Away Team One: mine your manners

Posted on Tue Aug 4th, 2020 @ 4:35pm by Lieutenant Commander William Rogers & Lieutenant Commander Calvin Morgan & Lieutenant Valenna & Warrant Officer Koh Ottasu

Mission: Into The Delta Triangle
Location: Kessik IV mining station

The above ground mine comprised a series of metallic buildings stretching between the mine entrance and the landing pads. Smoke billowed from a few of the windows on the buildings on the mine side of the complex. People ran from pillar to post seemingly at random.

"Great." Buck muttered to himself. "Doc give a shout if you see anyone in immediate need of help. Otherwise let's see if we can't find someone in charge."

Calvin nodded, stopping every so often, or veering off the direct route to check on people. People everywhere were in varying states of panic or shock. Some exhibiting smoke inhalation, minor burns, bruises and cuts. Calvin was thankful the majority of the people seemed to not have anything more than moderate injuries at the moment. Though he knew the injuries would get worse the further they got in. “Recommendation we set up the mobile hospital. Even with the majority being minor so far, this is going to overwhelm their resources around here,” Calvin said to Buck, catching up to him as he continued his hunt for someone in charge.

"Ghost to Rogers." the shuttle in orbit commed in. "I'm beginning my sweep of the area now. Do you have a PaDD or other resource to receive info with, or am I verbally guiding you. Over."

"Copy that. Go for verbal guidance until told otherwise." Rogers replied.

"Roger." The notion that the gentleman he was responding to was named Rogers didn't even enter into the equation. He brought the sensors to bear in a tighter pattern, and then started to guide Rogers over to the closest cluster of positive lifesigns, prioritizing seriously wounded over mildly inconvenienced.

Valenna followed the other two officers to the cluster of lifesigns who had more serious wounds. She would have to recalibrate her standard tricorder's systems to that of the medical tricorder to more thoroughly work in medical capacities. "I passed basic first aid and field medicine," she said to the chief medical officer, "not with flying colors, but I passed."

"Nothing special to do. Make sure air is going in and out, and the blood is staying in. Activate MCI protocol on your tricorder. If it says they are dead, move on, even if they seem still alive. Some don't have enough life left to survive the wait to definitive care. Tag and mark coordinates for everyone and as we get resources we'll start triage center and initial treatment centers," Calvin said, already moving on to check on the first group of people he came by.

The group were attempting to free several people who had become trapped by a partially collapsed building. Buck jogged over and shooed aside two people struggling to lift a metal beam. Getting a grip on the beam enhanced muscles strained. Slowly the girder lifted enough for the trapped people to be dragged free. "Who's in charge here?" He asked as he lowered the beam back down. Directions and a description were relayed. "I'm going to find this foreman. Think you'll be able to cope without me for a minute?" Buck joked. An attempt to keep the mood light.

"Cope? What's there to cope with?" Calvin said with a smile, the inner child of his medical heart coming out in morbid cheerfulness at the task at hand. He moved closer to Buck "Keep your comm badge pinging. I don't trust some of the faces, and being out of sight could be dangerous."

Rough directions and yelling later, and a single figure stood distinct among them all. They were helping to lift out debris and get anyone trapped out, but when the call went out for who was in charge, they turned and called out "That's me, who wants to know?" and they turned their attention out to whomever was looking for them.

"Name's Rogers. I'm here with a group of Starfleet personnel. We'd like to offer our help." Buck extended his hand waiting for the reaction from the foreman.

The reaction was quick. The foreman took Rogers' hand in a firm handshake. "Starfleet, eh? You're a long way from home but... finally, someone to help, rather than another comm asking for a status update." he sounded relieved. No, beyond relieved... Help was here. "I'll take any help you can give, it's, well it's a mess down here." the understatement of the year. "Yuteni's the name. Look, just start anywhere. I've got two crews down shafts six and four, shaft three is a write-off at this point, that just leaves one, two, and five. I gotta map of the whole complex in my office, just over there." the foreman pointed to a glorified shack with a comm array essentially glued to the top of it.

"If you're sending anyone down those shafts, take a helmet and a re-breather. Safety first, right?" Yuteni said with a dry chuckle. Gallows humor at its finest.

"Right." Buck gave a short dry chuckle. "Have you had any indications there's survivors inside the mine?"

"We've got some unaccounted for, I'd like to rule them as survivors. Colony management is dragging their heels getting us a sensor rig, and the only rig we have on site is only good for finding mineral deposits." he motioned to the large sensor rig off to the side. "If there's anything you and your team could do, damn I'd appreciate it."

"There's an engineer with me. I'll get her to look into it." Buck shifted his focus from the sensors to the entrances to the mine shafts. "How're you placed with search and rescue teams?"

Calvin wandered over to Buck and the other man, “Is there any damn SOP on triage in this place?” His annoyance only superficial as he grabbed someone, gave them direction and sent them off in another direction. Calvin’s eyes shone brightly as his mind worked the endless puzzle that a MCI garnered. “So what’s the deal before I start plucking resources off the ship?”

"We've got two teams of three in shafts six and four. I got some organized manpower trying to open up shafts one and two, and shaft five is almost open from what I heard." the foreman explained. "As for the engineer, that'd help a lot." and then Foreman Yuteni looked over at Calvin, "The Deal, is we had a cave in. The deal is we got good men and women trapped down there. So pluck whatever you think you need."

"Alright Doc, you're in charge of the medical response from here on out." Buck turned his attentions back to Yuteni. "Any idea what caused the cave in?"

"Latest surveys said the regions we were digging were stable, so there's no reason they'd cave in on their own. I haven't gotten any reports back yet, but I felt a rumble before the whole... everything... so my guess is a seismic charge or two might have gone off. Intentionally or not, still up in the air." Yuteni shook his head, "Got a slip on intentional, though."

“Roger that,” Calvin said, turning around starting to bark orders at people he didn’t know. In the chaos he intended to bring order.

As Calvin ordered, the people obeyed. The first cast a single glance over towards the Foreman, who just gave a nod. This was a group effort now. "Anything he says, comes from me." Yuteni said, furthering his faith in the medic. At that, Calvin got no opposition.

"Okay then." Buck nodded to himself. "First aid's on its way to being put under control that just leaves evacing any survivors and figuring out what happened." He turned to Lt Valenna. "Guess that's our job."