Posted April 24, 2019, 10:09 a.m. by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) (Emily S.)
Posted by Gamemaster Maniacal Mother Hen (GamesMaster) in Accident in Holosuite 6 (attn. Medical)
Du’Ralle growled as the blade sliced through his flesh and threw his bat’leth to the floor. “You cheated!” he exclaimed as he cradled his wound, watching as blood poured onto the ground. Ryalla scowled, her telltale blue Andorian twitching as she threw her own knife to the ground and squared up to the young Klingon in front of her. “I did not cheat, perhaps if you spent more time surveying the battlefield and planning your strategy, rather than just swinging that overgrown pitchfork around, you would stand more of a chance…” she offered as she picked up his bat’leth and thrust it back at him.Du’Ralle snatched the blade off her with his good arm and began to raise it above her head, wincing in pain. Ryalla put a hand up and shook her head. “Now that isn’t very honorable is it? You have been bested in combat by a superior warrior, your people must have some kind of rules about attacking an unarmed opponent, besides which, you look like you’re about to pass out. He scoffed as he threw the bat’leth down again. “Klingons do not pass out!” he shouted as he made his way towards the door in a huff and promptly collapsed in the doorway to the holosuite.
Ryalla chuckled and shook her head. “Don’t tell me that was an actual attempt at humour?” she asked and she wandered over to her friend. The two teenagers were often getting themselves into trouble and although there was the odd cross word, for the most part they were inseperable. Ryalla playfully nudged Du’Ralle with her boot. “Come on, I’m hungry…” she grumbled. Ryalla gulped as she noticed he wasn’t moving. Nudging him a bit harder she said with a bit more panic in her voice, “come on, stop messing around…” she added as she rolled him over onto his back and gasped as she saw the pool of blood under him. She had been so busy taunting him, she hadn’t noticed that she had injured him that severely. She knew she was going to get in to trouble for reprogramming the holosuite and disengaging the safeties yet again but there was not a lot else she could do. She tapped her comm badge as she frantically looked for something to stem the bleeding.
=^= Um…medical emergency in holosuite 6! =^= she screeched down the comm badge as she stripped her top half down to her vest and pressed her shirt into the wound to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry…” she whispered to her unconcious companion, hoping that someone would come quickly.
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Ryalla’s breathing quickened as she realised no one was coming yet. She quickly tied her shirt around Du’Ralle’s wound and tightened it as best she could. Then she jumped up decisively and realised she was stood on his arm. She whispered ‘sorry’ as she stepped back then attempted a heroic leap over him and landed on his leg. She gulped as she heard a slight crack but decided he wasn’t really in a position to complain so sprinted out of the holosuite and down the corridor, hoping that she would find someone quickly. She was drenched in her friend’s blood and was looking like a hot mess. She briefly stopped to have a look at her reflection in a console and recoiled at the state she was in. She briefly thought about popping back to her quarters for a clean up but as she was quite fond of Du’Ralle she thought she should probably get him sorted first. She dashed around the corner and spotted Cross and Bradford down the other end of the corridor. Crying and gasping she sprinted down the corridor towards them.
“Please help me!!” she blubbed as she neared the pair. “I think I killed him!!” she added, going into a full hysterical fit. As she stood in front of them shaking like a leaf, Du’Ralle’s blood dripped from her fingertips and splashed on the deck. “And I tore my best shirt…” she sobbed as she wiped her nose on Cross’ sleeve.
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