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

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After spending a minute or two sewing up Anselm's outward injuries, Suku pat the Marine on the shoulder, the good one. The Doctor was heartless, unfeeling, and quite the bitch, but she respected a Marine who could survive the beating Anselm went through. She leaned down to Anselm for a moment.

"Alright, Glue, I'm gunna' leave you here for moment, I've got to do a quick prosthetic procedure, and check some Marines out of this med bay. I'll come back for you in a sec, 'kay?" Suku patted Anselm, and then walked off to grab a prosthetic hand. She took a moment to pick out something decent, and then found her mark. Then, she grabbed some prosthetic attachment materials and tolls, and strolled over to Jan.

"Here's your temporary hand, you're going to use it until I can order a replacement." said Suku, pushing Jan back down on the table and leveling the prosthetic with his hand. She closed up the gap, and the synthetic fibers on the prosthetic began attaching to pre-disposed nerve points, the Doctor working at his wrist to make sure the attachment went smoothly. After a few moments, Jan would gain a drugged feeling in where his hand used to be. His prosthetic wouldn't feel very dextrous, but it moved none-the-less. "This won't be as good as a fine-tuned cybernetic, but it'll work well enough. Now, get out, and take him..." Suku looked at Sam for a moment, "Yeah, him, with you if you want."

Suku left the man and went back to grab another prosthetic, this time, an arm for Anselm. When she found an arm big enough for the man, she ran back over to him, carefully rolling the ID-SOL in a position she would be comfortable with, and then began to work at attaching the arm.
 
Orange medic didn't wait long. Sean bited down, whiech meant he was good to go. "Okay here it goes," she said and moved the knee. Ugly sound went out as joints joined together again. It must have hurt like hell, but she didn't want to use painkillers since leg wasn'T Seans only wound apparently. She then took out the bullet casing with bite marks on it now and used knifes to fix the leg so it won't move. Casing went into her pocket, she will give it to Sean later.

"Okay mate, let's get you to med bay know," she said and went for stretchers. Took it with other marine and gently put Sean on it. Then they went into medical. Doctor was just working with albino named Anselm. "Doctor you might want to looke at this one. He has dislocated knee which I fixed, but I am worried about head wound. He is unresponsive. Hard landing." She and other marine put Sean on of the examination table.
 
Phaedra wasn't sure how to react to Harrison's comment at first, but at least she knew he wasn't serious. It had something to do with that woman she saw at Roger Wilco; she had stabbed Anslem with her hypolathe and caused him to convulse uncontrollably. She was the Chief Medical Officer?

"If the medical officer treats all her patients that horribly..." thought Phaedra with a furrowed brow, "I'm glad I made it out of the combat zone relatively unscathed."

Still, Phaedra did as ordered and helped any wounded marines lingering in the hangar toward the med-bay. She dropped off the marine she was escorting and quickly glanced around the organized chaos of the med-bay for Amelia. Phaedra was sure Amelia was fine, but she was still concerned for her friend. Unsuccessful, Phaedra made her way through the extra bodies crowding the corridors and returned to the hangar. She sighed slightly before she returned to maintaining her NIGHT.
 
The N-F/A came into radar not long before radar contact was made. Aari pulled and tugged the beaten ship around the Arcadia looking for the recently installed fighter bay "Arcadia Actual this is Raven Five of the NESS Coming in."

She spoke partially to her self as she checked her ships status. These last few days have paid hell on the chassis and engine but overall the ship seemed stable. A plethora of chords ran up her Hostiles arms attaching along the PA's arms and neck to allow for faster response time from the suit and the pilot

"This is NSS Acadia Flight Control." Aari's communications responded. "The deck is clear, fly up to the side of of the Acadia and we'll bring you in."

She follows orders and pulled to the side of her new mother ship

This crane system certainly is going to make combat landing an issue." she spoke out loud though it sounded like she was speaking to her self. She wanted to make it clear that the current system could endanger her life in combat situations.

The computers on the N-F/A synched up with the Acadia's tacnet and then lined the figther up just outside the hangar doors. Once this was done, the crane system lazily snaked an arm outside the force field keeping the atmosphere inside the ship separated from the cold confines of space. The arm hovered tenaciously above the fighter for a moment, and then suddenly slammed down on it, gripping onto the craft wherever it could.

Aari cringed, She could feel the paint scrapping away and her sweet Louie's (the name of her ship) body give way under the arms. "Careful ,careful!" she spoke in urgency - the arms didn't actually damage anything just her paranoia and frustration of the new system was obvious.

"This is Acadia Control, sorry about that." The comm stammered. "Still getting used to the system ourselves. We'll bring you in immediately." At that the arm slowly drew the fighter within the S1 Hray, the snails pace making up for the previous application of brute force.

Discarded Power Armors from the evacuated marines were hastily piled up in one corner of the hangar just to make way for the N-F/A. A few marines were waiting expectantly in the middle of the bay, eyeing Aari's progress intently. The arm then gently but laboriously dropped the Fighter on the elevator, the platform depressing slightly to absorb the shock of the 'landing'. To Acadia Control's credit, it was decently done. Aari's comms piped up. "Welcome back to the NSS Acadia."

Aari fidgeted inside the suit thinking this is the longest docking procedure she has ever taken. There is nothing more nerve racking than being trapped in a ship that can't move of its own accord, she only hoped that she would never have to do that during combat. The ship jolted a little as it was dropped and she ran diagnostics as the ships engine whined and hissed to a hault, She pulled a lever at her right side allowing the cock pit hatch that once connected to her suit ejected and fell to the side. Her Hostile PA stood from its seat and climbed out of the cockpit of the only fighter aboard Arcadia.
 
Sam convulsed for a good few minutes, clutching her crotch at Suku's brutal kick. She curled up, whining in pain as stars burst before her eyes. It took her a bit to recover, but eventually she got up onto her hands and knees - just before she vomited copiously on the floor, little chunks of meat roll visible in the brownish-tan sludge. She struggled to her feet and wiped a hand over her mouth, clearing the remnants of burning goop before she smeared the mess on one of the examination tables. She shot one last hate-filled glare at the medic before she limped out of the medbay, still half-bent and holding herself.
 
Suku finished up Anselm's arm, and punched the Marine lightly on the other arm. She smiled in pride at her work, while loading a new serum into her Hypolathe.

"Okay, Glue, that should hold you until I can order you a fresh cybernetic." She rotated the man over, to get him comfortable, laying his bandaged cranium on the head cushion. "You're gunna' have case of the stupids for a little while, so I want you to sit here for a little while. I'm gunna inject you with a little something that will increase your cell-growth and osteoblast/clast activity." She leaned down to his ear, jabbing him with the Hypolathe, loaded with the two different solutions, "Your ribs should heal up pretty quick, but do something fucking stupid, and I'll rip that god damn prosthetic off and shove it up your ass."

It was then she heard someone blowing chunks in her med-bay, which served to redden Suku's face in anger. She looked over and saw Sam getting up and about to leave the med-bay. Before the marine could, Suku hustled over, and grabbed the Marine by the collar, pull him back in.

"No the fuck you don't, you're cleaning that shit up. Then you can leave." Suku growled angrily, starting to pull Sam back into the bay.
 
"Fuck you, bitch," Sam slurred, still a little woozy from the drugs and the kick. Her vomit-smelling breath washed over Suku's face, though it didn't smell that much different from that of a normal Nepleslian man. "It's your fault, you clean up your own damn medbay."
 
Harrison was heading back from the PA bay. He didn't know why, but it probably had something to do with the train of wounded grunts trickling back into the ship's med-bay. He lended a shoulder to those who couldn't make it on their own, guiding them into a place where they could rest for a while, checking on the status of other soldiers in the group, generally attempting to make the wounded comfortable while they waited. He was an old hardass, but that didn't make him feel a bit bad for the guys who had been shot to shit while he had just gotten off with a few bruised ribs.

At this point Sam was on her way out with Suku hot on her heels. The ex-merc used the bulk of the line of soldiers to shield himself from the wrath of the clearly-miffed ship's doctor, and peeked out just in time to see Sam being nearly-dragged by Suku. He broke from the little line, moving up next to Sam. "If somebody needs to mop the mess up, I'll do it." The ex-merc grunted. "I mean, either way, it's getting cleaned up."

Without waiting for a response, the merc shouldered past Suku and into the med-bay, looking at the mess on the floor that Sam had just expelled. 'Mmm, manly meat roll,' Harrison thought to himself as one hand instinctively reached to a storage cabinet and wrapped around a jug of cleaning alcohol.
 
Suku let go of Sam's collar, giving him a bit of a glare. She felt like saying something to him, but decided against it. Wordlessly, she strolled back into the med-bay, attending to the next patient in line.
 
Jan sighed, looking at Sam, go then at Suku. Shaking his head, the marine lowered it slightly. Sighing again, Jan spoke up, his speech slow and simple.

"I have to apologize for Sam's behavior. He's normally quite withdrawn, and this behavior seems odd. He probably likes you, but does not know how to express it, so he reacted like he did. But, to be completely honest, You did start this. I do not enjoy seeing people hurt my squadmates. Please refrain from doing this in the future." Smiling, the Nepleslian turned, jogging to catch up with Sam, putting his right arm around her shoulder.

"How're you holding up, Sam?"
 
Suku strolled over to Sean, observing his condition. He seemed to be a little delirious, so she started loading a small dosage of the stuff doctors used in the case where brain-spiders caused any damage with their insertion. It was known to ease any damage to the brain and speed it's recovery. With a quick jab, she stabbed the Marine in the side with it.

"Hey, stupid, can you hear me?" asked Suku, leaning down towards the man.
 
Having gotten Anslem out of his armour and gotten someone else to put him onto the operating table, Henry now found it prudent to try and repair what could be repaired. Armour wise, at least. He took a look at Anslem's Aggressor.

Some of the plates which had to be peeled open to get Anslem out were beyond salvage unless they were melted down and refabricated, so Henry discarded those bits. However, most of the weapons were intact, so he fixed what he could back on. This was took at least half an hour per weapon, requiring every tool he had in his box and nearby, along with information downloaded to his datapad.

Then came repairing the muscles. This was similar to doing keyhole surgery, since the items in question were so small, and had to be reconnected or whatever couldn't be reconnected plucked out and replaced. This was a 'round-the-clock' job which would keep him busy for the next hour or so.

He kept a flask of brandy nearby, taking swigs every now and again to maintain concentration.
"Damage this severe can't go undocumented," He mumbled to himself halfway through the procedure as he wrote a report on all of the damage as he went, with a list of everything that was fixed, everything that couldn't be fixed and needed replacing, and where it had to be.
 
Edward stood in the maelstrom of motion, before he could speak or act the man in the armor was whirled away and he was left with a Hostile PA, it was too small for his frame, so he simply reached inside and activated the P/p system and set it to hold the armor just off the floor, he quickly pulled it out of the way of the fighter and turned to watch.
 
While Avel was talking, Fian browsed through his closet and flung the female marine a towel, he then continued on to locate a pair of pants and sweatshirt, these he placed next to her on the bed before sitting down on a swivel chair opposite his ward. The Master Chief did not interrupt the woman throughout her story, rather making affirmative sounds (Aha, Oh, Hmm and so forth) as she went on. He maintained a look of concern throughout the 'conversation'.
"I shudder to think of what Captain Peters would do if he saw me like this."
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Fian's eyeballs warily shifted to the door leading into the bridge, then to one of the room's many hidden security cameras placed above it. Luckily this very invasive security measure of the Ship was governed by the local SAVTECH, no human operators were involved unless under exceptional situations. The MC snapped back to eye contact. "He's got other things to look at."

"No doubt you are both physically and mentally exhausted, the events of today and the loss of your squad, among other things must weight heavily on you. Less has been expected from a soldier in your position." Fian diagnosed, and gave a prescription. "But if you still cannot feel at ease knowing that you were the one biggest factor in the rescue of four hundred if not the four thousand marines that were almost left behind. Then how about a seven day waiver from duties while you recover? It is the least I could do. For now." The MC smiled, gratefully.
 
After depositing Talbain in the infirmary, Kingston noticed a rather (un)pleasant medical officer dishing out drugs like pharmacist during the Bubonic Plague. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite...

Seeing Sam roughed up like that brought back a very clear memory of his fellow Marine being drugged for making a rather commonplace jibe, and collapsing into seizures.

That woman, he remembered. Suku. He hadn't bothered to remember a rank, only that she was a cruel bitch, and it was best to stay out of her way. Speaking of the matter reminded him that he was still standing there, and made his way out, looking for something else to keep him busy.
 
Sean still had the bullet casing in his mouth, but when he got stuck with the needle, he spit it out, and glared at Suku. Taking a second to slow his breath down, he steadied himself and answered. "Yes, asshole, I can hear you. Walking on a shattered knee just kinda whited me out for a second or two." He looked around and realized he wasn't quite sure where he was. "Or maybe a bit more then that."
 
Avel was shocked to hear that she had been given an entire week off from duty. But what really made her eyebrows shoot up was how much credit she had been given. At the most she expected to be noted for coming up with the tactic that had saved hundreds of lived. The MC however had just called her the main reason most of the marines were alive.

After a few seconds of silence Avel managed to speak. "Thank you sir." Then she smiled slyly. "Actually, I do know one other thing that you can do for me." She said as she got off the bed and walked over to the MC. "Allow me to give you an idea of what I have in mind." With that she grabbed the MC, lowered her head to his level and kissed him on the lips.
 
While heading to the medical room, Chief Ran had pulled out the datapad to check up on the conditions of the Marines on board the Acadia. When looking at medical staff on board, one name stood out amongst the rest.

Suku Matsobuki
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Haha, fuck that.

Ran immediately turned around and headed away from the Med Bay. Far away. In fact, he headed towards the Power Armor Bay. While enroute, the Chief sent a message to all male members of the NSS Acadia.

Chf.Ran said:
Hey, selling several pair of panties for 2DA. No questions. Easily sold for 10 DA to perverts. You make profits. Shit, I'll GIVE them to you all.
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Better cover my tracks as good as possible He thought, as he reentered the bay and looked for a nice place to be inconspicuous.
 
"Fuck off," Sam muttered roughly to Jan, giving him a shove. She was already embarrassed enough as it was, and didn't need some bull-headed marine making it worse. Just then, though, she got a message from Ran.

Panties? she thought. I could use some more... and it wouldn't be suspicious for me to have them. She turned and made her way to the power armor bay, looking for the Chief.
 
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