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Volar's Story - part 09

Meanwhile...
According to the plan, Volar was to set up the field rescue station at first dark. He was allowed to choose the exact spot, but it had to be within 500 paces of the location the Second gave him. The old recordings said it was important to choose a location where both the station and it's approaches were concealed from ground and aerial observation. So, Volar parked the hovercar under a small overhang covered by trees, placed the photooptic netting in the branches above, then laid out the medical table and supplies. All that was left to do was wait.

Humana City was five tsan away. When all the lights went out Volar imagined he could almost hear the battle. About ten tipas later the first hovercraft arrived. When Volar could see it clearly (The armor had excellent night sensors.) he blinked his lantern three times. The vehicle turned directly toward the rescue station, so Volar knew the driver had seen the small blue light. The hovercraft pulled up to the field rescue station and settled to the ground. As it's turbofan shut down, the doors opened and three soldiers stepped out lifting a fourth. Three of them had pieces of their armor removed, were wearing neural suppressers, (The woman was wearing two) and had syntheskin sealing their wounds. The unconscious man was also wearing a splint on one arm. The driver, who was the only one not injured, identified himself as "Granst, rescueman, second platoon". Pointing to the man being carried to the table he said to Volar, "Healer, this one first." Volar's examination of the fourth man showed his armor had been shattered. There were armor fragments imbedded throughout his body, massive blood loss, and broken bones. The woman said they had been hit with a grenade. Volar set aside the magnetic imager and placed his hands on the man's sides. Bending over him with his eyes closed, he reached out with his feelings. He could feel the injures he had found earlier plus internal injuries he had not. Opening his eyes, he replaced the artificial blood canister with a full one. Using the imager and tweezers, he removed the fragments. As he did so he switched back and forth to a small laser to seal the wounds. This, coupled with a reapplication of syntheskin, stopped the worst of the bleeding. Next, he deflated the splint, reset the broken bones, used a different laser to fuse the bones back together, sealed the wound with syntheskin, and reinflated the splint. Lastly, he put his hands on the man's sides and again stretched out with his feelings. This man's body could not heal all of these injuries at once - there were too many. Volar knew if he exerted all of his strength on this man it wouldn't be enough, and he would have nothing left for the others. To save this man's life it was most important to stop the bleeding. So, Volar directed the man's natural healing ability to concentrate on closing the internal lacerations that remained. This man would require continuous care over several littim. Volar instructed Granst "Monitor the man's blood pressure. More artificial blood will probably be necessary. There is still some internal bleeding, but I have done what I can." It was then, Volar noticed Granst was looking at him strangely, but replied, "Yes, Healer. The woman is next." as he turned to carry out his instructions.

Volar treated nine injured over the next fifty tipas. He was pushed to the limits of endurance as he used both his medical skills and gift in whatever combination he judged would produce the best results. He could concentrate on healing as the rescuemen assisted when needed and performed all the other tasks that needed to be done without being asked. They were well trained, each having worked on rescue teams for some time. Volar knew two of them from Humana hospital. The one he did not know, Granst, had come from Chemcity. After their buddies were treated, the rescuemen transported them back to the cave. The old vids said it was important the rescue station not become a target by having a large number of people laying around.

The last wounded soldier arrived just after middark as Volar was taking down the photooptic netting. A hovercar stopped fifty paces from the rescue station, one soldier stepped out, then the vehicle continued on it's way. This man walked up and bellowed "What does a warrior have to do to see a healer?" Volar responded "I am Volar the Healer. What do you require?" The swaggering soldier said "I've been shot. I wrapped it but it's still bleeding." Upon examining him, Volar discovered the man had applied a pressure dressing and packing made from cloth to the wound in his shoulder. His syntheskin was still in his first aid kit unopened. Volar spoke calmly to his patient while he passed the imager slowly over the bandage; "Let me guess, you must be from Frontiertown." Through gritted teeth the soldier replied "I'll have you know I've never been to a healer in my life...never needed to. But then, I've never been shot with a blaster before." Volar continued" This is a well applied dressing...in the archaic style. Most frontier folk refuse all modern medical intervention. Will you accept a neural suppresser for the pain?" The soldier half growled "I don't have time to hurt, just patch the holes. You can keep your machines and drugs to yourself." Volar put down the imager and said" O.K. No machines, no drugs." He put his hands on both sides of the wound. It was a simple clean wound. Any fragments had already been removed. Reaching out, he directed the nerves around the wound to shut down. Normally he would have stopped all the pain, but frontier folk might consider that unnatural. Wounds were supposed to hurt. Volar felt the man's whole body relax as the pain reduced to a bearable level. He then directed the man's natural healing ability to the wound. That was the last of Volar's strength. Sitting up, he looked the man in the eyes and said "O.K. There you go." The soldier looked bewildered at his shoulder, then looked at the healer and asked "What did you do? The pain is almost gone." Volar explained " I have the gift of healing. Your wound will heal in one or two littims; all naturally, just as the Creator-Sustainor intended." The frontiersman, still bewildered, asked "The gift of healing? You mean like in the Holy Writings?" Volar answered over his shoulder as he packed the photooptic netting into his hovercar "Yes, just like the Holy Writings says. Report to me in two littims and I will release you from medical observation. How are you getting back to the cave? Do you need a ride?" The frontiersman angrily responded "I don't need a ride. I can walk back to the cave!" Volar realized while he was just trying insure the man had a means back to the cave, he had offended his patient's sense of self reliance. That was a mistake he would not have made if he weren't so drained. He knew frontiersmen found it difficult to ask for help at all. They considered asking for assistance to be a sign of weakness. Volar changed the tone of conversation with "I believe you can walk the hundred tsan back to the cave, but I am so tired I don't know if I can drive that far. If you haven't made other arrangements, could you help me by driving this hovercar back to the cave?" The frontiersman smiled a big smile and laughed "Sure, I'd be happy to help you."

When they approached the mountain, they were stopped at a check point. They had to lift their visors, so the guards could see their faces. They were allowed to pass and drove into the cave. Volar went to the multipurpose room but found no patients. Instead it was set up as a war room. Asking around, he learned the rescuemen had placed the wounded in their beds. Volar 'made rounds' just like back in the hospital. He was barely standing as he checked on all of the wounded. The rescue men finally approached him together and said "Healer, go to sleep. We will take care of the wounded until first light. Volar put his armor and weapons in the locker. Laying on his bed he thought "First light? It's already past first light. They must mean next first light." As soon as he closed his eyes, the frontiersman woke him. "Healer, you ordered me to report to you?" Volar forced his eyes opened briefly and said "Actually I said report in two littims." The Frontiersman said "Healer, it is first light of the second littim. You slept through one complete littim and dark." Volar looked at his chronometer which confirmed it was so. Volar sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and said "O.K. Lets see your wound." The frontiersman, Volar just couldn't remember his name, pulled down his body suit and showed there was no wound. "I have followed your order. Am I now released from medical observation?" "Yes" said Volar "You are released." The frontiersman adjusted his body suit and walked quickly out.

Volar dressed and checked on the wounded. He found the rescuemen had released all of the wounded except two: the man and woman who had been hit by the grenade. They were moved to adjacent beds. Granst the rescueman was seated in a chair between them keeping a watch. When Volar entered, Granst walked over to the door and spoke quietly so as not to wake the injured soldiers "The final count was four dead, nine wounded. But I have never seen injuries heal so quickly. The only complaint I heard was all of them were hungry and thirsty. We gave them double rations, except for that frontiersman fellow, he ate triple. We released all the wounded except these two. What did you do?" Unlike the other two rescuemen, Granst had never seen the healers of Humana Hospital. Volar told him, then invited him to watch.

As they walked to the wounded soldiers, Volar noticed others came and went in respectful silence. Everyone was giving the injured every chance to sleep and recover. Volar sat first beside the woman. Passing the imager slowly over her body, he found her injuries had healed. But her color was not right. Not wanting to wake her, he laid his hands upon her very lightly. Closing his eyes, he opened his feelings and was immediately flooded with the burning of a massive infection. This woman was seriously sick! He could feel her body's immunity being overwhelmed by disease. Volar bolted upright, eyes wide open, he knew what he had to do. First, he ran her ID card through his personal datapad. It showed she had no drug allergies. Using his personal datapad again, he referenced a cross indexed medication file. Inputting the type of disease, it suggested several treatment regimens. Volar estimated her weight, considered her health and how far the disease had progressed, and gave her four injections of the most powerful antibiotic he had available. One in each limb. She stirred, but did not wake.

Sitting down next to the man, Volar ran the imager slowly over the man's body. Opening his feelings, he could see/feel the man was healing at a normal pace. The many internal lacerations had closed but his body was too tired to mend broken bones and close skin wounds. There was also a lot of bruising. Volar directed the man's body to focus it's healing ability to where it was needed. He could feel warmth as the healing accelerated. Volar knew the man's body didn't have the strength to keep this up until he was healed.

Standing up, he motioned for Granst to walk with him to the door. There he quietly instructed the rescueman "There is an infection rampaging through her body. Monitor her closely and call me if she develops irregular breathing. We will give the antibiotics until first light to work. The man is recovering well but is starved. Give him a sugar and carbohydrate solution IV. Do not release either of them without my approval. I will examine them both again at first light." Granst replied "Yes, Healer. That's it? That's what you do?" Volar said "That's all that's required. That and time." He then left the room.

Walking through the hall, Volar learned that there was a rest littim after the battle (he had slept through it). This littim everything was slowly moving up to speed as the company was still recovering. Battle reports from other units were posted in the war room - apparently third company had it easy compared to some. And the leaders were congratulating everyone on a job well done. The Lazaveltians now officially had an army and this was now officially a war.

Role Playing Game Statistics:

Name: Volar the Healer
Template Type: Shadow Army Doctor
Species: Human from Lazavelt
Sex: Male

Age: 20
Height:1.7m
Weight: 90 kg

DEXTERITY 3D KNOWLEDGE 2D+2 MECHANICAL 2D

dodge survival hover craft operation 3D

grenade sailboat operation

laser carbine

martial art parry

(s) longknife combat

(s) longknife parry

PERCEPTION 3D+1 STRENGTH 2D+2 TECHNICAL 2D+1

persuasion climb/jump 3D computer operation 3D

search (A) martial art 3D first aid 5D

sneak stamina 3D hover craft repair

swimming 3D (A) medicine 3D

CONTROL 1D+2
accelerate healing, concentration, control disease, control pain, life sense

ALTER 1D

accelerate another's healing, control another's disease, control another's pain

Name: Redel the Dancer
Template Type: Shadow Army Leader
Species: Human from Lazavelt
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 100 kg

DEXTERITY 4D KNOWLEDGE 3D MECHANICAL 3D

dodge art hover craft operations

grenade management

laser carbine strategy

martial art parry 7D survival

(s) longknife combat 6D tactics

(s) longknife parry 6D

PERCEPTION 3D STRENGTH 3D TECHNICAL 2D

command climb/jump computer operation 3D

dancing 4D (A) martial art 7D first aid

persuasion stamina hover craft repair

search swimming

sneak

Source:

Mark Nielipinski

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