Mission 5: Return to Aariss III

Vandal stared rather blankly at Gammer. This was the first time she was seen and the first time she had been seen completely livid. It became increasingly apparent when she raised her carbine. "I told you that I had this. I thought that implies that you don't follow me, and you don't say things that make me want to shoot you! You two, stand down and rendezvous with the rest of the team." She said through a clenched jaw, it was quite clear even with the modulation. "Blast, you just... just... Both of you, out. Now. Meet up with the rest of the team. I've got a rack of rockets on my back, so before I lose my temper and a firefight breaks out... let's just... let's just listen to the spoken order since it's quite clear you two won't follow implied ones." She snapped. "That means now. Both of you, out. Now! Last thing I need is you idiots stunning the sole survivor into last week. That means no touring the wreck. That means no recovering bodies. That means no helping me. If you can call this debacle help."

She removed her helmet and angled it so it highlighted Sato as she started to asses the state. "I swear. This is.... UNBELIEVABLE!" She roared, purple in the face with a bunch of veins running across the good side of her face, framed in shadow due to how she was positioned.

Gammer looks to vandel and replies,"Yes sir." He shakes his head and climbs back down the stairs.
Sigurd?

Vandal regained her composure rather quickly, assessing the area and putting her helmet back on. After a brief pause, she grabbed the Mandalorian and her pistol, shouldering the sooner, and keeping the latter pointed forward. She began to search the ship for a sickbay. If anything of the sort existed, it likely had the equipment she'd need to help her condition. She wasn't remotely happy, and it showed in her stance.

((Sato incapped or just in shock?))

Vandal quietly sets Sato down and rifles through her straps to find the injector. She doses the Mandalorian while she's on her shoulder and then sets her down on the nearest available flat surface, resting the pistol down beside her. She removed some plating, only taking off enough to treat the most obvious injury. As one girl to another, she made it a point to preserve modesty. Her impromptu surgery made judicious use of Sato's knife, blind luck and for some reason, the same insane reason, the ridiculous amounts of adrenaline flooding her system that came through when in her 'Clutch' state.

((Poor Sato. Vandal's too livid to think straight.))

Mechanics (Medicine)
1 Triumph, 1 Success, 1 Advantage, 3 Threats (Actual); 1 Triumph, 1 Success, 2 Threats; (1P, 1A, 4D)

Somewhere during Lydia's amateur surgery, she managed to patch up Sato's leg and stumbled upon the Burkomic Scalpel, which more resembled a hammer; but it was, in fact, much blunter. Smashing the swelling down was a terrible idea, but she missed her mark and smashed her own hand at any rate (3 strain inflicted on self), but at the very least, Sato would more than likely be walking soon, albeit in a great amount of pain. Nothing a liberal application of stimulants wouldn't fix. She applied bacta patches to the injury and briefly slipped another over Sato's heart, redressing the Mandalorian, putting her armor back on and eventually applying stimulants.

For an amateur surgeon, Vandal seemed to have a good grasp of what went where.

"...I'm sure she'll live." She murmured in all of her modulated glory. "Good timing, too. I was at that for--" She looked to her wrist, where her watch was, on the few occasions she went without armor. "I have enormous wrists." She noted.

"You owe me nothing." Vandal couldn't bear to look at her. "You're the only one I arrived in time to save. Four lifesigns. Two flatlined as I got into the ship, the other as I pried you free." She murmured, her modulation lowered to mask little more than her voice, seeming to have some genuine compassion for a moment. "I brought you out of shock with another dose of stimulants, though the superficial damage is rectified, there was the possibility of some temporary loss of coordination from your armor's native conductivity and the stun blast Gammer used on you. Gammer being the creepy scout. Your systems were probably fried in the crash, if the lack of holograms from weapons were an indication. Take my sidearm and watch the exit while I go find your friends. You're going to probably end up wanting to get to a loo first, though. From experience, ending shock with stimulants tends to cause nausea once you reach an equilibrium." She tilted her head.

She turned away, establishing a link for comms. "This is Vandal to all Republic forces in the area. I've secured a Mandalorian survivor but I have to conduct a sweep of the ship per SOP, they have been instructed to secure the exit and keep any fauna and scavengers out while I secure the bodies of the rest of the crew for identification and... well... we'll need to send them home. That's just the way it is. At any rate, the Mandalorian is both responsive and armed. I don't feel like committing to any more amateur surgery, nor do I feel like shooting anything that isn't mission relevant. Do not attempt to approach the ship, I repeat do not attempt to approach the ship." She said over comms.

Over the course of the next few minutes, Vandal slowly but surely began to use her lights to trace blood, and blood to trace bodies. She made it a point to start from the nose of the ship and work her way out from there. It was grim work, but she had to do it.

Well, someone had to do it.