"Welcome! Welcome to City 38."

[Lone Wanderer <??"?]

//For those of you who don't know, I'm currently on a vacation for awhile, so, Unit 091 is currently in City 38 over in Canada to assist in reforming their NOVA division. This is just a story I'll be creating over the next week or so to describe what she's up to and the like. Just don't metagame this, yada yada all that jazz. Now, feel free to enjoy, or become a hater.


Chapter One; The Arrival.
     
     The rumbling of the train rolled along. The sound of the ever constant clanging of the wheels against the metal had become run into the mind of 091 ever since she’d left City 45. The short flight across what little water remained in the Atlantic Ocean was the only break she’d received of this loud, trampling of the metal train across the tracks as it zoomed across Europe, and then across what used to be Canada towards City 38. They were getting very close now, surely. Last she’d checked they were an hour away, and that seemed like ages ago. It didn’t matter anyways, though. The time she spent waiting upon the train gave her time to think, time to think about everything and anything. A million thoughts ran through her head. What would happen at this conference? How exactly was she to act, and where was her place in it all? What would happen once she returned to City 45? Would UED have killed away some of her friends, or would command positions swap around yet again? This and more ran wild in her thoughts as they pulled up to the station, a loud hiss emitting throughout the metallic structure of the train car. They’d finally arrived.
   

     “Welcome! Welcome to City 38. You have rather chosen, or be chosen, to relocate to this fine urban center”. The City’s Head Administrator, Doctor John Paulsen. They’d arrived at the same station the citizens came in through, and the broadcast echoed through the halls. 091 gave a brief sigh, snapping back to some sense of reality, and hoped off the train. She remained on her thought train, however, the conference running through her mind quickly yet again. She walked through the checkpoints, her slung bag over her shoulder, dangling along with her shotgun making a slight clang with every step she took. Units looked on when she passed, along with citizens. It wasn’t that often a new unit came in through the station, let alone one from way over in Romania. They simply looked on silently, looking with interest until she walked past, when they resumed their previous actions and conversations.   

     As 091 pushed through the double doors of the station, it was rather disappointing. The city was covered with a medium grey overcast, a slight drizzling raining down from the heavens. A few drips would smack against her faceplate every now and then, causing it to run along her eye sockets. The plaza held a similar bland style to City 45. Any real form of color had been dulled out, only slight shades off oranges, yellows, and browns apparent across the buildings. Propaganda supporting the Union was everywhere, however. Posters of Civil Protections agents lined the walls adjacent to images of Doctor Paulsen and Doctor Breen. Each poster, picture, and spray had its own Union symbol in the bottom left corner, certifying it.
   
     The citizens of the plaza appeared equally as bland as the building and posters that lined them. They wore the same blue uniforms, aside from the City 38 digits. They moped around in the same way, every now and then gathering the courage to speak to an officer about their day. Units patrolled in the standard way, walking about the plaza, batons out. The one thing different about this plaza was a lack of a Nexus. Then it occurred to 091. She truthfully had no idea where the city’s Nexus was. Two units were standing near the station’s entrance, and they didn’t look too busy. She approached them, asking where the building was located.

     “Down the street, take a left, walk a block, than take a right through the checkpoint. It’ll be in that plaza” a unit responded. He was an oh-three by the looks of it, around six feet tall. His uniform was rather worn, and had a slight limp in his left leg.

     “What are your digits and division, unit?” 091 proceeded to ask.

     “Er, 412, and oh-three of NOVA, ma’am.” He responded unsurely.

     091 glared at the unit from behind her mask, sliding her datapad off of her duty belt. She typed in on it, accessing the city’s database through the guest passcode she’d received in the information message prior to leaving City 45. She entered the unit’s information, looking it over briefly. ‘Received basic fracture treatment in left leg from Unit 772 one month ago’. 091 looked on with disappointment, seeing as how the unit’s leg clearly had not healed correctly. She placed her datapad back along her belt, giving a quick nod to the units in front of her.

     “Well, 412, I’ll be seeing you later, than."Without any further comments, she strolled off, following the instructions of the units to the Nexus. It wasn’t too long of a walk, only about seven minutes. The Nexus wasn’t anything to special, as it looked somewhat similar to the one in City 45. She began walking up the steps, entering the airlock. A recruit was waiting there, shaking ever so slightly, clearly lost in thought. 091 let out a strong, “Hello”, sending the recruit jumping with a slight squeal. Clearly shocked, he turned to her, speaking shakily, “Y-Yes, hello, si- I mean ma’am! What are yo-your digits?” She smirked behind her mask, holding back a chuckle as she looked upon the frightened recruit.

     “I’m 091 from City 45. I believe my quarters are with…321 of City 40?”

     The recruit pondered for a brief moment, giving a quick shaky nod in agreement. He hoisted her bag over his shoulder, grunting a bit as he did so. “C-Come with me, ma’am." She nodded, walking after the unit, when gun shots echoed through the plaza, followed by a shaky “E-Eleven ninety-n-nine…Officer needs…*cough*, assistance…” from the recruits radio. Screaming echoed through the plaza.

     "Day One, and someone already got shot…” 091 muttered as she rushed out of the airlock, looking for the injured unit…

[ReDrUm?´´?´°]

//Nice, it was a good read, keep it up. I might make one about 280's trip to City32 for a Forensics Case.

[kmp]

its strange for two cities to use the same divisions but other then that minor thing, good read

[Lone Wanderer <??"?]

Chapter Two; Disappointment.

     091 rushed down the open streets of the plaza, scanning quickly around to find the scene where the unit had been shot. All in all, it wasn’t too difficult, as citizens were trying to get away and other units were rushing closer. The unit had been shot next to a checkpoint, and was currently laying back against the metal wall. The citizen was clearly deceased, his head spread across the street before him. By the time 091 arrived next to the unit, there were only two units aside from the wounded one. Neither of them were in NOVA by comparing their armbands from the unit she’d met earlier. As 091 arrived at the unit’s side, he was covering a wound along his side, and had another gunshot wound about two inches below his left kneecap. One of the units was assisting the wounded unit in applying pressure to the side wound, while the other kept a watch for a medical unit or a brave citizen who may take some fool’s chance.


     “What’d he get shot with?” 091 asked as she slid into place next to the unit, unzipping her medical pouch along her bet as she went along.

     “Nine millimeter rounds, ma’am. He’s only wearing light Kevlar, though. I don’t know how deep they went, but he’s losing blood” the unit applying pressure quickly responded.

     091 gave a quick nod to notify him she acknowledged the report, sliding out a pressure patch from the left side of her belt. Giving it a quick flick to flip it out, she quickly moved it over to the side wound. The unit moved his hand away before 091 pushed the patch into place, sliding out the strap as she wrapped it around the wounded unit’s body, connecting it.

     “Alright, I’ll carry him. You lead me too your medbay” 091 turned and said to him. She slid one hand underneath the unit’s upper legs, placing her other underneath his shoulders and neck region. She hoisted the unit upward, giving off a slight grunt as she did so. The one unit started jogging off in the direction of the Nexus and 091 followed suit with the unit in her arms. The unit guarding the trio followed as well, jogging behind 091 as she went towards the Nexus.

     As the airlock doors raised open, a unit with one of the NOVA armbands was running towards the exit. The unit was about to run past the group before stopping, just outside the airlock. The unit looked about in a bit of confusion as the group walked on past, and then turned, following them along.


     The medbay was located on the ground level, and was about midway through the Nexus. Upon entering the medbay, 091 was a bit disappointed at its status. It appeared dirty, and unorganized. A few of the beds were poorly made, and the counters were cluttered with medical items that could and should have been stored away in proper closet and other containers. Two other NOVA units were currently there, leaning against one of the walls, chatting away. As walked in, however, their attention snapped over to her, simply looking on curiously.[/i]

     She set the unit down on the table, laying him out carefully. She looked down to her medical pouch, drawing out a pair of blue surgical gloves, sliding them on over her hands. The unit who was more than likely headed out to respond to the request rushed into the medbay, a little bit out of breath. The unit took a place next to 091. The unit appeared to be female, and around an average height. She was obviously in NOVA, given her armband and medical satchel along her belt. By the looks of her equipment and uniform, one could easily assume she was an oh-three, at least by City 45 standards.

     “I need you to setup an IV with type O negative blood, and hook it up to this unit. I also need you to bring up his medical history, and get be a scalpel” 091 quickly said to the unit at her side without so much as turning to acknowledge her. The unit stood there for a moment, as if studying the situation with a bit of shock at this new unit’s orders and conduct.

     “Well, go on! Move it!” 091 shouted at the female unit, causing her to jump a bit. Sure enough, she nodded shakily, going off and completing the requested steps from this new, strange oh-one. Meanwhile, 091 went to work at clearing away the injured unit’s uniform, especially around the gunshot wounds, with a pair of medical sheers from her pouch. Just like the unit had said earlier, a good amount of blood has been lost, and still was. She would need to work fast in order to save the unit.

     091 quickly turned her direct attention towards the side wound. It was causing the most bleeding, and was the greatest threat towards the unit’s life should it not be treated correctly. She cut through the strap of the pressure patch, placing it aside. After wiping some blood away, she finally got a good look at the wound itself. It had gone through the Kevlar, obviously, and the round was lodged into the unit’s side. By the looks of it, the bullet hadn’t made contact with any organs or bones, so that was good at least.

     091 quickly moved her hand over to the unit’s facemask, pressing in the button along the side of the helmet. A click emitted, followed by the hiss of the trapped air escaping from its prison. She slid the mask downwards, getting a good view of the unit’s face. He was surely unconscious, and wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon with all the loss of blood. No need to knock him out some more with the N2O. The female medical unit had placed a tray to her left, all the needed surgical equipment placed there. While they looked cleaned, they weren’t in all that great of condition. The scalpel’s blade looked dull, and the stitching thread was tangled and a bit ragged. Regardless, 091 went to work, doing the work she needed to do, with the tools she’d been given.

     
     Over the course of around twenty minutes, 091 managed to remove the rounds from the unit’s side and legs, stitch them up, and apply proper bandaging. All three NOVA units in the room simply looked on at the scene, not taking any real initiative to assist her in the procedure. After 091 had set the now fixed unit down on a bed, she turned to the units, a real feeling of disappointment upon her as she gazed upon them.

     “When he wakes up, prescribe eight days worth of a medium painkiller, and ten days worth of an antibiotic. Make sure he knows he needs to rest for at least four days before going back on duty” she told the trio in a stern tone as she headed for the doorway.

     “Oh, and I’ll be seeing you all in about an hour at the meeting” she informed them as she turned, walking out, heading towards her quarters…

Post Auto-Merged: August 09, 2012, 03:49:06 PMChapter Three: Warm-up Sessions.

    091 simply waited in her quarters after she’d fixed up the unit earlier. She simply at down on her bunk, looking at the wall, the ceiling, the floor. Thinking about what all would transpire at the meeting that was to occur in about an hour or so. Would units get demoted, shot, killed? All she could really think about was the unit leading this whole process, unit 137 out of City 27. Rumor was that he had killed his entire commanding staff because their performance was bad. Wasn’t that what they were here for? Because City 38’s medical division had a poor performance? Surely some unit in a body bag would be leaving today…


     It was around noon when the meeting was called out over the Nexus. All NOVA personnel were to report to the auditorium setup they had built deep inside the Nexus. 091 was wandering about the lower level when the announcement was made, so she simply needed to stroll down a few hallways to get there. Units rushed past her along the way, obviously trying to make a good impression by getting there as quick as they could. The meeting didn’t start for around ten minutes after the announcement was made, so there was really no need to rush.
     
     Upon entering the room, there was a large collection of units already there. A collection of around thirty some units were standing around in the center, some talking with others around them, still others scanning around the room, probably holding a strong sense of fear. Towards the opposite side of the room from the door was the stage setup, a podium in place there. An elite unit stood to the right of the podium, talking with another unit in a commanding uniform, more than likely unit 137. 091 sighed briefly, making her way to the left side of the crowd of units along the floor. She took her place against the wall, next to some oh-two.

     “You must be 091” the oh-two said calmly, turning his gaze to her, “I’m unit 012, from City 40.”

     “Nice to meet you, 012” 091 respectfully responded. She continued to scan about the room, looking over the various units as she went along, every now and then stealing another glance at unit 137 on stage. More units were coming in now, numbering somewhere around forty-five. Unit 012 shuffled a bit, giving a brief sigh. He was probably just as nervous as 091 was, and if anything, he probably knew less about the whole thing than she. For around five minutes, they stood in silence, waiting as the units got into position, the meeting coming to a start.

     
     After ten minutes had passed since the announcement, around fifty units stood in the auditorium. Some continued to chatter, while others looked around nervously, waiting for this thing to begin. 137 moved center stage, drawing out his sidearm from his belt. A quiet flick of the safety emitted by the gun, followed by three shots into the ceiling above. They echoed throughout the room, everyone going silent and turning to him.[/i]

     “Welcome!” he boomed across the room, “Welcome to City 38’s NOVA development program! I am unit 137 of City 27, and I am in charge here. Due to recent failures in your division’s performance, we have been called in to fix the entirety of it all.”

     He paced around the stage a bit, twirling his pistol about on is fingers as he spoke to the crowd. He held a loud, but generally charismatic tone as he spoke. The units in the room had their eyes locked on him, getting a feel of what this was all going to be like.

     “So, before we get going, how about we do a bit of a warm-up?” he questioned the crowd, turning to them. After a brief moment of silence, where a few units looked to each other in a curious manner as to what 137 had meant, a shot echoed out, and a unit collapsed.

     “You” he pointed and said to the unit next to the one he had shot, “Fix him.”

     The units around the room were clearly in shock as their companion fell to the floor, grasping onto his left leg. The oh-three he was pointing at stood at to the left of the collapsed unit, and was noticeably shaking. After a few moments of remaining in that state, he fell down onto his knees next to his comrade, going to work.

     “Hmm…” 137 pondered as he turned his gaze around the room, looking for another victim. After a few mere seconds, a quick ‘Aha’ came before another shot, and another downed unit. He gave a similar order, the unit to the injured one’s left dropped down, going to work as well.

     “Let’s see, we gotta have at least one more…” he said as he gazed around the room once more. His eyes locked onto the side of the room 012 and 091 were located, and the unit smirked behind his mask.

     “Think fast, 012” he said, firing a round into 091’s leg. She dropped down slightly onto her knee, bending down a bit from the shot. She gave a slight sigh in pain, reaching down to apply some pressure to the shot. It had connected about two inches above her right kneecap, and hadn’t gone all the way through. She slumped down against the wall, 012 quickly unzipping his medical pouch and taking a knee next to her.

     The wound wasn’t particularly dangerous, and wasn’t bleeding too badly. 091 ripped back her trench coat slightly, pulling aside the Kevlar along her leg. She wiped away what blood was there, while 012 grabbed a few tools out of his pouch, rather quickly compared to the other two conducting similar operations.

     “Alright move your hand” he said to 091, holding a small knife in his hand tightly. 091 slid her hand upwards, taking in a deep breath of air as 012 created a small incision along her leg. 091 winced in pain, emitting a quiet, shaky breath. 012 set the knife aside, grabbing a set of tweezers, flipping them around. He lowered the tool downwards into the wound, careful to avoid contact with the flesh along the way. In a very precise, and careful manner, he gently grabbed hold on the round, sliding it out slowly. It came out with a slight ‘pop’, followed by a little pool of blood forming inside the wound.

     “Alright, it’s out. Here, wipe some of that blood up while I get some stitches prepped” he informed her as he went back to digging in his medical satchel. 091 tore off a piece of her torn trench coat, dabbing it in the blood along the wound, cleaning away what she could before 012 turned back. He held a set of black stitches, the sharp thread already prepared. 091 retracted her hand, causing 012 to give a thankful nod before tracing a quick line along the site. Then, he slid the thread through her skin, causing her to wince slightly with every entry and tug of the thread. After around thirty seconds, he snapped the thread, tying it into place.

     “There ya’ go. Go ahead and throw some biogel on it” he told her as he tossed her a full vial of biogel. She quickly twisted the cap off, rubbing a tiny amount along her hands before rubbing it over the stitches. She put the cap back on, extending it to 012 with a brief nod of thanks. She grabbed onto 012’s arm, pulling herself up to get a view of the two other units who’d been shot as well. Sure enough, they were still working away, still treating. She sighed, resting her head back against the wall.

     “This is going to be a long session…”