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[leftwithmybones]

When it happens, McCoy’s practically thrown back into the world on the Enterprise immediately after the Narada struck - too many dead, too much to do, not enough bodies, not enough leadership. It’s how he inherited his gig as CMO and a part of him would never regret that, but he doesn’t like to even think about the chaos

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[starchilde_lost]

It's hard to forget some things. The sounds of explosions, the shouts of controlled - and uncontrolled panic, and the instinct to rush into the center of it. Instincts Rachel follows, feeling the burn and sting of whatever the hell it is that's filling the air as she forgets all about her study-session in the rec room and heads to the lab. 'Cause that's where McCoy is and dammit, she's not losing him, too.

Lungs burning, she pulls her t-shirt up as an ad-hoc filter and starts looking for him or anyone else that may need help. "Doc!"

What the hell went wrong?

[ooc: Rachel is open to help anyone who needs it, including you, Bones.]

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy catches sight of her through the din of chaos and a look of immediate guilt and worry comes over his face. He's got a mask on and he doesn't dare take it off, but steps away from the lab tables to try and get her out the door. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demands roughly, each word an excruciating experience. "Rachel, get out," he pleads, thinking of how much Jean would kill him for this if she were still there.

[starchilde_lost]

"No. Get me a mask and I can help."

Breathing is getting difficult, but it's hardly the worst thing she'd faced. Being calm in chaos, helping, fighting? Those were the things she was trained for, that's what she's designed to do. Her mother would be right there with her, it was just what they did.

"What do you need?"

[leftwithmybones]

"Jean'd kill me," is all he feels like he ought to tell her. It's a pained confession, but he knows it's the truest thing he's said in a long time. "I'd kill me," he adds, hoarsely, considering that he doesn't know what he'd do if he lost her -- especially as a result of something he's had a hand in. "I need you to stay safe, Rachel."

[usethecompany]

Unable to account for the explosion, Kennedy sprang into action immediately. But before he could even reach the doorway connecting the IPD offices to the lab, it seemed as if an invisible hand of fire had reached out and caught hold of his lungs. His eyes watered, burning painfully as he drew in an equally painful gasp of air. Steadying himself against the door frame, Archie paused, considering the option of simply not breathing. But it could not be allowed, not when he needed to shout.

He could see Dr. McCoy and Miss Drew and a few others frantically working, their intention clear however beyond his ken their actions were. The rest, however...

"Evacuate!" Kennedy bellowed. He had breathed in enough gunpowder and smoke in his days that he knew how to project his voice, even with the searing pain. "Non-essentials, get everyone out of here! And what the blazes happened?"

[frakkup]

"Okay, hold the line, people!" Kara shouts down the line of ITF officers forming a half circle around the Compound. "We're going to have a lot of hysterical people headed our way, and not a godsdamn one of them better get through unless they've got a frakking gas mask."

Glancing down the other side of the line, Kara points a finger. "Get up that scarf back up around your face, nugget. And listen up, periodically you're going to go in in groups of two and look for stragglers. IPD's helping us out. Get in and get out as fast as you can, and for frak's sake, don't be a hero. You're sick, you get out, and nobody else has to go in just to drag you out. You got me?"

[ooc: any hysterical pups wishing to throw themselves against the human barricade like salmon, this is a/the place. You will be turned away. Any ITF/IPD pups wishing to turn people away, this can also be a place for that.]

[theboywhowaited]

The fact of the matter was there was very little they could do, but the little they could do, they did a lot of. Ammonia poisoning doesn't have any real cure, but they could treat the symptoms and that they did.

They set up a triage center close to the Compound so that victims wouldn't have to move far. The main thing to do was to decontaminate using plain old simple water. The water supply for the garden suited nicely and before long there was a gathering of people with skin rinsed and eyes flushed, resting and trying to recover. The more serious cases of respiratory distress were aided with oxygen from the Operating Room.

It wasn't fancy, but it was times like these when the doctors and nurses showed that they had been trained well. Men and women moved from one place to another, checking on those recovering, making sure everyone was made as comfortable as they could be and treating the new patients as they were assisted out of the Compound by the IPD and ITF.

[Top level for medical treatment. Victims and medical personnel can

[lt_blade]

There was a very pregnant woman being led (or rather dragged out of) the compound by a large wolf, holding onto the fur of his back while he seemed to growl or bark at anyone who came too near. Or rather, he tried to bark, because barking was like speaking and the air wasn't too comfortable for him either.

For her own part, Sonya was just trying to not panic, covering her mouth with what was once a sleeve and try to not rub her eyes.

"Max!" She coughed. "You're not helping."

[number_unlucky]

I had been on my way in towards the clinic, mug of coffee in hand, to prep for a little research I'd been doing into public health concerns--but the explosion stopped me dead. The smell was unmistakable, complete with far too much yelling for my liking. Dropping my notebook, I tore a strip from my t-shirt and wrapped it around my face, tying it tight.

Hey, cropped shirts were in this year, or something.

Keeping clear of the lab, and making sure my eyes were only barely open, I started to guide those coming out of the room towards the exit. Fresh air was the best plan for now; I only hoped that there were medical staff outside the clinic but nearby enough to get some triage under way.

"Breathe through your nose, shallow, until we get outside."