looks to find Sesti to move back to her side. "Yeah she forgot that part."

Jax Greystorm helps with the armor, "Can you really cut with the snark Alk? She's been shot." He nods to Gra and from the sweat and the flight suit. It looks like he'd just gotten off a combat mission. The pilot looks a bit shaky but well it's been an emotional day. "Strom troopers?" He looks to Gra, "How about you? You alright furball?"

Sesti chokes a laugh at Gaarurra's quip, and then clears her throat. "No, it was militia. The Master Sergeant cut off the stormtroopers..." she can't help the grin on remembering that move. "I thought your ship was down for routine maintenance?" she asks him, pausing in her unfastening of the armor when he leans across her and she gets a whiff of the sweat and really looks at him.

"I was only trying to use humor to defuse a tense situation, Flt. Officer Third Class Greystorm," Alk replies with some affront as his 'improved' bedside manner is rebuffed. With an air of one unduly tasked, he continues about his task, pressing a hypo to Sesti's arm.

"I need to have my bowcaster taken in for some tweaks it's firing off the mark." Gaarurra says he looks over and apparently is bandaged himself "Suppose I should have this looked at not too bad though, but I heal quick so Sesti first please." He approaches closer and grins when Sesti can still laugh that's a good sign though he moves to help if he can be of such a thing.

Jax looks at the droid and gives it a rude gesture. Then back to Sesti, "I got re-assinged to an A-wing. Seems somebody upstairs decided Red 1 need some back up." He looks to Gra, "I think I know some places where we can get you some parts to upgrade it." He knew Wookiees and bowcasters was a personal thing. "I ain't healing you. So don't worry. Actually that would be quite scary."

"When did you get clipped?" Sesti asks, but her eyes are on Jax as he talks about going up. "Oh, that was you when the tie tried to take out our transport," she says her words getting slow. "Thank you..." her eyes are glazing and her speech slurs. "Alk, I hate you." Is the last thing she says before she goes unconscious so that the medical droid can do his work.

"Why are you all so disagreeable," the droid laments he busies himself examining her wound. "Ah, good. Bit of a deep cut, but no vital organs. A lot of blood loss, but that is already being repaired... no signs of infectious agents. Do not worry, she will wake up fine in a couple hours." The servos in his pincers whine at a steady pace as he works.

Gaarurra looks to his shoulder where the bandage is. "I am honestly not sure, must have been when I was running for initial cover?" He says though he doesn't really remember getting hit himself apparently too focused on where he needed to do. He looks to Jax and nods "That'd be good, and yeah I don't need a turret mounted where my arm should be fly-boy."

Jax nods, "Got to keep Dagger group together. The major will be upset if they don't make it home." He says giving Sesti a kiss. "Okay, I'll go find you a Dl-18." He says to Gra, meaning a small blaster. "I got to go explain why there's a major dent in a very expensive Air craft and it shouldn't come of out of pay check." Jax says as he goes to disappear.

Jax Greystorm whispers: Uh-huh we're going to talk about this getting shot at close range. Remember what you told me. It goes for you too.