MxM - 14.08.38
Measure by Measure - 14.08.38
Summary: The Air Wing's endurance continues to be put to the test.
Date: PHD 219 (November 23)
Related Logs: Measure by Measure - various

[ Hangar Bay #1 - Hangar Deck ]-----—[ CEC Kharon ]
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #218 OOC Time: Mon Nov 23 14:12:01 2009

There's activity here at almost every hour of the day. Impact guns can be heard with their shrieking rumble while crew call back and forth, their voices carrying just above the din of the work here. What's readily apparent is that this is the main Hangar Bay for the Vipers, the distance going back further than the other two Bays which are separated by thick, hydraulically rolled blast doors. On each side of the room, near the Fore end, six Viper tubes are ready for quick deployment of the Kharon's Viper squadron. Lining the rest of Hangar Bay One, each Mark Two and Mark Seven has its own place to be kept with a small red toolchest that holds the minimum of required equipment for quick maintenance.
Along the floor, each individual Viper bay is painted off with a single hashed yellow and black stripe. A deep red line denotes important electrical conduits and access ports just below the deck while a bright blue line follows up walls and across the floor to tell where the Tylium lines run in case of fire. Outlets along the wall for the fuel as well as corrugated rubber piping stand ready for use, fluorescent yellow firefighting gear kept in plain sight for easy access nearby.

Eddie slaps a hand into Absalom's letting him pull her to her feet. "Alright, we have to stop talking about miniature Cylons. It's really starting to creep me out, and I'm already looking at my personal media player as if it's going to bite me."

"Whatever the frak it is, somebody better figure it out before we're out of pilots," Harrison mutters as he zips his suit closed. He rolls both of his shoulders, then rotates his head sharply enough to get his neck to pop before looking somewhat relieved. He's standing where Absalom and Eddie are starting to stand, apparently waiting for the clock to hit another 42 minute interval. Eddie's comment earns a smile, although it's strained with exhaustion. "It's all that hard shit that turns 'em bad, y'know. It'll calm right down if you feed it some classical."

Bat pulls her gloves on a little slowly, then checks every finger briefly before she works the seal on the sleeves. She reaches up to check her collar, and tucks a few strands of honey colored hair back from her eyes. "Deep breath, Cece. Steady." She speaks quietly to herself, barely above a whisper.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "Attention all hands, multiple DRADIS contacts. Set condition One throughout the ship and launch alert fighters. I say again, launch alert fighters. Spooling up the FTL."

<Intercom> Attention! Action Stations! Set Condition One throughout the ship.

Absalom looks over at the new arrival what in her shiny new uniform with wings pinned on. Its hard to miss. He smirks a bit at Harrison's words and says, "Nah, seems we got enough nuggets around to…." And then the announcement comes and he's off to the bird he's been using of late.

Marek's barely left the flight deck, since the attacks began the previous evening. A few minutes to visit Fingers in sickbay, to grab a bite to eat or a quick shower, but he's been more or less a permanent fixture here in the past fifteen hours or so. He's just guzzling down a cup of coffee by the tool room as the condition one alarms go off, and pauses long enough to listen to the message broadcast by the XO before tossing the rest back in a single gulp. The mug's set down on the table, and he hauls off across the 'bay for a bird that's still mostly in one piece.

"So much for hoping in one hand and shitting in the other…we know which one'll fill up first." Eddie's tugging up her zipper, her boots making hard sounds against the deck as she beats feet to her borrowed bird.

[STC] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Kharon, Shadow. Five by five and ready to launch."
[STC] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Mooner. Green for tubes."
[STC] "Knight" Praxis says, "Shadow, Kharon. Clear the tubes immediately."
[STC] "Knight" Praxis says, "Mooner, Kharon. You are cleared for launch as well. All craft, weapons free."
[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Ready to roll, Kharon. Batista, Mooner, you're with me. Shadow, you're with Exile. You know the drill, let's go frak them up."
[STC] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Copy that Kharon. Mooner launching in three, two…"
[STC] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Spider, Mooner. Copy that, sir."
[STC] "Exile" Harrison says, "Kharon, Exile. Ready for launch."
[STC] "Knight" Praxis says, "Exile, this is Control. Your space is clear, launch immediately."
[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Spider, Shadow. Roger that. Exile get out here and let's clear the skies."

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider's the last to be disgorged from the tubes, and immediately throttles forward to swoop out ahead of the other vipers, flying hard and fast. It's always such a joy flying his wing. Or maybe it isn't. He squeezes his eyes shut briefly, then blinks them a couple of times as if to stay awake.

[Wolf-19: Absalom] Zipping out of the tubes is Absalom. He rolls his fighter a little, and then slows down to let his SL catch up and get into position. Upon doing so he flicks a couple of switches in his cockpit, and then settles in for another round of keep the Kharon clean.

[TAC3] Batista says, "Wilco, Spider."
[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Batista, on my five. You hang way the hell back. Mooner, watch her ass."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] As soon as Kai shows up on her DRADIS, Eddie sticks in his direction. Per his instructions over the wire, she drops back further then she normally would, sitting at his half-past six instead of his four o'clock.

[STC] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Copy that Spider. Ass-watching commencing."

[Wolf-15 'EXILE': Harrison] Exile falls into position alongside Absalom's fighter after clearing Kharon, taking position alongside. The pilot inside works intently, focusing on his readouts.

[Wolf-6 'CASE': Batista] Bastista pulls up in formation under Spider's wing, opposite side from Mooner. There's a little tightness to her flying, like she's just getting used to the ride again. SHe over corrects slightly, then settles back in a smooth ride. That's sure to change once engaged.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] The two vipers that were already out here on CAP have alrady started engaging the hostiles, not making much progress. The four contacts stream towards the Kharon, already seeming to expect that reinforcements will start to show. As they get closer, the formation fans out, each targeting a tasty Colonial.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Mooner- frak! Break, break. Exile, sound off!"
[TAC3] "Exile" Harrison says, "Spider, Exile… she's handling like shit, but I'm still here."

[Wolf-6 'CASE': Batista] A raider sweeps by at just the right angle for Bat to pop that sucker with a pretty substantial shot to the wing. She's out for pieces, kids! She remains silent over comms, and probably has a death grip on the stick as a return volly sails past her canopy.
[Wolf-19: Absalom] The first pass is always the most fun. Bullets flying everywhere, ships dodging and juking. Absalom leads a stream of bullets into the wing of one of the Raiders, and then pulls around hard to try and follow after it. In doing so, he spies the damage done to Exile's ship, and then snap rolls away to continue the fight.

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider's voice is scratchy and hoarse over the comms, the strain of doing this for too many hours without sleep starting to show. He jukes his viper sharply out of the way of incoming kew, and pours rounds into the bandit on Batista's tail.. only to have another one slice through and lay waste to Mooner. He grits his teeth and lights up his guns again.

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Zeus' big blue balls…"

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Exile, Shadow. Come around on my tail, I think the guy who dinged you wants a go at me now. I'll line him up for ya."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Eddie's definitely awake now, a shot to nose suddenly making her tumble. Her bird's not really injured, and neither is she, but it was enough to throw her far off course in a heart-pounding tumble as she breaks away from formation. The spinning slows, and she's finally able to get control of her bird again, popping back up behind Kai with a pant of breath.

[Wolf-15 'EXILE': Harrison] Harrison opens up, scoring a hit on the enemy's nose, but the angle is all wrong. He takes a hit, and his cockpit fills with smoke as everything goes on the fritz. The Viper wobbles for a moment, then he slews the wounded bird around to follow along behind Shadow.

[TAC3] "Exile" Harrison says, "Roger. On your tail, Shadow."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] When the Raiders have made a their pass, they swoop around like silver deadly birds to come back again for more. With four down to three, they don't seem to slow up any, their crescent shapes looking like silver bladed axes waiting to strike.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Kharon, what's the ETA on that- *sound of guns firing* -TL drive?"

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Exile, Shadow. That's all? That's all you do after I line things up so nice for you? C'mon now Exile. Give em some GUNS."

[Wolf-6 'CASE': Batista] Batista's viper shudders on the impact of rounds into her… something… controls, more from her reaction to taking the hit than the hit itself. The damage is enough to slow the response time of her viper, which throws her mentally off her game for a moment.

[TAC3] (from Batista) Batista's voice comes over comms very softly, in a hasty mutter of, "Shitshitshit." She probably didn't mean for that to happen.

[TAC3] "Knight" Praxis says, "Spider, this is Kharon. Three minutes."

[Wolf-19: Absalom] Shadow seems to still be enjoying flying despite the long hours that the air wing has put in over the last day. He rolls and jukes and dives with vigor as he tries to gain some slight advantage over his opponent. The pilot slams the throttle forward on his ship, then pulls it back and tries to do some sort of half-Immelman turn.

[TAC3] "Exile" Harrison says, "Shadow, Exile. I'm just glad I hit the sonuvabitch."

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider's aim is spot on, but his rounds seem to skitter off the damn armour again without poking any holes in it. Frak and shit. He hisses a soft curse behind his helmet, and pours on the tylium again, firewalling his engines as he attempts to take a close pass on Eddie's bandit.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Mooner, how're you doing in there? Shadow, you've got two, I repeat two bandits on you."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Eddie grits her teeth as she fights the stick, pulling in behind Batista once more to try and shake the bogey on her tail. She banks around hard, taking out a portion of one of the baddies guns, which should slow him down for the next pass. Suddenly, the Raider on Mooner's tail chews through her wing as if it were tinfoil and she once more pitches suddenly, making a close call with another viper and almost trading paint.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Copy that Spider, I'm gonna take em for a dance, but, see if you can't get any help over here."

[TAC3] (from "Mooner" Eddie) Eddie is panicked over the coms, getting bounced around so much her teeth are rattling. "Shit. Shit. Shit… Sir!"

[Wolf-15 'EXILE': Harrison] More rounds from Harrison's weapons chew into the raider that had the nerve to attack him in the first place, but don't do much damage, truth be told. With the DRADIS still rolling like a strobe light on crack, he does his best to identify a target that's attacking his wing and punches the throttle forward.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Mooner, get your frakking head back in the game. Focus."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Blink. Blink. Blink. They've got more company, Raiders are jumping in closer and closer and the sky is getting a little crowded.

[TAC3] "Exile" Harrison says, "I've got one of the bastards, Shadow."
[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "I'm trying. FRAK. I'm trying. Gods help me…"

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Exile, Shadow. Get the frak outta here, you're gettin kicked around like a clown at a rodeo."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Raider5 seems to have a penchant for Kai, actually weaving past a few other Vipers just to get to that particular bird. When he streaks in, the Raider guns after the CAG. HARD.

[TAC3] Neha says, "Flight, CIC. Head on home, kids. Pronto."

[Wolf-19: Absalom] Not doing much for hitting, but, doing a fair job of dodging, Absalom ducks and weaves as two Raiders chase after him. He smiles a little at the dodging he's doing, but, he's none too happy looking when he sees Harrison get lit up.

[Wolf-15 'EXILE': Harrison] More rounds chew through Harrison's fighter, blowing holes through the midsection of the bird — you know, where the important bits are. Still, though, the Viper keeps weaving around like a drunk prize fighter that doesn't quite know when to quit.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Eddie's holding it together, but just barely. Hours of this cat and mouse game are taking its toll. She trades shots, both getting hit and hitting her target. As the word comes in for them to retreat, she suddenly realizes that Kai isn't where he once was.

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Spider!"
[TAC3] (from Batista) There's a murmur over the comms from Bat, "Um.. Splash. Oh, sweet Ares." As the comms from the Kharon come over with a 'come on home', she breathes in once, holds it, and promptly forgets to breathe.

[Wolf-6 'CASE': Batista] Batista watches in horror as the CAG gets hard teamed by raiders, just as she pulls off a shot on one that sends it flying out into space in more than one piece. Her joy at hitting doesn't even register, and the rush of adrenal high is somewhat dampened by the mind numbing fear.

[TAC3] Batista says, "Sp-spider?"
[TAC3] "Exile" Harrison says, "Shadow, Exile — frak that. I go home when everyone goes home. Spider's got three on him — let's clean 'em up."

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider pulls his viper into a hard breakturn, slipping out of the sights of one of the raiders on his tail.. and right into the sights of another. There's a moment where he's face to face with that red eye, with the cannons lighting up, and he tries to swallowtail away but the bastard's just too fast. When the hell did they make raiders this frakking fast? His bird is shredded, hunks of wing whipping off and nearly smacking another viper's windscreen. He's down, but not out yet; he jams his foot pedal and shoves the stick forward, looking like he fully intends to ram the raider on Batista's tail.

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Exile, Shadow. Its your funeral. You're trailin four kinds of fluid off your bird. Mooner, Nugget. Pull it together and clear CAG's tail…or…shoot whatever the fuck it is he's tryin to ram."

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Vigilantes, you heard the man. After this pass, pull out and get back to the barn."

[TAC3] (from Batista) Batista's response is a little late in coming, her soft voice a little hoarse, "Yes, sir."

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Get the frak out of there, Spider!"

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Eddie cusses under her breath, pulling in after Kai, trying to clear off his tail.

[TAC3] (from Neha) "Flight, CIC. Hold on…" Neha's velvety tone tries its best to be reassuring, suggesting the XO is planning something.

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider's either a suicidal son of a bitch, or he actually has a plan. His viper, or what's left of it, screams off at breakneck speed, venting tylium and bits of wiring from an open gash in its wing. Five hundred feet. Two hundred feet. One hundred. As he's about to collide head-on with Raider seven, he pulls a classic chicken and flips his bird wing over wing in a high-G dive beneath the floundering enemy craft. One moment he's there, the next, he isn't.

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Prayer. Not something Eddie normally engages in, but she's no doubt muttering one beneath her breath now. Gotta get those guys off Kai. Gotta hope that Kai lives through whatever hair-brained scheme he's come up with. Gotta live to do this again in forty-two minutes. Eddie pulls the trigger, sending her KEW with those pleads to the gods, but she doesn't have time to view the spectacular fireworks that just occurred. Another hit to the body of her Viper has her board lighting up, and her bird quickly pulling away. She's only able to get it under control for a RTB as ordered, hoping everyone else is behind her.

[Wolf-15 'EXILE': Harrison] Exile's fighter, leaking fluids and spitting flame as it may be, manages to drop onto the tail of the first raider that shot up his bird and now threatens to do the same to his boss. He pulls the trigger as the shot lines up through the haze and fritzing HUD, filling the Cylon with lead before he peels off and heads for the Kharon, only wobbling slightly as Isaiah struggles to keep his bird in trim.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "All points, RTB. I repeat, RTB. Kharon, kindly blast the shit out of these bastards."

[TAC3] "Exile" Harrison says, "Spider, Exile. RTB, acknowledged."

[Wolf-21: Eddie] Not one, not two, but three Raiders are screaming after Marek as if they suddenly have a personal vendetta to carry out against the CAG. They're flying fast on his tail, unaware of the trap they are being led into. As they open fire on the tail end of Kai's Viper he's suddenly…not there. With that chicken manuever, Kai has set the three raiders up to take out and abolish the one on Batista's ass. Now /that/ is something for the history books.

[Wolf-19: Absalom] In one of the less damaged fighters is Absalom. He's not quick to return to base, and rather hangs back to let more damaged ships land ahead of him. He smirks a bit at the residue of the pretty explosion Kai caused.

[TAC3] "Mooner" Eddie says, "Copy that, Spider. Thank the frakking gods…fancy frakking flying, sir…"

[TAC3] "Shadow" Absalom says, "Spider, Shadow. RTB adknowledged, heading home after you wounded ass folk get there."

[Wolf-6 'CASE': Batista] Batista's firing is spot on today. It has a lot to do with the fact that her targets are all trying to eat Spider or Mooner, and that gives them a certain amount of pegability. After blowing off her target's weapon, and rendering its guns useless (completely by accident), the rookie pilot pulls a hard turn, her viper shuddering as she resumes an RTB flight. Her viper steers like the power steering went out, because it kind of is.

[TAC3] Batista says, "Woah. … Uh. RTBing, sir."

[Wolf-22 'MUDGUTS': Kai] Spider's one of the first to come in, fighting the stick all the way as it rattles and shakes ominously in his gloved hand. One of his consoles is bitching, he's got an environmental systems warning, and his landing gear's toast. He comes in a little hot, to say the least. Gotta love combat landings.

[TAC3] "Spider" Kai says, "Kharon, this is Spider. All vipers recovered."

Batista's landing is shaky, but fairly decent even for a non-nugget. If it's one thing she's had drilled into her head time after time, it's how to land the bird without crashing it and setting it on fire. It comes of crashing and setting your ass on fire. Everyone has a skill. Her canopy pops open, and she takes a breath, reaching up to try to get her helmet off. It takes the help of an aircrew specialist to do so.

[Intercom] Praxis says, "All hands, prepare for faster-than-light travel."

Harrison's canopy pops open, letting loose a cloud of smoke before Isaiah emerges from the ruin, wiping to clear his faceplate before he just tugs the helmet off. "Don't think they're fixing the ol' girl in the next 42 minutes," he remarks mournfully as he looks back at his fighter.

Absalom climbs down from his borrowed ship, and pats its side a bit affectionately, before he hops off the ladder and starts to stalk towards Kai's ship. He seems a bit amazed that it came in for a landing in one peice.

Marek's canopy pops off with a hiss and thunk of hydraulics, but the CAG himself doesn't climb out immediately. He fumbles with the hardseal on his helmet for a few moments, finally manages to shove the lock open, and hauls the thing off before dropping his head back against the seat. He pants, a gloved hand dragged across his forehead coming off damp with sweat.

Batista takes a moment to extricate herself from her cockpit, then jumps down the ladder from the bird. She pulls her gloves off after two tries, and drops them to the steps of the stepladder before she takes a moment to sit down hard. It's at that point that her eyes find the CAG's broke ass viper. She shoves to her feet, and jogs over there, sweat making strands of her pale hair stick to her forehead and neck. "Spider? Do you—" She stutters a little over her words. "Do you need medical?"

[Intercom] Praxis says, "We have made the egress from FTL. Set Condition Two throughout the ship. 42 minutes until next expected encounter."

<Intercom> Attention! Set Condition Two throughout the ship.

Harrison drops down to the deck, letting loose a grunt before he trots toward the ruins of the CAG's fighter. "Bloody countdown clock anyway," he mutters as he approaches. "Captain? You okay in there?"

Absalom looks back to Harrison's ship, then up at Harrison, "They didn't tag you once with all the hits you took?" he calls over at the man, before he looks over at Batista and says, "Way to stay alive out there, Ensign," quietly. Kai is given a bit of an askance look as he works on getting out of his helmet. But, he's just tired from flyin, right.

Kai drags his hand over his face again, and his glove comes away with a bit of blood. From where, it isn't clear. "I'm fine, Ensign. All of you, go get cleaned up and ready to go out in two hours, I'm fine." Creak, creak as he shifts slightly, grasps the edge of his cockpit and tries to haul himself out. To the tune of a snarled curse in Kashmiri. There's blood, and more blood inside his cockpit. His flight suit's sporting a huge gash along the thigh, and more soaking one of his boots. He tries to haul himself out again, and his fingers slip in the quantity of blood slicking his controls.

Batista nods. "Yes, sir." She steps back from the viper, eyes a little wide as she regards the CAG. She doesn't say more on the subject, that is until she sees the blood. "Sir, I'll make the call for medical, if that's ok." And with that, she turns to beeline for the coms. Though her words are hesitant, she is not.

With a glance into Kai's cockpit, Harrison's nose wrinkles. "That's some new definition of fine that I'm not familiar with. They're gonna need a stretcher, Ensign." To Absalom, he adds, "No, thank the Gods. They shot up everything *but* me."

Absalom watches Kai struggle to get out of the cockpit, and then, moves to climb up the ladder to help the man out of it. "C'mon Spider, let's get you out of there and laying down. You stick with us you can have a few days rest, alright." He glances down at Harrison, and then at the retreating Batista, "Put it in gear Ensign," he calls after her.

The cyclical pattern of attacks has been so far distinctly less strain on the bunnies on deck, who mostly just sit there at the ready in case someone calls for SAR. So Foxbat-4's hatch opens again, and Cookies heads out and to the head a few moments before Kissy wanders out, himself, jumping easily down from about halfway down the rant and lifting his chin to angle a look over toward the Marek's bird. A moment's hesitation before he follows Absalom's lead and hustles over, standing up and onto the side of the ladder to lend a helping hand in getting the CAG out and down safely.

[Intercom] Batista says, "Now hear this! Medical team report to the Hangar Bay. Medical to the Hangar Bay."

Kai snorts softly at something Absalom says, but for the time being, doesn't argue with the help. There's at least one more growled curse in that rough mother tongue of his, as the movement further agitates that gash in his leg. His teeth are gritted, and he slings an arm over Harris' shoulders as he extricates himself from the mangled viper bit by bit. It.. doesn't look particularly good. "Thanks, Kisseus," he mumbles to the arriving raptor pilot. "How long do we have?" Until the next attack.

Harrison positions himself at the bottom of the ladder so that he can help take the load from the other two as they lower the CAG down. "Thirty-something minutes, sir. I don't think that you need to be worrying about that right now, though." Frak, that's a lot of blood.

Batista stands by the comms for a moment, then hangs up the handset and skitters off for the stairwell. From the look of her, she's about to go worship at the altar of blown chunks.

"We got plenty of time sir, just give us a second we'll get you down on the deck." Absalom stays up in the cockpit and then helps to lower Kai down to the waiting Harrison. He glances at the fleeing Batista, but, for now deals with the wounded CAG. He calls, "Where the frak is medical?" in the direction of the stairwell.

Matto pushes up to grip the Marek's other arm and give him something firm and non-slippery to push against in his efforts to get out that easily converts into something to lean on on the way down. He gives a pale-lipped nod, "Um, about forty, probably," he answers gently. "Or—" as Harrison corrects him. "We should probably tie that off, sir," he tells the Marek on his way down. 'Cause, well… it IS a lot of blood.

The deck personnel are far too busy hauling in equipment to fix those birds the damned stick jockeys keep breaking, to be of any assistance to the injured CAG. A couple of them are rubbernecking, sure, a few wide eyes tinged with concern, but they have their job and medical has theirs.

"Everyone else all right? Exile? You took a pounding out there, too. Where's Batista?" Kai, of course, is more worried about his pilots than about himself. Never mind that he's slipping in his own blood as they help him down off the ladder, flight suit torn open right along his thigh and again from throat to right elbow. Small consolation? His viper's in worse shape.

Yep, the medical teams have been run ragged of late. So ragged that the ship's psychiatrist was told to put her damned medical degree to use and go out to pick pilots up off their windshields. And so Aly comes jogging through the hangar, dodging deck crew, medical kit slapping at her side. "Where's the injured," she asks without preamble. Apparently after almost a full day of jumping, polite fictions have gone the way of the dodo.

"Puking," Harrison replies matter-of-factly as he slowly lowers the CAG to the deck, taking care to help keep the majority of the man's weight off his right side. "They didn't hit me. I haven't seen Mooner yet." He glances up at Matto and Absalom, his lips thinning as well. It looks even worse from here.

"Here." Absalom calls as Mimieux comes upon the scene. He helps get Kai to the deck, and then, slowly climbs out of the trashed Viper. The man looks down at his hands, and sighs, saying, "I gotta go clean up quick. I'll be back for next attack but, not gonna go fly with CAG's blood all over me. No offence sir."

Since none of the deck crew seem particularly interested in helping out, Kisseus climbs down, being careful not to slip in blood but slipping a little bit anyway as he lands on a knee nearby, unfastening the top half of his flight suit and bunching it up to the side to lean and put pressure on the gushing wound in the Marek's leg, trying to stop him bleeding out before he can get to the s'bay. "I'm going to lift your legs a little bit so you won't go into shock," he warns the CAG before he does so, since it might hurt angling up that injured leg in his arms. He looks over to Harrison, "Get some pressure on that shoulder?"

The CAG's still mumbling something about Batista, and trying to spot Eddie, wherever she may be. He might be in a bit of shock due to the amount of blood he's lost. In fact, he almost certainly is; he's never this docile, particularly when people are poking at him, jostling him, and generally not doing what he told them to do five minutes ago. Damn pilots and their damned taking care of him.

Aly spots the CAG and goes a little pale herself. "Get me a gurney," she tells the corpsman with her. "Get him down on the deck," she tells the ones helping Kai. As she moves, she's pulling what she needs out of the magical doctor bag. Tossing a folded towel to whomever's nearest, she orders, "Put that on the shoulder."

Harrison catches the towel and presses it against the wound on the shoulder. "Sorry, sir. This is going to hurt like a bitch." With that, he applies the pressure needed to start staunching the flow of blood.

Absalom watches as Kai gets situated, and then, heads off to the head himself to get a clean flightsuit and wash off the CAG's blood.

Matto keeps leaning into the leg wound, for now, one arm held over the bundled flightsuit top keeping blood in Marek's body, the other arm hugged around the Captain's knees as he tries to keep bloodflow pointed toward the CAG's brainmeats. Those are the most important meats. This is what they taught him in zombie training. Err. Basic training. "Captain Marek, can you hear me?" he calls as the Captain goes all muttery and vague.

Kai doesn't put up much of a fight to being lowered to the deck, or to anything going on, really. He looks to be swimming in and out of consciousness, though— which might be a blessing when trying to administer medical treatment to Sagittarians. His head lolls to the side while pressure's applied to his leg, and the nastier gash in his shoulder; his blue eyes look unfocused, pupils dilated. A sweat's broken out over his skin, and he's breathing harder than he should be. But, at least he's breathing. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he mumbles to Matto. "Where the frak's Mooner? Did she come in? How long do we have?" He just asked that five minutes ago.

"Captain," Aly says quietly. "I need you to focus and look at me," she says quietly. "I'll send someone to go find Mooner." Matto gets a helpless 'help me' look on that one. "And given that we've been jumping every 42 minutes, you've been back down for 5 minutes, that leaves 37. Account five minutes for getting down, that leaves 32. You, however, have about fifteen minutes before you bleed out." Well, isn't SHE cheery. "Thank you," she tells Harrison. "We'll get him on the…" Ahhh, gurney.

"She came in. I think she's off puking too," Harrison offers grimly as he looks up toward Mimieux. His right brow arches as he listens to her spiel, and then he shakes his head. "S'not something to worry about, sir. We'll keep the toasters off the ship for you." He keeps the pressure on until told otherwise, although he does give the gurney a look.

Matto cranes his neck to peer across deck. "Her boat's dinged, but it doesn't look bad," he reports. "You know Moonshine, she'll be lolligagging about somewhere," he gives a hint of a smile. "But she'll be back by the time we're skids up again," he assures the Captain, looking to the Gunner and shifting his stance, keeping pressure on the wound but getting in position to help lift him enough for the guerney to get underneath.

Kai's eyes drift shut, then jerk open again. Then shut. The 'Captain' doesn't seem to register. Maybe she's talking to someone else. Maybe he can just.. yeah. Sleep. He grunts something softly, and otherwise does a rather good impression of the semi-conscious, bleeding pilot that he is.

Aly dips her head to Matto and Harrison, grateful looks given to both. When the corpsman comes back with the gurney, she settles her hands under Kai's hips. "Both of you grab on," she tells Harrison and Matto. "Once he's on the gurney, we'll take him down. Any other injuries I need to know about?"

Harrison shakes his head as he shifts so that he can support both shoulders and the head of the CAG when they lift. "I think the rest of us came out okay, Doc. Batista and Mooner will be fine when they're done blowing chunks."

Matto leans closer, pressing suit against wound with his chest as his arm moves below Marek's thighs, getting a good hold on him in preparation to lift. "I didn't even leave the deck," Kissy tells the Gunner. Nothing to worry about with him. He looks to the guerney as it seems to take forever and a year to arrive. Fifteen minutes. Frak.

Kai is pretty much out of it by this point. Also, he may not be the tallest pilot in the wing, but he's sure as frak heavy. Few too many burritos there, Kai.

Aly bends her knees to help pick the Captain up. "On three," she murmurs, even adding in a little ooph for good measure. "One, two…" And on three, she and the corpsman start to lift. "Careful…careful… Ok, deck will be by to clean up the spill." Yes, she's in a hurry. Anyone surprised?

"Frak," Harrison grumbles as he lifts, trying not to let Kai's head drop — not that he'd necessarily notice at this point. Once the CAG's situated, he steps back and wipes the blood from his hands onto the already bloody front of his flight suit. It doesn't help, but maybe it makes him feel better. "Take good care of him. He killed four of the bastards single-handedly."

Kitty comes in and looks at Kai, her eyes wide. Not sure what's gong on due to lack-of-context, she can't do nything but simply stare, horrified.

Matto lifts with the medicos and eases forward to get the Marek on the guerney. Yup, that's a heavy Captain. Must be solid muscle. Something Kissy himself is lacking in to a decent extent. He doesn't leave off holding the wound unless a corpsman comes to replace the pressure with an alternative.

And with that, Aly's off, jogging alongside the gurney. There's something about doctors and lack of bedside manner in wartime that's just horrid. Horrid!

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