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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 3, 2010 12:04:27 GMT -5
Alliana fumbled for the knife now, biting her lip in pain from her shoulder. From the corner of her eye, she watched Jessica's brave attempt. Rather than watching her take the blunt force, she decided upon one last move. As the terrorist moved closer to break her face, Alliana extended her leg and tripped him up. "Take him out Jessica!" She called over her bleeding shoulder, still working on the bindings. She wasn't loosing a vast amount of blood, it wasn't a critical hit, but she was beginning to fade and her surroundings slipped in and out of fuzziness.
The man Alliana had tripped up, suddenly fell to the floor next to her, drowning in his own ocean of red. She was a tad surprised at what had just happened, worried in fact, until she heard a familiar voice. Michael, their captain. "Haadly..." she breathed out to his question. When she finally broke through the bindings that held her hands, she scooted over to the nearest wall and gently laid her head upon it. Her shoulder was now throbbing and it's slow ache was ever pressing. The only thing she wanted right now was a hot shower and to sleep for days.
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Post by karen2 on Jul 3, 2010 13:02:21 GMT -5
The last thing Ben remembered was a boot rushing towards his head. When he reopened his eyes, however, he found himself looking at a dead terrorist, a stunned looking Jessica, an exhausted and woozy Alliana, and a bleeding Michael. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head a few times to try and stop the church-bells pounding against his ear-drums.
"What the hell...?" he mumbled. Finally he collected himself enough to search for the knife to cut his bindings. It took a moment or two, but he managed to slice the ropes fairly quickly, groaning as his ribs throbbed.
"Nobody's gonna die right away, are they?" Ben asked reluctantly, leaning back tendering against a nearby cot.
If not, then they could do a half-ass job of patching themselves up and then get the hell out of here before more terrorists showed up. Thankfully the medical officer with them seemed to be okay, save for her elbow. She'd be able to help anyone that really needed it--like Alliana for example. She wasn't looking so hot; and neither was the captain.
"Jessica? You okay? I think the others might need some help." His ribs screamed at him, pointing out that he wasn't exactly in top shape either, but he ignored them. The captain was more important than him, and Alliana looked close to passing out. They needed to get tended to first. |
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Post by jesslewis on Jul 3, 2010 13:14:06 GMT -5
One moment Jess had been scrunched up, preparing for the worst, and the next she heard the thud of the terrorist drop dead beside her, and several other blaster fire. She kept her eyes tightly shut until she was sure it was over, then she heard Michael's voice. Oh gosh, Michael! With the craziness that had been going on, she'd forgotten that he'd boarded the ship with them in order to help, but they'd lost him early on.
Letting her eyes open and adjust to the light, she sat up and surveyed the situation, Alliana and Michael were both bleeding now, but he seemed more lucid than she did; she'd been bleeding longer. And it looked like she was the only one able to get up on her feet. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, brushing her hair out of her face, collecting herself. She tugged her shoes off, tossing them to the side, before grabbing as much gauze as she could carry.
She went to Michael first, turning him onto his side, placing the gauze over where the projectile weapon had hit him. Luckily, it had gone right through, so it wouldn't do anymore damage coming out, but it had still caused a vein to rupture. She took his hand and placed it over the gauze. "Hold that there," she told him, "and hold on for me. I need five minutes to patch Alliana up, then I'm coming straight back, okay?"
Jess squeezed his shoulder, before hurrying back to Alliana, assessing the damage in her shoulder. She needed to stop the bleeding then get some more blood into her, and quickly. "Keep still for me, okay?" As she began to work, she glanced over at Ben. "How are you doing over there?" He wasn't bleeding, but he looked to be in considerable pain. |
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 5, 2010 3:16:46 GMT -5
If Michael Clarke hasn't posted by 9am BOARD TIME (GMT-6) today, then the next post defaults to Alliana. This thread is close to it's end, and I would like to see the plot wrapped up so we can move onto a new one.
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Post by cap01 on Jul 5, 2010 5:37:21 GMT -5
Michael stayed on the ground as he looked around. He made the decision to storm in and blast everyone in sight then the guy shot him. Jess came over to Michael first and he smiled back at her, he was glad that she was alright but now it was time to retake the ship the terrorists have had control of the ship for far too long. Michael nodded in reply as he felt his hand being moved over the wound to try and stop the bleeding. Jess was a great doctor and he trusted her with his life completely in more ways then one.
Michael looked over towards Jess as she checked out the others to see if they were alright. Michael stayed put as he was trying to think of what they should do next. They probably have to get to the flight deck, engineering and afterwards they would need to do sweeps of the entire ship to make sure that none of the terrorists are hiding in the ship somewhere. This report to the government was going to be an interesting one. “We need to think of what to do next.” Michael said as he was trying to keep awake. He could feel his blood pouring out but it was slowing down. |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 5, 2010 13:27:11 GMT -5
Alliana held the gauze as Jessica worked. It became increasingly harder with each breath to hold it firmly in place. She was trying, but it wasn't exactly working. She closed her eyes, and suppressed a groan of pain the best she could, but being shot in the shoulder was new to her and she wasn't exactly used to it. It hurt, it hurt a lot. More than she had ever expected. She knew she would live, but this was pure torture.
She looked up to Michael's words, trying to form the sentence, but her mind took over. "We need...ta...find Luke..." She of course meant the other's my her mind wasn't entirely there at the moment, and her heart took over. "I...I mean the othas...we need ta the othas...' her voice was breathy and her heart was working overtime to pump blood. She looked up at Jessica once more, with slow tired eyes, and let them flutter close into unconsciousness.
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