Anfortas
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Diverting to Ryou.
While Tarim-Juni banked into a position behind Solitaire's fighter, Minoru spared a glance at the city below them. How many stray battlepod shots had hit apartments, offices, and homes? How much wreckage and debris had fallen from the battle raging in the skies over the city? How many people had been injured or trampled trying to get to shelter?
They would be well within their rights as soldiers of the Star Army to commandeer the proper facilities, equipment, and space to set down their fighters. But how many civilians, more grievously injured, and in much greater danger of dying from their injuries, would suffer for that? This situation made him feel profoundly uncomfortable, and it showed in his voice when he switched on his external mic again.
"Ma'am, with all due respect, I advise against diverting to Ryou. The hospitals will have their hands full treating civilian casualties. I would suggest flying up to the fleet instead. I will have better facilities to treat Cutter there, and if the Heitan has not sustained damage then space should..."
Two warning lights went off as Yaeko and Silac's heartrates went berserk and then cut off. Their fighter disappeared soon after from the sensors too.
"Damn it!"
He swore into the mic as he tried to find his two squadmates visually, struggling to see much of anything in this sea of kamikaze battlepods.
"Ma'am, I am not getting any vital sign feedback from Yaeko and Silac. Their fighter has dropped off the scopes. I'm trying to get a visual confirmation."
While Tarim-Juni banked into a position behind Solitaire's fighter, Minoru spared a glance at the city below them. How many stray battlepod shots had hit apartments, offices, and homes? How much wreckage and debris had fallen from the battle raging in the skies over the city? How many people had been injured or trampled trying to get to shelter?
They would be well within their rights as soldiers of the Star Army to commandeer the proper facilities, equipment, and space to set down their fighters. But how many civilians, more grievously injured, and in much greater danger of dying from their injuries, would suffer for that? This situation made him feel profoundly uncomfortable, and it showed in his voice when he switched on his external mic again.
"Ma'am, with all due respect, I advise against diverting to Ryou. The hospitals will have their hands full treating civilian casualties. I would suggest flying up to the fleet instead. I will have better facilities to treat Cutter there, and if the Heitan has not sustained damage then space should..."
Two warning lights went off as Yaeko and Silac's heartrates went berserk and then cut off. Their fighter disappeared soon after from the sensors too.
"Damn it!"
He swore into the mic as he tried to find his two squadmates visually, struggling to see much of anything in this sea of kamikaze battlepods.
"Ma'am, I am not getting any vital sign feedback from Yaeko and Silac. Their fighter has dropped off the scopes. I'm trying to get a visual confirmation."