With the due diligence of a trained professional, Kah'liss sets to work.  First, Stabilize.  Stabilized.  Second, Administer first aid.  Administering.  Third, treat the most serious of the wounds...
    The hiss of weapons fire brings Kah'liss to full awareness of his surroundings.  He looks over at the now charred form of the prisoner.  *blink*  *blink*  "Under what conditions might one been possessed to kill an unarmed and potentiall useful prisoner.  More over, why would one /murder/ a person who was no longer a threat?"  He turn to gaze upon the only person with a raised weapon.  "Your prejudices will get you killed one day."  The need of his patients then overrides his other desires and he immediately returns to his work.
    Brenon's eyes fall upon Kah'liss at the comment, "Your prejudices will get you killed one day", Brenon promptly replies, "And your ignornace will buy yours fool..."
     Zhirrzh returns from the bridge holding a vial of solvaway. Things had settled down. The enemy had been stopped, weapon systems would be back online momentarily, and they had a prisoner. Now they might be able to get a few answers. His eagerness to question the Vrusk, painfully if necessary, is evident in his step. Walking through the airlock he stops cold in front of a growing pool of blood that hadn't been there when he left. He follows it back to the source which seems to be a large hole in the Vrusk's chest. Confusion clouds Zhirrzh's vision. He looks at the Vrusk, then Rolgar, then back to the Vrusk. Then the confusion is then replaced by another, more violent, emotion.
    "What Qu'vatlh did that?!!" Zhirrzh yells, so angry he results to Yazirian for some of the more appropriate words. "What todsah tahqeq killed our khestn' prisoner?!!"
    Enraged, Brenon turns to address all present. "DID ANYONE EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND TO REMOVE THE BUGS HEADSET? HOW MUCH INFORMATION DOES THE ENEMY HAVE NOW? HUH? YOU THINK THEY HAVE A ROUGH NUMBER NOW OF HOW MANY OF US ARE LEFT? THINK THEY KNOW OUR LOCATION?", Brenon points to the Vrusk he shot, "THE BUG WAS SPEAKING INTO HIS HEADSET, I SERIOUSLY DOUBT HE WAS SINGING LULLABYS TO HIS CAPTAIN!!!" Brenon then lowers his voice..... "I suggest everyone keep on their toes, there are high possibilities NOW that the enemy knows where we're at and how many we are..,  we should move from this location..."
        Kah'liss continues his attentions as he replies, "Probabilities suggest that we would have only gained an additional 2 to 5 minutes without him relaying information.  That would be the length of dead air that the Cruiser would have needed to determine that we had killed all of their boarding party, regardless of communication or not.  Noted also is the over abundance of Stunners lying about the floor.  Appropriate application of said item would have accomplished the same effect, but with a surviving prisoner."  He then shrugs, "However, as this is more a military situation than a science or medical ... it is reasonable to assume that  the military personnel have a better handle on the current potential counterbalances than the Doctor."
    He adds as an afterthought, "Telgar and Reliegh will have to remain here while I attend to them, until I am certain that movement will be safe for both of them."
    Zhirrzh watches the exchange between Brenon and Kah'liss, his hand clenching and unclenching on his holstered pistol. Every fiber in Zhirrzh screams for blood. A growl begins building deep in his chest. The rumble grows steadily louder until he finally throws his head back and roars.
    Slowly, he forces his hand away from the pistol and begins taking long, slow breathes. The red haze across his vision begins to clear. He turns and focuses on Stu. Pulling the solvaway out of his pocket, he tosses it at the navigator and gives a curt, "Free him."
     He turns again and allows his gaze to lock on Brenon. "A stunner would have been sufficient. You could have pulled his legs off before killing him for all I cared, but only /after/ I had gotten what I wanted."
     He pauses to stare at Brenon for a moment longer and then addresses Kah'liss. "Let me know the minute they can be moved, /Vrusk/." The insult is evident in his tone. Turning, he stalks back to the bridge.
    Brenon addresses Zhirrzh's back, "You know damn well EVERY second counts in times like these and a stunner wasn't....quickly....available. I won't explain my actions ANY further, what I did was for the betterment of the group. And where the hell are you going? Are we going to further divide our team so you can get a pretty view of the stars? I agree we do need a look from the bridge but for now I think we need to stick together....."." Brenon then looks to Kah'liss, "Will the wounded die if they are moved? If not, we need to get our asses out of here. "
    Zhirrzh stops, his back rigid. For a brief moment, a memory replaces his anger.
 
    Zhirrzh lowers his magnigoggles and looks at his friend. "I estimate about ten guards. They're using an overlapping, split time rotation, so that's the best I can figure."
    "Yea, looks like it to me as well. You call it in, I'm gonna move in for a little closer look."
    Zhirrzh slides slightly down the hill a little ways and keys his chronocom as his companion moves off.
    "Base, this is scout team Cha'. We've located the supply depot and estimate ten guards. The coordinates are..."
    An explosion shakes the ground next to Zhirrzh. Dirt and debris are hurled in every direction as Zhirrzh is thrown back to the top of the hill. Confused and bleeding, he struggles to his feet. A moment later and something collides with him, sending him and it rolling down the hill immediately before he hears another explosion. Zhirrzh comes to a rest at the bottom of the hill, dazed and still confused. He raises his head and sees a large hole at the top of the hill where he had been standing. Faintly, in the distance, he hears the growing hum of a jetcopter. He watches as it crests some trees and begins to fire on the supply depot below.
    He feels a hand placed on his shoulder. "You gonna make it?"
    Zhirrzh looks up to see his comrade staring back at him. Awareness and understanding flood back into him. "Are you a complete idiot?" Zhirrzh demands. "That last explosion couldn't have gone off more than a second after you hit me. We could have both been killed. What the hell were you thinking?"
    "I wasn't thinking," Brenon answers. "If I had took time to think, you would have been dead. Sometimes you just can't afford the luxury. Every second counts in times like these."
     Zhirrzh feels his anger deflate. Brenon may actually have been right to kill the Vrusk. In any event, they didn't have time to argue about it.
    "Brenon is right. If Telgar and Raleigh are stable enough to move, then we move."

    Raleigh sits up, pain shooting throughout his body, totally ignoring
the pain killers Kahliss had administered moments before.
    Catching the tail end of the argument he realizes that things could
probably have gone better after he blacked out.
    With only a hoarse whisper, he beckons Zhirrzh and Brennon down to his
level.  Once ther, Raleigh takes a deep breath and removes the headset
from his ear and hands it to whichever takes it first.
    Whincing with each breath, he mutters softly...
    "They dont know that we won yet...<wince>
I heard them say,
  "Control, looks like we've wrapped this up...Stand by..."

  and...

  'roger, what's your status...'

  and then...

"....Repeat....Someone respond....What IS your STATUS. Red Group, what
is your status?"

...I dont know about you all but I think we can still bluff our way
outta this."

    With that last statement, Raleigh doubles over, the pain becoming too
much for him.
    After determining that Raleigh's words are not related to his immediate health, Kah'liss ignores the conversation and continues to perform the immediate first aid treatment that he can.
    Brenon looks up from Raliegh, eyes falling upon the Vrusk he shot....then to Kah'liss. A slight grin forms pon his face. "Zhirrzh, see if you can wrestle free the other headset from that dead Vrusk...." His head nods in the direction of the slain creature. Brenon promptly retrieves Ralieghs headset and motions for Kah'liss to take it, "Here, think you can sound like a Vrusk..." again, he nods in the direction of the slain Vrusk, the quirk of a smile ever present....
   "Let's try and pry some info outta these guys...? Let's let them think that Red Group is still active... something like, 'Control, this is Red Group...the fighting was pretty thick, we lost one but the area is secure.... please provide additional instructions...', "Let's wait til Zhirrzh gets his pair on, the more ears the better..... what do you guys think?"
        Kahless blinks incredulious.  He looks between the two wondering how they could possibly think this idiotic scheme will work, let alone the time compromised on treating the injured.  But their resolve is evident, and he reaches a hand out to accept the headset.  He then puts the headset on and tries his best to imitate the voice he heard from the Vrusk just prior to the loss of the ... captive.
    "Control, this is Red Group.  Appears that we miscounted.  Caught by surprise.  Problem neutralized.  We have control of the bridge.  Standing by for orders."  He looks at the two who's idea this was and hopes from their reactions that he is saying the right things.  However, as he does this, he doesn't stop his application of First Aid.  Nice thing about headsets, they leave everything else free.
    A  few moments pause..."Roger that, Red Group....Where is Captain Slag? And standby, fighters will return to the Outpost. Any prisoners?"   Kah'liss and Zhirrzh hear the response.
 
    Kahliss hears the response and looks up at Zhirrzh to see his reaction.  Kahliss' own intuition tells him it's a trap.  But what kind ... is there a reply phrase, perhaps Slag is a fake person, or maybe Slag was someone they use to work with but got killed in a previous mission.  Or ... it could be genuine...
    Kah'liss waits for some signal from Zhirrzh, after all, this is not his area of expertise.  Give him a scalpel, two feet of gauze, and some thread ... and he can fix most anything ... but this...
    Zhirrzh sees the questioning look in Kah'liss' eyes. It had to be some sort of security measure, he reasoned. Zhirrzh caught Brenon's eye and quickly flashed four hand signals. Zhirrzh didn't know if this would buy them any more time, but he was sure it couldn't make things any worse. Taking a deep breath, Zhirrzh activated his headset mike.
    "Negative. Your response is outside security measures. Identify."
    Looking at the rest of group, he shakes his head and makes a rushing motion.
    Brenon carefully watches Zhirrzh's hand signals......
"Possible trap."
"Two enemies vehicles leaving."
"Encroaching danger."
"Monitor enemy."
 
    Upon this Brenon immediately gets up and finds a nice place to dig in and defend himself. He readys a few grenades and double checks his rifle, preparing himself for any danger.
 

insert the next response here
 

    Kahliss is still as he awaits the answer ... and then has a moment of potential brilliance (of course, that was what every great Leader of the modern era though they had had before invading Russia...) he leaps at the opening.
    "Red Team is accounted for.  There is no sign of the other teams.  I believe we have a security leak and a survivor has gained access to one of our headsets.  Sending a team to locate survivor.  The remainder is headed to the bridge to secure."
    He closes his faceted eyes hoping this works...
    Zhirrzh nods to Kah'liss and gives him a thumbs up.

    Another lapse of time. Mere moments, but they seem far too long. The headset
comes to life again, and those without sets watch anxiously, trying to read what
they can from the one-sided exchange.... "Repeat, Red Team, where is Captain Slag?" The
voice is blunt, and to the  point.

            Stu, one he regained his senses, rushed to Balou and checked his
     stats. Once he realized the captain was only stunned, he glances
     Kah'liss' way.
        "Kah'liss, can I have some hypos of Stimdose? While you're working
     on Raleigh I want to get Balou and Nayden up." He then addresses
     Grynh. "Hey buddy, hang on, we've neutralized the enemy back here. I'm
     going to revive Balou and Nayden, and we'll see where we're at. I
     think we're going to have to make some quick decisions in a minute."
        Grynh responds. "Well, like I said, I've got some power to her,
     we'll be ready for another round or two of it. I'm seeing the two
     fighters begin to break their formation, Cruiser remaining quiet..."

 [DieRoll Kah'liss]
     (This is the efforts of the medical work on Raleigh)
     Wounds I:
        Success = Column +X
        Roll = 20     (Cobalt = 12 damage healed)
 
 
     Wounds II:
        Success = Skill Level (+1) +2
        Adjusted Column = +3
                Roll = 06      (Cobalt = 20 damage healed)
 
     Total Stamina Restored to Raleigh: 32
        Raleigh's current Stamina now 33
 
        Supplies used:
                  3 doses Biocort
                  1 dose anesthetic
 
              -----------------------------
 
 
        Kah'liss applies another dose of biocort to the incoherent Raleigh.
     Yes, this is an open and shut case, Raleigh will be fine in no time.
     Under the rushed circumstances, he's pretty impressed with the job.
     He'd much prefer a clean, sterile environment, but you make due with
     what you have. He wasn't sure how this bluff would end, and he wanted to get Raleigh and Telgar ready
     to move as soon as possible.

    Kah'liss feels that this is where it ends, but decides to try the only thing that comes to mind..."Captain Slag was burned.  Repeat, Captain Slag was burned."  He closes his eyes for a moment and then sets to work again on the patients, stabilizing them as fast as he can, expecting this whole thing to blow up any moment.  He does hope this works out ... he almost liked it when Zhirrzh looked at him as a comrade and not as just another **** bug.