Early in the morning, Kevlan Sharr sets out in his sled, the _Teesa Narie_,
to seek out a new claim for the cutting, since his last black claim has
petered out. He closes in on a promising-looking and surprisingly attractively
green valley amongst the hills, and noses the sled down, to look for a landing
spot. But, much to his astonishment, the sled's controls freeze up for no
apparent reason - and as the sled crashes, Kevlan is tossed about mercilessly
in his sled. His right shoulder is wrenched out of its socket, and he faints
across the controls. Much later, regaining consciousness, a dazed Kevlan
slaps on the emergency beacon on his sled, realizing he is incapable of
flying the _Teesa_ back in. Meanwhile, back at the Heptite Guild, on the
Hangar floor....

A warning claxon goes off and a bland voice announces that Kevlan has turned 
  on the emergency beacon for his sled.

Kilanjth emerges from the ready room with purpose.
Kilanjth frowns, "I heard a claxon."

Samira descends from the catwalk.

Dalyc descends from the catwalk.
Dalyc follows Samira closely.

Jerrik frowns up at the display, and doesn't seem to immediately notice the 
  recruit as he quickly adjusts several controls. "I can't get a fix on him, 
  Corbin," he calls over his shoulder, and the lead hanger tech growls.

Samira looks to Corbin and Kil, "What's up? Who's coming in?"

Reef descends from the catwalk.

Samira motions the recruits to one side as she confers with Jerrick and 
  Corbin.
Samira says "Who's out."

Dalyc moves quietly out of the way, observing with wide eyes.

Kilanjth shrugs, "I have no clue." She stands out of the way, though.

Samira looks at the recruits, "Stay sharp, people.."

Jerrik, as several onlookers gather, catches motion out of the corner of his 
  eye, and glances up at last, clearly not having heard any of the prior 
  discussion. Focusing on Samira, he says, "CS Kevlan Sharr has activated his 
  emergency beacon, ma'am."

Kilanjth just hopes the symbiont doesn't hit her at a crytical point.

Samira says "What's the met report? Did he get hit by a storm?"

Dalyc's face has a look of concern for the well-known singer Kevlan.

Reef can be heard to mutter "I'll lay odds he wrecked the cutter again."

Jerrik frowns up at the display again, and shakes his head. "Weather's clear 
  tonight, ma'am. Has been all day, he's been out since early morning."

Kilanjth just sits still, watching, trying to make sense out of what's being 
  said, not quite sure what exactly is going on.

Samira . o O (as long as he doesn't crash into the JPF, he's okay)

Dalyc looks over to Kilanjth and whispers "I think Singer Kevlan is having 
  problems."

Jerrik, as a repair crew assembles at Corbin's bellowed command, snaps his 
  gaze up and reports, "Got him, sir. Narrowed in on the signal."

Kilanjth eyes Dalyc, whispering back, "I know that, but what is the 
  question..."

Samira stays out of the professionals way but kind of tiptoes to see the 
  display.

Corbin nods firmly, and orders the repair crew to get a recovery vehicle out.

Dalyc nods expressively to Kilanjth, her face concerned.

Fortunately, it doesn't take more than a short wait before the recovery team 
  returns, with the battered _Teesa Narie_ in tow. Jerrik promptly joins the 
  repair crew, and pounds on the door of the sled, yelling, "Galahad! Hey, 
  Galahad, boy, talk to us?"

Kevlan steps out from the cramped interior of the airsled.
Kevlan pushes open the door with his left arm, and lurches unsteadily out. 
  "'Bout... 'bout time... you guys caught on... "

Kilanjth eyes the devstated sled and the hurt singer, awaiting instructions 
  from hangar personnel for any help to be rendered.

Jerrik flicks the young Singer a darkly concerned glance, and he and another 
  tech catch Kevlan before he crumples to his knees. "Here, hold on, boy, you 
  need a medic... "

Kevlan mumbles something confused-sounding and lets out a hiss of pain as the 
  other tech grabs his right arm.

Jerrik frowns, and lets his coworker steady Sharr while he and several other 
  techs get to work on the sled. But he keeps glancing worriedly at the boy.

Kevlan blinkblinks as he becomes aware of the crowd of onlookers; looking 
  embarrassed, he blushes.

Dalyc edges back closer to the wall and her brow furrowed with anxiety.

Kilanjth just smiles encouragingly at Kevlan.

The remaining tech immediately leans the Singer against his battered sled, 
  while another tech, a woman, gets on the communit. "Medic to the hangar 
  floor, medic to the hangar floor."

Kevlan mumbles, "Mah... mah cutter... "

Jerrik, emerging from the sled, smiles ruefully at the onlookers as he 
  reports to Corbin, attracting a wide-eyed worried glance from the Singer, 
  "She's battered, sir, and her landing gear is going to need some work. But we 
  can do it in a matter of a few hours." Corbin nods satisfiedly, and the 
  hangar techs go about the job.

A medic comes briskly into view, and the techs clear the way for her as she 
  approaches the Singer. She smiles quietly, kneeling down by Kevlan, and 
  checking him over with professional quickness. "Talk to me, Singer. What 
  happened?"

Kevlan blinkblinks foggily. "Ah... Ah hit *ow!* mah shoulder, ma'am... when 
  Ah crashed... "

Some of the hangar techs exchange surprised-sounding mutters. "Galahad 
  crashed?" "In _his_ sled? She purrs like a kitten!" "Weird... "

Kilanjth smiles softly at some of the comments, still hanging back as ordered.

Reef ventures near the sled to see how securely the cutter was stowed, and if 
  it needs work.

The medic, her hands steady and her voice kind, murmurs an encouragement to 
  the Singer as she concocts a temporary sling for his right arm. "This should 
  hold you, Singer, until we can get you down to the Infirmary. We don't want 
  you moving that arm."

Kevlan smiles raggedly, and mumbles something that sounds like, "Ain't... 
  *gasp* plannin' on it, ma'am... "

Kilanjth smiles weakly, not wanting to imagine how painful that is from how 
  it looks.

Dalyc is watching Kevlan's reactions more closely now.

Kevlan bites his lip, his lean face paling a little as the medic secures the 
  sling about his arm. He nods heavily, as the medic asks him if he thinks he 
  can stand.

The medic asks briskly, "Can someone help me escort this man to the 
  Infirmary, please?"

Reef frowns, not seeing the cutter. "If he left it in the Ranges..."

Kevlan shoots a startled glance to the cutter tech. "Ah... *cough*... got it 
  right here... "

Reef says "You *what*?"

Kevlan weakly nods at the cutter on its strap, on his left and unslinged 
  shoulder.

Kilanjth smiles, stepping forward, "I'll help. Just tell me what to do."

Reef takes the cutter from the Singer, carefully. "I'll have it fixed up and 
  stored for you. Though I should use it to take your head. Didn't you learn 
  *anything* about taking care of it?"

The medic arches her eyebrows, and says, "Well, you don't need that in the 
  Infirmary, Singer." She glances at the cutter tech, and peers a little more 
  closely at him to register his identity. "Hannet, can you inspect the thing 
  for him?"

Kevlan cringes a little, and turns crimson as the medic inserts smoothly, 
  "You can harangue him _after_ his shoulder has been repaired, tech Hannet." 
  As one of the recruits steps forward, she nods and instructs, "Here, help me 
  support him."

Kevlan glances from medic to cutter tech in mortification.

Reef nods to the medic, and walks off with the cutter.

Kilanjth helps the medic support Kevlan as she is shown.

Dalyc follows Kilanjth unsure what else to do.

The medic assists Kevlan to his feet, and directs Kilanjth to the Singer's 
  right side. "Watch the sling, recruit. Now, Singer, you know the way, you're 
  too new to have forgotten yet. Slow and easy, let's go."

Kevlan, evidently driven mute with embarrassment, allows himself to be led 
  off, while the hangar techs working on his sled watch him go worriedly.
Kevlan ducks into the ready room, escaping from the swirling wind.

Kilanjth nods and keeps away fromt he sling, carefully. She helps guide them 
  out, knowing where the infirmary is from the visits she's done.
Kilanjth ducks into the ready room, escaping from the swirling wind.

Dalyc looks after Kilanjth and follows quietly.
Dalyc ducks into the ready room, escaping from the swirling wind.

Reef climbs the metal stairs to the catwalk on the western wall.

[The medic, and the two recruits Kilanjth and Dalyc, escort the wounded
 Kevlan to the Infirmary.]

Dalyc follows quietly.

Kilanjth nods and keeps away from the sling, carefully. She helps guide them 
  out, knowing where the infirmary is from the visits she's done.

Kevlan, hobbling between the medic and the recruit, grits his teeth as he 
  walks.

Dalyc slips back out of the way, wishing she could help, but not wanting to 
  be in the way.

Kevlan bites back a tiny groan as he is assisted into the medical area.

Kilanjth eyes the medic, "Trauma? Or just the infirmary? I don't think it's 
  bad enough for the trauma center, but I'm not a medic, either.

The medic says briskly, "Dislocated shoulder, we can take him to the 
  Infirmary. I'll have to find an available tech to tend him, we've got our 
  hands full with your class coming down with the sickness, recruit." She 
  smiles, though, and adds to Kevlan, "You should learn to carry that shield of 
  yours a little higher, Galahad."

Kevlan blushes, as he is led on.

Kilanjth grins at the medic's words, wondering when she will sicken, herself, 
  and helps support Kevlan into the infirmary.

The woman eases the Singer into a chair, and eyes the two recruits levelly. 
  "Hrmm. I'm going to have to find another tech, you two can keep an eye on him 
  if you wish, it'll help. Please excuse me, all of you." She includes a warm 
  smile to Kevlan with that last, and then turns to stride off.

Kevlan grimaces, sinking back in the chair.

Kilanjth nods and finds a chair, sitting in it near Kevlan. She smiles softly 
  to him, "So... what did you do wrong?"

Kevlan swallows hard. "Wh... what?"

Kilanjth smiles, "How did you get hurt and damage your sled? Was up in Met 
  when a claxon went off."

Kevlan frowns vaguely. "Ah... Ah was lookin' for a place t' land... "

Kilanjth nods, frowning. "Must have been a bad place...

Kilanjth
A youngish appearing woman in her upper teens or lower twenties. Her golden 
  brown hair is styled simply, pulled back in a pony tail and extremely bright 
  green eyes glance back at you, probably contacts or medically augmented. She 
  is in a snugly fitting generic jump suit that is light gray in color, with 
  some patterns in a dim blue-gray (bright gray with patterns of light 
  blue-gray for vision enhanced personnel). She stands near 170 centimeters 
  tall and is in good shape.

Kevlan closes his eyes, looking somewhat confused. "No... it was kinda green 
  and purty... "

Kilanjth frowns, "The landing site?"

Kevlan nods heavily, his mouth twisting as he instinctively clutches at his 
  shoulder.

Kilanjth shrugs, "Whatever. Probably had to have been there."
Kilanjth smiles at you, "Though I think I wouldn't have liked to have been 
  there, personally. I don't have your recuperative powers yet."

Kevlan seems a little troubled under his daze, but he grins muzzily. "Mah 
  fingers grew back," he mumbles.

Kilanjth nods, "And so will your arm heal back." SHe frowns slightly, "Just 
  don't know when I'm going to get sick.."

Kevlan blinkblinks as if recalling the significance of what the medic had 
  said, and he glances blearily between the two recruits. "Y'all... gittin' 
  sick, now?"

Kilanjth smiles softly and nods, "About one half of us have come down with 
  the symbiont sickness."

Kevlan ohs, and then mumbles slurrily, "B... Berni sick? She was... awful 
  worried... "

Kilanjth nods, "Yes.. I was there when Berni got sick. Helped her until the 
  medics got there and she fell unconscious."

Kevlan frowns vaguely, and automatically tries to get up, mumbling, 
  "Wheresheat... "

Kilanjth says "No you don't. Sit back down." She pushes carefully at your 
  chest. "Stay right there til a medic comes."

Morgan walks softly from the lift area.
Morgan sighs, "What have you done to yourself now Kevlan?"

Kilanjth smiles at Morgan, "This one is being a bit uncooperative."

Kevlan blinkblinks foggily as the recruit nudges him back into his chair, and 
  then blinks again, up at Morgan. He blushes, and clutches at his shoulder 
  reflexively. "*gasp* Ah... Ah tore mah s-shoulder up, ma'am.... "

Morgan nods and examines his shoulder, "What were you doing?"

Kilanjth steps out of the way and grins softly.

Kevlan frowns a little, vaguely, and seems slightly troubled for some reason. 
  "Tryin'... t' land mah sled... ma'am... "

Morgan nods and gives Kevlan an analgesic, "That should decrease the pain 
  somewhat, your symbiont can't do everything."

Kevlan's eyes drift shut, and he starts to relax before his eyes suddenly fly 
  open again, and he blurts, "Berni! Th-they said... Berni's here, Miz Morgan 
  ma'am... "

Morgan nods, "She came down the other day."

Kilanjth smiles, "She's fine, Kevlan. She's in the best hands possible."

You say "C'n... *gasp* Ah see 'er? She was real worried, don't... want her... 
  frettin'..."

Morgan, now that the analgesic has had time to take effect, takes hold of 
  Kevlan's shoulder. "Let's get you sorted out first."

Kilanjth smiles softly, just watching for now, nodding a little.

Kevlan swallows, and stares perplexedly as his shoulder is relocated, with a 
  small *pop*. "Didn't hurt," he mumbles.

Kevlan's gaze seems to get a little bit of alertness, and he lets out a shaky 
  breath.

Kilanjth smiles at Kevlan, softly, yet encouragingly as she sees him looking a 
  bit more... there.

Morgan carefully eases his shoulder back into place and reaches for some 
  bindings to keep it in place till it heals.

Kilanjth smiles, "That's the best way."

Morgan says "There that should do, just be careful not to jar it, You can see 
  Bernadette now if you wish."

Kevlan awkwardly tries to clamber to his feet. "When c'n Ah fly 'gain, 
  ma'am...?"

Kilanjth grins and shakes her head some.

Morgan smiles, "Soon, but not for a few days I'd say, come back in a day or two 
  and get a medic to check you out."

Kilanjth grins, "And beware of green, pretty landing spots." She giggles softly.

Morgan looks at her medical unit quickly, "I have to go, Scuse me."
Morgan has left.

Kilanjth nods to Morgan.

Kevlan nods earnestly to Morgan, and mumbles under his breath, "Cain't 
  understan' it... "

Kilanjth smiles, "Well, I'm sure you can figure it out later."

Kevlan blinks. "Wha...? Oh... " He grips at his shoulder a little, and with 
  only a bit of a slur remaining in his voice, he adds, "Where's Berni at...?"

Kilanjth smiles, "Room 4. I've looked in on her before."
Kilanjth stands close by, in case you need some help.

Kevlan seems mostly steady enough, as he wobbles off in the indicated direction.

Kilanjth smiles, and sort of follows you out, not intending on going to the 
  sick rooms though.

[Kevlan and Kilanjth go to the New Arrivals cooridor.]

Kevlan pauses at the door to room 4, looking in shyly. "She... she mus' be 
  sleepin'... "

Kilanjth nods, "Probably. Either asleep or so sedated she might as well be."

Kevlan nods groggily.

Morgan comes into the wing wanting to see a new guild member.
Morgan smiles, "Another one down."

Kevlan scrubs a hand across his eyes, and blinkblinks vaguely at Morgan. 
  "What'd you say, ma'am?"

Kilanjth just blinks and looks at Morgan uncomprehendingly.

Morgan wheels in a collapsable gurney. As she approaches her patient, Morgan 
  expands the gurney to its full configuration. To ensure it not collapsing 
  with a patient on board, she flips a lever beneath the bed.

This is a long medical gurney. It is made of strong, light metal alloy cover in 
  a soft mattress. The wheels are attached with shocks to prevent the jarring 
  of a patient riding on it. Dalyc is lying down on the gurney.
Carrying:
Dalyc

From the gurney, Dalyc mumbles something quietly to herself.."Sim...didn't make 
  it back yet.

Dalyc
A tiny brunette looks back at you with large green eyes. Although size and 
  appearance suggest softness and frailty, there is a quiet strength about the 
  girl that speaks of hard work and a fire behind her eyes that looks for a 
  chance to express itself. Her deep emerald overall appears to be a size too 
  large and gives the suggestion that she is hiding in it rather than wearing 
  it. Her eyes appear to be wandering as if she no longer knows which way is 
  up. Her face is creased with pain.
Carrying:
Master Claim Object(#3962Vh)
DataPad for Dalyc

Morgan moves the gurney into room 3, "I wouldn't worry Dalyc, those simulators 
  are tough."

Kilanjth's nearly ever present smile fades almost completely away, seeing Dalyc 
  on the gurney.

Morgan presses a lever on the bottom of the gurney, resulting in it collapsing 
  into a manageable size. She is then able by dint of a rather amazing show of 
  strength, pick it up.
Morgan enters Room 3 for more tests and prescribed rest.

Kevlan looks askance at Dalyc's figure on the gurney, and looks suddenly 
  tireder.

Kilanjth sighs softly, "Not many of us left..."

You say "Maybe Ah better... better go lay down..."

Kilanjth nods, "Never a bad thing, rest... May go get some myself."

Kevlan smiles groggily, and wanders back out, mumbling vague thanks in your 
  direction.

[Kevlan retires to his quarters. End log.]