Log:New Republic: How in the World

A rescue team helps a stranded Corporal

OOC Date: October 27, 2020
Location: Hanna City Starport, Chandrila
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Jax Greystorm, Lahni, Merek, Septima Carnine, Karas Darkwing, Elrych Cometburn, Sera West, New Republic

This evening was like any other. The sky was beginning to darken, threatening for evening to blanket the sky with a clear view of stars, and the air had begun to cool. The Starport was one of the components of the city that did not sleep. There were always ships flying in and out, and with the military occupying a good portion of the docks, there were materiel carrying cranes rolling along the designated runways to deliver supplies at various lots.

One such supply delivery is being driven by Corporal Tan Tyko, a seasoned NCO and veteran from the war. He was listening to the latest Dantooine country mix while driving his big-rig along the path when suddenly a malfunction occurs. The crane, which was more like large claws that hooked into the storage crates and lifted them up, began to loose hydraulic pressure. Afraid he might lose the crate and kill someone by dropping it on them, he drove the crane toward the edge of the duracrete. What Corporal had not anticipated was the ditch and water run off at the edge of the tarmac.

The large wheels were unable to stop, the crane fell into the ditch, front end first, and the crate of weapons and other military items spilled all over the field. The crane vehicle now has its ass up in the air, payload driven into the ground, and its operator suspended and kept safe only by his safety harness within the cab. The entire ordeal was loud; louder than the ships flying in and out, and louder when the crash actually happened.

BOOOOOM! CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAKK! BOOOOOOOOM!

People begin to stick their heads out to look that way and see the upended vehicle resting there. "GANG WAY!" Yells Chief West, who is riding on a space john deer port buggy with a single yellow flasher. "Get outta the DAMN WAY, people, move!"

A crowd has formed at the site, everyone unsure of how to proceed. Sera is near the back of the crowd, exasperated no one is moving out of the way so she can get in there.

Merek is of course in the spaceport, coming back from the hospital to find time to relax for a bit, only for him to come upon what looks to be the crash. He has with him the chair he was using to get around, while he stands up from it with assistance and a walking stick, "Will someone save that man! Look, you all... Find a place to leverage over there," he calls. Then he begins to try and direct whatever folk he can find to assist, because there's little that he can do in the way he was at the moment.

Very few things bring General Greystorm to ground, these days. They are, in order of import:

1) War.

2) Briefings and debriefings pertaining to matters OF war, or faction security.

3)Obligatory meetings with government officials who FUND the war.

4)PR stunts, i.e. charity fundraisers, morale boosting events, etc.

5)Familial....visitations.

One or more of those things is on Ambrosia's agenda of late, or else she'd not be here now, passing through hangar row on a little rent-a-cart that she steers with mostly dead-eyed stare right on through.......

And then that happened. There's no number 6 on her reasons for being here, but dammit all, SOMEONE had to go and create one.

6) Wipe incompetent arse.

"Bloody fark'en an'some," the old battleaxe grumps and wheels her cart around to go racing (Phweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) toward the catastrophe. A comlink is pulled, calls are made, then her voice booms out in a roar of its own once she's nearer to earshot. "SOMEBODY STILL IN THAT CAB!?!?" They are. "HANG ON." Exercise was ALWAYS on her list, so. Maybe she'll be stretching those muscles yet for a climb.

Elrych was here... why was Elrych here? Jedi Business. What kind of Jedi Business? Nunya... Nunya? Yeah Nunya Business. THe dark green robed figure, all six feet and lanky yet muscular frame of him, seemed to apperate behind Sera and her aparent exasperation. "Excuse me all... if you would please move out of the way we might be able to help diffuse the situation quicker." His voice was strong yet calm and even.

Septima had gotten out of the office, but, per the usual Mekil was with her. A little more grey in her bodyguards hair. Was it her fault? Probably. There is another man that trails them though and definitely looking about for things going amiss. And boy did they find something! Septima shoos Aletris back towards Greeysyn and then she's going to help get people moved, she's not dressed in robes or finery, just her normal working clothes. "Excuse me! If you don't want to be a fine paste please move out of the way and if you see someone struggling help them out!" she states as she has Mekil and the new guy help out as well.

People don't budge for Merek, whose voice is lost with the other spectators watching the spectacle. They do begin to move when Septima bids they back up, and more shuffle when Elrych calls out. Pathways open for both Amber's and Sera's space carts to pull up and Sera is climbing out. "Thanks, Elrych!..BACK UP PEOPLE! GAH!" Sera adds, then turns to look at this looming crash for a moment. "How in the /HELL/ did they end up over here?"

Sera rounds the side for the cab. Senator Septima, Elrych, General Greystorm, and even standing Merek can make out the shape of the man inside. Gravity has pulled him from his seat, but he's suspended in the cab by his restraints and he's struggling. It's not quite clear what he's saying or motioning with his hands about, but loud alarms and the grumble of the cranes motor indicate the vehicle is still active.

Merek looks to be having difficulty in standing while he walks forward with the person he's leaning upon, his stick adjusted. He pushes through people, barely able to do it, then he begins to try and shove them to get to the crane. He then looks up to it. He seems to be using up what little strength he has to make it there, his whole body looking like it's been messed up. Blood begins seeping from the bandages which he wears, breaking the sealing upon the scars while he tries to sweep in to Amber and offers his shoulder, while he wraps an arm to her and gives a push up, if he sees that she can't manage it in full, "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHHHH!"

"Don't know, but that's one hell of a mess," Ambrosia grumbles back to West, blissfully unaware of the particulars, regarding all that expensive equipment, etc dumped into the dirt. "What kind of moron drives into a ditch half a klick deep?" Slight exaggeration. Her squint is aimed upwardly, hands coming up to shield her field of vision, like that's gonna cut the glare from setting sun + tarmac lights. The silhouette up there is clear - a guy flailing in his harness - but beyond that, she sees it not. For better or worse.

"Gonna see if I can't give the boy a helping hand." She ditches a few less necessary items from her waist and passes them off to Mere--- "You look like you passed through the back end of a turbine." Face contorted into a look aghast, like she's seeing him for the first time. The datapad and holster are NOT handed off to Merek but rather tossed onto her cart. She keeps the knife and comlink rigged to self. A half circle to and fro gets paced out around the butt-end of the nosediving crane, searching for any moving parts or other obvious detriments to her health should she attempt this. None are seen! And so she starts up, aided/hindered by a sudden hug and shoulder boost from wounded Sgt Black and then things just get awkward.

The incline was not quite what she'd perceived and some water cast off by the whole fiasco has made things slick. The toes of her boots are failing to keep purchase on any climbing points, while her hands maintain a deathgrip on a space between rivets at /almost/ full extension. The second time her left foot comes scrabbling down, it takes a knee to Merek's /other/ shoulder which puts her basically sitting on his head, which absolutely won't do, so she vaults right off of that, but another slippy slip means her right heel kicks back at his face. It's gonna be a rough climb, guys.

No good deed goes unpunished. Ever.

Elrych follows Sera through the clearing path towards the vehicle. He looks it over, the man trapped and dangling from the security harness. "Herm..." HE seems to concentrate a bit harder, reaching out with the force to look at base emotions and signs. "He's worried it's going to fall and land on us, thos helping... best make it quick."

Septima looks to the man that's being held in and there's a bit of a look to the others as well, "That man is choking up there, we need to cut him out of the seat belts quickly." she explains as she moves that way. Mekil and Greesyn also move to help with the man while Aletris, the big guardian droid dog ushers people back. "Septima could you please just go stand over there where we won't have to worry about you getting hurt?" Mekil grumps as he pulls out a knife to help with cutting things.

The sound of the wreck was heard all the way back at Rogue Squadron's hanger. So Jax dressed as a civillian comes running, he was either here for jedi business or 7. Mother-Son bonding time with the old general. Either way it takes time for the Corellian to start working his way through the crowd. He pushes his way through the crowd finally. Then looking at the mess he lets out a sigh, "Emperor's Black Bones, I'm going to be late for dinner."

Then seeing his retirement age mother beginning to climb up the crane, Jax does the only reasonable thing. REASONABLE THING, AORA. He starts to climb up next the thing like a Kowakian Lizard monkey. "On your left." He says and the offers a hand to his mother on the sly.

Lahni had been nearby in the Rangers' hanger - as she sometimes did - when a truly horrifying racket summons her to peer curiously like so many others in the spaceport. Some of whom seem to have no sense in their heads, she notes, as they get too close to the dangerously leaning vehicle for her comfort. She decides leaving rescue efforts to someone with far better trained athletic abilities is a wise idea. She, instead, decides to help with crowd control. After all, breath control and voice projection were all part of her training, as was influencing people's behaviors. "Ladies and gentlemen - this is far from a safe location. If we can all step back and allow the professionals to work - you are putting yourself in danger and impeding their efforts!" She calls loudly.

Karas was with Jax when he too heard the wreck, "What the....!" he quickly races out behind Jax, but chasing a Jedi is hard, they are FAST. So Karas just runs as fast as he can so to keep up as best he can. Upon getting to the area, he too has to push through people and as he sees who all is here, "If you're not helping get out of the way please." he says. "Jax, I'm going to make sure no one else is near that kriffing tractor." he says says. He sees the Senator and the General, along with Elrych and Merek. "Damn everyone is here." he says as he moves to make sure there was no others by the crash site.

Sera has her hands on her hips for the moment, watching as Mekil, Jax, and Amber (with the help of a struggling Merek) climb to reach the CHOKING operator, who has gravity to thank for strangling him. His frantic motions are slowing now, and those close to the cab can see that Corporal Tyko's face is nearing purple.

Looking to Elrych, Sera nods. "Do you know how to drive one of those tow-trucks?" She points in the direction of the heavy equipment wrecker nearby. "Maybe you can back that bad boy up to this and we can pull'er out?" Sera turns then to Lahni and Karas.. "Have the crowd part wide, please. We need to get a wrecker through."-- To Septima, "Miss (Sera didn't know she was a Senator), can you call for emergency services. If he's choking he may need medical attention. And if HE doesn't, Merek will.." Judging from the beating he took from Amber! "Be careful, General! We're going to see about securing the ass end of this mother while you two work on the operator!!"

Merek would take every one of those kicks and knees while he would nod a bit, a growl while he begins to back up with a little sigh once she has the climb. The man takes a look up while he leans on his assistant, "It's up to them now," he would take a hand to rub along the nose that took a foot, then he takes a cigarillo from the pack with him, which he would light up, then he finds a place to settle back into the chair which he's brought to, blood dripping along in that seat as well as the spaceport. Then he begins to wrap his own wound up if he can, "The General has a lot of First Aid knowledge if I'm remembering right."

"Ya don't say!?" Ambrosia snaps aloud to someone who's talkin about the need for haste, but the bulk of said snap gets muffled by her own sleeve as she struggles to maintain current grip, let along advance in altitude. She should've ditched the jacket. Yeah. The jacket.

Oh great, Jax is here. His perturbed mother twists her head to the other side to watch him shimmy on up beside. The expression on her mildly sweaty face reads: If talk of this gets around the dinner table, someone will die.

But she does take that proffered hand, as it's the only reasonable thing to do. After all, it'll be a better rescue effort with TWO sets of hands to support the operator's weight and cut him free/lower him down by those straps. Or at least offer a proper salute before sending him toppling to his death and/or injury.

That extra moment of stability seems to do the trick in allowing Greystorm Sr to find her footing and reposition her dominant arm in a way that's less abusive to her shoulder. The resulting pullup is successful. As is the next. And next. Slowly but surefootedly, the aging soldier puts those years of field experience to good use and climbs as far as the cab. Her altruism is rewarded by an earful of horrible, horribly twangy Dantooine fieldhand music.

"No," she decides for them all and reaches through to jab the radio with the point of her knife. It's as decent an anchoring point as any. "Hang in there, kid. Jax! Support him, pull'im back if you can, let's give that airway some slack. I'm cuttin."

Elrych gives a nod to Sera and looks back over his shoulder towards the rig she is speaking of. "I'm familiar with the model but I havn't driven something that big in so long." He turns and heads over to the truck. Opening the door he hops in and starts it up. Then, adjusting the transmission, he starts to back it up with Sera leading him on.

Septima gives a look to Mekil and then the Senator gives a huff and backs away from the mess at hand. Allowing her bodyguards to assist with things that involve knives and trying to save people. They climb up, assisting with Jax and Ambrosia if they don't mind them joining. She herself turns to the crowd that is gathering and gives a smile, "Please remain calm all, everything thing should be under control shortly." she tries to soothe those that are coming to check things out.

Jax calls back, "Sounds good to me, Karas!" Then he watches his Mom go once she gets a bit of assist and leaving him behind. "I haven't seen her move that face since Wedge got stuck in a tree. Alright I put him in the tree." Then the Corellian pilot follows his mom up slowly but surely. THen when he reaches the cab at her instruction he goes to secure the kid to keep him from falling, "I got him. If the knife don't cut, I got something sharper." His saber was hooked to his belt and in reach if Greystorm Sr. needed it.

Some people complied to Lahni's initial urging for caution - but not enough to satisfy her by a long shot. The delicate looking figure draws herself up straight, trying for all the stern authority she can muster - preparing to open a corridor for emergency services when it is suggested she open a route for the wrecker instead. "Of course!" She answers. "Alright, we need to clear a path and quickly! You lot to the left! You lot to the right!" she calls. She never anticipated she'd used breath support training for anything like this. "Wider than that! Leave this corridor open for emergency vehicles!"

Karas nods his head to Sera as she asks him and Lahni to urge the crowd to back away. "Everyone move! We have to clear this area, start moving back now!" he calls out loudly as he spreads his arms to either side of him as he begins moving towards them, "Please move now!" he calls out to them as he starts to urge them back while the otehrs work. He looks over to Lahni to see how she is doing.

"BRING IT BACK, YEAH?" Sera yells at Elrych who has brought the wrecker vehicle to secure the back end of the crane. When he arrives, thanks to Septima, Karas, and Lahni's efforts in keeping people calm and compliant with commands, he had an easy day with backing in. Sera takes hold of the straps and starts to strap them under.

"PUT YOUR STABILIZERS DOWN, EL!" Sera makes the arm motions with her arms, signaling the stabilizers that needed to be lowered in order to leverage on vehicle with the other. Sera took over the crane giving it a tightening adjustment which rattled the crane slightly.

"GENERAL.. ASS END'S SECURE. ONCE YOU HAVE HIM, WE CAN HAUL THAT HUTTSUCKER OUTTA THERE!" Sera lights a smoke and waits calmly. "Troopers gonna hate life police calling all those scattered rifles out there.."

Emergency service sirens can be heard drawing closer. Their flashing lights bright and red, easily seen in the evening! "Someone flag them down!"

Meanwhile, in the cab, all sorts of alarms are going off. Hydraulics, check engine, transmission, alternator, uneven ground.. all the warning lights are on. Corporal Tyko has gone unconscious and is dead weight, but thankfully Septima's guard entourage has stationed themselves just below the Greystorms to 'daisy chain' the operator out once he's free. It's just a matter of cutting him out now!

"You all, walk to there, and keep away from the place!" Merek then notes to a few people while he nods a bit. The man looks like he will be assisting in that way.

Ambrosia's focus wanders just a moment to that cylinder hanging from her son's belt. To say she isn't tempted would be a heinous lie. It's writ plainly on her features - her appreciation for all things 'sharp'. A call from Sera brings her back to reality and the General adjusts her footing on the cab's fore console frame to brace for any sudden shift of machine while they hook things up down/back there. "BE OUT IN NO TIME!" she bellows back over the sound of angry alarms, just before one of the klaxons gets silenced by a boot heel and another muffled by her derriere. She weasels lefthanded fingers between the weight of Corporal Tyko's chest and that harness strap responsible for torturing his trachea. Which means her knuckles are now delivering a sustained throat punch for a moment till Jax can mae adjustments from his end. Once her OWN grip is secure, she jerks that tactical blade from the sparking radio and flourishes it around to deliver two shallow slices with expert precision that weaken the strap's integrity. The unconscious man's weight, coupled with a yank from her fist, does the rest.

Greystorm leans precariously aside, making room for whatever forward sag occurs, should Jax's grip slip, and wraps her fingers around the lower right loop of harness. One of Septima's men is gonna get a real good view of her bum for a sec while she saws vigorously for a through-and-through of that lower strap. She's less worried about nicking the man's hip.

The *SNAP*CLUNK* is almost audible over the rest of the noise in there and Tyko is FREE! Greystorm clings to the side of the cab, one knee bent inward to act as a last-ditch barrier, should Tyko try and take a header over the console.

Elrych flips a switch, putting down the stablizers as asked. THe machine whines a bit as it works against the grain to do what it has to. The Jedi sticks his head out the window, ooking behind him at Sera, watching for further instruction. His arm rests on the window, all that's missing is a fancy trucker hat and a cigarette.

Septima trusts her guards with her life, so, she'll trust them with others as well. She herself moves to go down the path, helping to have people part the crowd and get more help where it is needed. She has a large metal dog trudging after her so that helps to get people moving as well, but Aletris is a good boy! And he just wants to make sure no one shoots his owner as she helps out.

When Amber cuts the soldier lose, Jax is there to catch the soldier. There's a momentary grunt from the jedi as he hold the unconcious man just long enough before passing him to Septima's head of security Mekil. There was no slipping, there was tumbling, everything went according to plan. Then down through the rest of the security force. Jax looks to Mekil, "Mekil, you're a good man. Always around just when you need to be. Septima is lucky to have you working for her. " Jax looks up at his Mother, "YOu thought I was going to let him slip." His hand securing himself for any moment of the crane.

"Emergency services are here - please keep the corridor clear!" Lahni calls in a voice with more force and volume than her slight frame should be able to produce. Sir- my apologies, Miss," she says to a large houk in the crowd. "If you could wave them in? They'll see you before me. I do appreciate it." The houk nods, looking mildly disappointed to be asked to leave spectating behind to actually help in the crisis.

Karas turns around to make sure he's not in the way himself as he sees that the people are complying with their wishes, this makes him feel better, "Sir please move over there with your holo-recorder, the emergency services are coming in." he says to a younger male kel-dor. Karas looks back over to Lahni and he quickly moves over to where she is, "You good over here?" he asks as he looks to the emergency crews coming in. He looks over to where Septima is and her guards, "You all ok?" he calls to her and her team. Karas rubs the back of his head as he looks to the man who is now rescued.

The emergency services arrive about the time Mekil and crew lay out poor Corporal Tyko. They begin to bring him back. Meanwhile a few folk offer hands for Amber and Jax to come off the crane the next phase of the project begins. Stationing her smoke between her lips, Sera yanks down a lever to pull up the slack between the wrecker and crane, transitioning a great deal of weight onto the vehicle.

Sera gives El the signal to slowly lift the stabilizers. "ALRIGHT!-- PULL FORWARD!" It's a slow process, but the crane comes out of the ditch. Last phase of the project begins.

A platoon of unlucky Privates have to go out into the water and ditch to police up all the rifles that fell out of the crate. This is at night. They're hating life.

Another day in the office it seems.