RP: Cirrus Station [Episode 7] It's All Fun and Trains

As Claire entered the final car, Deacon had stepped to follow her. He had been standing just inside and to the side of the doorway and didn't see the tram come up behind them.

When the two slammed together, Deacon was knocked off his feet and slammed shoulderhump first into the control panel. Everything around him was swirling and splintering in color, but he managed to get onto his back and look up at Claire. Slowly raising his hand, he gave her a thumbs up before letting it fall back down onto his chest.

"Deacon, still here." He breathily whispered out, wincing at the pain radiating from his upper body. "May need to see a medic though, we Kohanians don't fly so good."

Both George and Lenny looked a little surprised when they heard Tweak speak into the radio system. Suddenly, George's minor concerns were alleviated, and Lenny's shaken-up status from a narrow escape melted into a relaxed state.

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With a little bit of work, Kokuten was able to pry the small Savtech unit out of Goat's unmoving grasp. The unit looked relatively unharmed, despite the bumps and bruises its previous carrier had received. Goat's entire upper and lower body were not even visible anymore, only the mechanical shoulders and dimmed green-lensed eyeplate staring upward left above the ridge of the two tram sections.

Almost as soon as the tram had come to a stop, Peke back-flipped off of Stovaa's shoulders and made a dash for Goat's location. When she saw what was left of her good Automata friend, the tiny Freespacer's gasped in horror and wrapped her small arms around one of Goat's arms. "GOAT?! GOAT!! NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- UUUUUUUUUUUU!!" the little Administrator yelled out in agony for her lost friend... before abruptly gripping the fragile faceplate and wrenching it off of the main body with a hefty grunt. The green lens immediately blinked back on and whirled around to stare at Peke, emitting a low mechanical groan. "Goat, you big dumbass, quit goofing off. My seat is wrecked because of you!"

Claire, amusingly enough, found a small cushion in her chest as she was slammed forward into the waist high console. Luckily, she wasn't launched through the glass or anything like that so after rubbing her sore torso briefly she looked down at Deacon who was either telling her he was alright or that he was enjoying the view of the geshrin standing over him.

She would decide which later.

The redhead heard her captain speak, but the message was garbled for some reason. However, between the act of actually trying to contact them and Deacon's response, she assumed it was a status report. To which she replied with a soft grunt and a 'Winters here. Stopped the front tram. Guess you boys like ramming us from behind." Her attempted humor was a little weak, but she had something else on her mind. "Where's Kess? She alright?"

Noboru hadn't responded to Kokuten's question when it was phrased. The sarge would notice Noboru moving slowly to his left and wrapping his hand around the front of one of the seats, then leaning his bulk against it.

When the train cars ahead struck and Goat got crushed between them, Noboru got thrown forward over the back of the seat in front of him, despite his having been hanging on to the seat. The Yamataian slammed headfirst into the tram floor, his head hitting with a thud and a bounce as the rest of his body fell down beside him, leaving him on a heap halfway under the seat he'd been holding onto. This left him bruised and disoriented, and as he pulled himself to his feet, he noted that, somehow, the interior of the tram was stuck in a permanent barrel roll - although he couldn't feel it.

"Just peachy, Sarge," Noboru said, rubbing his forehead. "Where's Method?"

Kokuten chuckled lightly, his mood improving when he saw Goat was indeed alive. With exception of a few bruises and injuries, everyone seemed alright. Even better, Tweak had rejoined them, not sure where she had been, but at the same time he cared little, glad only to see another familiar person. With a nod to the Spacer, he pointed, Savtech in hand, towards the front car.

"It is very good to see you again, Tweak." Kokuten sighed, apparently tired from the endeavor, his unarmored face showing his exasperation. Yet, he did not let that hinder a small grin from appearing on his face when he spoke to the Freespacer. "Though, we need your help in the front cars. Deacon and Morris may need assistance, if they do, help them to station's center, I will try to examine them from there."

He turned to Noboru, who had pointed out Method's absence, which caused him to worry a bit. "Check below the tram, see if she's okay and if she needs help getting out of there."

With that he turned to the rest of the people that had survived this traumatic event.

"Squad! Rally in the station's center, away from this horrid thing." Kokuten pointed off into the center of the area they had found themselves in, like he said, away from the tram. Like before he had been pointing with the Savtech device in hand, and it caught his attention. He looked over at Claire, who had wanted to pursue Goat before when the automaton lept off with Kess. He smiled at the woman and handed her the device.

"Winters, I trust you can keep this safe until I can figure if Evangelle or Method can repair her audio-functions." he said, his warm expression fading off into a more professional one as he passed her and patting the woman on the shoulder as he left Kess in her hands. With the Savtech set to the side he strode to the front cars.

"Does anyone need help getting up and out of here?" Kokuten asked to anyone still in the front or engineering car, his more doctoral voice noticeable.

There was a loud thump on the tracks as the trains collided, probably lost topside in the screams of grinding metal. Method had been flung from her precarious position trying to clamber along the machinery underneath to repair the brakes, and was now sprawled on the tracks in front of the leading car. She wasn't moving, and there were a few cuts on her pale face and stomach, her hands covered in grease.

Kokuten looked around in the forward cars, noting the casualties thus far. It was then that he spotted Method on the front of the Tram instead of under it. He looked back at the part of the tram where everyone else was.

"Noboru! Method is in front of the tram! Could you fetch her and take her over to the rally?" Kokuten asked of Akio.

Stovaa looked up from where he was, flat on the floor in the middle of the carriage. On the moment of impact, he and Peke went down like a sack of potatoes. Luckily, he didn't have a busted nose, but he reckoned there'd be a few bruises.

"Stovaa Drakon checking in" he said into his radio before kicking the nearest door off and jumping down. "I swear, no more damn trams today. I'm walking back."

Instead of heading to the gathering point, he headed over to Method, kneeling next to her and shouting. "Noboru, she's down here. And, uh, the fact she was with you a minute ago doesn't fill me with confidence."

Kokuten said:

With a nod to the Spacer, he pointed, Savtech in hand, towards the front car.

"It is very good to see you again, Tweak." Kokuten sighed, apparently tired from the endeavor, his unarmored face showing his exasperation. Yet, he did not let that hinder a small grin from appearing on his face when he spoke to the Freespacer. "Though, we need your help in the front cars. Deacon and Morris may need assistance, if they do, help them to station's center, I will try to examine them from there."

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"Yessir."

Tweak nodded to Kokuten as she passed him on the way to the first car as he headed the other direction toward the station platform. He was familiar with her, so that backed up the notes in her 'memory' that she was a regular on this team.

The neko reached the lead tram car and bounced up from the grate-covered deck of the railway tunnel onto the external platform between the tram cars, then poked her head into the first car's doorway.

"Deacon? Morris?" she called, both through external speakers and the radio. "Either of you still need assistance?"

"Morris here," Blake moaned, shuffling towards the sound of the new voice, "I'm not in any shape to serve, but I can walk alright." As he shuffled his way across the wreckage, Blake hummed weakly a Nepleslian march. By the time he was through the second stanza, he reached Tweak. With a muted grin, he stuck his left hand on the back of his head, slick with sweat. For the second time in the last hour, he was cursing the fact that he was bald.

"I'm ready to leave this car as soon as possible, if you don't mind."

Deacon remained on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"Would someone please stop the room from spinning, I would really like to get off now." He weakly joked, reaching up with both hands to pretend to grab onto the ceiling, or maybe the walls, to stop them from spinning.

"Oooh, I really hit my head hard, wish I had been wearing a helmet to lessen the blow just a scoach or two." He mumbled to himself as he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, and then got unstably to his feet.

"I'm going to have to request some time to rest and recuperate, if that's alright with everyone."

Tweak nodded and offered her hand to Morris, to ease his movement from the tram car to the deck while she held on to the corner of the door frame to brace herself. After he accepted or denied her help she went inside to get a better look at Deacon's situation.

"You may have a concussion, so try to-" She paused when she saw Deacon, caught off-guard before she matched up the Kohanian's description with something in her journal. The neko was a little annoyed that she didn't have anything in her internal database on his physiology. He could be seriously injured and she wouldn't know what was wrong. "...try to lay still." That hump on his back...that couldn't be good for his neck, nor easy to lay with. But Tweak couldn't move him to alleviate the strain; he might have further spinal problems. She decided to radio Kokuten.

"Sir, Deacon has a concussion and possible neck injury. Could you come to the lead tram car and check him out before we move him?"

Kokuten wouldn't hear Tweak through her radio, as his helmet had disappeared amongst the turmoil. However, he was close by enough to hear her, and the Captain appeared into the front car.

"I will look." Kokuten smiled well-meaning fashion as his green LED's surveyed the Kohanian from the doorway and then close up as he knelt down to closely check Deacon's condition.

"Alright, let's see if we can't come up with a decent prognosis..." The Doctor said running a hand up an down the back of Deacon's neck. He spoke while he worked, "Deacon, I much appreciate you taking command at such short notice. You seemed to be the most reliable person I could count on at that moment." He stated with a warm smile as he lightly applied pressure in certain parts of the Kohanians next, sifting through the fur. "I hope things went well on your end whilst I was gone."

He kept pressing down lightly to check for any reaction from him. "Also, do you feel any pain in where I am applying my hands? I mean sharp, intense pains."

Serra rolled off the front console of the engineering car and landed on the ground with a groan, and clatter of equipment. Taking a minute to get her bearings, Serra tried to stand but felt a piercing pain in her right arm. "Gah.... I, I think I broke my arm..." She groaned.

Claire found Kess' projector thingy fit rather well in the empty pouches for her ammo that she had used throughout the whole conflict. With that, she walked over and grabbed Serra's left arm and helped her to her feet. "Here, sweetie you think you broke your arm? Let me see it. I'm no doctor, but I know enough first aid to see if it's urgent." If it was, she would get Kokuten's attention assuming there wasn't any outstanding damage to Deacon that outdid any pain of Serra's.

Deacon winced a few times, mostly when Kokuten would put his fingers against the base of his skull.

"Sir, It hurts when you do that, would you mind not jabbing that knife there? I am trying my best to get the room to stop, I know it can't be good for the other squad members to be on such a disorienting ride. As for taking command, I think that Claire would have done better. She is the one who stopped the train after all. Who knew that pulling a brake was all we needed to do? With all the difficulty we have had in the past, a simple application of a brake..."

He gave his feral cackle again, high pitched and staccato.

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There was a loud thump on the tracks as the trains collided, probably lost topside in the screams of grinding metal. Method had been flung from her precarious position trying to clamber along the machinery underneath to repair the brakes, and was now sprawled on the tracks in front of the leading car. She wasn't moving, and there were a few cuts on her pale face and stomach, her hands covered in grease.

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Noboru's head slowly came around out of its mildly-concussed state to carry out Kokuten's orders. The Yamataian made his way off the back of the tram, using the wall for support. Bit by bit, he skirted up around to the front of the tram cars, his vision swimming and his face and arm throbbing. Noboru again wondered why he'd been told the Cirrus was a cushy assignment.

When he finally did reach Method, he bent and put a hand on the side of her face, turning her head slowly so that the Freespacer and the expatriate were looking eye to eye. "Can you move?" He grunted, his words echoing inside his head.

Kokuten sighed, Deacon was indeed injured, and likely some of his injuries couldn't be seen without Medical Equipment. Deacon would likely need an extensive X-Ray, which required a medevac.

The fur-covered CSS soldier was definitely experiencing brain trauma, through visual means. Likely, Deacon had fallen and hit the back of his head, physically destabilizing the occipital portion of his brain which controlled vision. The pain in his neck was like just some hair-line fractures in the cervical portion of the Kohanian's spine. If the hardiness of the Kohanians proved to be true, then it wouldn't be too much of a problem to move him.

Another conclusion could be made that he's experiencing all-around brain trauma, and the pain he feels is nothing but something derived from another part of his body.

He patted the Kohanian on the shoulder, simply going with his first idea.

"None the less, Deacon, I am thankful, still." Kokuten grabbed Deacon's arm and then nodded over to the Freespacer. He started to stand up a little bit, waiting for the Spacer to follow suite "Help me walk him to the rally point, if you would, Tweak."

Method was obviously unconscious, though she was starting to stir awake. Notably, though, most of her body seemed to be working, save for her left arm, which was exempt from her struggling.

Tweak nodded and looked around the car. The back door was still intact, so she pulled that off its hinges and stripped any window panes from it before bringing it over to Deacon. Then she folded the door lengthwise and started rolling it into a circular shape about the size of Deacon's neck, perhaps an inch of space between it and him at the closest points.

"We need to make sure it doesn't shift, if it is really broken," she said, placing the makeshift metal collar around his neck, then tearing up some of the seat cushions to insert for the collar to fit and to pad the space between the collar and his neck.