Log:Natural Disaster: Danger on Taanab
A landslide has hit a village along the Vendess Mountain range and volunteers have come in to help.
OOC Date: May 30, 2021
Location: Taanab
Participants: Vhe Tenara as GM, Chani Tahn, Zelo Parrai, Qadira Suuryet, Tamsin Cas, Khalim, Zyrette
Taanab is usually the pastoral equivalent of a romanticism era painting with its quiet rolling hills and green pastures. But extensive weeks of rain have led to disastorous effects.
The small farming community along the Vendess Mountain range, which are not actually mountains just impressive hills, has fallen prey to a landslide that has buried a good portion of the lands. Many are suspected trapped or dead as rescue crews are already in motion. The buildings being of sturdy make have held up for the most part but are beneath layers of mud. The light drizzle keeps it from hardening fully and makes it treacherous to work in.
The entire site is somewhat chaotic in nature as things are still not quite organized. Triage has been set up with the injured being brought in at a steady rate.
Vhe takes a steady survey of the area and tries to discern where is the best location to head first, a shake given of her head as she steps off and moves to aid a family or what appears to be a family towards some medical staff.
Chani makes her way through the control site designated for rescue efforts for the city of Pandath, head on the swivel and gaze searching for a specific person. She wears attire not out of place for the farmers that populate most of the planet, consisting mostly of a feyd-cloth robe over cream colored garments. "Vhe," Chani approaches the older woman with a quick pace to her steps. "I did a survey of the surrounding area. One of the farms has lost their fence system and their livestock is loose. They're going to impede rescue efforts if they're left on their own. They're in a panic." And an understandable one considering the situation that they're in. They likely knew the problem was coming before their owners did.
While rescue workers and all helping hands were necessary to free people from the their homes, and from the treacherous land that the rains and mud had created, so to was it necessary to have medical aid stations to see to those who had sustained injuries. Whether to save their lives, or to simply patch them up as best that could be done before moving them to whatever means of escape they would be shuttled to, that did not matter.
Tamsin Cas was at one such aid station. having cut her teeth on relief work, she kept a weather eye out for word of places which might be in need of medical assistance. And so, she was here, at a makeshift aid station which she had set up just beyond the ramp of the svelte shuttle she had arrived in. If worse came to worse, it easy enough to move people from the aid station into the shuttle proper for evacuation. "Anyone needing assistance, head for the nearest tent for triage and treatment! Everyone will be seen to!"
[Qadira Suuryet ]]
Kadi has managed to find her way here. Why she's anywhere near Taanab, the most boring planet in the galaxy is anyone's guess, but she's here. She's on the ground with her ship back at the starport. She's looking around, examining what she can see, and one building catches her attention. Covered in muck and mud nearly covering the first floor of the building and a frown crosses her face. "It's bubbling," she mutters and then she adds, "Oh hey. Hey! That building over there, right in front of me. It's bubbling like it's losing air pockets - and that means if theres' anyone alive in there, they might be losing their air to breathe!"
This visit to Taanab had been intended to be a little recreational jaunt from Nar Shaddaa. An opportunity for Zyrette and himself to take a look at properties, and enjoy a more natural landscape not covered in neon, durasteel, and grime. The rains had been unexpected. As had the call for help from the nearby farming community, devastated by a mudslide. The pair had been no more than a half an hour minutes away, and their rented 'speeder was now settled onto the ground outside a triage and personnel collection area.
Like Zee he wasn't dressed for the occasion, travel clothes and a Nar Shaddaa approved rainslicker being the extent of his emergency gear. Taking stock, the Mirialan's dark brown attention shifts to a pair of dirty, disheveled men arguing, and the argument appears to be escalating. Nothing will put a halt to an emergency operation like violence, so Khalim nudges Zee, points in their direction, and says, "Going to put a stop to that. I'll be right back." Approaching the men Khalim raises his hands, "Not the time, fellas. Or the place. Can you help us organize some of these crates?" He gestures to what he assumes are emergency supplies. Maybe they're already organized, but that's not the point.
Zelo Parrai is no stranger to the disaster relief efforts. He's been on-call for more than a few, and when he got this particular call, the Razorcrest was in hyper before the transmission was over. The pilot in the gleaming blue beskar still has a weapon slung over his shoulder, because a precise shot can be a very useful tool in the right circumstance. Jogging down the ramp, he pauses to assess the situation, taking note of the doctor and sparing a glance and a wave for the captain of the Orphic Nomad. But there's time for pleasantries and salutations when lives are no longer on the line, and Zelo switches his helmet's comms over to the emergency frequency while looking for direction. A woman calling for help, somehow missed in the throng and bustle of activity. Zelo makes his way quickly to her, voice coming through the vocoder as an electronic-edged Baritone. <"Miss, how can I help?">
The woman reports to the Mandalorian that her child is trapped and sinking, and that's enough for the Nautolan to know his purpose for the present. <"Show me where. I promise, everything's going to be fine."> That's a big promise to make, but Zelo has a good feeling about this day. He takes off at a run.
Zee had arrived on the Blur with Khalim, expecting a lovely excursion after yesterday's ordeal with the gang. Though that was Nar Shaddaa and such things had to be expected. The floppy sunhat she wore, blew from the crown of jade green hair, as she took in the chaos over whelming the disaster struck village. Patters of rain plastered wisps of hair to Falleen features. "I think a picnic it out.,," She remarks dryly. Not in an effort to diminish the magnitude of the chaos, but perhaps just her natural manner to such things. Perhaps next time they should listen to a weather report, before landing.
As her expensive hiking boots sank into cold mud, Zee felt at least some relief that she was generally a practical woman, that usually came prepared with she packed for a day trip, even if she hadn't listened to the news report first. She shrugged into her rain slicker, and followed Khalim away from the speeder towards the bickering men. Diplomacy wasn't really her thing, but she did have, pizzaz. She places a hand on the chest of one man, and smiled at the other. "Please gentlemen... Don't we have more important things to worry about? The crates, please?"
Tamsin taking command of the medical proceedings helps to herd a few more into an orderly line. Triage starts to go more smoothly though the injured are many and they do not presently have enough hands to deal with the entire situation but they are managing to some degree.
Vhe turns to look at Chani when she approaches, letting the family be seen to and taken to the local medical facility for furhter help. "Oh! I see them yes. We need to see about herding them somewhere." She narrows her gaze and starts to look around for opens and where to get them moved to.
Kadi gets the attention of others around her one of the men starts to redirect a large droid to help begin to remove dirt from the area. Its going to be slow going unless someone can better direct the artifical life.
Khalim approaches the men but he's not know to them and they scoff at the Mirialian and his good intentions before the two go back to griping at each other, starting to rise to violence as one shoves the other. "I need to be seen first!" That is declared.
Zee's comment causes one of them to stop and he clears his throat, looking back at the crates, and then the disaster around them. "I need these items, my children.."
Zelo for his part gets a grateful panicked look if there ever was one. The woman takes off, taking the mandalorian with her. "This way...JAINA!" There not so far away but obscured by what used to be a fence is a young girl sinking slowly in the mud and muck that is shifting. "Momma!" She cries out. The fear is clear in her voice. Getting to her might cause the other person to sink.
"I'll ask if any of the farmers will volunteer to take a skiff out to herd them somewhere safe. Let me know if you find a safe location for them to move to. I'll keep my eyes open." Stepping away from Vhe, the young Naboo native approaches the large mass of individuals that are currently being aided at the camp. "Excuse me! Is there anyone here with experience in herding livestock? There is a group that has broken free from their enclosure and we need to get them somewhere safe." She's doing what she can to speak over the din of the gathered people. There's understandable chaos as people funnel through and are in the midst of dealing with the catastrophic loss of their property and sometimes their homes. Still, they need to deal with the animals.
"I know this is a difficult time, and that you are all worried about your loved ones and your homes, but right now, the best that you can do is to help each other, and to stay as calm as you can. We will have you all safe, soon." When needs must, you used what you had to hand and made due. And so Tamsin did, as she moved between the makeshift aid stations, the repair droid from her shuttle having been repurposed to deliver supplies as needed to each of the stations. There were a few with basic medical knowledge, not uncommon for farm folk, who often had to do for themselves when there was no trained medical aid in the area, and that was to the good. She offered assistance where she could and advice when it was needed, but there was one patient which drew her attention, and she moved over to where he was seated on an empties supply crate. She paused, retrieving her medical scanner, as she approached, "Sir, I am Dr. Cas, you are injured, let me see what can be done to get you back on your feet." Their world might be small, and considered a backwater, but these were proud, hardworking people, and Tamsin spoke to them with the respect they deserved.
Kadi is an engineer, and a very fine one. While best known for ships, she's got a lot of information in that brainy head of hers. She looks at the building, what's left of the structure, and the droid that has been sent over to assist. She moves closer. "Hold up," she says simply. There's a moment of surprise perhaps, but it happens that Kadi is very familiar with droids and binary. "This model is older, and it can't stand up to the pressure. But over here - this side. It's less damaged and more stable." She's looking and thinking, "My guess is that there's someone in the compartmentalized room that should be here, we need to let the mud out, if we can, and get them out. Carefully." She proceeds to give instructions to the droid, taking a few urgent seconds to do so, but hoping that her aid will provide useful. "I hope there's not anyone else in there!" She's looking over the building, carefully, and as the droid digs, she adjusts her instructions where required.
There's a twist to Khalim's frown as the pair of arguing Taanabians disregard him and escalate their little supply-side turf war into a shoving match. "That's enough," he growls, wet and muddy and not about to see this area, already being avoided by some rescue personnel, turn into a grand melee.
As one shoves the other, Khalim intercepts, inserting himself into their miniature skirmish. The maneuver works a little too well, interrupting the push - making it impossible actually - but also diverting the more strident farmer's anger, in the form of a cocked fist and a semi-connected fist-to-cheek. Khalim slaps the man's hand away brusquely pushes him off.
What happens next is a blur of hand to hip, and in a flash a meaty looking blaster pistol has been sighted at the man's head. "Do that again and your family is going to need to cart you home in a wheelbarrow. Now are you going to be be a jackass, that I need to stun, or are you going to help."
'JAINA!'
'Momma!'
These are names, and they are weights that the Nautolan takes on. He can see the fence - now a hazard in the rescue - and beside it a little girl, distressed and very-much stuck. No thought, no time for it. Zelo sprints forward, legs driving him as fast as they can to get as far as he can before the mud and debris begin to slow his progress. Maybe it's one of those lucky days, where his boots find all the most solid spots, or perfectly covered debris lines up with his stride. Maybe something is pushing him to be his best. But the Mandalorian in the shiny blue beskar - already taking up flecks of mud across its paint - is able to push hard and far enough to reach the girl without any major troubles.
<"Jaina, right? I'm Zelo. Your mother is very worried about you so she asked me to get you out of here. Can you grab onto my arm?"> The Nautolan holds his arms out to the girl as near as he can, but doesn't make an immediate grab for her - if she were to startle, it could disturb the suspension she's sinking in and hasten the situation from bad to worse. <"I'm going to get you out of this, I promise."> The H-visor hides a pair of black-pool eyes, looking down to the girl and hoping his voice is enough to keep her calm.
Zee overhears Chani call for help with the livestock. Though she doesn't know the woman, it provides a good focus to direct these men at. Especially as one takes a swing at Khalim. Amber eyes narrow, but before she can react Khalim has blaster in hand. The pair often worked as a team, but they definitely had a different spin on 'diplomacy.' Khalim's often came at the point of a blaster. Zee's more often than not relied on her sexiest asset. Her brain.
"Please gentlemen." She implored in a reasonable tone, and motioned to where Chani called for assistance. "Help with the herd animals and we shall ensure your children are looked after..?" A slight up tilt in tone to seek the location of said children.
"I will let you know if I come up with anything. Worse case scenario we use my ship." Vhe offers Chani as she heads off to get local help. Vhe watches her go as she begins to direct people here and there. She watches as the others engage and familiar figures catch her attention. There are skiffs all around the problem is finding the person who owns one to be used to help.
Tamsin's attention on the suffering man gets a nod from him but his skin color is shifting and not for the better. He looks like he might just collapse soon, his steps shaky as he sways. "It hurts." Which is obvous without words.
The droids reposition themselves, wading through shin height muck and mud for most people in such an easy fashion. The droid begins to dig away at the stable side, trying to make room. It will take a little while, what with the dirt sliding down each time room is made but progress is not far behind as the dirt is lowered past the air bubble and Kadi can suddenly hear the woman trapped in the corner of whatever room it used to be as new air rushes in. She's stuck however.
"GUN!" That is the cry that accompanies those seeing Khalim pull a weapon. Tension rises in the immediate vicinity and the men back up and hold up their hands. That is one way to put out a fire, introduce a much larger one. There is a glance then towards Zee once more as the man hesitates, stunned, still afraid of the armed figure and nods again. Nodding is a good thing right now. "Sure, yes...uhh my skiff is over there!"
The man glances back, "Take care of them." The little family off to the side without a mother. Four children in all with the elder one watching over shocked faces.
Zelo manages to cause the little girl to stop screaming but now they are both stuck as she clings to him, mud sliding over his arm as she tries to climb up him but the pressure around has grown to a point that she won't just easily lift out. "We are stuck!"
Catching the gesture towards her and the two people talking with a pair of locals, Chani's attention turns towards the group. When it's indicated that they should help with herding the animals, Chani gives the woman a deep bow from her waist. "Thank you. I appreciate the help. Let's quickly move to the herd so that we can lead them somewhere safe and return." It's Chani's turn to gesture towards the man who mentions he has a skiff nearby. "I'll follow you." The feyd-cloth robe she's wearing parts slightly at the center as she sets off, leather-booted feet taking longer strides to keep up with the taller individual as they begin to approach the craft. She's equally quick to step up onto the skiff itself, hauling herself up.
It takes them only a few minutes to set off. The wind whips at her clothing, but Chani's bound up hair prevents it from getting into her face. "They're over this way!" She announces it over the sound of the wind and points the man guiding the skiff to where he needs to go. It doesn't take them long to come across the herd, or for the skiff to move up along side them in a strategic way meant to guide them where they want them to go. Drawing her commlink from her belt, Chani speaks into it. <"Vhe, this is Chani. We've located the herd and are guiding them. Do you have a location we can take them to?"> They can't take them back to the camp, and Chani's not sure it's feasible to guide them to distant higher ground.
"Let me see what we can do." Tamsin, taking up a spot near him on the crate, made use of the scanner to take the temperature of his injury, a frown, thoughtful rather than perturbed, crossing her expression as she nodded, more to herself than to the man. But once she had the assessment, she looked up from her work, "It appears you have some internal injuries, but, we are going to see you treated. But not here. I need to get you somewhere stable in order to relieve the pressure that is causing you pain. I am going to call a few extra hands over to take you to the shuttle, you'll be able to lie down there. I will have everything prepared for you." she did offer an injection of pain relief, but that was all that she could do until he was settled. Looking over at to see who was free, Tamsin called over a pair of young men who looked to be from the village, but were working s supply and stretcher bearers, "Young men, if you would, I need to take this gentleman to the shuttle. Can you do that for me?"
Kadi frowns, as she realizes there's a problem. The woman inside is stuck! "That's - not - Hold on, ma'am. We're working to get you out as quickly as we can." Her first impulse to comment on being stuck not being good is bitten back. Barely. She does a quick inventory of the situation, muttering numbers to herself, and then nods. "I got it. Right here, just a leeetle to the right. Droid - I'm sorry, I don't know your designation, but dig here." The right spot, she's sure of it, and hopefully her confidence shows and is contagious for that poor woman. "Hang in there," Kadi encourages, as the mud sloops and squooshes down, freeing the woman from the waist up. "Almost there."
The old 'show 'em your gun' trick, always a gamble but in this case it pays off as both scrappers separate and seem to have genuinely moved on from their argument. Really though, was it his perhaps unwise display, or was it Zyrette's appeal to reason? Taanab may never know. He does send Zee a side-long glance; a little smile of thanks for her more cerebral response.
Khalim takes in the supply collection area with fresh eyes, noting the four children - clearly in need of clothing more suitable for current conditions - and, kriff, people are begining to mill about and simply pick at what they find. Chaos is what's found at the foot of the mudlide, not here. Or it shouldn't be, at least.
His pistol reholstered, Khalim motions for the four children to approach. "It's alright," he says, however convincingly. "What do you need. Shoes? Ponchos?" The Mirialan is clearly not a trained, or possibly even viable, disaster relief organizer, but he tries. To a handful of people rummaging through nearby crates he calls out, "If we're going to rummage through crates, lets do it in an organized way, yeah? How about you help hand out supplies. First to yourselves, then to these kids, then to whoever's next in line. That would be helping, yourselves and your community. What do you say."
Zelo is glad that the girl is able to move to immediately trust him - children are magical in their capabilities of being faced with the alien and strange and adapting so quickly to the circumstance. Mud further covering his beskar plates, Zelo notes that the girl's efforts to cling to him are not helping her predicament. If anything, he's only slowing her sinking by taking some of it on himself. <"Jaina, don't worry. There may be a little pressure, I need to try to pull you loose."> Zelo's gloves dig into the mud around the girl as he tries to get a stronger grip on her under her arms. A grip he gets, and a mighty pull... Amounts to nothing. The mud is thick and it does not want to give up what is almost assuredly its gain. Zelo looks around for something, but... There's only mud. Something in him tells him to try harder. So he digs down and liiiiiiiiiiifts again.
But perhaps the mud is just too strong. Maybe his faith slipped, and not just his foot. Whatever caused it, in the end, the Mandalorian's gauntlets are clasped behind the little girl but his efforts have only driven his boots lower. They are now in a worse predicament than moments before. He's going to have to think of something, fast. His eyes glance about, looking for anything to grab onto. Any idea will do.
The Falleen returns Chani's bow, with a respectful nod in return. Etiquette still has it's place in a disaster after all. Zee looks towards the skiff, and realizes suddenly, what she and Khalim have acquired, if only temporarily. Several fleeting emotions flicker however briefly across delicate features. The Falleen settles on one more alike her typical expression of polite but staid composure as Khalim starts directing the distribution of supplies.
As the Mirialan motions to the four children to approach, Zee kneels. Now, rather than a towering alien, she's a warmly smiling one, on their own level. Yes, Zee smiles and with true warmth. Children must be partially exempt from her strict social codes. "Hi, I'm Zee, and that's my partner Khalim. Do you want to help be out helpers?" She reaches into her own day pack and grabs some of the protein bars she always has with her. Not as good as candy, but these are the ones she packs for Khalim with chunks of dark choco and dried fruit. "Here you share these, and when other children are next in line you share the rest okay?" And then she checks for the shoes and rain slicks making sure their four charges are well taken care of.
As the comm crackles to life Vhe is startled for a second or two before she replies. <"It looks like we may need to utilize the Nomad, bring them back this way and I will position the ship for better access."> She hurries back up the ramp of the freighter and upon reaching the cockpit begins to lift off and turn the ship, propelling it back just a bit to give the herd and the skiffs enough clearance so they do not interrupt the rescue efforts. The ramp sets down and Vhe makes sure to close off other compartments so she does not have a literal ship full of cattle.
The skiff drivers are listening to each other and Chani as they work themselves into a V and several in back to lead the cattle in the direction of the ship that just set down.
Tamsin's quick work is likely to save the man's life as the man who is there to lift the injured does so on a small wooden stretcher. Quickly he is hauled to the acute injury aircraft to be lifted towards the hospital. There is another inbound and landing shortly to take any others, a full rotation now established. There is a father, rushing in with his younger daughter who is all floppy and does not appear to be moving at all. "I can't get her to breath!" She is covered in from head to toe.
Kadi's work with the droid appears to be fruitful. The droid beeps and boops in its lower register as it adjusts and when enough mud is removed it reaches in with its large shovel like appendage and lifts the young woman up and into its appendage as it backs up with much plopping and burping of mud and air bubbles.
Its a good thing Khalim did what he did. For the moment. People have reassessed their choices and there is a few glances around at those who had been rifling depite volunteer protests. One calls out, "I need water and blankets for my family!" There seems to be a general call for things and no real line.
Zelo's attempts to lessen the pressure on young Jaina causes him to get stuck in the muck with her and she squeals, some of the pressure of the mud now distributed to him. Less pressure means she can breathe better but it still leaves them stuck.
Zee charms the children or possibly fascinates them. Why not both? The boys nod vigorously, two of each. The eldest girl watching Zyrette with wider eyes than the others. "Yes yes yes!" Is a chorus of approval as they follow her and begin to accept the coverings that they need as the drizzly continues to fall. The youngest boy reaches up and tucks on Z's side. "Food?"
<"I'll let them know. Thanks, Vhe."> Stowing her comlink on her belt, Chani motions to the skiff driver. "We're going to take them back towards the camp! We'll store the herd in the cargo bay and try to get in touch with the owners of the farm." The slow speed of the repulsorlift craft means she doesn't have to exert too much effort to be heard and understood. Remaining in her seat on the side of the skiff and holding onto the railing, Chani lightly squints against the blowing wind as they guide the animals through the muck and towards where a ship is beginning to descend from the sky to touch down to the ground. "Thank you for your help," Chani makes sure to inform both the skiff drivers. Moments like these give her hope.
[Tamsin Cas]]
"Thank you," Tamsin offered to the young men who came to help the man into the shuttle, but before she could follow in that direction, she heard a strident voice behind her, and she turned, catching sight of the man who was running over with his daughter. "Here," she indicated the crate the previous patient had just vacated. "Lay her here." Once he had placed his daughter down, Tamsin performed a quick scan and assessment, retrieving a few packs of wipes from her bag and an aspirator bulb to clear the girl's nose and mouth, before she set to work. A snatch of song began to play in her head, as Tamsin began chest compressions to the beat, an old trick, but a time-honoured one, interspersing compressions with exhalations of breath as she worked to bring the girl back to life, or consciousness, she would take one, if she could not get both. It did not take long, thankfully, before the girl convulsed, as was usual, a loud cough breaking from her throat as she began to cough up the water that had gotten into her lungs and the mud that was left in her mouth. It took only a short time to get her back to herself, before Tamsin nodded, "Onto the shuttle, there are blankets there, I will be right behind you." And then she set off to do as she promised. "Anyone who is triaged red, get them loaded into the shuttle!" That, to the helpers who were dividing up the patients.
Kadi breathes a sigh of relief, as the droids prove quite adept at following engineering talk. Better than most sentients it seems. As the woman is rescued, Kadi flashes a bit grin, waiting until the droid gets her out, and they roll away to a bit of safety. Then Kadi moves to help the woman off the droid's shovel arms. "here we go," she says. "Let's get you nice and safe. Are you hurt? I saw they are taking care of injured folks over this way." She does take a quick glance around, and then directs the digging droid. "I think there's someone over that way who could use your help. Please go provide assistance." That done, she watches as the droid starts off on its way, before she helps the woman to walk over towards the first aid area where Tamsin is, offering a wave as they get there.
And then Kadi melts into the background helping out as she can.
The supply collection tent seems to be settling down. But there's still that thread of unrest, and desperation, beneath it all. Khalim sees Zee drop to the children's level, and his demeanor softens a hint. A pear-hued hand reach to squeeze a Falleen shoulder, and then he's moving to the crates. "This isn't easy for anyone, I think we all understand. Orderly lines will help you get what you need more quickly, and it will help your neighbors too. You seem like a good community, I'm pretty sure that's important to you." The Mirialan opens a crate labeled with what look like crinkly metallic space blankets. "These aren't soft, but they're warm." He begins handing them out, then to the first person to accept them he points at the next crate. "Can you help distribute those? Coats I think." And like that, a few crates are being distributed in a semi-orderly fashion. It's not perfect, but it's better than chaos, and rummaging.
[Zelo Parrai]]
Mud. Just... All of the mud. Of course, everyone in the region knows about the mud right now, but the Nautolan Mandalorian is learning all about it first-hand. Another attempt is made - the girl is breathing easier, but moving easier is the goal. Zelo prepares himself, takes a few deep breaths and counts aloud. <"Okay, we're going to try this again, on the count of three. Alright Jaina, when I say three, you think UP as hard as you can, and reach with the top of your head. Right? Send all your hair straight to the sky, as hard as you can. One... Two... Three!"> It's a concerted effort, and it may have sounded silly, but a strain in the right direction does make a difference. Unfortunately, as the results of the efforts show... Mud does not put much truck in the power of positive thinking. Zelo looks around, seeing nothing to grab to to pull them away from this spot.
<"Okay Jaina, that... Didn't go according to plan, but you did a really good job and I'm sure your mother is proud. We're... I think we're going to go for a ride. You just hold on as tight as you can, alright?"> Zelo toggles a control on his gauntlet and prepares to fire his rocketpack. Blasting out of the mud isn't ideal, but... It's definitely an idea! However, when he presses the ignition... Nothing happens. Mud's been sucked into the intake and the flame is squelched before the rocketpack can even begin to get them out of the predicament. His H-visor casts around, looking to see who is available still in the rescue efforts. Spying the Nomad briefly in the air, Zelo opens up a comm to the ship's cockpit. <<"Orphic Nomad, this is Zelo. Zelo Parrai. I have a young girl here and a mother who'd really like to be reunited with her. Thing is, Jaina - the girl - and... And me. We're stuck in the mud. Do you think you could lower a rope to us when- Oh... Sorry, scratch that. I think this droid's for us.">>
Zelo cuts off his pitch at an aerial rescue as a droid with a shovel-like appendage plods up, displacing the mud with mechanical strength. <"Jaina, I think we're going to get a lift. Just hold on tight, and we'll both be out of this soon. Alright?">
Zee scooped up the littlest little. She held out one of the choc chip and dried fruit flavored protein bars from her pack. She points to Khalim, and then herself, as she informs the child. "You see these bars? This is what keeps me and my mate green. Try a few bites, and maybe you'll be green too!" She teases. "But if you don't like it, we'll try something else in these crates, alright?" She offered reasonably and balanced the child on a jutted hip. She lets Khalim deal with the mob, while she focuses on the kids. She pauses to grin at Khalim, before returning attention to her charges.
<"I would love to help you but right now I am herdering cattle..literally"> There is some mooing on the background through Vhe's end when she answers Zelo. <"Thanks for the drop off, Chani. I will work with something to get them to where they are going.">
The general chaos is starting to temper down as the volunteers move through the injured and start to funnel people to the right areas. More rescues occur like the one Kadi helped facilitate with the droids. Zelo is a lucky recipient of a lift as the shovel not only breaks the suction around him and the young girl he is keepign afloat but lifts them up and sets them down to the screeching of the shove like appendage against his armor.
The floppy girl that is presented to Tamsin's capable hands once unresponsive is now breathing, scared but alive as she coughs up muck and mud from her lungs as she is whisked away and the relieved parent thanks Tamsin profusely, getting mud on her no doubt when he touches her shoulder. But her is off to join his girl to get her to a hospital for further help.
Khalim and Zee are the ones that keep things from going sideways with the supplies in a riot like climate. Quickly people are lifting their hands, helping and only taking what they need rather than panick hording as people are want to do.
There suddenly is a flow to operations and just in time as the sun starts to appear to begin to dry up the mess of a countryside that will take some time to heal.
