Battle Log: Nov-21-2018

[Garrison]

Area of Operation: Prison Station
From the Perspective of: Chief Medical Officer Arthur Bennet.

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Arthur was sitting in his office. Watching a classic show on his computer titled "Joy of Painting with Bob Ross" he was partially asleep when an automated announcement was made.

"An automated distress signal has been received from maximum-security prison "Fiorina Orbital Penitentiary". A response team from the USS Almayer will be dispatched shortly to investigate."

"OH! it's that time already?" Arthur spoke aloud as he jumped out of his seat, he casually opened his equipment locker and began to gather his tools of trade. He tuned into the Command channel on his headset. Expecting to hear a sort of role call from the Commander, oddly enough, there was silence.

Arthur(Command): "Hello? Command?" he was then greeted by two voices. Both of which he recognized.

Anna(Command): "Roger Homie"
James(Command): "Hello"

Anna Petya Matrioshka was the Executive Officer and second in command onboard the Almayer. She was awfully laid back for a Commanding officer, but she got her job done, so High Command didn't necessarily oppose that. While the other was Ensign James Woodrow, one of the Pilots on duty for the upcoming mission. He didn't know much about him, but if he was like the rest of the pilots on this ship, he would be staying in touch with him soon.

Arthur(Command): "Ah, hello everyone, what are we looking at for this prison station?"

Arthurs words went unheard as the command channel began to crackle with voices from various staff and squad leaders. Such as Lieutenant Whitaker Field wanting to head down to Requisitions to help with the post cryo rush. Along with the Squad leaders checking in and reporting for duty. Arthur stepped out into the Medbay lobby, he tuned the command frequency into the background as he walked to the storeroom to round up the last few supplies he needed. Such as syringe cases and a medical belt. He didn't see any of the medical team present, they must of woken up late. Sure enough, the medical channel buzzed in his ear. It was Doctor Frans Feiffer, but due to his unusually optimistic and friendly attitude. He was often dubbed "Friendly" by the marines.

Frans(Medical): "Can someone open zis checkpoint? I cannot get into thee medbay, heh."

Arthur(Medical): "Hello Doctor Feiffer.. or should I just address you as Friendly?"

Frans(Medical): "Either works for me, Professor. Glad to be working for ya zis Operation."

Zackay(Medical): "Hello medbay!"

Doctor Zackary Moon, he was added to the medical team a few months ago. Arthur remembered him from the last few missions he was on shift for. He had demonstrated himself as a capable medical professional. Other then that, he didn't know much about him personally.

Arthur(Medical): "Hello Zackary"

Arthur sat down in the Chemistry lab and began to prepare custom made pharmaceuticals that the Combat Medics typically liked to order. Such as Dexalin Plus, Dermaline or Tricordizine. However, his work would be cut short by another request.

Alice(Medical): "CMO, can you come open the checkpoints?"
Arthur(Medical): "Don't know if I can, but I'll try"
Alice(Medical): "You may need to go through the top floor"

Doctor Alice Falkner. She was a veteran on the Almayer Medical staff. She was treating Marines when he was still still treating Weyland Employees. She was given the nickname "Snow" because of her white hair and her reputation for always having a clean white lab coat. Even in the bloodiest of moments of Medical hell. Arthur stepped out into the hallway to make his way to the security checkpoints. Although they were supposed to stop the Marines from leaving the briefing room prematurely. It seemed to do little to stop them from doing that, and instead prohibited the time of other ship personnel. He tried to get the Security doors open so he could open the blast doors. But the red security doors rejected his ID card... Alice was right, so he made his way to the ladders to climb up to the second floor and make his way around.

Arthur(Medical): "Head to the Starboard (North) ladders, I can't open the checkpoint, you'll need to go around."

Then an unknown voice echoed over the ship intercoms.

"Hello, this is The Corporation. We need your help. One of our latest marvels - skill injector seats - is located in this facilities main medbay. We want you to secure them, in return you can use it to... well... make yourself more skillful. Do note, those injectors will hurt you, but I think risk is worth the reward. - Research Director Vitol"

Arthur(Command): "Liason.. do you know anything about this?"
John Lebird(Command): "No need to worry about it Arthur, WY has a fine track record in its biomedical department. However if they are retrieved, any individual wishing to use them will have to sign the proper forms first""

Recalling his experience with the company, Arthur felt Mr. Lebird's statement wasn't inaccurate. Despite that, he didn't trust most of the Liasons. They always seemed to have ulterior motives, compromising lives and/or time for their personal gain or for Weylands favor.

Arthur(Command): "What I meant Mister Lebird, was what do you know about this machine? I haven't heard of such a device."

John didn't answer as Arthur unlocked the shutters blocking the Starboard ladders. Alice soon emerged from the Hatch next to his feet.

Alice: "You can access that door, it leads to the checkpoints."

She then points to a narrow blue door that was rather inconspicuous compared to the other doors in the hallway.

Arthur: "Oh.. I didn't know about that. Thanks."
Alice: "Your welcome CMO, and thanks."

Alice walks past him as he opens the door, revealing a ladder upon inspection. He climbs down to find himself in the security checkpoint, with the Briefing room in sight across from him. He walks up to the large orange button and presses it. The computer beeps approvingly as the blast doors calmly slide up. Allowing free passage.

Arthur(Medical): "Your right Alice, I can open the Security blast doors. But I can't open the checkpoint doors."
Alice(Medical): "Yea. Its annoying but you HAVE to take the top floor"

He closes the blast door again, a bunch of marines jog up to the door. One of them, a Combat medic, Corporal William Ferrin called him out from the checkpoint window: "Mind if I come through?"

Arthur looked down the hall, not seeing anyone from the Military police in sight. He pushed the button and opened the blast doors again, allowing the marines through. He made his way back to the Medbay to help the Medical team finish the prep work. He optimized the Cryo Fluid for the Cryogenic cells as Zackary prepared custom made medication for the Medics that ordered it.

Frans(Medical): "QUICK! I NEED ZA CUTE NAME!"
Alice(Medical): "Alice"
Arthur(Medical): "Um.. Bubbles?"
Frans(Medical): "Both are quite adorable, hehe"

Arthur then focused on his surroundings. The medbay was alive with Medics wandering the lobby, hovering around the chem lab. A Specialist then approached him, Sergeant Athena Blackburn, Charlie squad.

Athena: "Two bicard pills, please."

Arthur reached for his belt and took out his bicardine pill bottle, passing two to the Sergeant. A thought crossed his mind.

Arthur: "Do you know how to use a hypospray?"
Athena: "Don't think so"

How could anyone not know how to use a Hypospray? they were designed to be a fool proof alternative to syringes. Arthur pulled out his personal Hypospray and offered it to Athena

Arthur: "Well, lets find out, it has Tricord in it, a single dose is harmless."

Athena tries to jab her forearm with the Hypospray. However, it gives an angry buzzing sound.

Athena: "Nope, ID lock, thanks tho." She then hands the Hypospray back to Arthur.

Frans(Medical): "NOW I NEED BUCKETS!"
Arthur(Medical): "I'll scrounge up some metal for you Frans"
Frans(Medical): "Danke, Professor. The Autolather in Southern Hangar would vork, but it's locked off..."

Arthur looked down the hall, the hangar wasn't blocked off as Frans had claimed. He would need something to recycle for metal. Recalling his late sign in's, he knew just where to look. He made his way into the briefing room. Looks like the marines had just finished briefing as the marines were filing out or getting last minute requisitions. He approached the Requisitions line, and sure enough, the floor was littered with discarded ammunition and under barrel grenade launchers. He grabbed whatever he could carry and made his way back to the Autolathe.

Arthur(Medical): "luckily those under barrel grenade launchers the marines leave lying around have a lot of metal in them. How many buckets you need?"
Frans(Medical): "Perfect! I'd neezd uh... two to three"

Printing out three buckets and ejecting all left over metal to use for the Autodoc. Arthur brings the buckets to Doctor Feiffer in the research lab.

Arthur: "Here you go Frans. What do you need these for? If I may?"
Frans: "Danke Professor, I vish to experiment with robots. I needed zee buckets for one such robot."

Arthur nods with an intrigued expression.

Arthur: "Can't wait to see the final result. Carry on Frans"

Arthur heads back down to the Medbay lobby, granting Alice's request for his spare lab coat. The Alamo had recently left, and all the initial chaos ended as quick as it began. Anna's voice boomed into everyone's headsets as well as the intercoms.

"This is acting Commander Petya, Report any Prisoner sighting to your squad leader, we don't know what happened but WY are paying huge, let's figure this out and come out on top."

Frans then walks into the Lobby, behind him are two heavily modified Medkits with mechanical appendages.

Frans: "TADAA!
Alice: "Nice"
Frans: "NOW THERE IS MINI YOU"S!

Frans gestures to the names of the Med Bots. Alice & Benny, Alice claps.

Frans: "We need to put one of zese on the DS, then ze other can stay here."
Arthur: "Nice twist there, Benny and Bennet
Frans: "I'll see about a third one."
Alice: "Leave Alice up here, I wanna confuse people."

Frans and Alice continued to discuss the possibilities of the Med bots. Arthur walked off, tuning into the Command channel to get an idea of what was happening on the prison.

Whitaker(Command): "They got out of the ship and immediately encountered hostile growth"
Whitaker(Command): "Squads have killed a hostile life form. Some sort if bipedal humanoid"
Anna(Command): "Orders are being updated shortly, dealing with WY"
Whitaker(Command):"Power down there is completely dead, along with Comms"
Sam Wise[Delta aSL] (Command): "Right so.. What now?"
Athena [Charlie aSL] (Command): "Where are the skill injectors again?"
Arthur(Command): "Company said they were in the primary medical bay in the prison. Also, is the Landing site secure?"
Sam (Command): "We've got a survivor"
Anna(Command): "Once our force is done in the Infirmary move to the west, clear north high sec then move to the crashed vessel."
Arthur(Command): "Is the landing site safe? I'm considering on sending a medical team down since we only got 5 medics"
Anna(Command): "Unknown"
Arthur(Medical): "Marines reported they found a survivor. trying to get more info regarding that"
Anna(Medical): "I haven't heard a single report of a survivor homie"
Arthur(Medical): "It was from Sergeant Sam Wise.. Delta Lead I think"
Anna(Command): "Sam Wise, what's the status of the survivor?"
Sam(Command): "Welded themselves in a closet. They didn't want to come with us"
Anna(Command): "Leave him then, keep on with the mission."
Simon 'ATOM'(Command): "Squads, move through chapel to civilian."
Simon(Command): "We're here"
Anna(Command): "If you think you can get him aboard the Almayer in a fair time then do it homie. other wise leave him"
Athena(Command): "WATCH FOR CRABS!"
Arthur(Command): "Crabs..?"
Athena(Command): "COMMAND SOMEONE GOT MURDERED NEAR MEDICAL FIND OUT WHO"
Richard Rahl(Command): "Bravo SL here."

Alice: "CMO?"

Arthur snapped his attention off his headset and back into the world around him.

Arthur: "Huh? What is it Doctor Falkner?"

James Woodrow(Medical): "If someone got crabbed put him on a stretcher, I can medevac him"

Alice: "I got a Beaker of meds for Alice, can you unlock it for me? I think only you can open them. I prepped, another beaker for Benny, I'll let you fill that one up."

Alice passed a sealed Beaker to Arthur. He stashed it in his satchel as he kneeled down beside the Alice Medbot. Trying to find a way to unlock it. Alice passed him a screwdriver, but upon inspection there seemed to be no maintenance panel to unlock. A thought then occurred to him. He took off his ID card and placed it to the Medbots sensor. It beeped approvingly as its side clicked open. He tried it again with Benny and got the same result.

Arthur: "My ID unlocked them."
Alice: "Ah right"

"This is Petya speaking. Clear this station of any and all hostile presence. Reports show some type of lizard like Xeno-Forms on the station, clear them out. also, whoever has the WY drugs bring them aboard the Almayer for a reward. New orders are coming in shortly."

Arthur asked himself if he should of gotten Frans to include an instruction manual. Although he did some studying in engineering and mechanics. He only did the essentials required for maintaining Robots and Cybernetics. These custom built robots were a above his skill set. Both he and Doctor Falkner proceed to replace the empty beakers inside the medbots and calibrate them appropriately. Arthur then notices something inside the bot that refreshes his memory.

Arthur: "H-uh, what we got here..."

He shines his penlight into the inner workings of Benny, revealing next to the beaker slot to be a sort of Synthesizer for Tricordizine, and judging from the settings provided, it would kick in if the beaker was empty. Arthur thinks: "Perhaps I should ask Frans for a lesson on robotics..this is some impressive work." he closes up Benny and locks both it and Alice so they can't be tampered with.

Anna(Command): "Roger Bravo."
Alice: "Should be working."


Arthur:"These bots are able to synthesize Tricord when they are empty"
Alice: ""Oh very nice. Our mix can include PK though"
Arthur: "True"
Anna(Command): "3 marines KIA, Unknown cause"
Phillip(Command): "Delta lost their aSL. The Squads are actually...suffering huge losses."

Arthur nods, taking a quick look around, he notices the Medbay is still pristine and relatively undisturbed, The Medical staff seemed to have everything under control without his intervention. Alice was checking on the odd Marine that made their way in. Zackary was on the Vitals monitor attentively observing the spikes in the vitals of individual marines.

Arthur: "Zack, how's it look?"
Anna(Command): "Charlie has lost more than any other"
Zack: "Not good"

Arthur stands beside Zack and he shows him the troubling information. Many marines were injured. Four separate flat lines were registered in the Maximum security block. He reaches for his headset.

Arthur(Command): "Were reading losses at Max Security. Something is happening there."

If he was heard, no one acknowledged it as various personnel continued to converse on the channel.

Phillip(Command): "We need to retreat and reestablish our forces."
Boris 'Silent'[Command): "Creatures are able to move through the pipes!"
Sam(Command): "Command, we gotta retreat b-b-back to th-the FOB. Th-This i-i-isn't s-sustainable!"

Seconds after Sam Wise's words stammered over the radio. Anna'a voice boomed over the intercom and radios.

"This is Petya speaking. Hostile Xeno-Forms are employing a trap-esk weapon, shoot every egg you see. All forces are to fall back to the FOB. Once again, Fall back."

Things were starting to sound desperate.. and with so few medics..

Arthur(Medical): "Medics, is there a secure FOB at or near the landing site?"
Alexander Pechkin(Medical): "Yes"
Whitaker(Command): "Were scrounging as much as we can to get more metals to the FOB"
Anna(Command): "Good work homies."

Benny: "Radar!, put a mask on!"

Holy smokes, those bots have voice lines too? Doesn't matter.. what that medic said was important.

Arthur(Medical): "Anyone want to set up a field hospital on that note? With so few medics, they could probably use some help stabilizing people."
Alice(Medical): "I guess I can"
Anna(Command): "Where are the W-Y related parties?"
Alice(Medical): "Want full surgery or just another field medic?"
Arthur(Medical): "Alternatively, you could ride on the Alamo."
Alice(Medical): "Or both. I'll go down as a field medic."
Anna(Medical): "I am allowing you to set up a field hospital in the FOB homie."

Before Alice could make preparations. John Lebird, the Corporate Liason on board the Almayer wondered into the lobby.

John: "How are things today gentlemen?"

Alice: "Boring"

Phillip(Command): "How many Charlie people alive?"
James(Command): "PO, we are launching, get back here."

Arthur: "Uneventful, Mister Lebird."

John: "Well, they say war is 95% waiting and boredom"

Alice(Medical): "I'll go down and field medic. Oh, and put Benny on medevac."
Frans(Medical): "Vill do. Apologies, was testing some mixes out."
James(Medical): "Wounded aboard the Alamo"

Arthur and the rest of the medical team gather next to the hangar in preparation for the incoming batch of wounded.

Alice: "Did you want me to do full surgery?"
Arthur: "Only if you want too, it's your call."
Alice: "Sending them up will be better."

The Alamo touches down and the staff step on board to help carry the wounded out. However, the Alamo was bizarrely lacking in wounded or personnel as Doctor Falkner strapped in, waiting for the next trip down.

Alice: "I'll just stabilize down there"

Arthur watched as the other doctors carried out two bodies. One dead, the other somewhat alive.

Arthur(Medical): "One wounded, one KIA."
Anna(Command): "Military Police, a bravo Engie known as Frenkie 'Unga' Morouse has broken into your area."
John: "I don't see those skill injector seats."

Arthur walked back into the Medbay lobby, to find the dead marine had been left to the side of the lobby. That wouldn't do, he climbed the ladder leading to the morgue, to retrieve the body bags. Arthur climbed back down and began to remove the Marines belongings, as well as his dog tags.

Arthur: "Nathan Harold, Delta Squad"

Nathan had a oozing gaping wound on his head which had pierced through his helmet. Blood was soaked entirely through his uniform. It certainly seemed like he died a slow and horrifying death. Arthur sighed in disappointment as he zipped Nathan up into the body bag. Although he had done this for hundreds of marines over the course of his time on the Almayer...

Anna(Command): "7 Kia Marines, how about we cease our heresy and stop dying"
Athena(Command): "Lots of wounded marines at LZ one"
Anna(Command): "Get them on the alamo, we aren't allowing any risks to our wounded."
Gunner Christman(Command): "N-NEED ALAMO STATIONSIDE! N-NOW!"

His senses had not dulled to the sight and sound of death and suffering as much as he had hoped.

James(Command): "Alamo's coming"
Richard(Command): "Alright"

Alice(Medical): "They need a field surgeon, so I will come back and get a surgery kit and some gas."
Arthur(Medical): "I'll get the kit prepped, be sure to send any triage our way."
Anna(Command): "Squad leaders, prepare for a large scale attack on the FOB."
Frans(Medical):"Take ze tools in ze Upper medbay if ya needbe. I do not see a purpose for zem at ze moment."
Alice(Medical): "Morgue? ew no ill just shut down a OT"
Frans(Medical): "Not vrong, mein dear Alice"

Arthur began heading into the Surgical ward.

Gunner(Command): "Th-Th-They a-are not i-injectors.. Th-They a-a-are m-m-more like shock chairs."
Anna(Command): "Someone bring me one of these Xeno-forms from the station."

Stopping at Operating Room 4. He steps in and closes the shutters before taking all the necessary tools for surgery and placing them into a backpack he collected from the Medical lockers.

Arthur(Medical): "Shutting down OR 4"
Frans(Medical): "Sold copy, Professor. Call on me if ya need me, I'll be working on chems for ze meantime"
James(Command): "PO please remove the medevac system from the Alamo."
Anna(Command): "As it stands I don't think we have an OB loaded, if one of the SO's could do so that would be great."
Whitaker(Command): "Can't operate a powerloader XO"

Arthur takes his mind off the chatter as he reaches the Hangar doors. He drops the bag and tray beside the door. Kneeling down to stamp the label: "Field Surgery Kit" on the back of it.

Arthur(Medical): "Okay Doctor Falkner, everything you need is outside the Alamo in the bag beside the tray"
Alice(Medical): "Danke, just doing this smartie"

Arthur turns around to find Athena messing with some medical vendors.

Arthur: "Yes?"
Athena: "Bicard pill bottle"
Arthur: "Sure thing"

Athena steps aside and allows Arthur to insert his ID card to permit the vendor to dispense the requested drugs.

Athena: "Tram and a kelo too. Gotta try something... thanks, and a Oxy injector."

One request after another, yeesh. Wait a minute, shes a specialist, how does she know how to use them?

Athena turns and rushes to the Alamo once she nabs the Oxycodone injector.

Anna(Command): "DS1 is heading planetside now"
John(Command): "Anna, any update on getting those skill injector seats?

The injectors? Athena's sudden medical knowledge.. wait a minute.. They actually worked?

Arthur(Command): "The marines have been using them. One of the Specs had improved medical skills."
Jonah Jimenez(Medical): "CL, I located the skill injector chairs. How do we extract them?"
Arthur(Medical): "Wow, we were just talking about that in command. I think you need to unwrench them from the floor then drag them back"
Athena(Medical): "Being able to use proper medical stuff is awesome!"
John(Command): "Arthur were they brought aboard? Those seats were not to be used without hte proper forms being signed first."
Arthur(Command): "Not yet from what I can tell. A medic claims to have located them, I just gave instructions to bring them back."
Jonah(Medical): "There are three chairs"
Alice(Medical): "Bring them to LZ 1, and I can probably do more. I'm also setting up field surgery"
Athena(Command): "How many marines planetside?"

"This is Petya Speaking. Squad leaders are free to move without confirming from command for the time being, please keep us updated on location and sightings if possible. New supplies and updated information coming shortly."

Anna(Command): "There should be around 30 station side."

Arthur sits down in the vacant chemistry lab. Replacing the vacant surplus of handmade drugs. He continues to listen in on the radio chatter. It was hard to tell how the Marines have been fairing on this mission.

Anna(Command): "Military Police, Bravo Spec Atom is drunk on the job."
Athena(Command): "So are we extracting the fucking skill injectors or not?"
Anna(Command): "Alamo's heading up. Get the skill Injectors if possible."

Simon'Atom'(General): "I ju'ch't' tuOk 'One glouP"
Gunner(General): "Nice"

Athena(Command): "I only see one charlie at LZ 1. Dunno where the rest are."
Anna(Command): "Charlie is at the Infirmary."

Alice(Medical): "Field surgery set up at LZ 1, medics."
Nia Roadman(Medical): "Fuck."
Whitaker(Medical): "Got an infected on the Alamo. We need immediate treatment!"
Frans(Medical): "Copy. I'll get zem immediately."
James(Command): "CAS in the air, lase targets!"
Richard(Command): "Lasing"

Although patients were coming and going through the lobby. They were only coming in at small numbers. Arthur didn't see an urgent need to step into Surgery when the rest of the medical team was able to hold down the fort without him.

Richard(Command): "QUEEN AT MEDICAL!"
Anna(Command): "Medical? As in Infirmary?"
Mudder Plantagenet(Command): "Most likely, you could also check his position."
James(Command): "Bravo SL, did the rocket hit?"

ARES, the Almayers artificial intelligence makes a sudden announcement.

"Bioscan complete. Sensors indicate no unknown lifeform signatures present on the ship and approximately 13 signatures located elsewhere, including one in the Infirmary.

Simon(General): "Wher'E?"
Anna(Command): "Continue the fair work homies. Alamo heading planetside"

Simon(General): "A WheRe 'ahre uthERch?.....AH..Damn.. Th`at'S sad."
Anna(Command): "10 total KIA Marines"
Mudder(Command): "That's quite a lot of KIA... How many do we have in total?

That doesn't sound 'that' bad.. then again, Arthur forgot how big the platoon for this deployment was. He was busy cleaning garbage and folding up left behind rollerbeds and stasis bags outside the operating rooms. He peered into Operating room 2 and observed as Zackary carefully cut and forced open a Marines rib cage. Taking a hemostat, Zack began to pull something out of the Marine guts, revealing a large wriggling parasite.

Arthur: "Yikes"

So that's the infections the troops were talking about. How the heck did they get so large so fast? Arthur was heading back to the chem lab when he noticed Frans had occupied it. So he climbed the ladder to finish his chem work in the Research lab.

Richard(Command): "We just lost 8 marines at medical"
Anna(Command): "We have a total of 35 alive marines.. That isn't possible"
Phillip(Command): "It is possible they are SSD."
Richard(Command): "Well there were around 10-12 marines at medical, and the queen came in and only 3 of us made it out"
John(Command): "Whats this about a queen?"
Richard(Command): "PYRO SPECIALIST IS DOWN! WE NEED CAS!"
Zackary(Medical): "R** C*OD*!"
Anna(Command): "Squad Leaders, our losses over the past 10 minutes aren't even near what I expect from you. fall back"

This is Petya Speaking.This is a general order to all marines on the field. Fall back to the FOB area to prep for a full scale tactical assault.

James(Command) "CAS is in the air, lase targets"
Zack(Medical): "RED CODE! 3 CREATURES ESCAPED!"
Richard(Command): "QUEEN INCOMING!!"
James(Command): "Lase target"
Anna(Command): "Alamo is heading shipside"
Whitaker(Medical): "Damnit! the infected burst!"
James(Command) "Oof, lase the damn aliens"

Wait a minute, creatures escaped..? What did he mean by that..? Arthur got up from his chair and made his way to the ladder. He began to climb down to the medical lobby.

James(Medical): "Use the damn medevac stretchers!"


Arthur began to ponder if James Woodrow was aware that evacing on an orbitiing space station was no easy task due to windows being very minimal due to risks of structural integrity.

"This is SO Florkowski speaking. We are currently experiencing a situation on Almayer. The current headcount of alive marines is 22. 5 Of Bravo Marines are being held in the Chapel."

Arthur(Medical): "This is a prison station in space. I doubt theres many-
Frans(Medical): "HELP!!!"
Arthur(Medical): -huh?
Phillipp(Medical): "Coming!"

Arthur had just got to the lobby. Frans was close because he heard his voice nearby as well as on the radio. He followed the voice to the chem lab. He could hear crashing of objects and the sound of a struggle. Arthur caught a glimpse through the window.

Arthurs gut sank in terror as he saw Frans struggling against a large bug monster the same size as him. Although Frans was putting up a fight, the creature was quickly over powering him. Slashing its claws into him.

Arthur: "OHMYGOD!"
James(Medical): "Help what?"

Arthur barely had time to think. He knew help was coming but Frans would be dead before they arrived. Using his athletics, he sprinted towards the shooting range across the hall from the medbay. He didn't even open the gun locker all the way as he quickly reached in and pulled out whatever gun his hand gripped on.

He sprinted back to the Medbay, several feet away from the chem lab door, Frans's screams had gone silent. Not even stopping to think. Arthur entered the chem lab to see the creature had pinned Frans to the wall and was proceeding to slash him to death. Arthur quickly gripped his newly acquired revolver in both hands as he aimed center mass at the creature.

PLAM!
PLAM!
PLAM!
PLAM!
PLAM!
PLAM!
PLAM!
CLICK!
CLICK!
CLICK!
CLICK!


The creature stops moving as Frans makes one last desperate punch at its head. Both of them fall to the ground in a pool of each others blood. Arthur's revolver slides out of his hands and clatters to the floor.

Arthur:"FRANS! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

That was a pointless question though, Arthur's health hud was blinking several warnings that Doctor Feiffer's vitals were flashing red, meaning he was going to die within minutes without medical attention. He quickly rushes to his side, quickly opening his medical belt as he frantically begins to clean and seal several bleeding, ugly ripped cuts to his head and torso.

Frans:"I-I PUNCHED ZE FUCKER TO D-DEATH V-VITH YOUR HELP! I-IT R-R-REALLY F-F-FUCKING BURNS"

Arthur: "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?"
Frans: ""OUT TH-TH-THE VENT"

Arthur quickly glances where the vent in the floor was. The fortified grill had been forcefully pried open and shoved aside, a feat that was impossible to do by unassisted means. He turned back to Frans and continued the struggle to keep him alive.

Alexandr Pechkin(Medical): "HOSTILES ABOARD!"
Anna(Medical): "Say again?"
Arthur(Medical): "ITS OKAY! I-I.. ho god.. I killed it..."
James(Medical): "It's dead"
Anna(Medical): "Good work homies."
Gustavo Tireman(General): "I saw a snake like creature in the lower engineering complex!"
Anna(General): "On the Almayer?"

Arthur manages to staunch Franses bleeding. He inserts a pill of Tricordazine and Bicardine into his hypospray, injecting them directly into Franses bloodstream, he takes a moment to look back to find James and several marines looking in from the chem lab window. Seeing the situation was under control, they head back towards the hangar. However, the lack of bleeding then revealed serious acidic burns around the exposed skin. Thankfully burn kit in the chem lab had a good cache of Sodium Bicarbonate, also known as baking soda for those who prefer their chemistry in the art of baking. Arthur applies some to the affected skin, the sizzling from the wounds stops, prompting him to proceed with the regenerative membranes to help reverse the damage caused by the burns.

Frans: "G-Gut save zere, P-Professor. Least it let me finish my pills before attacking, h-hah.. D-Dear god it burns."

Arthur was unable to immediately respond. The fact he had almost lost a colleague, and the sharp pain in his arms from shooting that gun, had left him in a mild state of shock.

Arthur: "Ho god, I'd never thought I'd have to use a gun like that.."
Frans: "I do agree, boss."

Arthur's Health Hud high lighted Frans with a dull yellow, indicating he was stable enough to move freely. He helps Frans get back on his feet.

Zack(Medical): "CMO! 3 CREATURES ESCAPED! 1 dead now!"
Arhur: "Christ.."

Frans: "That kinda hurt. You alright?"

Only upon that did Arthur realize that the creatures blood had splattered onto him, and had burned through his lab coat and medical scrubs, and was now painfully burning into his skin. It felt like the aftermath of a really, really bad sunburn.

Arthur: "I got the things blood on me... burns.. a lot."

Frans nods as Arthur takes the burn kit and sits down on the stool in the chem lab. Taking out his health analyzer, he scans himself to find the exact location of the burns and applies baking soda and a regenerative membrane to the indicated locations. Frans looks at the dead creature as he notices its blood has begun to eat away at the floor tiles."

Frans: ""Polycentrinic acid from my guess. Shit melts quickly. Least something like it"

Anna(Command): "It would appear we have some xeno-forms on the Almayer. going red."

Seconds after that announcement. A brief siren rang out as Ares voice boomed over the intercoms.

Ares v3.2 "Attention: Security level elevated to RED - there is an immediate threat to the ship."

John(Command): "Anna, this situation is not reflecting well on your command."
Anna(Command): "Blow it out your heck CL."
John(Command): "Damage to the Almayer is against Corporate interests, please have any shipboard forces avoid any use of explosives"

Arthur popped a pill of Kelotane and Tramodol and got to his feet. The pain slowly began to subside. He looks at the split attached to Franses right hand.

Arthur: "You can finish what your doing, we'll get you fixed up after."

Frans nods as Arthur quickly makes his way to the ladder, quickly climbing up each step as he reaches for his headset.

Arthur(Medical): "Attention Staff, due to the fact that Frans was almost murdered.. I'm opening the armory."
Phillip(Command): "North maints clear."

Arthur rushes through the door, turning a corner as he runs down the pristine white hallways of the upper Medbay. He stops at a large blast door to his left. Flashing his ID card at a scanner. The blast doors promptly open, revealing a rack of Kevlar vests and a small arsenal of pistols, sub machine guns and Tactical Shotguns. Taking off his lab coat, he slips one of the heavy vest over his body. The weight was somewhat burdensome, but was a comforting assurance. Some of the other Doctors had made their way to the Armory and were doing the same thing.

This is Petya Speaking. As it currently stands we have at least a single Xeno-Form on the Almayer. ship side crew will find and crush them. Ground side forces are to continue using CAS and small hit and run attacks against the enemy. Ground-side commanders are allowed to move freely at this time.

They then reached for a Tactical shotgun, strapping it to their vests as they proceeded back downstairs. Arthur looks at one of the Tactical shotguns remaining, he normally wouldn't go for something so bulky. However, since all the other Doctors had taken them, he decided to follow suit and grabbed one for himself. Pocketing a handful of red shells before heading back down to check on Frans.

Frans(Medical): "Well, I'm ready for surgery, hah. I made Derm, ImiAlki, und Tricord."

Arthur climbs down the ladder. He finds Zack coming out of the Surgical ward.

Arthur: "Zack, get to the armory and arm yourself.. its not safe right now."

Zack hustles towards the ladder without response as Arthur approaches Frans, who is standing beside the Medical Scanner outside the Medical storage room. He helps Frans in as he initiates the scanning sequence.

Myles'Rogue'Jenson(General): "Open CIC!"

Arthur: "Hand is fractured along with minor eye damage."

Athena(Command): "HOLLY FUCKING SHIT! I was pregnant with 5 alien danger noodles."
Anna(Command): "Alamo is heading u- What the heck?"

Frans pops the door to the scanner open as he climbs out. "Could be worse. Given zat it ambushed me."

Arthur has Frans lie down on a roller bed. "Much worse. Thing almost killed you according to the Health Hud." He drags the roller bed into the Surgical Ward towards the Autodoc. Frans climbs inside it without question, as Arthur calibrates the Autodoc for a broken bone surgery, followed up by a corrective eye surgery. The Autodoc begins to operate with a loud audible click as the pod hatch locks. Arthur sighs as he sits down on one of the ward beds.

Arthur: "Guess its a good thing I hit the shooting range now and then... Knew exactly where the guns were kept."
Frans: "Heh, you were quick to the draw, I give you zat. I'd have been dead if I were in there a little longer. Fucker only slashed back though after I trapped it and beat into it some."
Arthur: "I'm glad I was able to do something about it to begin with."

Arthur sighs as the Autodoc completes fixing Franses hands and begins to repair his eyes. Arthur looks at his left hand, it tremors uncontrollably.

Anna(Command): "Under half of our forces are KIA"
Philipp(Command): "Order retreat"

Arthur: "But Christ.. I don't know how the marines are able to do stuff like that on a daily basis. I've shot and been shot at before.. but it hasn't gotten easier for me."

Anna(Command): "It isn't needed."
Philipp(Command): "The station is lost at this point."
Anna(Command): "We currently control large portions of the station. As it stands we can hold for more than awhile"

The Autodoc makes a loud audible click as Frans opens the hatch and climbs out. Grinning over his latest idea.

Frans: "On ze bright side, I now have something to study for HC...Maybe I'll finally get mein promotion to Professor, heh.
Arthur: "Hahaha, optimistic as always, Friendly"
Frans: "I understand. Zose men are tough buggers. I'd like to hope the bugs are nothing compared to the big guns."
Arthur: "Judging from the command channel, There are far deadlier variant of those things."

Frans sighs, ""Damnit..It can't just be zat easy".

James(Command): "Lase south FOB"
Athena(Command): "LARGE? WHAT? South cades just got melted.
Anna(Command): "Get them fixed homie."
Athena(Command): "Well I asked. No one is doing it."


Arthur: ""You should stop by the armory on the way back to your lab, there's still a few around."
Frans: "Vill do Professor. And thanks for everything, I owe ya one."


Continued in next spoiler.

[Garrison]

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Frans walks off towards the ladders to the upper level. Arthur looked at the Automatic Tactical shotgun strapped over his shoulder and secured to the side of his bullet proof vest. If there was one danger in a possible boarding situation. Was darkness, he finds an abandoned flashlight in the medical lobby alongside the piling KIA's from the Prison Station. Taking a screw driver from a dead engineer, he uses a trick he was taught to modify the flashlight so it could be attached to the rail of the Tactical shotgun. So even if he didn't need to fire it, it would help light his way if the lights ever went out.

Anna(Command): "Where are my staff officers at this moment?"
Philipp(Command): "Just killed last of the xenos."
Mudder(Command): "North FOB"
Arthur(Command): "You mean all the on board xenos are dead?"

Arthur notices Philip walking into the medbay from the corner of his eye. Alice beeps, detecting someone with injuries.

Alice: "Hey, Philipp 'YMCA' Florkowski! Hold on, I'm coming."

The Med bot excitedly rolls over as its metal arm points towards him. Zackary notices a deep cut bleeding across his chest and left arm. Probably from the Xeno that he killed. He cleans and seals it with a phial of bio glue as Alice injects a shot into his arm.

Alice: "All patched up!"


This is Petya speaking. Massive xeno-form movement in the north of the FOB, any assets in the area are to assist. Prepare for an EVAC of the station in 15 minutes.


Mudder(Command): "Why are we evacuating?"
Arthur(Medical): "Command reports the last on board alien has been dealt with"
Anna(Command): "We haven't the forces to hold each entrance anymore. If I see a change in hostile movement I will redact the order."

Upon stating that announcement on the medical channel. Ares voice echoes throughout the ship.

ARES v3.2(General): "Attention: Security level lowered to GREEN - all clear."

Frans(Medical): "Glad to hear...Speaking of which zough, Alice. How're you faring down zere?"
Whitaker(Command): "Did those claymores ever make it planetside?
Philipp(Medical): "You said there were 3 of them, right?"

Despite the questions. Arthur was too distracted with trying to return his shotgun to the armory, but being locked out by the now locked lockers.

Richard(Command): "Claymores are here, yea."
Frans(Medical): ""Ze Professor und I killed one, und I only heard of 2 others. I believe they were dealt vith zough"

Arthur gave up and left the shotgun attached to his armored vest. He turns back down the hallway, climbing down the ladder back to the med bay lobby. He was certainly concerned about the Executive officer considering an evacuation... these Xeno's must be as deadly as he feared.

Alice: "There's always a catch, and it's the best there is."

James(Command): "Fuck this shit, nobody used cas anyway. Switching to Alamo."
Anna(Command): "Yeah homie, fair enough. Alamo heading up."

Then a new voice crackled into the medical channel.

Mark Davis(Medical): "Eh I just woke up. Anything happened?"
Arthur(Medical): "Well you missed a hell of an incident. A alien ambushed Doctor Feiffer in the chemistry lab. Luckily I was able to get to the shooting range and back in time to save him, just barely though."

Alice(Medical): "Is he okay?"
Mark(Medical): "Am I supposed to be glad I missed the incident?"
Arthur(Medical): "Depends on how you look at it"
Frans(Medical): "Woulda kicked ze bucket vithout ze CMO, hah. Und ja, I am fine Alice. I hope you are as well down zere"
Arthur(Medical): "I guess I can say I look after my staff in more ways then one"

"Oh man, I totally forgot about Alice." Arthur thought at that moment. He realized with how bad the situation was becoming down at the station. It might be an idea to go check on her personally. Walking out to the hangar, he sees the Alamo on the landing pad and climbs aboard. As he walks amongst the garbage and blood around all the seats; Arthur finds a half empty box of Meat Lovers pizza in the middle of the drop ship. Noticing how hungry he was, he pulls off his sterile mask and grabs two slices. Taking a seat in the lobby as he briskly bites into the delicious combination of meat and cheese.

Mark(Medical): "So we on code red?"
Arthur(Medical): ". . . Were on green, last of them were killed recently."
Richard(Command): "Fuck this OP. I'm taken captive.
Anna(Command): "Rest is Peace homie. IF I could I would give you a medal for that fist fight with that lizard."
Mark(Medical): "What does the alien look like?"
Frans(Medical): "I brought ze body to the Autopsy room. Have a look if you'd like"

Arthur is pressed into his seat as the Alamo's engines spin up and launch out of the Hangar. He recalls the image of the creature in his mind along with Franses bleeding wounds.

ARES v3.2:
Bioscan complete. Sensors indicate no unknown lifeform signatures present on the ship and approximately 14 signatures located elsewhere, including one in Central Ring.

Arthur(Medical): "About the same size as us, bug looking, carapace of Navy blue. Bleeds acidic blood."
Mark(Medical): "Oh my, acid."
Anna(Command): "If you can give me your coords we will nuke the place. Well shit, as it stands we are out of marines."

That didn't sound good at all... Arthur's train of thought was cut off as the Alamo touched down at its destination. He steps off the Alamo to what he presumed was the main landing pad for the prison. Well constructed barricades and fortifications were established at all the main door ways. Arthur wondered around, machine gun fire and screams echoed close by. Walking past supplies and dead marines alike. He saw a few heavily injured marines lined up outside an abandoned security booth. Looking through the window, he sees Doctor Falkner, working away on a marines skull. She was using a Bone Settler to keep the pieces of bone in place as she glued them back together with bone gel. She begins to cauterize the incision she made as Arthur steps in.

Arthur: "Hello Alice, I'm just here to check on you. How you holding up?"
Alice: "Need more gas."

Holy smokes... she must of been VERY busy to run out of anesthetic gas. Those tanks usually last an entire mission with a quarter tank to spare.

Arthur: "Holy smokes"
Alice: "Yea"
Arthur: "Okay, I'll get you more."

Arthur turns away from the Security booth door and starts to head back to the Alamo. As he straps in, a wounded marine climbs on board. Approaching one of the ships medical dispensers.

"This is Petya speaking. As it stands we are just about out of forces, prepare for a full EVAC. All remaining Forces are to hold the FOB area till ordered otherwise."

Arthur walks over to the marine, his Health Hud showed his vitals were in bad shape. The marine jabs an orange and a beige colored injector into his shoulder. Arthur knew right away that he injected himself with a dose of Tricordizine and Tramodol, an effective and reliable pain killer. He inserts the expended shots into the Ships medical dispenser so they can be refilled. Arthur scans the Marine identified as Frenkie Morouse. He had a serious amount of physical trauma throughout his body. The health analyzer also managed to detect that his left arm was fractured or broken. Arthur immediately begins to splint the damaged arm.

Arthur: "Done with the splints."

Frankie gives a nod of approval as he grabs his weapon and steps off the Alamo. Seconds later, the Alamo's side door opens again, revealing James Woodrow dragging in a gravely wounded marine. He places him into a chair and rushes to the cockpit, Arthur accesses the condition of the incapacitated marine, identified as Brock Roadman. Brock had severe chemical burns throughout his entire body, as if he was in a cloud of White phosphorous for too long. Arthur opened his medical belt and got out his bottle of kelotane pills. Inserting one into his Hypospray and injecting it into his neck. Arthur then proceeds to cover the most severe burns with the last of the regenerative membranes in his burn kit as the Alamo's engines spin up once again. Arthur manages to strap himself into a seat as the Alamo takes off.


"All forces are to EVAC the station, we are being boarded."

Arthur(Command): "Hold on.. WHAT!?"
ARES v3.2(General): "No hostiles located."

Brock: "Screecher. I fucking hate."

The Alamo touches down in the Almayer hangar without any further event as Arthur takes Brock into the Medbay lobby.

James(Command): "Alamo will stay stationside for evac."
Max Carter(General): "Well. I'm in... this ship."
WO Vladimir Petrov(Command): "XO, I am going to find the ship and find out who it is."

Arthur hurried to Operating room 3, opening the locker to find the extra anesthetic tanks. With a full tank in his hands, he walks through the operating room door as Anna's voice booms on the intercom again.

"This is Petya, hold the FOB. ARES says the boarders aren't hostile. hold for the time being, EVAC is belayed."

Philipp(Command): "Sir."
Arthur(Medical): "Heading back down to get more gas for Alice."
Philipp(Command): "There are no hostiles. The ship is empty."
Anna(Command): "Bullheck, Then explain what that was."
Frans(Medical): "Copy zat, professor."

Arthur steps back onto the Alamo and straps himself into the Alamo, preparing for the trip back down to the prison. He looks around to see Brock and a few other marines buckle into their seats.

ARES v3.2(General): "no live creatures or humans were detected on the ship upon docking. It seems the ship was shot."
Philipp(Command): "I'm standing right in the middle of it."
Arthur(Command): "Shot?"
Philipp(Command): "Yup, it's burned to a crisp."
Anna(Command): "Fair enough, going green."
Arthur(Command): "ARES. Can you do any sort of scan on the ship? What happened to it?"
ARES v3.2(General): "Damage to the ship was pretty significant. Most likely shot by AA guns."
Anna(Command): "Still don't know how much I trust the robot."
ARES v3.2(General): "Attention: "Security level lowered to BLUE - Potentially hostile activity on board."
Arthur(Command): "Well that doesn't sound TOO unusual.. given how chaotic Tychons Rift is."
Vladimir(Command): "XO, it has a copy of all our ARES updates."
James(General): "Alamo heading stationside."

With that, the Alamo takes off seconds later, in bound to the nearby Prison.

Charlies Edwinson(Command): "Good afternoon"

Arthur didn't have a chance to listen to the Chief Engineers greetings as the Alamo landed at the Prison hangar. Before anyone could get out, Alice angrily drags a man in a stasis bag into the Alamo.

Alice: "I should let you die."

She turns to go but notices that Arthur is among the new arrivals. She says: "We ain't staying Doc." before running back out. Arthur and the rest of the marines step out. The sounds of war are far closer then last time. He takes the gas canister to the Security booth as Alice finishes operating on a marine."

Arthur: "That everything?"
Alice: "I'll remain as a medic until the next flight, they need it."

Arthur ducked for cover as grenades rattle the front lines, Sending shrapnel and debris everywhere. A Medic named Nia Roadman pulled back a bloodied marine past Arthur and began to tend to his injuries. Arthur stepped beside her to lend a hand, to find out the patient was Frenkie Morous, one of the marines he treated earlier. They work together to clean and bandage various burns and flesh wounds to Frenkie's torso. Suddenly an ear splitting guttural roar caused Arthur to clasp at his ears.

Arthur: "HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS THAT!?"

No one answered him as several marines fell back to the barricade line, firing their rifles at an unknown threat. Not wanting to wait to find out, Arthur helps Alice round up the Surgical supplies and they rush for the Alamo with the rest of the marines. James Woodrow could be seen standing from the side door.

James: "GET ON THE SHIP!"

Arthur, Alice, and the marines begin to pile into the Alamo. Several agonizing screams and endless gunfire could be heard outside. Without warning, a massive orange bug forced its way into the ship, slashing its massive claws into the first marine it could reach. Everyone on board reaches for their weapons; Ernesto Sullivan opens fire on the creature with his pulse rifle. Then Nia Roadman rushes the creature, firing her shotgun pointblank into it. The creature is blown off its feet and onto its side as scalding green blood showers everywhere from the impact of the slug. Nia doesn't hesitate as she quickly pumps her shotgun and fires another point blank shot into the monstrosity, sending more acidic green blood splattering all over the ship. Several screams echo throughout the ship as the blood burns into their flesh.

Alice: "F-Fucking P-PFCs"

Arthur looks in the direction of Alice's voice to find her bleeding out on the floor. Nia was already doing her best to patch her up and stop the bleeding.

Arthur: "ALICE!"
Alice: "It was FF... Of course.."
Maximilian: "Ah...Sh-hit"

James voice booms through the speakers on the Alamo. "GET THE FUCK ON!"
Ernesto Sullivan: "GET ON THE SHIP!"

"EVAC The station."

Several more marines, wounded and healthy alike, pour into the ship. Tossing in whatever they could grab on their way in. Backpacks, ammo boxes, weapons, explosives.

James: "Launching!"

The Alamo's engines begin to spin up, but not before another Xeno managed to force its way on board. This one was was smaller, similar to the one that Arthur saw on the Alamayer. The only real difference was that this one had bands of bone white on its head crest and chest. It rushed past several marines on the ship, shooting projectiles of spit from its mouth. Anyone that was hit by it instantly fell to the ground in a spastic state. The spitting Xeno pounces on Nia and proceeds to slash into her chest. Arthur grabs his shotgun and tries to take aim, but the combination of his shaking hands and the marines running around in front of him make it impossible to get a clear shot. Ulric Montes fires off a round of buckshot from his shotgun, but the Spitter lunges off and the buckshot hits several marines instead. The Spitter rushes at Brock as he fires his pulse rifle into it at full auto, he side steps the Spitter as it falls onto Alice, knocking her down. Ernesto in a panic, draws his knife and stabs into the creature frantically. However, he ended up stabbing Alice several times before finishing the downed Xeno. Arthur see's Alice's critical vitals flickering on his Health hud as he quickly pulls her free and begins to patch up the ugly ripped flesh wounds in Alices chest and arms.

Alice: "I-I'm done.. F-Fucking marines."

Charles(Command): "Aliens? Jesus what the fuck have I woken up too."

Nia: E-E-Eh.. W-whatever.. I-I gave up y-years ago."


"This is Petya Speaking. All remaining Crew are to prepare all work stations for flight, The station is marked as lost and will be blown out of the sky."

Arthur took a moment to look around, half of the marines were now on the floor, in pain from the blood for gravely wounded from friendly fire. Over the roar of the engines winding down, he reached for his headset.

John(Command): "Anna do not blow the station."
Arthur(Medical): "ALL STAFF TO ALAMO! CRUNCH TIME!"

The Alamo landed in the hangar with an audible clang. The doors opened as the marines that could walk limped out of the drop ship as others dragged those in too much pain to stand on their feet. Arthur glances at Nia, whom is smearing additional bioglue onto her wounds. Suddenly the Alamo's engines begin to spin up again. Panic sets in as Arthur and the last remaining marines rush out of the ship before it takes off into space.

Philipp(Command): "SHIP IS STOLEN!"
Anna(Command):"WHAT!?"
Philipp(Command):"ENEMY TOOK CONTROL OF THE SHIP!"

Although Arthur could hear the Command staff yelling over their channel. He was too concentrated on helping Zackary and the other doctors distributing the critically wounded into the cryogenic tubes and everyone else into the medical scanners in preparation for Surgery. As he walks into the surgical ward, he sees Alice lying in a roller bed, too wounded to help with the triage.

Alice: "Even when its a doctor y-you marines cant help but FF."

Seeing a doctor was already tending to her. Arthur grabs a marine currently in need to attention, which happened to be Ernesto Sullivan. Arthur takes Ernesto into Operating Room two and lays him on the operating table, and places a medical mask on his mouth, quickly knocking him out. As Arthur begins to construct a prepared incision on and within Ernesto's chest, he listens in on the command channel.

Pilipp(Command): "CODE BLUE!"
Anna(Command): "Alamo is empty. Assume hostile forces at work."

Arthur begins to take the circular saw to Ernesto's ribcage, making it easier to force open with a retractor. His organs are now fully exposed, revealing severe bruising and mild hemorrhaging throughout the heart, lungs and liver.

James(Command): "How am I supposed to lock the ship?"

Arthur applies regenerative membranes from a trauma kit to all the affected tissue. Then begins to bend the rib cage back into place with the retractor. Applying Bone gel to glue the severed bones back together, he then secures the damaged bones into place with the bone settler, making sure they heal perfectly from the effects of the bone gel. He takes a breath as he begins to seal up the incision with the cautery.

Alice(Medical): "Well I did lots of surgery down there. Pulled out about ten worms."
Frans(Medical): "That's a lot more worms zen I'd ever vant to see."

Arthur disconnects Ernesto from the anesthetic system and lays him on the floor, cleaning his wounds with a spray of space cleaner and spraying some on his hands to quickly clean them.

Ernesto: "What a nice floor."

OH! he woke up already? that was fast.

Arthur: "Good as new, sir."
Ernesto: "Thanks."

Arthur escorts Ernesto out as he looks about to see where he can be of use. His Health Hud directs him to a critically wounded marine in one of the other operating rooms. Doctor Jack Croshaw was already working away at his patient, identified as Maximilian Rose. Arthur used his handheld scanner to find that Max was still suffering from severe physical trauma and blood loss, in addition to a more disturbing detail.

Arthur: "His chest is nercotizing."
Jack: "Yeah, he woke up mid-surgery"

Max suddenly begins to gasp. Arthur concluded he likely woke up because his lungs were unable to breath in enough anesthetic. He administers an iron tablet as well as antibiotics, finishing off with attaching an IV drip of O negative blood. Having done all that he could, Arthur stepped out of the Operating room to allow Jack to work undisturbed.

James(Command): "The aliens have boarded the Alamo."

Seconds after James mentioned that. ARES made an announcement that boded poorly for all of them.

"Unscheduled dropship departure detected from operational area. Hijack likely. Shutting down autopilot."

Everyone looked around in confusion, soon the now fully healed marine began to mobilize. Grabbing their gear and clearing out of the Surgical ward.
Anna(Command): "W H A T D O"

Arthur walks into the Medbay lobby, which now looked like a poorly organized garage sale. He finds Alice next to the vending machines, biting into a Barcardine bar.

Arthur: "How you holding up Alice?"
Alice: "I'm ok now, idiot marines, but I'm fine."
Frans(Medical):"Testing. Ah, I messed up zhere vith mein dials for a second."

"This is Petya speaking. Xeno-forms have taken over the alamo and have locked us out. Prepare for Possible boarders. all remaining crew are to fall back to the CIC with any and all gear you can find. this is our alamo homies."

ARES v3.2(General): "Attention: Security level elevated to RED - there is an immediate threat to the ship."
John(Command): "Anna please authorize the escape pod for the civilians. Such as myself"
Frans(General): "vell, I guess I had a gut run..."

The liaison had the right idea, if those creatures had somehow found a way to pilot the Alamo. There would be no where to run or hide if they overtook the Almayer. Arthur began to climb the ladder, rushing for the port side escape pods.

Arthur(Medical): "Staff, if your done your operations, get to the southern escape pods..."

EMERGANCY! DROPSHIP ON COLLISION COURSE. CRASH IMMINENT.

Arthur(Medical): "NOW!!-"

Arthur reached for the Upper Medbay doors, but a sudden loud explosion shook the entire ship, knocking him to the floor. The lights all sparked out as the ships electrical grid either overloaded or short circuited.

ARES v3.2(General): "Attention! Delta security level reached! The station's self-destruct mechanism has been engaged. All crew are instructed to obey all instructions given by heads of staff. Any violations of these orders can be punished by death. This is not a drill."

Arthur attempted to collect his wits, trying to stay calm in the dire circumstances he was now in. He reached for his shotgun and activated the rail light, illuminating the now dark hallways. He tried to open the door, but it was powered down and did not respond. Only one solution he had left, he took his shotgun and began to fire slugs into the reinforced glass. A Maintenance tech on the other side of the door then emerged, he took a crow bar to the door and pried it open.

Arthur: "Thanks M-T"

Arthur rushed down the port side hallway, keeping his shotgun at hand, unsure what to expect. He managed to get to the port side escape pods safely as a few other marines stood their ground along with Doctor Falkner. One of them banged on one of the pod doors.

Mac Kirkson: "FUCKING DOOR!"
Ulric Montes: "I guess we all gotta do a group suicide if it comes down to.

"A distress beacon has been launched from the USS Almayer."

The pod doors suddenly unlock after the announcement from Ares. Suddenly, a rapid clattering was heard behind them, a small red Alien running on four legs sprinted towards them. Arthur and the marines fired their weapons. forcing it to retreat back into the darkness.

Alec Rohtin: "Let's go!"

The three marines begin to board the closest pod. Arthur and Alice go for separate pods. Arthur tinkers with the control panel, prepping the pod for launch, but something stops him as a thought occurs to him: "Where is Doctor Feiffer?". He wasn't sure if it was stupidly or concern for what made him do what he did next. Arthur walked out of the pod, peering around to see if Frans or anyone else was coming. He heard a familiar sound approach him, however it wasn't what he was hoping for, as the fast moving alien returned. Arthur fired off a slug from his shotgun and ran back to the pod. He frantically tried to get the pod doors to lock. His actions would prove in vain as the Runner pounced into the pod, pulling Arthur down by his legs. Arthur fired off another slug, point blank into the Runner, causing it to fly back into the wall. He got up and took aim to finish up the creature, but the Runner was more reactive then he realized. Before he could do anything else, the Runner jumped back onto its feet and pinned him to the ground. It slashed its claws into his shoulder as it viciously shredded its teeth into his neck. Arthur screamed in agony, he tried to swing the shotgun like a club as he desperately tried to struggle free. However, it was no use, the shotgun slid out of Arthur's limp hands as the Runner dragged him back out into the hallway. The single light from the pod provided just enough illumination to allow Arthur to see the blood pouring from his body.

"OH GOD! THE PAIN!" That was the only thing Arthur could hear in his mind as his body failed to do anything he wanted. His mind hoped that someone or something would make the pain or the creature go away. He helplessly stared at the darkness from his failing vision. He could hear a voice echoing over the intercom, but he couldn't make out any words. The last thing he could make out was the Runners claws diving towards him before blackness engulfed him and the pain finally ended.

This took a lot longer then I thought it would. I have mixed feelings with how it turned out, but I am glad its done.

[Mister Jeether]

I like your writing skills, mate.

Hope i bump into you as a CMO Someday.

[KennyTGuy]

Please do more.

[Garrison]

I like your writing skills, mate.

Hope i bump into you as a CMO Someday.

Thanks man, I've been playing Doctor more then CMO lately, since as CMO you gotta bear the highest standard('s) for the medical & command staff. Something that isn't always thrilling. But I might jump back in that saddle.

Please do more.

Well, the next draft on my writing list is my Synth application. However, you can probably expect another battle log sometime in the future when that's out of the way.

Thanks for the comments/feed back guys, it's what keeps me going.

[Weaselburg]

Wait, reading the "I can't operate a powerloader XO" part made me wonder, did they take away the POs ability to do so or is that just for the story?

[CABAL]

Wait, reading the "I can't operate a powerloader XO" part made me wonder, did they take away the POs ability to do so or is that just for the story?

Story. PO's are useless without "Power Loading". If MT's/CE would be absent, then only Cargo could help while they have to deal with their own shit (and are likey to be understaffed when Engineering staff is missing).

[Garrison]

Wait, reading the "I can't operate a powerloader XO" part made me wonder, did they take away the POs ability to do so or is that just for the story?

Whittaker (the person who mentioned that) was a staff officer. Which don't have that skill. Story was based off the chat log I saved from that round, as well as what I remembered from it. So everything that was said or described actually happend.

Edit: next time though, I'll make the radio calls more similar to those in game. So the names/roles are easier to track.

Edit2: Did some polish and spelling/grammar checks.