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RP: YSS Eucharis [Mission 25] Stolen Pride (YE 38)

Captured Shuttle 1

Yamashiro Natsumi slumped in the pilot's seat as soon as the shuttle had touched down. Unsure of the overal condition of the craft, she had been on pins and needles the entire trip. Now they were landed and safe, she could relax. She put the small ship through it's power down cycle, then slipped out of her seat, stretching her weary arms and legs.

Stepping out into the hangar, Natsumi took a deep breath of fresh air, which did a lot to refresh her spirits right away. She also, as with some of her shipmates, had a sudden unstoppable need to be clean. But before she could join the others in the shower, she turned to Jax.

"After we have had some time to clean up, rest and eat, I'd like you to assist me in giving the shuttle a full inspection" she said to the engineer. "If we are going to be using this for the operation to retake the ship, I want to make sure its sound" she didnt add that she wanted to at least clean the interior out with a power washer too.

With that, the snowy haired XO pulled her own uniform and under garments off. Though with her own slightly festidious nature, she carefully folded up everything before setting her clothing down, rather than just dropping it all on the deck in a pile.

A helathy level of paranoia had settled into Natsumi since the theft of the Eucharis, and she decided not to leave her NSP behind. So she strapped her gun belt loosly around her hips. She also grabbed her officers cap. It was clean of rixxicore filth, having never keft her head, and was recoverable, dispite dust and dirt from the gun battle before their escspe. She was not giving that or her new rank pin up to incineration.

With those recovered, she went to the same down hatch as Hanako and Akiko. Engaging her counter grav, she floated off the deck and down through the hatch opening, to the showers below.

There, she went to a free shower set her remaining things aside, though keeping the NSP within quick reach. Turning the water on, double hot, she luxuriated in the steamy shower for a very long time.
 
Stolen Shuttle, approaching Bisen Lighthouse


Candon awoke in a daze as he lay on the shuddering floor of the decelerating shuttle. His eyelids cracked open and he found himself staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar vehicle. He strained his injured neck to get a peek of the people around him. Crimson wings were the only sight he needed to set himself at ease, the Eucharis Crew had him.

He quickly realized that something was still wrong. He was suffocating before he'd blacked out and he could feel the blackout quickly returning as he exerted himself. He instinctively gasped drawing in air while also irritating his lungs with the tubes in his throat. Again the reacted by pulling the tubes out, slowly raising his arm to grab them and them sliding them out with care to avoid puking, something that must have already been done judging by the smell of his surroundings.

Placing a hand on his forehead he could feel a tear in his skin followed by shooting pain through his bloodied face. He still couldn't hear with any clarity, every noise sounded like he was under water. He waved off help from Taharial in an effort to sit up. The battle wasn't over and if he tried taking it easy he would hate himself. He couldn't ask another soldier to push on if he didn't.

Once in a seated position he felt the full force of a splitting headache, still not a reason he would accept for slacking off. Using his ability to hover he grabbed the bench seat next to him and began lifting himself onto it until he was seated. Now he could rest. He closed his eyes until the shuttle landed just enjoying every labored breath he took.


Stolen Shuttle, Bisen Lighthouse shuttle bay


As the ship touched down Candon looked for his blue haired leader expecting direction... he got it.
'There is something something bed and something som- lies four below bus. Your tree has a sleeping Reds and, insubordinately, the towers. Bet something up, band crested up as guest you banned. In something will be on tar tray to our shit to set being high.'
'Damned auto-correct,' he thought to himself, shaking his head at his inability to hear. He stood up to leave the shuttle when he noticed Mao… then Hanako... then Aikiko… then the look on Jax's face. Years of soldiering in the SAOY had mostly desensitized Candon to nudity but Jax was still green, though he appeared to be turning red.
With a knowing chuckle he gave the boy's shoulder a squeeze as he passed him, leaving behind an unintentional smear of half dried blood.

As he exited the shuttle Candon still had no idea what the Shôshô had ordered but he had a strong feeling it had to do with sanitation given the view he'd have a very hard time forgetting. He knew the Humans would need the medical station first. His body would heal with a quick shrapnel removal and some time between the sheets.

Limping along on his inertial organ he tore off the remnants of his shredded and blood soaked shirt as he made his way to the ladder and half floated down as he made his way to the showers to clean off whatever he had been covered in while on the floor of that shuttle. Though as he used the ladder he found that his left shoulder just wasn't moving right. He'd have to take care of it when he went to the med bay.

When he arrived at the showers he found them all in use to no surprise. He unfastened his belt and removed the occupied holsters attached to it and gently set the cluster on the shelves along the back wall for personal effects. Knowing it would be a while Candon took a moment to look himself over for wounds he might not have noticed. His chest was bruised all over but that was to be expected. His right hand was covered in blood from when he explored his head, something he hadn't noticed and the reason his blood had spread to his belt.

He then noticed that his back was in pain, lots of pain, but inside more than outside. Reaching behind him he felt for the area and found the source, protruding from his skin was the tail end of a slim metal shaft impaled just under his left shoulder blade only an inch from his heart. Just touching it made him yelp and tear up. Catching his breath he kneeled down and snaked his right arm behind his back and then, gripping it as best he could, gave it a pull.

This was a terrible idea, he couldn't handle the pain before, there was no reason for him believe he could remove the metal himself besides the influence from his ego. He tried hard to muffle his cry of agony and succeeded only in making it audible to people on floor 4 and not upstairs.

Candon remained crouched on the floor for a while as the pain subsided, not daring to move for fear he may experience that same torture again.
 
New Lighthouse

Mitsuko hurried to remove her protective suit, which was by now about as filthy as the other crew members. As long as she was careful while removing it, she could wait to shower until all of the others had taken their turn. Leaving the suit in a pile on top of the crate she'd removed from the shuttle, she headed down to the bottom floor. This would be the second time she'd done inventory of a Bisen Lighthouse today. Thankfully they weren't as pressed for time on this trip.

Everything seemed in its proper place. There were plenty of the environmental suits, enough for the entire temporarily stranded crew. Rations too, although from the scent in the air it seemed someone had already started cobbling together some sort of stew from other supplies they'd scrounged up on Floor 3. For now, she concentrated on making three short trips to transport the tool kit, repair kit and patch kit to the top floor, placing them by the wall.

Then, she covered her mouth and nose, standing as far from the shuttle as she could manage while looking it over. It needed to be cleaned, but their options were limited. The Lighthouse had a large stockpile of water, along with towels and clothing that could be repurposed as rags, but no hoses, brushes or other industrial cleaning supplies. About the best they could do would be to don environmental suits and pour jugs of water everywhere before mopping everything up by hand. Dirty work, which she hoped would prove unnecessary.

Mitsuko was just going about her duties for the time being, waiting for their reinforcements and rescue to arrive. It wouldn't be too hard to find them, she hoped. If Hanako had thought to resupply here, she felt confident that other captains and officers would consider that possibility and check for them here. Especially with one Lighthouse already visited (and destroyed). Once Suites was feeling better, she'd have to visit with him and make sure things were still going according to plan. Maybe they could find a moment to utilize the communications equipment in this Lighthouse as well.
 
Bisen Lightouse Hangar

Jax-san's response to her shooting from the hip episode stayed in her mind for the retreat from UX-1, as the engineer admirer found the empty seat next to hers and took an impromptu cat nap alongside the Taii. Despite her injured state and the deplorable conditions aboard the shuttle, a faint blush and a smile stayed on her purple cheeks the whole way to UX-3 as Umeshu too allowed her body to ease into a restorative nap if only for a little while. Her torn up hand that had before gripped her NSP fell slack, and somewhere along the way had surreptitiously slipped on top of his own, digital mind filling with pleasant thoughts that sped up the healing of her serious internal injuries...

The arrival to the lighthouse was welcomed, and the operator shook off her grogginess as she felt Jax rouse himself and stretch out. She took a deep breath in for a moment, testing her lung capacity... and then suddenly regretted having it be mostly healed, as the stench of Rixxikor droppings assailed her nostrils at full strength and caused her to reflexively cover her nose and grimace. She heard the words of Hanako-sama break the silence she had been suffering since the explosive end of the other Bisen Lighthouse, as her eardrums appeared to be working again and successfully relaying what the plan was. She may have missed a word here or there, but it sounded simple enough... they were in no condition to fight like this. "H-hai..." came her reply, more to indicate that she could once again hear her commander's orders than anything else.

With a bit of effort Umeshu finally heaved herself up off the seat onto her shaky legs, taking a look around once to make sure everyone was more or less accounted for and getting medical care from Tahariel (especially Tsuguka), and caught sight of the Shosho quickly exiting and disrobing with little fanfare, followed by several others in rapid succession. She could also see Jax-san standing there hesitating, trying desperately to look everywhere but at their naked forms... and the Taii couldn't help stifling a small giggle. The ex-samurai soon took her turn to exit the shuttlecraft and make her own pile of discarded clothing, though the speed was much slower... her bloodied and shredded white tights in particular were difficult to remove, and in the struggle to separate fabric from synthetic flesh it ripped open the many wounds from the rocks that were trying to close all over her thighs and shins. Still, the process gave her amore plenty of time to admire her purple-skinned curves... like a beautiful plum that had fallen from a tree and bruised its skin, there was still that undoubted sweetness on the inside.

As she placed the remains of her once pristine dress uniform next to Natsumi's and took only her rank pin with her, Umeshu paused a moment to glance behind her wordlessly at Howard-hei before descending to the showers behind the other officers... if the nekojin was looking this time she, at least, didn't seem to mind.

Bisen Lighthouse, Deck 4

Compared to what she had been through, the shower felt like a gift from the heavens, washing away the grit and grime Hashimoto-taii had been dragged through this day. Her shame at failure to secure the other Bisen was not so easily sent down the drain however, but she tried to push it to the back of her mind for now... the Shosho had ordered them above all to rest and recover, and that was what she was going to focus on. As she dried off with the particularly fluffy towel that had been set aside nearby, she realized that there was still a lot to be thankful for. Everyone was alive, and they would eventually be successful... she was sure of it. The beatings she recalled before in her samurai days, while seeming terrible at the time, also were lessons... the scars and wounds of the past were necessary, and only made one stronger to face the future challenges.

Umeshu held this in her mind, as she investigated one of the quarters and opened a Star Army Survivor Kit, Type 33 that was in a footlocker near the bed there. In what seemed like a surrealistically familiar ritual, she took out a well folded, simple white yukata and wrapped it around her body and slipped the pair of plastic sandals on her feet. She toyed with the sugegasa pointed hat nearby idly. Looking down at herself a long moment, the ex-samurai couldn't help but have a moment of zen wash over her...

Things had now come full circle.
 
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Rixxicor Shuttle

Wazu would be left with no other option. Marcus wasn't about to wake up on his own, and nothing about him suggested he'd registered what the scientist had said.

Marcus was so far gone, in fact, that when Wazu did, finally inject him with the concoction of stimulants, it still took several minutes for his circulation and brain activity to react accordingly. His eyes gradually slid open. His vision was still blurred, and his ears still droned on with the squealing noise from before. With a great deal of strain, he managed to make out the form of the other human.

~"Too soon, Wazu."~ Marcus thought.

His vision gradually cleared, though only a small amount. He sat up slowly, knowing Wazu had only meant to help. He prayed enough time had passed to recover, at least, the worst part of the damage. Normally he could gauge the amount of time passing based on several factors, but they were on a different planet, so solar passage was useless. His wounds had healed some before he paid attention to them, so that was invalid, too. In the end he'd just have to ask, but right now he needed to deal with the damage he'd taken. With the injection, he wouldn't be able to sleep for quite some time. That meant he needed to deal with the physical wounds.

He guessed at the volume to speak, he still couldn't hear over the squealing. "Medical bay. Where is it?"
 
Bisen Lighthouse Hangar

Jax nodded in affirmation to Natsumi's order, then cursed once more as she too stripped bare. Then came a sight he'd prayed he'd never see: Wazu. Naked.

Gross!

Candon seemed to be enjoying his suffering as he passed. Then he got naked. God dammit!

Then, Umeshu giggled and stepped out of the shuttle. His already deep blush grew even darker, and he suddenly became very hot. He knew what was coming, and he swore that he was doing his best to look away.

Sadly, his best was not enough. With a dry throat and a furiously beating heart, he fell into a trance, openly ogling his lover. His eyes greedily soaked in every detail, running up and down every curve. As she walked towards the ladder, his eyes danced left and right with her hips.

Finally, she glanced over her shoulder and locked eyes with him. He felt his blood run cold, and was immediately snapped out of his reverie. His blissful daze was replaced with cold terror and shame. He hastily looked away with a look of dejection.

How could he have been so stupid?! Now was not the time, nor place for his gutter logged mind.

With a sigh, he slowly peered back at the ladder. She was gone.

Then, his FAR slowly rose up from below and shut his jaw closed. He growled and shook his head. Seven months aboard a ship with no alone time was seriously taking its toll.

Finally, he too stepped out of the shuttle and relished in the fresh air, or relatively fresh.

"...Let's get this over with." He muttered finally and shed his red-paneled work uniform, leaving him in a white t-shirt and black briefs. He hesitated, glanced around to see if he was being watched, then hurriedly shed the rest and wrapped his tail tightly around his waist to give himself at least some cover. He picked up his belt and hugged it close to his torso, his face red with utter embarassment. Not because of insecurity, mind you. The artificial body meant that he'd had the opportunity to reshape and resize all aspects of his anatomy to an ideal proportion.

...all aspects.

It was mainly because of the presence of women. Nepleslia had never been so big on immodesty as was the case in Yamatai. The clash of culture irked the hell out of the engineer.

With ears flattened against his head, Jax trudged towards the ladder, trying his best to cover himself.

Level 4

Somehow, someway he made it to the showers, where he quickly skirted the outer wall, not even looking in the direction of Natsumi, Hanako, or anyone else in the room. He pulled a towel off the shelf and immediately wrapped it around his torso to fully cover his extremeties. Then, he took a seat and glued his eyes to the floor as he waited for one of the stalls to open, still beet red, and unwilling to be caught staring once again. A shower creaked off, and he glanced up, caught a glimpse of purple skin, then looked back down. He waited for her to leave before plodding over, begrudgingly leaving his towel on the shelf.

The warm water was a great relief, and he afforded himself a deep, rumbling purr of satisfaction. He rung the filth from his tail, and scrapped thuroughly behind the ears. The water felt so unbelievably heavenly that a few minutes later he had to turn it down and douse himself in an icy torrent.

Finally, the nekojin shut off the water and beelined it for his towel and belt. Once adequately dried and covered, he had his FAR direct him to the nearest set of clean clothes. He found them on Level 2. He donned a clean pair of briefs, a pair of trousers, canvas slip-ons, and a yukata, which he had no clue how to use and thus tied like a bath robe.

Level 3

Then, Jax smelled food. He raced towards the source, and found Aikiko, still wrapped in a towel, with a giant pot of stew. He was used to seeing her without clothes, being her cabinmate. Plus, as mentioned before, she was more of a sister and not dating material.

"Imma take dis." He stated plainly, and quickly scooped himself a bowl. It was literally gone within thirty seconds. Then, he grabbed another.
 
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Lighthouse

Before Aikiko could say a word, Jax must've read her mind as he helped himself without being shy about serving himself and scarfed it down. She had found the biggest bowls as she knew people would need the nutrients to help restore themselves. The food may not be as fancy as what was served aboard the Eucharis. But it was healthy and tasted good with a little known and involuntary added spice; TLC. A comfort food that was associated with home. Caring people, whether they be family, friends, shipmates and acquaintances. Good times, even though they was semi-stranded from their ship and home.

It sent a small surge of delight through her as she helped herself to the thick stew. "Help yourself to the salad too," She spoke softly as she poured Jax a big glass of reconstituted milk from the powdered milk she had found to make the dumplings. She moved to the nearby table to eat her overlarge portion of food.

Aikiko, then had the station's computer politely announce that there was food ready for consumption after the more important demands were met. She was beginning to feel the onslaught of exhaustion catching up to her as one need was being met. Even though she ate with manners, but in polite society of the Aristocratic, Nobility and Senior Military would seam crass and uncultured.
 
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Bisen Lighthouse Hangar

Same old stern faced statue of a woman. The red neko's personality almost seemed suspiciously well designed for scenarios like this, occupied by pain and paranoia, instead of depressing metaphysical qualms, for now. But that didn't really mean she was happy with the situation, either. Just running on autopilot, driven purely by the task at hand.

Tsuguka intentionally waited until the others had showered, or at least moved off, intent on guarding the shuttle diligently, but really just standing there with one hand on her holster. The condition of Marcus concerned her, but it wasn't like she could do much about it with the state of her anti-gravity organ, never mind her shattered leg. This entire ordeal had started with a three hour self-powered flight. At this point she could barely stay focused on anyone or anything, not even Taharial, despite their usual cheery attempts to comfort to the soldier.

Regular hearing still hadn't repaired itself. That was concerning. Spent the entire journey over here fumbling with a connection that would allow her to digitally receive a sound input from her communicator. Breathing was okay now at least.

Empty minutes. She wondered if anyone had actually stepped foot in this isolated place, constructed years before she was even born. Gave it a sort of somber quality she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Mitsuko returning from the lower decks resulted in a small tired nod, before the soldier finally let her sense of duty slide and made her way down into the lighthouse herself. Rank pins and insignia removed, her once revered tatters of a uniform was bundled into a heap. Between acid, fire, impact and fecal matter damage, it was hardly like respecting the uniform was going to be an issue at this point. No room for sentimentality. The get-up wasn't even designed for fighting in the first place.

Shower was extremely quick and efficient. Found an Emrys spacesuit and immediately put it on, including affixing her hinomaru to the right upper arm. Pistol barely left her palm the entire time. Food with Aikiko and Jax was welcome, but with everybody still looking destroyed by the whole process, it was kind of hard to make small talk.

"...That... Was you, wasn't it, Akiashiro-Hei?... Thank you for coming back for me."
 
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Bisen Lighthouse

After meticulously cleaning every part of herself, Hanako exited the shower to find a traffic jam of people. She grabbed two towels and floated out into the hall and dried there, leaving with one of the towels outside the door and another wrapped around her head. Next, she went next door to the toilet room, which was thankfully empty so so far, and sat down on the toilet. As trickling sounds filled the room, Hanako leaned over to inspect her nasty wound some more. New, still-pink skin was forming around the large red patch of coagulated hemosynthetic blood in her side, slowly closing around the site of the injury. She thought to herself, "that is the fastest way I ever slimmed my waistline." She finished up and moved to the sink, washing her hands and staring at the wound more in the mirror, remembering how awful it felt when the streak of white-hot plasma lanced through her guts. And yet somehow it felt worse that she hadn't felt fully in control of the situation. Some of her commands and questions had been ignored by the crew during the battle, which bothered her more than being injured. It bothered her and she resolved not to let it happen again.

After leaving the bathroom, the Shosho then went back up to get her uniform and pistol, and cleaned the pistol and her rank pin up and threw everything else of hers in the washing machine along with any other random soiled clothing articles left up there in the shuttle bay. Thankfully these lighthouses had top-end washing machines made by Emrys Industries (in fact, almost everything here was made by them, she noticed). Finally Hanako found some yukata in the storage level and put one of those on before settling in the command level and fixing tea at the comfort module.

"Taharial, please give me a medical report on all the crew members when you have a chance," she sent to the medic. "In particular, how is Blackberry?"
 
Lighthouse

Aikiko just nodded acknowledging Tsuguka , "Tugs,"as there was no farther need for words. She shoveled in another spoonful of stew. She finished up her overlarge portion of food as there was plenty more for the rest of the Eucharis crew to help themselves to.

She got up and made several more trays of food to take to those that were busy and or stuck in medbay. She left with them and delivered them to the others, like Wazu, Marcus, Candon and Tarahial. With one tray remaining, she took up to the Command area and set the tray near Hanako to have.

It wasn't the gourmet foods like aboard the Eucharis under highly skilled chefs, but this was what the people that keep Yamataian Empire going.

Aikiko left and went back down to the lower levels to scrounge out a set of coverall, workman's boots, socks and underclothes for herself. She got dressed and carrying the boots to the bunkroom and found a vacant bunk, collapsed upon it to fall into that deep healing restful recharging sleep.
 
Stolen Shuttle, approaching Bisen Lighthouse

Taharial smiled when she saw that Candon was awake and trying to move "Don't you dare do that!" when she saw that he wasn't going to listen to what she said she looked away "Fine do what you want, don't come crying to me if something happens to you again."

She left Candon to his own devices and sighs as the shuttle went on its way to where everyone else was, she smiled slightly as she sorted out her wings and uniform "God this is a pain, I was okay with one or the other, but I will prevail like I have done before."

Bisen Lighthouse Hangar

When they reached the Hanger Taharial exited the shuttle and looked over at everyone "Hmm so everyone is stripping for the shower" she removed her uniform revealing that she had an basic shirt and shorts on underneath. she headed to the showers then removed the rest of her clothes and showered quickly, she knew that as the medic she will be needed to do a lot, so a quick was in need, after that she dried off and put back on her undergarments then her shirt and shorts on with her boots on last.

Taharial looked at Hanako while she spoke "Yes Ma'am, I will need a room to perform checks and everything on crew, I have my medical scanner and what we carried with us, but if we can get a medical room somewhere and search for more medical supplies I think I can return the crew to a better shape." She walked around the crew checking each person's wounds and body making sure what was needed for each person, her face never revealed what she thought, there were a few grunts and little noises for each person but nothing to make them worry.


She looked at Hanako "I have good news and bad, with most people the worst is some easily patched wounds or cracked bones, which will be repaired soon, but may I speak to you in private Hanako" she mouthed that is was about Blackberry as she walked out of the way of the rest of the crew and talked quietly "Ma'am, I can tell that Blackberry is in bad shape, she um has a lot of internal bleeding and a few broken bones, if I can get some good equipment I can help her, without the equipment she has to take it really easily and hopefully her body will heal it but I don't know how long that will be, she may not be able to heal herself quick enough."
 
Hanger

"Down one floor and then on your left. Help me carry Blackberry down there," Wazu snapped, his voice faster, and more abrupt than the carefully paced tone he had been using before.

He would position himself near Blackberry's head, pressing his hands against her shoulders as he tried to find a good way to lift her. Of course, the entire time everything felt distant, like his entire body had fallen asleep and he was just sorta mashing his hands against something to wake them up.

"Do not bother," He shouted over to Taharial and Hanako, after all they weren't THAT far out of earshot, "Unless the Lighthouse has spare parts for Blackberry I do not expect she will be operational within the 10 hours Hanako has given us. That means we need to stabilize her."

He saw Aikiko's pistol... picked it up, and tucked it into Blackberry's waste band.

"We will need to assume that she will still be here to be picked up.

We took the shortest path to the nearest lighthouse correct? It would take me about an hour to track the ship conventionally if they were unable to make that connection on their own, and the shuttles sensors are not very effective in here." Though he couldn't feel much, he certainly could feel the hairs rising on the back of his neck. That familiar feeling of not being able to rely on anyone was creeping up on him. He had to take a breath and remind himself that was just the circumstances talking. He would turn to Marcus and quietly add,​

"Please hurry, it is just your nerves and brain. Both can be fixed."​

"Which also means Taharial's priority should be with those who are injured and can be returned to combat effectiveness before the next operation. Once we get Blackberry to the medical thing we can use this place's sensors to check for ships coming towards us. Then," Wazu stopped himself before saying 'weapons'... after all he was still naked, "Then shower and gear."
 
Marcus had to strain to hear Wazu, but between reading his lips and what he could hear, he figured out what was said. He didn't bother arguing with Wazu. There was more going on than the other human realized. However, now that Marcus had been forced awake, there really wasn't much to be done for him. His body would, eventually, heal his wounds. If Wazu was right in the amount of time they had, his other arm would likely heal enough to be used before it was too late, though that was due mostly to the chemicals he'd been injected with as much as his own healing ability.

With his good arm, he helped carry Blackberry. He didn't pay attention to his own filthy clothes. There would be time to deal with that. Currently, he focused on his own hearing and sight. Without those, he would be very little use when they finally got underway.
 
Hanger

Taharial growled and walked over to them "Leave her where she was, it is dangerous to move her!" She looked over the two men with anger and worry "If either of you try to move her anymore, you will be down one body part and not by the enemy." She helped to gently put Blackberry back down "You need my permission to do anything with blackberry, now be a dear and fine any medical gear around, we need to help with some very bad internal bleeding..." her facial expression goes blank "You dolts may of just made her even worse, now go!" She kneels down beside Blackberry and checks the medical supplies she hand "Okay well I have a scalpel, I need something to cleans the wound, so high concentrated alcohol or anti-bacterial fluids."

She thinks for a second "I also need either thread, or anything to help with the wounds inside her and the ones I need to drain it from her...."
 
Hanger

"Do you think she will be better off here in the shuttle when we go after the Eucharis?

We were moving her around plenty while under fire. If she was going to die from that she would have done so already.

Her best bet for survival is the automatic surgical bed one floor down. It will keep her alive until we can find hemosynth fluid for repair, which could take as much as 14-15 hours if we have to get it from the Eucharis."

Wazu was speaking sternly now, certain he had the best course of action in mind already. His words coming out quickly even as he set the injured woman back down on the shuttle bench.
 
Hanger

Taharial's eyes seemed to glow with fire as she stood up and faced Wazu "So you are the person who made it so much worst than I thought it was when I first saw her" she glares at him "Well her innards are ripped in multiple places, any more movement will cause them to become a lot more damaged, and also it will make her bleed out." she clenched her fists tightly "Unlike you, I would rather us not to lose a crewmember while we have no way of getting them back" she flipped the scalpel in her hand "Now do as I say, or she will be lost and it will be your fault, go and get the things I asked for" she spoke slowly so Wazu could understand.

She turned around and focus on the trying to work out what to do with Blackberry, go give the least amount of damage to the body and sighs "It is why I want to Hanako, in the state she is in, she has about an hour or two, moving her anymore the most we are looking at is thirty minutes."
 
Hangar

"Is it possible to transfer hemosynth from one Nekovalkyrja to another?" Tsuguka loomed in the doorway, sounding haggard, but looking resolute. "With the equipment we have, I mean?"

The splint on their leg had now been placed over a greenish space suit, but overall they looked like they had improved somewhat even in the brisk few moments on board the tiny station. Perks of a completely unnatural body. Not the first choice for a blood donor since they were still injured, but at this point, who wasn't.

A calm, serious glance regarded Taharial, Wazu and Marcus in turn. Mistakes were made. The chaos of combat was something you couldn't really justify or explain with hindsight, but she could see why moving Blueberry was necessary, at least at the time. On the other hand, Wazu and Marcus were now clearly sweating half a dozen drugs out of every pore, and thus probably weren't the best footmen for this situation, either.

"...The Type 33 is designed for short bursts of power, remember." Not a doctor, but a fellow member of the species. It wasn't exactly a clear memory, but Tsuguka did have similar injuries in the past herself, which Taharial had dealt with. Logically, this situation was no different, other than the nerves and vindictiveness that was getting the better of all of them... Well, that and a certain lack of supplies. "So let's just sort this out calmly. I'm sure she can bounce back as long as we keep our heads."
 
Hanger

"Would you prefer I left her on UX1?"

Wazu's words came out before he had an opportunity to think about what he was saying.

He would do his best to wait a moment before feeling the need to continue,

"I am sure we have the equipment for a transfusion, but that would just weaken the soldiers we have and sap our combat ability for the next mission. We just need to stabalize her for now, not fix her completely."

For the moment BlackBerry was back on the bench of the Rixx shuttle, with Wazu standing a bit behind her to retain some modesty.
 
Lighthouse


Natsumi finished her shower. She had probsbly taken longer than she needed to, but the hot water had felt so good and the desire to make sure she was squeaky cean everywhere after being on that disgustingky dirty shuttle.... She sighed as she stepped out, freeing her shower stall for someone else and tried herself off.

Once done, she wrapped up her hair in one towel and wrapped the other around herself. Then she scooped up her gun belt, NSP, rank pin and hat befire going back up to the hangar level to collect the clothing left up there to wash. Though, as she got there, it seemed someone else had got to the task before she had and all the discarded uniforms and clothing were gone.

She was about to head back down to look for a meal when she jeard the commotion in the shuttle and floated over there.

Tahariel, Tsuguka, Wazu and Marcus were all there, gathered around Blackberry, there seemed to be an argument as to treatment of the incapacitated neko in progress.

Natsumi floated off the ground, to keep any part of her from touching the filthy shuttle again. "Mr. Wazu, Mr. Marcus, why don't we leave Tahariel and Tsuguka to tend to Blackberry.? Our doctor knows what she is doing and Tsuguka knows enough about our physiology to assist. You two need rest." she said and did not add that Wazu also needed clothing.

"Mr. Marcus, there are showers down that access hatch. I highly suggest make use of them. The hot clean water will help you feel better" she pointed a pink finger at the one she had just come back up and offered him a friendly smile. She did not order him to go, he was a guest and they were not on the ship, but she hoped he took heed of her reccomendation.

Turning her attention to the other man, she could see Wazu had already found the medical bay for himself and had treated his injuries and, she assumed, raided the drugs cabinet since his previous exaustion had been replaced with amped up artificial energy. She knew about his lack of sleep and his taking of drugs and stimulants to make up for getting a few hours of shut eye. She could also see that in hus current mental state he was going to do little good here and serve little more than to aggravate Tahariel as she worked on Blackberry.

"Tahariel, keep me advised as to Blackberry's condition. Take care of her" Natsumi said.

"Wazu, this way" she said and took him by the arm gently, but with a hint of firmness that indicated he should not resist.
 
Hanger

"Natsumi..." Wazu protested, and moved to cover himself as best he could with one hand as she pulled him away with the other. Though he had been patched up by the automatic medical unit below, he still wasn't exactly clean thanks to the Rixx shuttle.

Wazu wasn't a pastry skinned scientist, he was certainly in shape, but he knew he wasn't able to compete with Natsumi, letting himself be pulled along without offering up resistance.

"This place has sensors right? Let's at least get them looking for ships that may have followed us."
 
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