Space sickness vs medic prep.

Posted on Mon Aug 10th, 2015 @ 2:39pm by Staff Sergeant Sandrine White

Mission: First Strike
Location: Marine Barracks
Timeline: En route to Torros Three

Sandrine tucked in a rogue lock of hair and looked around at the soldiers around her. This was her new platoon. They didn’t know her, and yet they would put their trust in her ability to save them when it would come to that. It was a responsibility she took seriously.

Squatting in front of her bed she went over the mental list again. ‘Landers is allergic to Kelotane, and Duskan to Morathial. Cardiostimulator won’t work on Ellis’s physiology, so I’ll need to do that by hand if need be. All in all it seems I got lucky on the exceptions.’

Looking at each of them in turn, she matched face and name. ‘Bloody ’ell! I haven’t seen combat in over two years.’ She sighed and berated herself. ‘Stop it! Your a bloody marine. You’ve seen more battle than fleeters will see in three lifetimes. It’ll all click into place the second you hit ground.’

Looking back down at the gear before her she decided to go through her equipment one last time.
‘Medical Tricorder, bonne regenerator, cortical stimulator, protoplaser, dermal stimulator, multi-purpose spray applicator, 3 Hypos with Cordazine, Masiform-D, Melenex, Kelotane, Morathial and tri-oc compound. 1 Hypo with Asinolyathin and Laporazine. Dermaline gel for Landers. Neck brace. Cardiostimulator.’

Sandrine nodded as she counted each item, but suddenly went white, grabbing her bed post for support. Damnable pilot had adjusted their heading once more, yet no one around seemed to react to it. Quickly she let go of the post, glancing around, making sure no one had noticed. Inaprovaline didn’t seem to be very effective. Taking in a deep breath, she forced herself to relax.

Opening her surgical kit she did the same as with her general equipment. ‘Autosuture, Cellular microsutures, Exoscalpel, Laser scalpel, Scalpel, Sonic separator, Steri-field, Sub-dermal scalpel, Surgical support frame, Tri-laser connector.’ With a decided nod and a satisfactory sigh she packed up her gear neatly into her medical bag.

Looking around once more, Sandrine sat on her bed, doing the best to hide her discomfort. She wondered how the others would react if they knew their medic was space sick. They’d probably laugh their heads off. She sighed, picking up the PADD containing the company's medical files and pretended to read it. If only the pilot would stop making course corrections. Taking a deep breath, Sandrine counted down from 20. Feeling slightly better she closed her eyes and laid down on her bed. Taking slow deep breaths, she forced herself to relax.

‘Landers is allergic to Kelotane, and Duskan to Morathial. Cardiostimulator won’t work on Ellis’s physiology, so I’ll need to do that by hand if need be. Went over my gear four times, everything accounted for.’ With another sigh, this time in surrender, she actually started to relax.

The pilot made another adjustment.