RP: NSS Acadia [Post Mission 3]: R&R (Rest and Rations)

Sean had started at the gunshots, even going so far as to draw his own pistol, but he too had stayed put for the most part, deciding that the more people with guns packed into the hallways, the worse it would get. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his spare hand, he looked down at the floor. He was still mourning the loss of his meat roll (it had been knocked over when he stood up) when Fian's announcement about the delayed ceremony came through. Damn it. Lost my meat roll, I walked all of the way down here for nothing, and whatever happened between those two was bad enough to postpone the ceremony, and that definitely isn't good.

Sam slowly stood with Alex's help, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Where're we goin'?" she mumbled blearily, leaning slightly against the other woman.

"Showers," said Alex. "We need to get you all cleaned up. Then we will go to mess hall and get you nice warm cup of coffe. And whiskey." Alex remembered, about little whiskey bottle in each ration. She will gather them later. For now she held Sam and helped her on the way to showers. "You will get a shower and I will fetch you fres uniform. Just tell me where you locker is. By the way I am Alex. We were together on Rok'veru. You are pretty sharp. And pretty shooter. That would make you sharpshooter huh?" Alex tried to speak to Sam to keep her mind off blasting that psycho over whole hall.

Red ammo? Why would she walk around with red rounds in her revolver. Well anyway, she will have to go and hit Harrison in face. He was like the biggest wanker on the whole ship. He shouldn't have shouted like that, when it was clearly Sam who shot. And she lied on ground vomiting and feeling all bad. Poor fellow. Yes Harrions definetly desereves a good punch.

The Chief simply sighed and laid back, electing to not drink some ICA in light of the fact that he was on painkillers. Trying not to look at his mangled knee, the Chief simply waited for the Nurse to amputate it.

"If you have any models that can hold weapons in them, it'd be appreciated."

Rico looked down at Carina's offering with a quizzical expression. It took him a moment to figure out what the object even was... but when he realized it was edible, the sergeant barely gave it another thought as he grabbed it and scarfed the Nepleslian delicacy down. Although the commotion outside of the mess had died down, Rico remained a little wary. Fian had ran after them... it looked as though the medal rewarding ceremony that the slick Nepleslian had been eagerly anticipating was going to be postponed. With a sigh, Rico reached down and grabbed Carina's can of soda.

"Guess Matsobuki's too busy chasin' ladies to hang out with you, eh shortcakes?" the sergeant said absent-mindedly as he raised the stolen drink to his lips.

Suku reved the bone-saw in her hand.

"You ready for this?" The nurse asked hovering the cutting instrument over the designated slicing point.

"Just fucking do it. I can't stand to see that mangled piece of shit anymore." Ran growled, attempting to keep his eyes away from the cutting instrument and his soon-to-be stump.

"I think it's kind'a cute." Suku giggled, intentionally taking up time. "It's like, women have a reason to feel sorry for you. Hell, you might even get some now!"

"No thanks. I'll pay a few hundred DA to some girl when we get our shore leave. At least she won't be as likely to stab me in my sleep after. Unless I don't pay her." The Chief started to get a bit nervous "Fucking goddamn, just cut the motherfucker off already."

"Alright!" The Medical Officer replied cheerily, sinking the teethed-blade into Ran's leg. The small device dove sharply through his flesh, before cutting at the bone causing the blade to slow. Bits of blood and gore split and splatted on Suku's face, apparently she had gained the Alliance's Medical Officer's ability of dealing with such messy sights.

"So, what do you plan to do for shoreleave?" said the working Doctor to the drugged Marine.

Though the Chief was filled to his eyeballs with painkillers, the sheer trauma of the operation nearly caused him to pass out. The only thing that stopped him was the horrible pain coming from his foot, as well as a genuine fear of passing out in the presence of this particular medical officer.

"What the fuck else do I do on shoreleave? I'm guaranteed to get drunk, more than likely will test out the ass-kicking ability of my new limb, and will probably end up in the drunk tank."

Suku sliced through the bone, the saw making a hard thunk on the table as it finished it's dive through the Marine's mangled limb. With little concern for how the Marine would feel about it, she grabbed the severed limb by the ankle and cast it across the medbay. She slung the bloodied limb across the tables and on the floor, and getting a small amount more of blood on herself and her patient.

"You do know you're only getting a prosthetic, right?" Suku mentioned, arching a brow at the Marine as she walked over to the cabinents to grab some gauze to slow the bleeding. She came back and started to dab the bleeding stump.

"That's a bit disconcerting. Don't we have...healthcare or some shit like that?" The Chief spat some blood out from his mouth as his limb was flung across the floor like a prom night mistake into a dumpster. Watching her dab at his limb and trying to forget about the horrible, searing pain, the Chief tried humor.

The painkillers almost caused him to mention her panties. But she would probably just let him bleed out right on the table if he mentioned it. So, instead, he asked "If you kiss it, it'll feel better" The Chief wriggled his stump at that.

Suku looked up at Ran for a moment as she dabbed at his legs. The fact that the Chief was able to do something other than complain surprised her. She smiled at him likely, actually liking the joke.

"You're cute, Rui." She said, almost mockingly as she stood up and walked over to small closet that housed the prosthetics, "Stupid, but cute." For a moment, she dissappeared into the house of limbs, before coming out with a prosthetic that was Ran's size. She wiggled the thing in his face before setting it down on his stomach.

"That's your temporary limb until we can order a cybernetic that's custom made for you." explained Suku as she strolled over to a small toolbox, pulling out a few gizmos that would help her attach the leg.

You're cute, Rui.

The Chief had nothing to say at that. There was a feeling of suspicion, fear, and a sense of being violated mixed with the dull pain coming from his stump. Ran simply nodded at her when she waved the prosthetic limb like a giant personal phallus in front of him.

Suku came back over dragging a small stool with her as she went and sat down next to the stomp. The Doctor grabbed the limb and placed it in front of the severed area.

"Now stay still, or I'm going to sew this own backwards." she warned him, carefully positioning the leg. When it was in place, she broke a seal on the part that connected with him, causing a small ooze to leak out. She pushed the two masses together and began to work at managing the attachment of his nerves and rerouting of his blood vessels. Her eyes and arms were the only things that moved, she appeared allmost enraptured by her work until she spoke, not looking at him. "Say, care to explain how a little girl like that kicked your fucking knee in? I mean, you're a grown god-damn man."

The Chief was dazzled by the pain as the Medical Officer went to work on his new prosthetic. For some reason, he had the idea that he was feeling more pain for a reason.

"How about you explain to me how a little girl like that survives being shot three times?"

"Simple, you didn't hit anything vital. She however, had enough force in her leg to reverse your god damn knee." Suku spoke, one of her eyebrows raising to show her attitude as she still paid attention to her work.

"Somehow, when three .45 slugs enter your body, I'm pretty sure you don't keep on fighting because it didn't hit shit. Besides, the hydrostatic shock produced by those rounds still fucks up everything around it." The Chief had been shot before, and as shooting people was his profession, he had a basic idea of what bullets do to human bodies.

Suku set down the prosthetic utensils as the seams of Ran's legs were closed. If the Chief looked at his leg, he'd see the doll-jointed leg that had replaced his previous leg. It was an industrial yellow color with small bands of text going around it that said 'TEMPORARY'. He would necessarily have full feeling just yet, it would almost sense as if he was slightly numb.

"Well, we'll just stick to the fact that you're a pussy when fighting women." said the doctor, standing up with a sigh, wiping some of the blood off her face. She poined over at where she had tossed his leg, "You want your boot?"

The Chief sat up on the table, dangling both feet of the right side and slowly bringing the new prosthetic up and down, trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Yes, I would like the boot. Might as well keep up a semblance of normalcy here."

The Medical Officer strolled over to the severed leg and pulled the boot off, along with the sock underneath. With that done, she went back over to the table and set the blood-stained boot and smelly sock down in front of him. She looked down at his bare legs.

"You want your pants too?" Suku muffled a chuckle.

The Chief chuckled a bit at that, getting down from the table and standing on his two feet, stomping his left just for the hell of it. "Yeah, that would be good. The one thing I don't need is to get my ass kicked by some girl who saw me walk around with no pants."

"You make it sound like that wouldn't happen anyway." she laughed, picking up Ran's pants and throwing them at his face. With that, she turned and walked over to the monitor on her desk, pulling up the keyboard. "When you feel like it, walk some of the pussy off of you and get over here. We have to fill out this Cybernetic Requisition Form."

"What the fuck ever" The Chief simply dismissed all the rest of what she said and walked on over there.

Heheh, I got a form you can fill out, alright. Heh.

Grinning at that, the Chief simply stood there and waited for her to give him a writing implement with which he could use to write his name on a piece of paper. Just curious, the Chief attempted to make out an outline of whatever undergarment Suku wore. Just in case he had to make another raid to get some more money.

"Just some regular bureacratic bullshit. Name, data, age, how fucking fat you are, and all that shit." Suku went on looking up and down the screen, tacking away on the keyboard.

"I did want to ask you somethin', though." piped the Medical Officer, her eyes cutting from the edge of her vision at him. If she was his mother, he could've probably thought he was in trouble.

Though the Chief's mother died far too early for him to develop a sense of knowing when a woman was about to rail him, his numerous encounters with prostitutes and female caretakers had helped him develop this skill.

"...What?"

"I was out-processing one of your squadmates yesterday," she said, looking between the screen and him as she typed. "He had some serious injuries, so he was seriously drugged up. I asked him if he was alright before I let him go, and he started freaking out. Next thing you know, he starts screaming, 'I didn't do it!', over and over in a stupor, like some fucking raging maniac."

She stopped for a moment and looked at Ran dead in the eyes. "When I talked that fuckhead today? He said to talk to 'you' about it."

The Chief immediately started thinking about dead babies and Neko sex slaves in order to suppress any sort of emotion that he would display at that. The Chief simply pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed it.

"No clue. Combat is stressful to different people in different ways."

Before the man could say anything, the violent medical officer whipped out a scalpel and slashed at Ran. The movement was so quick, he would've been likely suprised to see the cigarette away from his mouth and on the end of the tiny blade. She held the tip of the medical instrument to his face, the cigarette still lit. Her angry face seemed to be all she wanted to do in a way of conveying a message to him.

The Chief, very carefully, reached and picked the cigarette off of the blade. He then placed it in his mouth, without puffing it. As it was, he had already been through his knee being kicked in. And seeing as the jig may have well been up, simply asked

"You mad?"

She swiped the scalpel at him again, stealing the cigarette from his mouth another time.

"What the fuck do you think?" Suku said angrily.

You mad.

Was his only response. He hoped that the other medical officers would come and stop the bleeding from any horrible cuts he would receive.

The geshrin put her hand infront of his face. Her palm was up, as if asking for something.

"Give them to me." She said, her face showing that she wasn't going to put up with excuses.

Oh fuck.

"...They're either in my duffel bag. Or--."

Suku stopped him at 'duffel bag'.

"What the fuck do you mean, you god damn retard? You just pulled one out." She spat back at him, once again not appearing one for excuses.

"Oh. Yes."

The Chief pulled out the pack of cigarettes. And handed them to Suku.

"Here."

"Smoking in a medical bay, fuck. How stupid are you?" She said, throwing the cancersticks in the trash. Suku shook her head and started typing again. With a deep sigh, she looked back up at him. "Alright, do you want the cybernetic uncovered or covered?"

The Chief gulped silently.

He had just dodged a major fucking bullet. To cope with the stress, the Chief simply pulled out a single cigarette stashed in his right pocket and ate it. "Let's keep it covered."

Suku's face curled in disgust as she watched the man eat the cigarette.

"That's fucking gross." She shook her head and went on the list, "Do you want any special features to your legs?"

"Nothin' too flashy." The Chief held up his cybernetic right arm. Rather unpolished, and somewhat blocky. "All I need is something reliable that can cave in someone's chest cavity if need be."

"How about enhanced servos that allow you to kick like a horse?" Suku raised an eye brow, "We cut it off above the knee, so you could do that."

"I'm on a budget."

"The DIoN is paying for this."

"Oh, shit. Howabout that, and a compartment for a combat knife, then?"

If the Chief didn't have to pay for any of this bullshit, he might as well try to milk the system for as much as possible.

"Alright, enhanced servos... small knife compartment..." Suku tacked away, entering his requests. Then, with a sharp tack of the enter key, she looked back at him. "Give it a day or two, and they'll have your leg in. Though, I sure as hell ain't going to be here until we need to get back."

"That's all fine and dandy."

At that, the Chief started to make his way for the door.

Man, it would have been a tragedy if she asked about the panties...

Carina had worn a little smile as her father had taken the half of the meat roll she'd offered him. And then immediately frowned as the man didn't even say thank you at that! She made a little snubbed sound as she reached for the energy drink, only to see Rico swiping it to! Her cheeks puffed slightly, growing a little red. She'd liked that drink... Even if it was the elder Sanroma who took it, she'd learned to defend what was hers, just like back on Fortuna.

Not even responding to her father's question, she made grabby hands for the drink, hopping up a little in her seat, to no avail. Spotting an opening on his side, she balled her little fists up, and proceeded to 'pummel' Rico in his ribs. In truth it was pitiful really considering it was very likely she wouldn't even leave a bruise or ache but she continued on in a fury.

All the while she squeaked in a voice strained with agitation, "Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief! Gimmie my drink back!" her voice seemingly timed to the little impacts of her punches. After a few moments of this, she stopped, her wrists aching from it all. She however, kept huffing at the situation, clearly vexed.

The soda can stopped just shy the Rico's lips as they curled into a sly smile. Of course Carina's blows were hardly imposing, Rico's body moving slightly with each punch as he peered down at the feisty little girl. He found it entertaining how easily he had goaded Carina with something as simple as a delicious drink, and continue to allow her to pummel away at him to her hearts content until she had finished.

Lowering the can for a moment, Rico gave Carina a coy grin. "You gonna fight me for it, squirt?"

Carina gave him a rather sour look as a hand went out, and grabbed the other half of the meat roll. She chewed on it sullenly seeming to have given up. Once it was done though, and she looked as if she were going to reach for another packet from the can, the little girl did a little lunge from her seat she didn't seem to go for the can though, but at his arm and hand.

Rico was a little disappointed at first when Carina began to show disinterest in his challenge. Heaving a long sigh, the sergeant leaned back idly as the little girl picked through her ration...only to suddenly leap for his hand, still gripping the soda can. A feint, and a convincing one too! The little girl was able to yank down Rico's arm, his own balance a little askew from his leaning, and with a little effort take the can from him.

Carina, taking the initiative, yanked the can from his hand. She then hopped off the bench, spotting an exit and proceeded to run for it as fast as her little legs could carry her. Oh she was not about to let her father retake it from her, no sir! It was her's after all, and he hadn't even asked. Zig zagging through the marines that were milling about, she drew ever closer to sweet, sweet, freedom, and the sugary sweet drink in her hands would be her's to sip to her heart's content. She did however look over her shoulder, seeing if her father was after her though only to run head long into a set of legs connected to a certain medical officer.

The can flew out of her hands as she bowled over backwards, the contents spilling out as she went rump first on the metal deck with a squeak of surprise, and a slight mewling sound of her bottom aching now.

Looking up, Carina couldn't mistake that green hair, those purple eyes, and the expression on that face even though she had some slick red liquid on her. Her face was clean, but the front of her uniform however wasn't. After dealing with Chief Rui, the concern she'd been feeling earlier seemed to have peaked enough to drag her out of the medical bay and in search of the little girl who'd just ran into her. Even though knowing it was potentially safe in the mess, she however had been pretty doubtful the irresponsible man who was the girl's father had even watched her.

By the time she'd gotten back to the mess though, Suku'd managed to spot the pair, and what had been going on between them.

"You do know she hasn't had anything all day, right?" Suku said, helping Carina off her tail. The Medical Officer didn't exactly feel in the best mood at that very moment, and didn't like what she saw.

"She's fucking hungry, and fucking thirsty." The Medical Officer snapped at the cassenova.

A little surprised as her sudden departure, Rico jumped up from his seat to begin pursuit. He stumbled a bit near the entrance, his foot catching on the end of one of the tables, but was able to maintain a growing pace behind the girl. He probably wasn't going to try and take her drink again. Maybe. The chase ended almost as soon as it started as Rico rounded the corner and nearly ran into the one person he didn't want to see; Suku Matsobuki, covered in a moderate amount of blood, giving him a rather angry stare. The sergeant was just int he process of turning to retreat in the opposite as she addressed him harshly.

"What?" Rico replied with a tired sigh. "I was jus' playin' with her. You know, havin' fun? Ya ever pencil that in on your agenda, sweetheart?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, Rico, I saw you." Suku said, giving him the evil eye. She poked a finger on to his chest, applying enough force to push him a little.

"I think the only person having fun was the asshole taking a soda from a little girl!" The Medical Officer said in an accusing manner. She threw her hands up in the air. "Do you have any shame at all? Do you ever feel guilty about shit?"

After being helped to her feet, and the ensuing whirlwind of hate that was Suku being brought to bear on her father, Carina seemingly oblivious to the pair had gone over to the can on the deck. With the scathing tone in Suku's voice a mere background noise at the moment, the girl had picked up the can; swishing it to see if anything was left inside. She even peered into it as well before looking crestfallen. With a little sigh of disappointment, Carina brought the empty can back over to the pair, walking right past them and over to a trash can.

Having thrown it away and plopping herself on the deck again, this time, intentionally, she rested her chin on upturned hands looking rather disappointed at the loss.

"Tch," Rico huffed, growing increasingly annoyed by Suku's constant bickering. This was how his father raised Rico; sure, some of the jokes might have appeared mean-spirited at first, but it was always with good intentions. The Nepleslian, however, didn't feel like explaining such sentiments to this particular individual. Rico rubbed a flat palm across the side of his neck, heaving another sigh of discontent.

"Look, why don't ya butt out fer once?" Rico replied venomously. "It's gettin' kinda annoyin', listenin' to you nag all the damn time."

Henry had slipped away quietly, leaving the can for his rations in the bin, and taking his cutlery with him to wash up later. He had a pet project to work on, and he felt the itch to keep at it.
It was that funny old rifle of his.

As he walked over to the Central Engineering, and got to his personal locker, he fiddled with the padlock and opened the little locker. He then took a the pieces of a rifle which weren't quite properly assembled.

The rifle's current components were as follows: A hexagonal-shaped barrel about 25 inches long, rifled six times to the left in a polygonal shape, accompanied by a cylindrical underbarrel which doubled as a magazine for 8 shots, and adorned iron sights.
The main method of reloading was a lever-action, to compliment the quaint number. All of this was chambered for an obscure 30-30 calibre bullet. There was then the straight-grip stock with a steel buttplate and forehand grips made in solid polymers and plastics.
And he'd have given it a name, but naming your weapons and treating them like people is a sure sign that one is losing their grip on reality.

It all needed assembly, and he'd been busying himself with buying the components, which'd set him back a total of 2000 DA, due to the obscurity of some items, cost of labour, and shipping.
Now that things had calmed down since Rok'Veru, and he'd been mostly oblivious to the commotion back in the Mess hall, he found good time to sit down and start assembling the rifle.

He just had to start with one piece at a time, and he had time to start.

Suku stared at Rico blankly as he said that. How dare he say that, she had the right mind to pummel and bruise his handsome, sexy face. It would be a necessary evil to put some sense into him, at least, that's what she thought. An offended smile came upon her face.

"Uh, excuse me?" She said, getting a little attitude in her voice and getting into Rico's face. "You need to be a little grateful for the fact that I am taking care of your d-..."

She cleared her throat, holding a straight face, whilst leaning away from Rico to stiffen up her body. Carina caught her gaze and she smiled at her, almost apologetically, but then she looked back at Rico.

"Your cousin." Suku's face became more menacing as she forced herself to say that. "I'm just making sure you aren't treating her like all the other women you treat."

Carina, seeing Suku smiling to her amidst her argument with Rico only offered a half-hearted smile in return, and a weak little wave. The meat roll, while good, had been a bit salty, and it'd made her fairly thirsty. With a huff, she got herself to her feet. While the pair argued, Carina walked right up to Rico, still quite upset with him and promptly kicked him in the shin not as hard as she'd like but enough to get her point across.

"Paaaapppppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... I'm HUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGRRRRRRRYY." she seemed to whine pitifully, looking right up at Rico with a very distinct frown on her face at this point. "An' thirsty." adding the last in just to twist the knife in some more.

Anselm leaned around the entrance to the medbay, UV and IR filters snapping across his vision as a tactical computer in his black-skinned cybernetic eye sized up the sergeant's little girl. Glancing up at his feuding superiors, the marine maintained a respectful distance at ease, waiting for the Petty Officer's baleful glare to catch him like it had the first time they'd met. PTC Anselm 'Glue' Wyatt considered baiting the woman into dosing him with velserine again, but the lack of a crowd made the comedic venture less appealing.