Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (CMO) in Emergency Preparedness Drill - Tobias Rax

Posted by Ensign Tobias Rax (Science Officer) in Emergency Preparedness Drill - Tobias Rax

Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (CMO) in Emergency Preparedness Drill - Tobias Rax
Allison Scott looked at her watch. She had sent a memorandum out several weeks ago to random crew members about the emergency preparedness medical drill. On the Ogawa, they had performed these drills a few times but every port was a medical emergency and no one tended to be shooting at them. On the Saracen, they had red alert drills for when people were shooting at them but never casualty drills. To her, this was the perfect combination of both and would give her staff a chance to see her not as the “other doctor” but the medical chief.

The alarm dinged on her watch and Ally hit the pre-recorded message programmed into the ship.

=/\=Lt. Tobias Rax=/\= The artificial voice piped through his comm badge. It carried the slightly up beat voice of a woman. =/\=The Emergency Preparedness Drill is now commencing. You have been assigned a tibial fracture. The tibia is the larger of the two bones in the lower leg and supports the majority of your body weight. It plays a vital role in proper body movement, especially for ankle and knee mechanics. When this vital bone is broken or cracked, it’s called a tibial fracture.
Typically, tibial fractures involve breaks due to traumatic injury. Your symptoms will vary depending on how bad the fracture is. To make this as realistic as possible, a list of symptoms for you to report are included below. You may experience:

intense pain in your lower leg
difficulty walking, running, or kicking
numbness or tingling in your foot
inability to bear weight on your injured leg
deformity in your lower leg, knee, shin, or ankle area
bone protruding through a skin break
limited bending motion in and around your knee
swelling around the site of your injury
bruising and blueness on your injured leg.

At the sound of the tone, please call the medical staff and report your injury. Thank you in advance for your time=/\=

Ally Scott CMO

Tobias absorbed his role with eager anticipation, thrilled to participate in the medical emergency preparedness drills. Positioning himself strategically in one of the science labs, he aimed to elevate the complexity of the scenario, envisioning the chaos of an actual attack unfolding in the very space where he’d be stationed during such emergencies. As the computer finalised the setup, Tobias assumed a hunched position over a scientific desk, immersing himself in the role. The room had been meticulously prepared, complete with a sparking console, billowing smoke, and scattered debris—all rendered holographically using the portable devices ingeniously provided by the engineering team. To enhance the realism, he had even donned a uniform marred by burns and tears, applying makeup to mimic injuries.

“Computer, initiate Scenario,” Tobias commanded as the lights dimmed, casting the room in an ominous red hue indicative of a silent red alert.

=^=T-Tobias to Medical=^= he transmitted, his voice strained with effort and urgency =^=Medical, please respond. I required medical assistance in Science Lab three=^=

Ensign Tobias Rax
Science Officer
USS Saracen

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Ally stood in sick bay stretch out her hamstrings as if about to go on a run. Anyone walking by the space might back up and call counseling seeing the medical staff doing everything one would in the gym but not in sickbay. Some people might call this cheating on the drill but Ally didn’t care. She was always in it to win it. As the comm calls began to come in, Ally started assigning them so that everyone had a place to go.

Grabbing her medical bag, Ally hit her comm badge. =^= On my way =^= she stated. As soon as the handle hit her hand, Ally took off at a dead run. Her hair was in its characteristic high ponytail and swung back and forth as she tore down the hall issuing the occasional make a hole or clear the hall command.

Reaching Science Lab Three, Ally hit the door console but came to a screeching seeing the room. “What the hell,” she stated with an open mouth as her eyes took in the devastation. She sputtered out several quick coughs bringing her elbow up to cover her mouth. Seeing the sparking console, Ally grabbed the fire suppression canister against the wall yelled out. “Don’t move. I am coming for you.”

As Ally burst into Science Lab Three, Tobias, feigning injury as part of the training exercise, remained hunched over the desk, adding to the realism of the scenario. He kept his movements subtle, wincing and groaning softly to simulate the effects of the simulated disaster. Despite the chaos around him, Tobias maintained his focus, waiting for Ally to react to the situation. “Doctor!” He shouted.

Ally’s father was a cop and not a fire fighter but she had met enough firemen in her childhood. Scanning the room, she ran through the checklist in her mind as to what firemen had told her to do in a fire. Aiming at the sparking console, she opened the canister up and began to unleash streams of fire resistant foam all over the space and anything else that was sparking or smoking. The fluffy white foam looked like whipped topping but immediately set into stone on anything it touched. After hosing down the space, Ally tossed the container over her shoulder, pulled her medical bag strap across her chest, and began to army crawl through the debris. “Where are you? I am coming for you,” she yelled out.

Tobias, still maintaining his position, responded with a strained voice, “Over here, by the console.” He made sure his voice carried a hint of urgency, adding to the authenticity of the simulation.

Later video of the situation would make Ally look like a luncatic. The holograms would not show on the camera but to her it was unexpected and real. Her devotion to her patients however would be seen clearly and possibly be used on the Saracen home movie nights in the future.

ALly Scott.

As her figure became clearer through the simulated smoke, Tobias momentarily forgot himself. Her blonde hair, a little frantic, wisps escaping their usual confines covered parts of her face and clung to her cheek. Yet, it was her piercing green eyes, flecked with gold, that drew his attention the most. Tobias, not one to typically stop and stare, found himself momentarily captivated by her presence. However, he quickly remembered his role and began moaning and groaning again, pretending to be in fake pain, calling out for help as if he were truly injured and then slumped to the floor coughing and clutching for his leg. “Over here!”

Ensign Tobias Rax
Science Officer
USS Saracen