RP: NSS Acadia [Mission 3.5]: Back into the Frying Pan

Well looks like doctor lady has everything under control. "Yes ma'am!" Alex answered and went back to help others. She went in to hangar and started looking at injured emergency treated by other medics. She started taking who she thought needed to get under knife first. She was no doctot but artery injury is worse then broken finger. She knew at leat that.

Harrison arrived in the hangar bay, finally, and looked around at the carnage that was arranged about the area. Wounded and concussed soldiers were sprawled everywhere, either attempting to calm down after the battle or help their mates out of their armors. It was a gruesome thing to see. Harrison averted his eyes, instead focusing on a nearby armor.

Harrison moved towards the armor, finding that it was still assembled and online. As a matter of fact, it looked rather familiar. He could have sworn he had just served with it...

"Oh right." Harrison finally recognised the armor, somehow, as Santhis', and he must have still been inside it. The explanation for him not having parked it yet was that he, most likely, had been knocked unconscious. The likelihood of a concussion was unnerving, as well. So the ex-merc slowly plodded over to where the armor laid and carefully, so as not to stress his ribcage (goddamn motherfucking doctor's orders), and pulled Kel out of it. One he was out, the ex-merc carefully hauled Keladrian over to Alex.

"Got an unconscious." Harrison grunted. "Possible concussion." He transferred Kel's bulk over to Alex's shoulders. "Your problem now."

With the rush of the battle still fresh on his mind, Rico Sanroma strolled into the medical bay with a casual grin. Behind him, hovering in the doorway but not entering, a handful of other marines watched him with similar smug grins...a couple of men from Rico's squad, no doubt, come to watch their peer get his wounds treated. Although, from the way Rico was acting, whatever wounds he had received in the skirmish weren't that serious. The Sergeant smoothed a hand through his hair nonchalantly as he caught sight of Suku.

"Hey babycakes," Rico said as he approached the Medical Officer, casting a quick glance at his handful of squadmates standing out in the doorway. "Heard you were handin' out the bandages."

After rubbing down Sam with some of the burn Ointment, Suku overlooked more of her wounds, to see whether or not the Marine needed more care. Seeing as she appeared stabilized, the Petty Officer left her to the other medics. For a moment, she thought about checking on Carina, to see if the young girl was alright. Yet, things never really seemed to go the way Suku would've wanted them to.

"Hey babycakes," Rico said as he approached the Medical Officer, casting a quick glance at his handful of squadmates standing out in the doorway. "Heard you were handin' out the bandages."

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Oh my God... Suku thought as the mere sight of the man filled her veins with anger. Though, in the short time with Carina, and a mental practice Kokuten had taught her before they parted ways, Suku had a way of controlling and channeling her rage. She turned her back to the man for a moment then turned around.

"Hiiiii!" Suku cheerily greeted him, with a smile that showed no malice, hate, or negative emotion, and went on in the cheery tone. "Yeah! Sorry, you're not really that injured for me to give a shit! Though! If you stick around, I can give you a reason for me to give a shit!"

Rico chuckled, almost nervously, as he lightly rubbed the side of his neck. The marine held his other hand up in a non-aggressive nature. "Whoa whoa, chill out a minute sweetheart. I got thrown pretty hard in a grenade blast, think I mighta' pulled somethin' in the lower back." Rico quickly pulled off his green marine overshirt, revealing a simple white tank-style undershirt. He then balled his fist and lightly rapped his knuckles along the flesh on his lower back. From first glance, however, nothing seemed to be wrong.

"Really?" Suku seemed to ask with girlish curiosity. She looked closely at his back with her purple eyes, and then considered it for a second. Inside, her rage only boiled further as the squad leader seemed to play with her. Of course, this surprised her, she figured that Sanroma would know better than to play with her of all people.

"Let me see." Suku said, placing her recently sterlized hands on his back, feeling that dark, Los Apagos skin. That manly, sex-... Suku shook her head for a moment, allowing her thoughts to come into order, and her rage to return.

"Does it hurt when I do, this?" With that, she jabbed him in the back with her fist, with her face looking at him with a professional warmth.

The Nepleslian sergeant had anticipated many things...but to prod a man's wound? Rico did not expect that...but luckily, the pain he felt from Suku cheap shot was only from the fact that it was indeed a cheap shot. In fact, nothing was physically wrong with his lower back, save for the new bruise he would no doubt gain from Suku's harsh form of doctoring. It still hurt, though...enough to make Rico's body jump sharply as he hissed in pain through his teeth.

"SHHHHHHHHIT! Gah," Rico lowered his head as he took a couple deep breaths. The handful of marines out near the door all cringed slightly as the blow landed, only to continue smirking at their squadmate as he went about his business. "Yeah...I think ya got it..."

"Oh!" Suku cupped her hands over her mouth. "I'm so sorry." Despite trying to fake a caring nature, it was difficult for her to stifle some giggling. It felt good to finally get back at Rico for some of things that the both of them went through in the past. Even if some of it was her fault, it still felt good. She shrugged, and smiled at him whole-fake-heartedly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we have cures for being a pussy. Though, I can jab some of this in you, it'll make sure that you're as tough as your little daughter!" Suku mocked him still, while she held up her Hypolathe for him to see.

"No no," Rico waved a hand dismissively as he rubbed away at the impact point with the other. His eyes flickered around the room for a moment at Suku's comment about Carina...the Nepleslian was still very wary of such heinous rumors being spread about that matter. "I think I'm good now." Truth be told, Rico was getting a little hot-headed...not that he didn't enjoy being punched in the back while faking an injury. There was something else on his mind, and it had to wait until the medical officer had momentarily turned her attention elsewhere.

Flashing a sly grin, Rico straightened back up and slung his green uniform top over his shoulder. Then, in a single quick motion, used his other free hand to give the Geshrin hothead a playful slap on the rear. "Thanks for the TLC, sweetheart."

As if on queue the little bundle of mischief came tumbling out of the cabinet in which Suku had hid her in. The child squirmed on the floor making little 'Murrrr' sounds as she came up into a seated position. The voices in the room to her were dim at the moment as her senses had yet to be brought back into full focus.

Oh, she caught some of what Suku was saying as she pawed at her hazel eyes with her hands, the datajockey the woman had given her in her lap. She let out a little yawn after a moment of continued ignorance of the situation, her hand covering her mouth before she smacked her lips together a few times and really looked at who was talking for the first time.

There were a bunch of loud guys at the door...some guy laying on a medical bed lathered in some strange goop that smelled awful even from where she sat. Her little nose wrinkled at that, and then she rest her gaze on Suku and....her father! Oh that caused her to perk right up it did! She was on her feet faster then Suku's temper could flare, bolting for the man a heartbeat later.

She let out a little squeal of delight as she tackled his leg from the side. "Paaaaaaaaaapppppppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~" the long, drawn out word full of affection and love for the man.

For all of a few seconds, Suku felt pretty on top of things as her triumphant onslaught on the Marine continued. Though, as she seemed to gather attention on something else, she felt a sudden slap on her bottom.

"Thanks for the TLC, sweetheart."

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Suku's head turned slowly to Rico, the rage obvious in the woman's face as she rubbed her butt. The Medical Officer snapped, and was going to maul the Nepleslian, if it weren't for the appearance of the little Sanroma she had stuffed away. Carina stole her attention, before the little girl hopped up and embraced her father.

Even in that warm family moment, Rico would've been able to feel the piercing gaze of two purple eyes.

Rico smiled nervously as he tempered Suku's rage further, uncertain as to just what she would do after he had done the deed. Carina's sudden appearance also stole Rico's attention away...but for a slightly different reason. He had actually forgotten that Carina was with the medical officer...but seeing how Suku's incandescent anger seemed to stall slightly in the face of Carina's characteristic charades, Rico was suddenly very glad he had taken the time to unintentionally procreate.

The Nepleslian knelt down and picked up Carina beneath the shoulders, making sure to keep his brown eyes glued onto Suku in case the Medical Officer was intent on finishing the job if he let down his guard. Rico then quickly handed off the child to Suku. "Hang on to this for a sec, beautiful."

Having gotten rid of Carina for the moment, Rico trotted back over to the doorway of the medical bay, where his squadmates stood, mouths agape in apparent amazement. One of them stepped up and crossed his arms, looking rather cross. "What the fuck Sanroma, that's bullshit. You didn't say nothing about your little cousin helping you. We made the bet with Matsobuki and just Matsobuki," the man said sternly. The others, some still in a state of shock, nodded and grumbled in agreement. Rico merely shrugged and turned his head away haughtily. "Hey assholes, I bet ya'll I could slap her ass an' get away with it, an' that's what I did. Now pay up."

The men hesitated for a moment and glared at the suave sergeant, but Rico's nonchalance continued to eat away at them until they found themselves placing a handful of Nepleslian bills into Rico's outstretched hand. Poor and defeated, Rico's squadmates trudged away begrudgingly, leaving Rico to stroll casually back to Carina and Suku a slightly richer man.

"I'm going to--..." Suku began venomously before Carina was handed off to her. Having the little girl in her arms had a calming effect on her. At first, Carina would've definitely felt the shaking rage, which eventually melted into a strange calm.

The woman watched the Nepleslian stroll away from them for a moment. With a very heavy sigh, she bounced Carina up and down to get a better grip on the girl. I don't have time for this shit... Suku thought angrily as she observed the conversation taking place between the soldiers. When Rico started coming back to her, she decided to take the initiative.

"What the hell was that about?" Suku growled.

Rico gave Suku a blank stare. "Payday," he said simply, thumbing the small fortune in his hand.

Carina stiffled a yawn as she was bounced up and down by Suku as she tried to get a better grip on the girl. She had a arm draped over Suku's shoulder, the other being used to rub the sleep out of her eyes as she listened. Miss Suku sounded quite mad... but not as bad as she had been...

Glancing over her shoulder at her father, she wore a cute little smile as he sauntered back over, looking quite pleased with himself. The girl did notice the paper money in his hand though, and she peered at it a moment longer before he was simply too close to do so any longer.

"They didn' seem happy...an' they'ere scaaaary lookin' too. An...An ugly." said Carina who buried her face into the side of Suku's neck and shoulder for the moment.

Suku sighed, her face still a little red from the stuff she just went through. As Carina dug her face into her neck, she pat the little girl's head and then presented her to Rico. Her expression seemed to transition into a mix frustration and disappointment.

"She's done nothing but talk about how she's been wanting to see you again." Suku stated, shaking the Sanroma in her hands lightly at the smug Sanroma in front of her, wanting him to take her. "I'm busy with PCM protocol in effect, so it's time for you to be a parent."

Alex kneeled by Kel to check him otu. His eye were not very responsive but his heart rate was good enough for him to survive. What made her concern was large purple and red bruise on Kels forehead. She raised her head and looked at Harrison. "Okay mate, I need you help. THis one has some ugly head-wound. I need you to find some other guy, get a stretchet and get him to med bay. I am worried about his brain. He could get worse quite quickly. Take him there, I ahve others to looke at." With that said she stood up and went to another pacient.

She got to person in Hostile. She managed to recognize guy from her squad. Sean Masson was his name. At leas savtech said so. He lied by the wall but he looked consicous. "Hey Sean, you okay?" she asked before getting him out of his Hostile.

The bridge was dimly lit as usual. The bridge crew paid no heed to the Master Chief that just stepped in, but Captain Peters was staring at him intently. What made this uncomfortable was that while Peters generally opposed the things Fian did, Peters played along anyways. The MC would be less indebted if the Captain was more willing. "SIR!" Fian gave his dues and saluted, hoping he could make this a short affair. "The marines are safely onboard, we can leave at anytime."

The wizened old man turned to the main screen, gesturing incredulously to the MC to look too. "Elements of the 1st AF left us a line of anti-interdiction buoys to jump out of the Mishhu dragnet. Sounds familiar to you?"

The Vel Steyr turned away slightly and bit his lip. "Thank you sir. We couldn't have done it without you, again."

Peters leaned forward, he was only slightly satiated and had a more to let off his chest. "Young man you have higher authorities to answer to once we get back to Golding, I am not letting you off early this time because of that, but because you and your squad actually succeeded and saved many a life, again. Congratulations."

"Thank you sir." Fian bit a little harder, could his small wish come true after all?

"But if you pull this stunt again and FUCK UP." The Captain raised his voice, a thunderous roar befitting an ancient pirate on the high seas. "Rest in peace knowing that I'll be the first to piss on your grave. Understood? Dismissed."

Fian hurried out of the Bridge as fast as he could without being disrespectful.

Anselm was carted into the Medical Bay by two medics, one handed a datapad to Suku "three broken ribs, seven cracked or bruised; laceration on the left thigh; needs a new arm".

"h-rm, hello, again... ma'am" the marine managed to grin up at Suku before coughing roughly and wincing "khu- nnngh, a little dinged up right now, sorry I can't give you a reason to stick me with that needle of yours, heh- ow... ugh, just patch me up before I puncture a lung with my lip".

Sean's response, though it was meant to say "I think so." came out more along the lines of "mrglfphr." His head was pounding, and his knee's recent separation from it's sockets was almost definitely not helping anything.