"I am the medical attention! The only way we're getting her to anyone more qualified than me is when we blast off this rock on that ship! Stop lecturing us all and get those civilians and prisoners separated while I deal with Zeta! And hand me your pressure dressing from your survival kit!" The ex-Forest Ranger snapped at Yoshiro.
Makoto cursed under his breath. "Okay, okay, take it easy. I'm right here, if you need anything, let me know. You're not going to die. You've fought for so long and you can hang on just a little longer." Makoto spoke softly and calmly to Zeta.
He pulled out his own survival kit from his armor's butt pack with his right hand, supporting Zeta with his left. Soon, he was rifling through the pack and tossing out everything he didn't need right then. Then he found what he was looking for. The towel was perfect for applying pressure. Makoto applied it to the entry wound on Zeta's , which was bleeding profusely. "It's going to hurt but bear with it," he said softly to her.
Makoto switched hands quickly so that he could grab his helmet and radioed to the squad, "I need a medical kit! Does anyone have a medical kit? Star Army or UOC? Anything! One of the POWs is in bad shape. We either leave now or I get a medical kit to stabilize her!"
He pulled out the space blanket and tried clumsily with one hand to wrap it around Zeta. "You, make sure the craft is ready to leave! No bombs, no tricks, no bloody knives!"
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Takamori's ears perked up. Wounded prisoner? So that was where Makoto had disappeared to. But who? If it was Zeta... Takamori pushed the thought, he was torn between going back or staying at his defensive post. He had the detonator, if the NMX broke through, he had to be there to collapse the tunnel. But he needed to help back there.
He made his choice. He had sworn to protect Zeta and her sisters. He would see that through. Plus, Arai-hei was making it impossible to shoot the Render. "Falling back to secure the wounded!"
And before Tsubei-heisho could protest, Takamori had flown back to where Makoto was treating Zeta. For a moment, he was silent, trying to absorb the shock of seeing Zeta so bloodied. Then his shock turned to anger. He activated both of his forearm aether blades and strode vengefully over to the UOC civilians.
"You like to knife unarmed prisoners? You've just made yourself a combatant! Obviously you have the weapons! Get out there," he ordered angrily at the UOC civilians, "and defend your own homes! She worked to help you and this is the gratitude you traitors have. Traitors to the Empire, traitors for life!" Takamori spoke with such venom and wondered what was restraining him from cutting them down.
When it was clear none of them were moving towards the combat, he spoke again. "If you cowards aren't going to fight, then don't you dare touch those who have the courage to! Drop whatever weapons you have hidden and follow Tanaka! If any other prisoners are hurt or if she dies, you're going to have to hope someone will stop me from sending you onwards!"
He deactivated the aether blades and pointed to the Nekos. "Leave those traitors. Those honorless scum are unworthy of any aid. Help Makoto comfort Zeta. If you have medical training or supplies, help him."
To make sure the prisoners and civilians separated, Takamori started shoving the civilians, wounded or no, forwards. It took the greatest restraint to hold himself back from decking the woman with bloodied hands.
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Makoto kept quiet as he tried to decide what else he could do. Takamori was Takamori. He would explode and he would shout and threaten but in the end, he probably would not actually kill unarmed civilians. "Zeta, you can't die. You've got a knight in shining armor doing everything he can to protect you and your sisters," he said to her with a smile.