All five of the Mini Hawkes were stripped and refurbished inside to accommodate the needs of transporting up to twenty wounded or critical patients. Two of them she'd managed to get enough supplies to out fit them. One of the others had been mapped digitally every inch inside and out and the techs had created a Holographic training simulator that she was anxious to try out.
All twelve of the flight staff were well on their way to doing their solo's, the three marines assigned as mechanics were making progress on stripping and rebuilding the systems. Jayme had been spending her weekends working with flight crews on her flight skills.
She rounded the corner and saw her whole platoon at PT. She stood and watched for a few minutes as her senior NCO's pushed them. She stopped in the infirmary and checked the patient log and was satisfied, she headed out to join her first team in the holosuite to start group training with simulated patients and conditions.
Jayme entered and found David, Ronning, Marki, Kama and Esteva waiting. Dr, Fletcher, Lt. Tigre, and Major Jackson stood off to the side to be advisors and technical support. Jayme joined Nathan, Talia, and Major Jackson. "I'm ready to give this a try. We have the ability to run two groups here. One watches while the other works the sim."
Major Jackson nodded, and said, "Set up your crews."
Turning Jayme ordered, "Esteva, David, and Marki~team one. Kama, Ronning, your with me on team two." Jayme watched the teams separate, and Marki lag a bit but line up as Jayme called out, "Computer, start Medivac sim alpha-1."
Esteva took the pilots seat, Marki as co-pilot, and David was in the back. The computer came on line and announced, "Alpha-1 you are being dispatched to New Canada/camp Anderson. There are four major and ten minor injured that need to be lifted out to SB901. David geared up and secured in his jump seat asked, "Computer nature of the injuries?"
[Plasma containment failed on weapons being transferred from a transport to a warehouse.] David grabbed a PADD that was secured to the bulk head and looked up the MSDS for Plasma and treatment of burns. Esteva smiled and said into her comlink, "Alpha-1 is leaving space dock." Marki in the jump seat " Alpha-1 requesting a MET Report." The computer complied and informed them, [a weather system's over the area, suggest secondary approach.] The flight was less then twenty minutes.
The Hawk hit turbulence on its way down and the crew was tossed. Finally, they made a combat drop and stuck their landing fifty meters from the site. The troop doors opened and Marki and David grabbed quick response kits and rushed to the scene. Field trained corpsmen had triage and were treating what they could. With the half dozen Marines and the corspmen they transferred and loaded their cargo in less then ten minutes and Esteva lifted off with Marki and David treating the four critically wounded. The weather on the way up was worse and a severe down draft nearly slammed them into some trees. Neither of the corpsmen were secured and Marki lost her balance and landed on two of the lesser wounded. "Damn it!" She said as she rolled off them and back up to finish giving the meds. They watched the two of them work individually and as a team. When they had a chance they checked on the nearest of the minor wounded.
"Space dock this is Medivac Alpha-1. Activate EMS to our slip. ETA 2 minutes." They watched as Esteva landed and the bay re-pressurize. Each member of the team exited and the sim faded. The next ten minutes were spent reviewing critical items that the observers had spotted.
"Sim Alpha-1b, begin, " Jayme called out as her team took their places and they were sent to assist with triage and treating patients on the Orion Star--on the edge of Mullurian space. The flight was thirty minutes and then the Pilot Ronning had trouble accessing the external docking port and then when they did they entered a ship that was on emergency power, smoky, with wounded scattered on the deck.
All three immediately started triaging and helping those that they could. When they'd surveyed the entire ship they found ten survivors. They loaded them and set the ship to drift back into neutral territory.
They immediately headed back for SB901. Fighting to save lives the whole time. The sim ended and everyone joined in on the critic. The Major stood forward, "Never leave your ride unattended." Talia seconded that statement. Dr. Fletcher went over numerous triage and safety issues he'd spotted starting with the fact that no one had on PPE (personnel protective equipment).