Thread: Conway Robotic Tech.

Dreams where like rare and beautiful things that came for Steven. Rarely did they make sense or hold any real message. Most the time they weren't even dreams at all. Just nightmares with no real rhyme or reason. Yet this one was relaxing to the literal zenith. There he was laying in a button up Hawaiian shirt, with a pair of cargo shorts, while suspended in a hammock on the beach. Sipping sweet liquor from a coconut and enjoying the swaying motion the breezed caused with him hanging over the sand below. All this with an amazing sunset while the roar of the ocean waves came in ... it had to be heaven. The young maintenance worker would be so shrouded in sleep that upon the entire building shaking with an earth shattering explosion, the male completely forgot his nirvana while flying to the floor of his room. Now with back to nightstand and right leg up on the bed, the male would have his still holstered pistol pointed towards the bed room door. Panting for a second and looking around with a bit of unsure confusion, Mr. Gosser came to hear the alarms blaring down the corridors and even in some rooms. His own had been 'altered' after one fire drill. Instead of removing or damaging the speaker, he had turned it down just enough to still wake him but not enough to make his already mild tendentious worst. Crap... I hope this is only a drill... Scurrying to his clothing discarded near the bed room entrance, Steven would search for his data pad. Sure enough his presence was needed outside in the testing area. An accident had happened. Something resulting in a blast bad enough that even the few trained first responders where needed. Seeing it'd be quicker to throw on his dirty cloths instead of moving everything to another jumpsuit, Steven came to be standing back in his dark blue jumpsuit. Once his boots where tied and laces tucked in, this tall male would move to grab a different back from near the front door. This pack happened to be a large duffel bag with a half dozen side pockets, on every side also had an age old symbol. A white red cross in a white circle. Trauma kit...ugh...heavy... but check. Straining while getting the massive carrying strap over his shoulder, the male came to check over the area once more before heading out his door. Turning is data pad on and following the colored map, Mr. Gosser was dashing around people. Several where talking about just hearing the blast while protected inside of the well. Many more where rushing to get home, simply wanting to head away from the outside. Turning down a hallway before hitting an access door to the more sensitive areas of the complex, Steven knew a short cut or two to get to the testing grounds. Down a ladder here, threw a crawl area there, then finally one long outer perimeter wall before finding himself coming out in what looked like a loading area with it's main door open to the testing area. Several people had already been carted, pull and drug in before getting treated. Since they where ambulatory, alert and showing no signs of breathing problems... Steven continued out of the main bay door to find the scene before him. Fire covered the sandy testing area, pieces of random metal where scattered all over and near the edge of the testing area happened to be a massive boundary designed to stop and catch anything that could go out into the city near the complex. But it didn't look promising from his side of things. While moving around the area, Steven would have enough sense to put on a respirator. After a few seconds of finding a path threw the debris and flaming pieces of metal, Gos would find an unconscious male laying on his side. First thing to notice would be the white lab coat as Steven would quickly check for breathing then any signs of bleeding. With the steady rise and fall of the man's chest he'd look the doctor over while giving a soft pat down. Hey man, I'm not coping a feel here... just checking to make sure you're alright... I'm Steven, if you can hear me please respond... if not I'll do everything I can to help... With the end of his sentence he'd wait a breath while seeing the doc was completely out of it and unresponsive to verbal communication. Checking to make sure the male was breathing and did have a pulse, A soft pressing pair of fingers would come to the man's wrist while watching for the rise and fall of the white coat wearing man. Thinking his hearing could be damaged from the explosion, Steven came take a pocket light out and turn it on to look into the ear facing up. Careful not to move the neck, the entire time. Seeing blood seeping out he'd nod a little. Perforated, great... Moving to his bag near them, Steven came to put on a pair of nitrate gloves before scooping out a neck brace. With gloves on and adrenaline coming down, Steven would carefully move to immobilize the man's neck. Looking up and around the scene at this point he'd curse noticing something similar to a hydrogen tank sitting in a pool of burning fuel. Not wanting to wait and find out if it was going to blow, Steven would throw his bag on before leaning down to scoop up on the doc's arms. I'm sorry if this hurts, but we need to go... now... Grunting and cursing while half dragging the smaller male and his bag, Steven would reach the inside of the loading area as another surge of adrenaline dumped into his system about the time that same tank he'd been feet from erupted. Inside of proper cover and laying the unknown male down he'd notice several of the still up right and treating crew workers around him came to pause and stare. Looking back to his impromptu patient, the technician would notice a small amount of blood from the doc's leg now, he'd groan out almost instantly to the male in the neck brace. Moving to get a better look, Steven began to cut away at the doc's pants and went about putting a pair of pressure dressings around either side of a small jutting metal fragment in the side of the calf. Once placed and tight another dressing came to wrap around the object and dressings to hold still. The next wrap would be tighter but still enough to get two fingers in to the wrap. Now worried the doc he'd never seen or meet before might be harmed else where from this accident a bit more attention to detail was given to checking the patient over, this time with mask off and placed in his bag. With no other noticeable wounds, Mr. Gosser came back to the leg wound and found some blood had managed to stain the outer layer. Taking another pressure dressing he'd wrap right over the old ones. Once more nice and tight without cutting off circulation. After all the man needed to have a foot once the real EMTs could get him to the hospital. Almost one cue, a team of fire fighters would start rushing out to fight the blaze near the loading area's main roll up door. As a few minutes turned into fifteen, the first aid trained male would start handing out supplies to everyone working on one wound or another. Pausing to yell at a fool wanting to put a belt on a doc's arm for a mild cut. Reassuring another who happened to catch some glass in the face. And finally gently pulling another away from a rather burned person who was trying to force CPR upon a burnt corpse. You did everything you could... it's alright... just... focus on getting some air... head inside... follow these men... It was a heaven send when the professionals showed up... or so he thought. Moving back towards his first patient... Steven would motion over one particular male that was carrying a fold up gurney. Non-ambulatory, perforated ears and foreign object in left calf... unconscious and can't seem to bring him around... got him out before a hydrogen tank blew. Pausing to breath and look at the fire fights as the EMT began to unfolding the gurney. ... Didn't know if his neck was hurt so the neck brace is on, should we get a stretcher board instead? After a few seconds the EMT would say 'no' before stopping and pointing down with a stunned look to the doctor's name tape. Holy - A string of non-polite curses would come out of Steven's mouth for several seconds as he'd look at a more then likely younger brother to the man he'd meet just that morning. Another Conway Heir. I swear to god, if I meet another today I'm going to get fired... The EMT would shake his head to Steven's comment. I think you'll be fine man... Lets get him on the gurney and out of here... A few people would think saving a rich person could be a rewarding concept. But Steven found the idea gut wrenching in simple-concept. It meant the guy would go two directions. Thank him and be done with it or give unwanted attention. He really hoped a simple verbal thanks would be all that came out of it. Badly. Unwanted attention always lead to bad things for Mr. Gosser. Once this slightly taller and stockier Conway was on the Gurney, Steven came to find the EMT's attention to the company heir was priority. Leading Gurney and Steven to an ambulance parked a few loading bays away on the outer perimeter wall. The laborer would turn to try and get another person in and hop out but the doors seemed to close before he had the chance. What the hell? Turning back the EMT was already trying to administer an I.V. But was noticeably to low on the forearm. You're not going to get a vein their... and why am I being brought along... I'm fine... let someone else go with Mr. Conway here. Steven tried to reason. The still un-named guy wearing an EMT outfit would shrug for a minute before motioning for Steven give the I.V. Are you kidding me? Glaring now, Gos would take it before grunting about the baby face not knowing what he's doing. Turning and ducking out of the rear of the ambulance, the male would leave the two in the back. Just Gos and Mr. Conway now. With a lurch the vehicle took off signalling the younger EMT was taking them directly to the hospital's ER. With needle in and med-tape on the I.V. to hold it in, Steven would check the saline solution to make sure a slow but constant flow was getting in. Clicking the bag up onto a holding arm, This over worked and under paid worker came to find an old rhythm of checking the man's vitals and making minor adjustments. Breathing was stable, Pulse was level, Blood wasn't soaking threw the bandage and he was somewhat stationary... Yet still not conscious. With the sudden feel of the vehicle coming to a rather quick stop, the back end of the vehicle would fly open as the bright light of the sun behind the ER workers came to fill his senses. Non-ambulatory, perforated ears and foreign object in left calf...Unconscious and unable to respond... Otherwise stable... Blurting out the same facts he told the EMT the first time around Steven would hold a nitrate gloved hand up to try and see who was hopefully taking the man from his care.