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RP: YSS Eucharis [Mission 18.3B] The City of Urtullan (HX-24)

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Egil flailed his arms around wildly as he lost his footing and dropped straight into the backside of the rear seats. The stitching on his wound held together, but blood started to seep through again thanks to the sudden shock of his head impacting the hard surface. Slightly dazed and disoriented he tried to get back to his feet once he heard his name shouted behind him but only barely managed to do so. While shaking off the daze he noticed the warning light on the back door’s control panel, moved towards it and tried to get it to override.

When the warning lights dimmed, no thanks to his efforts, he finally got a moment to look around the chaos. Gravedigger had been taken out, Bors was back inside and those without proper hazard equipment had been moved to the cockpit, all except for Conrad. Egil rushed over to him, breathed a sigh of relief once he saw the oxygen tank but was nonetheless worried of what the toxic atmosphere would have done to further worsen his wounds. At least he was still breathing for now.

When the shuttle pushed itself off the ground once more he sat down in the seat nearest to his buddy on the floor. He opened his helmet and rubbed his eyes to get the focus off of the pounding inside his head. Why in the world couldn't they just act according to plan just once, he thought while raising his head to stare at the shuttle´s ceiling.
 
"There is water in the back compartment, once you feel up to it, I would recommend that you come back, drink some and use some to flush any particulates out of your eyes." Sune said.

Sune returned to the passenger compartment, removed his helmet and placed it in the closest seat. He knelt next to Conrad to inspect his work and check his vitals. With the air once more clear he removed the mask from Conrad's face. He walked over to the open Survival kit now strewn across the floor picked up one of the sleeping bags and used it to form a pillow for Conrad's head.

He then sunk into one of the seats in the back and secured himself. He had the PMS-1 available to monitor Conrad so he relaxed.

He sent a message to the ship as they continued to rise.
"Away Team to Eucharis,
Returning to ship. Shuttle damaged but appears sound for the resturn.
All hands present. Have medical standing by to receive multiple injured."
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With the message sent, he reached into the medical kit, and gave himself a local to quite the throbbing of his arm. He chose to not pull up his data on the PMS-1 because he could already predict what it would show.
 
As the shuttle disappeared into the dusty sky, Gravedigger slowly stood up and then dusted himself off, then took a moment to feel his damaged helmet. Looking up a the sky, he raised an fist in the air and grumbled to himself, "Now they made it personal."
 
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