From tfath@compusmart.ab.ca Fri Jun 19 08:09:58 1998 Date: Sun, 03 May 1998 22:23:11 From: Tim Fath To: annac@bigfoot.com, suskind@ix.netcom.com, chris@rupnet.de, themuirs@interlog.com, praetorian@writeme.com, praetorian@kuentos.guam.net, Erin.Kenny@sofkin.ca, sunkist1@erols.com, jrbowman@london2.skn.net, jdt7@cornell.edu, jeffj@mantis.Princeton.EDU, jyoung@eaze.net, keri@gmx.net, voyager@massmed.org, nitefitr@cyberhighway.net, neil@falconers.sonnet.co.uk, PANDJMENZ@aol.com, seth@elektriklight.com, tfath@compusmart.ab.ca, wpettey@zianet.com, elektriklight@elektriklight.com Subject: [DANTEXF] Alighieri: Come Home Doctor, Come Home FMD 3.0900 (MD 45.0900) Runabout Gauntlet Whoever was the grave digger for Fort Necessity was going to be working over time in the next few days. There was no doubt about that. The runabout, however, didn't have the smell of death, it had a much more potent smell. Blood. It seeped from the wounded on the floor. It emitted its foul stench from the stained uniforms of the weary medics, that stood, half asleep, over the fallen men. These unconscious men, to seriously wounded to leave, but not hurt enough to go with one of the other shuttles., lay on the floor, in pain. Phasors and shrapnel, cut these men and women down. Two were from Remy's own medical team. Remy sat, asleep in his own arms, when a beeping filled the runabout. Snapping his head up, he noticed blood, the life giving fluid, seeping out of the Kraggons bodies. His wound, caused by shrapnel, had reopened. Rising to his feet, Remy the gingerly stepped over the other wounded to get to the man. Nurse Ka'to had done the same, bringing a derma-regenerator with her. It was almost out of power, as she warned the doctor as she handed it to him. "Okay, let do this nice and easy like." His voice was calm, but his hand was shaky from the fatigue. The Dermal regenerator, worked, just enough to reclose the wound before it ran out of juice. Luckily, the runabout rocked gently as it touched down on the landing pad. Rubbing his head to get the blood flowing, he smeared the Kraggons pink fluid threw his hair. He felt nauseated and sick. The horrors he had scene today had caused more then one member of his staff to vomit. It hadn't been an easy day, and there was no clear winner. Why had it happened? What had it all been for? What was the reason for all this death? It wasn't burnt and mutilated bodies that turned Remy's stomach, it was the old men, sitting behind there desks sending their sons and daughters to there deaths. It was always the same, and to put it in the words of a ancient Terran leader, a Pres Herbert Hoover, "Old men declare war, but it is the young men that must fight and die." If only the generals would get pick up a gun and fight again, maybe they wouldn't be so anxious to send others off to there deaths. 3.0915 As Remy moved closer to sick-bay, himself carrying a stretcher, the smell he had just left, again assaulted his nostrils. He rounded the final corner, entering the last hallway, he got mad. Wounded lay near the sides of the broad corridor, most unconscious, but some moaning in pain. The double doors opened and Remy and his train of wounded entered the chaos that was his sickbay. No one seemed to notice. They were either asleep, on the floor of course, or busy fixing up the final, well the second final group of patients. Setting the Bleeding Kraggon on bed four, Remy called for a new dermal regenerator. A nurse Remy hadn't formally meet yet brought it over. Quickly, Remy patched the poor man up. Then he left the nurse to finish the smaller patch ups. Heading to his office, he fired off one word, to no one in particular. "REPORT" Remy was passing the medicine cabinet. He stopped, looked it over and then carefully choose three bottles. He then, continued his trek to his office. He was seated in his desk before someone, anyone came to give him a report. A timid voice came from the door "Sir, what do you need to know?" "Your name?" "Alexia Rudniki" "Nurse? Right?" "Yes" She said, with only her head sticking around the corner. "Get in here and report. Your my new head nurse." "Sir, I can't do that. There are to many others in succession before me, and I'm only an ensign." "Alexia, it seems to me that you are the only one that came to give me a report, and if you don't want the tomorrow LT(jg) then tell me that tomorrow, but right now i just want a report on the injured." "Well, uh, sir, all except the last batch have been stabilized. Both auxiliary and regular sick-bay are full to capacity. Overflow has been routed to cargo bay 16." Alexia paused, and a look of confusion came apon her face, "Sir, arn't you mixing tri-oliumgutio and dexomanutal with Semi-tilonithy?" "Aye. You got a point? Anyway, how many did we lose?" "32 on the table sir." "SHIT. 32?" "Ye... Ye.. Yes Sir. 18 marines and 14 Kraggons. Most from shrapnel. Sir, arn't those three drugs for three completely opposite conditions?" "Yes, but together they make a great pick me up. Got a staff meeting. Is the morgue full?" Remy said, injecting the hypo into arm. "No sir." "Well there is some good news." The doctor said, finishing a download to a PADD, before rising to leave. "Doctor LeBeau, arn't you going to put on a fresh uniform before your meeting? Your current one is full of blood." "Alexia, if they are afraid of a little blood, they shouldn't make war." Remy raised his eyebrows as he walked by the young nurse. "I should be back soon, so set a list of patients that will need surgery most, set up a team, we will do them as soon as I get back." ****************** Remy's on the station... he will be irritable during the briefing, because of the fact that there are patients he wants to help.... Mike, your post "attack on Dante" never reached me... I got it through my friend Jeffery Thiessens account... I dunno man??? Respectfully Submitted, Timothy Fath LT Remy LeBeau, MD CMO SB Alighieri tfath@compusmart.ab.ca ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owned by so many to so few." "Democracy is the worst form of Goverment execpt, for all those other forms." Both from Sir Winston Churchill ------------------------------------------------------------------------------