Northern Rangeria
18-03-2008, 18:47
Lahte Military Hospital
Lahte, Northern Rangeria
Located near the Oksala Garrison, Lahte Military Hospital was one of the top medical facilities that the Northern Rangerian Defence Corps had in its disposal. Built soon after the War of Independence, it was to be a shining example of Northern Rangerian perseverance - and also a measure of preparation. The soldiers of the NRDC were a hard-boiled and always-prepared lot, knowing that a young nation needed as much preparation as possible.
Still, it was only now, twenty years after the end of the War, that the infamous Radiation Containment received its first patients.
On their way there, along the corridor lit by the spring sun, walked a tall, gaunt-looking doctor and a young woman, bearing the fatigues of a Jaeger.
"I trust you know the procedure, private?" the doctor asked, casting a glance at the young Jaeger, the steps of her combat boots sounding like cracks of thunder compared to the soft-soled shoes of the doctor.
"Of course", the Jaeger answered, not even looking at the doctor. "Face mask, gloves, apron. I don't lift the plastic sheet or accept anything from the patient. I will not interfere with the doctors at work. And I will not tire him."
The doctor lifted an eyebrow, but nodded. "Correct. The lieutenant is still in his latent phase, but you must not tire him. He will need his strength if he wishes to make a full recovery."
The female Jaeger flinched a little. It had been a miracle that her and the other Jaegers had survived with only mild radiation sickness, resulting only a few days of bed rest. The lieutenant and the still-unnamed pilot... their situation was worse. They had not been decked in ABC gear.
"I understand, doctor Hansen", she said as they arrived at the doors of the Radiation Containment wing. The doors were locked and sealed, with a single Jaeger standing guard.
"Here we must part ways", doctor Airik Hansen said, his face not revealing a hint of emotion. "My shift with our patients does not begin in another hour. Doctor Kive will assist you in any concerns you may have."
"Thanks... doc", private Kallio muttered as the doctor opened the air seal and allowed her to step inside into the prep room. Removing her dog tags, side arm and the ring from her right ring finger, Amanda Kallio began to prepare for meeting with the international patients of the radiation wing. Donning surgical scrubs, she looked like any of the nurses and doctors that worked in Radiation Containment - especially when she donned the protective, lead-heavy shoes and thick gloves. Pvt. Kallio shivered at the thought what it would be like to be as a patient in here, human contact limited to medical staff who all looked like they were doing an alien autopsy or something...
Still, Kallio pushed those thoughts aside and knocked on the second door. The pressure seals opened, and an equally-protected male nurse let her in, closing the seal after her.
"This way, ma'am", he then said, motioning Kallio to follow. "You are in luck, he should awaken soon..."
"And the pilot?"
The male nurse shook his head. "Not good, ma'am. His radiation levels were only slightly higher than the lieutenant's, but the physical trauma... We are doing our best to keep him from getting infected. He has yet even to come to, and we don't even know his name..."
"I see", Kallio interrupted, not continuing the conversation any further.
The Radiation Containment was built out of fear that some day the Greater Rangerians would attempt to use nuclear weaponry against their "wayward children". It only made the area more haunting: long corridors leading to separate treatment facilities, and this whole area had been cordoned off because of the two survivors. Other survivors from the Shanestan Incident were being treated in Halsanki and Turka, but apparently the big-wigs at NRDC had been afraid that the few Shanestani who had survived might try to take vengeance against these "foreign usurpers".
The nurse stopped at one of the doors, pushing it open. Inside, on one of the hospital beds covered with an air-tight oxygen tent, lay lieutenant Hamilton. He was still asleep, his condition monitored by various instruments and three nurses, all decked in their protective gear...
Lahte, Northern Rangeria
Located near the Oksala Garrison, Lahte Military Hospital was one of the top medical facilities that the Northern Rangerian Defence Corps had in its disposal. Built soon after the War of Independence, it was to be a shining example of Northern Rangerian perseverance - and also a measure of preparation. The soldiers of the NRDC were a hard-boiled and always-prepared lot, knowing that a young nation needed as much preparation as possible.
Still, it was only now, twenty years after the end of the War, that the infamous Radiation Containment received its first patients.
On their way there, along the corridor lit by the spring sun, walked a tall, gaunt-looking doctor and a young woman, bearing the fatigues of a Jaeger.
"I trust you know the procedure, private?" the doctor asked, casting a glance at the young Jaeger, the steps of her combat boots sounding like cracks of thunder compared to the soft-soled shoes of the doctor.
"Of course", the Jaeger answered, not even looking at the doctor. "Face mask, gloves, apron. I don't lift the plastic sheet or accept anything from the patient. I will not interfere with the doctors at work. And I will not tire him."
The doctor lifted an eyebrow, but nodded. "Correct. The lieutenant is still in his latent phase, but you must not tire him. He will need his strength if he wishes to make a full recovery."
The female Jaeger flinched a little. It had been a miracle that her and the other Jaegers had survived with only mild radiation sickness, resulting only a few days of bed rest. The lieutenant and the still-unnamed pilot... their situation was worse. They had not been decked in ABC gear.
"I understand, doctor Hansen", she said as they arrived at the doors of the Radiation Containment wing. The doors were locked and sealed, with a single Jaeger standing guard.
"Here we must part ways", doctor Airik Hansen said, his face not revealing a hint of emotion. "My shift with our patients does not begin in another hour. Doctor Kive will assist you in any concerns you may have."
"Thanks... doc", private Kallio muttered as the doctor opened the air seal and allowed her to step inside into the prep room. Removing her dog tags, side arm and the ring from her right ring finger, Amanda Kallio began to prepare for meeting with the international patients of the radiation wing. Donning surgical scrubs, she looked like any of the nurses and doctors that worked in Radiation Containment - especially when she donned the protective, lead-heavy shoes and thick gloves. Pvt. Kallio shivered at the thought what it would be like to be as a patient in here, human contact limited to medical staff who all looked like they were doing an alien autopsy or something...
Still, Kallio pushed those thoughts aside and knocked on the second door. The pressure seals opened, and an equally-protected male nurse let her in, closing the seal after her.
"This way, ma'am", he then said, motioning Kallio to follow. "You are in luck, he should awaken soon..."
"And the pilot?"
The male nurse shook his head. "Not good, ma'am. His radiation levels were only slightly higher than the lieutenant's, but the physical trauma... We are doing our best to keep him from getting infected. He has yet even to come to, and we don't even know his name..."
"I see", Kallio interrupted, not continuing the conversation any further.
The Radiation Containment was built out of fear that some day the Greater Rangerians would attempt to use nuclear weaponry against their "wayward children". It only made the area more haunting: long corridors leading to separate treatment facilities, and this whole area had been cordoned off because of the two survivors. Other survivors from the Shanestan Incident were being treated in Halsanki and Turka, but apparently the big-wigs at NRDC had been afraid that the few Shanestani who had survived might try to take vengeance against these "foreign usurpers".
The nurse stopped at one of the doors, pushing it open. Inside, on one of the hospital beds covered with an air-tight oxygen tent, lay lieutenant Hamilton. He was still asleep, his condition monitored by various instruments and three nurses, all decked in their protective gear...