[When Chekov becomes fully aware of the devastation, he experiences the same frustrated helplessness that he had come to know too well during the Khan debacle. Engineering had been falling apart and casualties had been mounting; Chekov, then acting head of the department, had determined that fires, exposed wiring, and off-again on-again artificial gravity made the belly of the ship too dangerous for personnel. He'd had neither the time nor the medical skills to assist the most gravely-injured engineers. Only twelve people were unable to escape--impressively few, all things considered, but leaving them behind had been torture.
There's not much more that he can do here without violating the Prime Directive. Even if he discarded his uniform tunic and handheld devices, he'd still stand out enough to draw unwanted attention.
None of Hei's injuries appear to be immediately life threatening and he's able to remain on his feet, which is good enough for the moment. Chekov does a brief self-inventory and determines that he's close enough to fine, as well. The artificial fibers of his undershirt are burned to his back in places, his right ear is still ringing, and he has more scrapes and blossoming bruises than he cares to think about. Nothing's broken, nothing is sufficiently torn or stretched or sprained to be of concern right now.
Find Korra. Yes.]
Where was she when you--
[The words last saw her are largely swallowed by a nearby moan. It's the kid with freckles, his leg punctured and bleeding far too much. He hasn't lost enough blood to slip into unconsciousness and his face is twisted in agony.]
A moment, please. You don't need to wait for me.
[It shouldn't surprise Hei when Chekov's bleeding heart overwhelms common sense. The teenager shoots him an apologetic glance, shrugs the remains of his scorched golden tunic off (the clothing took the brunt of the fire damage), and slips over to the kid. His black undershirt is far more inconspicuous, and he thinks that he has accumulated enough grime to avoid being detected for the moment. A femoral artery can exsanguinate a man in under three minutes, but tourniquets aren't difficult to apply. The injured boy might lose a leg. It's a high price, but it beats hemorrhaging.
Chekov begins to tie the tunic around the kid's leg, muttering nonsense syllables to quiet him. It won't take long. He's confident that he'll be able to catch up with Hei.]
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Date: 2014-08-29 04:13 am (UTC)There's not much more that he can do here without violating the Prime Directive. Even if he discarded his uniform tunic and handheld devices, he'd still stand out enough to draw unwanted attention.
None of Hei's injuries appear to be immediately life threatening and he's able to remain on his feet, which is good enough for the moment. Chekov does a brief self-inventory and determines that he's close enough to fine, as well. The artificial fibers of his undershirt are burned to his back in places, his right ear is still ringing, and he has more scrapes and blossoming bruises than he cares to think about. Nothing's broken, nothing is sufficiently torn or stretched or sprained to be of concern right now.
Find Korra. Yes.]
Where was she when you--
[The words last saw her are largely swallowed by a nearby moan. It's the kid with freckles, his leg punctured and bleeding far too much. He hasn't lost enough blood to slip into unconsciousness and his face is twisted in agony.]
A moment, please. You don't need to wait for me.
[It shouldn't surprise Hei when Chekov's bleeding heart overwhelms common sense. The teenager shoots him an apologetic glance, shrugs the remains of his scorched golden tunic off (the clothing took the brunt of the fire damage), and slips over to the kid. His black undershirt is far more inconspicuous, and he thinks that he has accumulated enough grime to avoid being detected for the moment. A femoral artery can exsanguinate a man in under three minutes, but tourniquets aren't difficult to apply. The injured boy might lose a leg. It's a high price, but it beats hemorrhaging.
Chekov begins to tie the tunic around the kid's leg, muttering nonsense syllables to quiet him. It won't take long. He's confident that he'll be able to catch up with Hei.]