Campaign The Lunar Shroud | The Enclave

[Obran]

Tags: Aloy Vizsla | Vren Rook | Leenic Ellsil | Kranak Vizsla | Talohn Atar

The vong took the sudden silence in the roar of his gun to mount a charge. Unable to see through the clever smokescreen of the Cathar, the vong figured to take their chances. Half-way through racking the slide, the first hit him. Not with a gun, but with a fist straight to his helmet. Obran responded by ramming the gun right back, wheezing as he pulled the slide again and it clacked home. With a primal cry that was more beast than man, the goran opened fire indiscriminately as the enemy made a last gasp of an assault.

His gun fired this way didn't last long, but it buckled the vong advance almost on its on. Running dry, Obran dropped the gun with a grunt and drew the mythosaur bone spear from his back. The blade whistled as ancient bone and ori'rami'kad wood spun in his hands expertly. Vong fell or bypassed him, and eventually, he found himself face to face with the one Leenic had passed on. The crab armored foe swiped with an alien weapon and the dance began.

Several blows landed in quick succession to the helmet of the Mandalorian, but he remained upright. Stabbing, he found a weak spot between the join of the arm on the left and cried almost ferally as the vong roared and stumbled, its next attack going wide from an autonomic jerk and pain response. Yanking the spear back, Obran pressed his advantage and spun in a cut to back the foe before he slipped in close and rammed the spear home.

Through the groin between thigh and codpiece, Obran skewered the Vong to the flor, the ancient calcified bone chipping slightly as it gored the opponent and held them fast to the floor. Stepping in, Obran took a blow to the head that cracked the visor of his helmet and sent it fling back towards Talohn. Bleeding freely from the mouth and a likely cracked eye socket, Obran blocked the next bone-shattering punch with him left forearm, grunting as he grabbed the beast by the throat and ripped a kal knife free from a shoulder harness and buried it in the gullet of the beast.

Blood spurted forth, and Obran reared back with his broken arm and crunched his fist together, ignoring the pain. Hammer-handed blows rained upon the now senseless and mostly lifeless vong leader as the helmet fell from it with a fleshy plop and Obran rained pain from above. Ichorous blood now coated his already swollen and bruised face, but the rest of the vong had fallen back, eyeing the scene in stark disbelief before retreating. Eventually, the screaming from the Smith stopped, and he collapsed over and on-top of his foe, the vong's face beaten to a gelatinous pulp from the fury of the shocktrooper, though the cost yet remained to be seen. The charge had been stopped, and the vong routed, for the moment.

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Kestri’s Moon, Surface
Local Time: 20:25
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Moontrance (Destroy the Vong Jamming Equipment)
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 3
Tags: The Quartermaster | Aloy Vizsla | Cerar Vizsla | Vren Rook | Obran | Talohn Atar | Leea Pandac

Their armored boots clanged and echoed through the dark and eerily silent hallways as they walked with their weapons raised to the front, ready to blast any Vong that would come running from that direction. They were looking for the location of the Vong signal jammer in the Moon Base to complete the mission. It would have been optimal to regroup with the others that made their way into the Moon Base another way, but there was no telling where they were. Kranak had tried to contact them using his comlink, but it yielded no results due to the Vong Jammer heavily affecting short range radio signals. For the small group, it was safe to assume they were on their own to finish the mission. At least they thought so, until they heard an automatic slugthrower open up with a lengthy salvo down the hallway to the left. Kranak broke into a sprint as a response to the sound and made his way towards the sound. Running past and vaulting over debris in the hallway, the Supercommando Medic saw multiple dead Vong on the ground, with several vode standing triumphant over their bodies. There was a small number of Vong running away from the vod. Upon seeing the fleeting enemy contacts, Kranak winded up his Z-6 and unleashed an ear-splitting salvo of blue blaster bolts in short controlled bursts, in order to control the recoil better as to not hit the vode standing by the Vong corpses in the tight hallway. The barking of his Z-6 drowned out the sounds of the Vong bodies hitting the floor as the rotary blaster’s roar echoed in the hallway With the remaining enemies dispatched, he jogged towards the friendlies. [“Glad to see more friendly faces around! I’ve been trying to reach you over the comms, but the damned jammer-”] On Top of a large Vong corpse -its head smashed to bits-, the Supercommando Medic saw Obran lying unconscious. [“Haarchak. Keep me covered!”]

Kranak immediately threw his Z-6 on the ground to his side and unpacked a repulsor gurney on the spot and carefully transferred Obran on the gurney. They needed to move to a more secure place before he could start treating the unconscious Smith. They were way too exposed in the middle of a cramped hallway with all of these dead Vong lying around.

Kranak’s eyes caught a shut blast door to the right about ten meters to the front. Unholstering an A-180 from his right holster, he jogged towards the door with the blaster pistol raised. Using the door controls wouldn’t suffice, the base was not powered. He relied on his sheer strength to pull the blast door to the sides to open it. Metallic screeching mixed with sharp grunts echoed through the hallway. After some struggle with the door, the Supercommando Medic managed to open the door. What laid before the tall and muscular Medic was a small, deserted -much like the rest of the base, save for the Vong presence- cafeteria. The dusty room was pretty much empty, save for the knocked over chairs and tables, with dinner trays and cutlery scattered on the floor and tables, with a long unpowered and half empty vending machines on the other end of the cafeteria. The room was clear. He quickly holstered his blaster and went out of the room to get Obran inside the cafeteria to start treating him.

With haste, Kranak transported Obran into the room, with others holding security outside. Metallic dinner trays and cutlery clanged and clinked as Kranak threw them on the ground from on top of a large table with a swipe of his left arm to make space for Obran. The Medic gently removed him from the gurney and laid Obran flat on his back on the large table. The Medic then started to follow basic medical procedures before the actual treatment with haste. He didn’t bother checking if the Mandalorian Smith was responsive or not. He was clearly unconscious at the moment. He first started off with checking if Obran was breathing normally. The Smith was from the way he breathed his airway was unobstructed. That was good. After putting on a pair of latex, large size blue surgical gloves he performed a blood sweep on Obran. He swept the front and back of the neck with his hands. He then stopped and checked his hands for any traces of blood after he finished the sweep. There was none at the neck. He then moved down to sweep each of the Smith’s arms -including the arm pits- one at a time. The medic stopped every few inches to look for signs of blood on his hands. After the arms, he moved down to sweep the legs the same way he sweeped Obran’s arms, stopping every few inches for any traces of blood on the gloves. He was somewhat relieved to see the Smith did not have any other wounds. Finding no other hemorrhage than the one on Obran’s face. His lip was busted, probably took a punch to the face at some point. It wasn’t a serious wound, he’d treat it later. After making sure his airways were unobstructed, breathing normally and making sure there weren't any open wounds with an active hemorrhage, he reached for his Medisensor from his ECM 598 Medical Backpack to see the full extent of the Mandalorian’s injuries. The Medisensor completed its scan in a few seconds after the Medic swept the small handheld device across Obran’s body. Severe head concussion which resulted in brain injury, small fractures on the left eye socket, as well as a broken left arm, a simple spiral fracture along the Radius, with cracks on the Ulna. If it weren’t for his buy’ce, he would have had a much greater head injury, or would have been dead by now. The Medic then urgently moved to treat Obran’s concussion induced brain injury. The Mandalorian Smith’s head concussion was somewhat severe. Kranak would have to inject a Nervesplicer into the affected parts of his brain to treat the injury. Even then, he would need some more medical care when they were off this god forsaken rock.

Kranak then retrieves a Field Cauterizer, a Laser Scalpel, a small Medical Electric Bonesaw, a Bone-knitter, a Hemosponge, Nerveslpicer, Microsutures, a canister that contained Pain-relieving Gas with a non-rebreather mask connected to it, a small bottle of Disinfectant Spray and a number of Bacta Patches from his Medical Backpack. Using his Laser Bonesaw he would have to remove a small part of Obran’s skull-cap to treat the brain injury. Working in complete silence, The Medic started the procedure by first administering anesthesia to the Smith. Then, he used his Field Cauterizer to shave off Obran’s hair on top of the Parietal Bone, about three inches away from the Coronal Suture and about five inches above the Squamous Suture. Kranak then applied some disinfectants using the Disinfectant Spray on the area where he would make the incision. With steady hands, using the Laser Scalpel The Medic carefully removed the tissue from where he would have to operate on Obran’s brain. After gently pulling the severed (not completely severed) tissue to the side, Kranak reached for the small electric Bonesaw and cautiously started to remove a small, rectangular shaped chunk of the bone from the Parietal Bone of Obran’s skull, revealing a small part of his brain.

The Medic laid down the small electric Bonesaw on the table before him and reached for the Nervesplicer. Before applying the Nervesplicer, he used a Hemosponge to soak up the leaking blood to minimize the visual distractions as he worked. The injury was inflicted on Obran’s Parietal Lobe. The Supercommando Medic with steady hands, cautiously applied the Nervesplicer on the damaged parts of the Smith’s Parietal Lobe. The procedure took the Medic about half an hour to complete successfully. Kranak worked as fast as he could with the mission in mind but you couldn’t rush a field surgery, especially a surgery like this. Upon the completion of the procedure, The Medic mended back the rectangular shaped Parietal Bone chunk he removed earlier using his Bone-knitter and stitched back the tissue on top using his Microsutures. After closing up the incision successfully, he then applied two bacta patches on top of it, gently wrapping the patches around his head.

With the most concerning injury dealt with, Kranak could now focus on the fractures on Obran’s left forearm. He gently removed the Smith’s left vambrace and pulled back the clothing on top to reveal the forearm. He was relieved to see it wasn’t a compound fracture. Though he would have to make a small incision to mend his broken bones back together using his Bone-Knitter. Using the Disinfectant Spray, he disinfected the area where The Medic would make the incision on Obran’s left forearm with a Laser Scalpel to reveal the broken bones to mend them. After carefully making the incision, the simple spiral fracture on the Radius as well as the cracks on his Ulna was laid before The Medic’s eyes. Grabbing the Bone-Knitter, he started to mend the broken and cracked bones. The procedure took him about ten more minutes before the bones were fully mended. Upon completing the procedure, the Supercommando Medic used his Field Cauterizer to shut the incision clean. He then wrapped Obran’s left forearm using a bacta patch, a little tightly.

Obran still had a crack on his left eye socket, as well as a busted lip, but those could be squared away once he was delivered to the next level of medical care when he was evacuated out of here, back at Enclave. In his current state, Obran wasn’t in the shape to continue with the mission. He transferred Obran back to the gurney and secured the gurney’s straps on him, ensuring he wouldn’t fall off it while being transported out of here. Kranak made sure to secure Obran’s gear on the gurney as well. His left vambrace, weapons, spear and helmet, all tightly secured with him on the gurney.

Kranak then quickly filled out a tactical combat casualty care card for Obran, noting down his name, gender, date and time of injury -as well as time of treatment-, the treatment procedure Kranak applied, mechanism of injury, the injuries themselves and which of his body parts were inflicted with injury, his current vital signs and finally marked him down as “Priority” for evacuation and tucked the card under the strap that went over Obran’s chest, making sure for the Surgeons back at the Enclave to spot it easily once he got there. The Medic, with a sense of contentment after finishing the medical procedures successfully, removed the bloodied surgical gloves from his hands while he spoke to his vode. [“Obran’s stabilized, but he needs to be delivered to the next level of medical care, which is back in Enclave territory.”] Glancing at those who were in the room, he continued as he started to pack up his medical gear back into his backpack. [“I need you to get him out of there. As for me…”] with a swift action, he wore the Medical Backpack and started to walk out of the abandoned cafeteria to grab his Z-6. [“I have a score to settle with the Vong.”] The creatures had severely injured one of his fellow vode. The big guy intended to punish them for that. They were free to join him, as long as at least two of them transported Obran out of the Moon Base.

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Heavy metallic thuds echoed in the dark, empty hallway as Kranak cautiously walked while looking for the jammer, occasionally passing by, squeezing through or vaulting over debris. He hadn’t encountered any Vong resistance yet, but he was on edge regardless, ready to engulf the slightest movement in a volley of blue blaster bolts using his rotary blaster cannon. With a sickening meaty squeak, the giant Mandalorian stepped on… something. Looking down, he saw it was meaty, fleshy in nature. Beneath his armored feet, it felt somewhat alive. [“Just when you think they couldn’t get any more disgusting…”] grumbled the Mandalorian, with a frown. Looking forward, he saw the floor was partially covered with the thing. He wasn’t sure what the fleshy matter was, but he decided to follow the trail, hoping it would lead him to the Vong Signal Jammer.

The fleshy substance disgustingly crunching and squeaking under his armored boots, the Supercommando Medic moved deeper into the Moon Base as he followed the fleshy trail. The meaty substance was spread all over the walls and the ceiling as he went deeper. “This must be their nest or something…” he thought to himself as he treaded softly down the hallway. There was a T section coming up to his twelve. He stood at the end of the section, scanning his left and right, unsure as to where to move. Assuming he could always make his way back, and try the other path, he chose the right hallway and continued on.

The hallway led to a very large room, with every inch of the room covered in the meaty substance. The room and the contents within -save for the Vong and the large thick fleshy spire in the middle of the room- suggested the place was used for storage before the Vong took over. There were large rectangular and square shaped objects scattered across the room, covered in the fleshy substance.

There were two dozen Vong gazing at him next to the spire, with their weapons at the ready. Winding up his Z-6 without a moment's hesitation, he quickly opened fire at the beasts, sending a flurry of blue blaster bolts at them. A large number of them were cut down in mere moments. Some were quick and fortunate enough to take cover from the raging onslaught of the giant Mandalorian, but most of them were killed or were dying on the ground as their bodies hit the floor with a satisfying thud. Some of the remaining Vong attempted to return fire using their Chitin Carbines, but the moment they peeked from their cover, they were cut down by a short volley of blaster bolts. Their impending doom, a Mandalorian clad in black, was encroaching on their position step by step, killing them one at a time.

The firefight -if you could call it that- was over with the nearby Vong terminated, their corpses scattered along the storage room, with most of the corpses -the “unfortunate” ones that were cut down on the spot- lying down dead in front of the spire. “This has to be the Signal Jammer.” The Supercommando Medic thought to himself as he laid eyes on the fleshy structure. Walking cautiously towards the spire, Kranak moved past several crates. Before he could proceed he spotted movement from above several large cargo containers stacked on top of each other. Before he could wind up his Z-6 and shoot, the Vong creature leaped down aiming straight at the Mandalorian. The karker wanted to claw him. Timing it almost perfectly, he swiped his Z-6 from left to right when the Vong was close enough, bashing the creature on the ground to the Mandalorian’s right. Giving the creature no time to recover from the bash, he pinned the Vong in place as he pressed down hard on the beasts chest with his left foot, while winding up his Z-6, pointed at the creature’s face. [“You chakaare need to learn that I’m a lot scarier than you are.”] The creature must have understood that he was not long for this world as his purple eye sacks widened in fear. Pulling the trigger, the Mandalorian vaporized his head, killing him.

Now with the last of the beasts dealt with, the big guy could now finish the mission. He reached for the detpacks from one of his larger pouches and placed them on the base of the spire. He would not be able to set them off remotely using their remote triggers due to the signal jammer, so he would set their timers instead. With each detpack’s timer set to forty five seconds and the countdown started, he sprinted out of the storage room from the way he came, starting to make his way out of the Moon Base. A muffled explosion shook the base while Kranak ran. The countdown was complete, and the detpacks detonated. The Vong Signal Jammer was destroyed! Kranak would then join up with the rest of the Mandalorians, making his way out of the Moon Base and extracting from the area of operations.

Spoiler: OOC Note

This will be my last post for this thread! I was told to finish the mission and the thread with a last post so, here you go! Sorry I couldn't write it sooner. The mission is complete, but feel free to write your last post regardless! I'll see you guys in the next thread! Cheers!