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

"Ey! I'm a tech sentry by trade, not a fuckin' marine." Gyles argued against the assessment, barely fazed by her death stare in large part because it was like looking at the much-expected visage of the Grim Reaper, given how close to death he already felt. "They... them guys... treat bleedin' machines the fuckin' same. It's not like... you're the only one on this ship who's got'a... be a bleedin mum to a bunch a' children."

"They're as rough with 'er toys as they are with 'emselves... and I just got damn unlucky." He seemed to be drifting in and out of clarity, and wasn't quite explaining himself in a smart way. The tough guy act was pretty flimsy on its own, but his apparent disdain for the average marine was fairly legitimate. Back on Golding, he was the guy who had to fix and clean out the Wolverines because someone tried to hide a beerfridge in the cold fusion reactor and caused it to go supercritical.

He sighed. "S'not like a normal guy intentionally stabs himself all fuckin' samurai-like."

Talbain continued down the hallway as he talked. "Nope. Didn't see a thing about what happened. Probably better off that way too. IPG will probably be getting involved in this. Shame though. Not a way to go." The ID-SOL continued down the hall waiting for Kingston's response starting to roll his shoulders and loosen them up.

"It's true, yeah? I havin' been hurt in'a really long time!"

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"That's right, sweetie, these Marines can just be a bunch of idiots sometimes, can't they?" Suku smirked at Carina in a sly fashion, knowing good and well that Carina had got into enough trouble on the ship to cause herself some harm.

She looked over Gyles, a little disapproval in her eyes

"Yeah? Guess what?" Suku answered Gyles, "I don't care. The moment you fucked up and got yourself cut, you became my problem." With that she jerked the man up to her so they could speak face to face. "I haven eaten and drank anything, today, you know that?" She continued walking spotting Anselm and Sean outside the Med-Bay. "It's because of people like you that I--..." She stopped, double-taking on Anselm and Sean.

"Hey, fuckers, move." Suku pushed her way past the two Marines, dragging another, while holding a child in the spare hand. She pointed at one of the unbloodied tables, as the caretakers were cleaning up the bloody mess Suku had recently made with Ran's leg. "Go sit down, and I'll fix your arm."

Viktor nodded in agreement. "You're probably right, but... I just... She spun out so fast. One minute she's essentially coming up with a plan to save entire planet's worth of people plus the Marines left behind, and then the next thing we know she's fighting authority and getting laid to waste." By red shells no less, he added to himself. Which fucking genius was carrying that gun?

After Talbain's response, Private Kingston would add, "Well, sordid topic aside, where were you headed when I caught you?"

Oh. So this is that Suku... thing they used to complain about on the Alliance. Gyles thought to himself briefly, positing that either he'd just picked a bad enough time or that the rumors were actually true. He'd not noticed that he was starting to shiver and had soaked his entire left sleeve in his own blood, largely because he'd lost feeling in that arm a minute ago and was being hit face-on by mildly unpleasant breath. He'd smelled far worse, and as a guy who regularly received a face full of coolant spill, he couldn't exactly judge. But he wasn't used to breath smell, so it might as well have been the worst thing in the universe.

To be fair, Suku hadn't eaten so it was probably just an issue with the stomach, but he still made the mistake of frowning a little when she spoke to him. Most of his expression was concealed by his bangs of blond hair and visor, but that possibility that a green-haired monster could read a slight tensing of his face was genuinely disturbing.

He put it out immediately. He was wired in painkillers. It didn't matter... anymore.

Gyles brushed his chin with the unbloodied back of his right hand, and tilted his head to the side a little. "Well fuckin' Pasco. Les's jus get through'it an' I'll be out of your bleedin' hair."

Sam had led Alex to the showers and pointed her to her locker, labeled, of course, "S. OLIVER." She opened it for the other woman, blocking it with her body while she rearranged some things inside - primarily hiding her bounty of panties. Fresh uniforms rested on top of the neatly-folded stack of clothing. Sam nodded to Alex as she stepped off to the shower, stripping off her blood- and bone-spattered uniform and beginning to wash.

Suku left and then came back to Gyles with a heated needle, planning to sew up the man's cut. She whipped out her Hypolathe and loaded in the painkiller, and jabbed him with it. With little regard for the man's dignity, she pulled off his pull-over with intense force, throwing the bloody upper uniform to the side. Now that his over-shirt was out of the way, she began to sew up the deep laceration.

"Don't move, or I'm split your arm open." Suku growled as she go to work, absolutely failing to notice the man's thoughts on her breath or who she was.

Carina had been peeking up at Gyles near his left arm, watching the blood run down it. Having been raised on t.v shows with it on there, and having bloodied a few kids noses in the past, it didn't really phase her until...

Suku took off the man's shirt, revealing the laceration. She immediately grimaced at the open skin, red meat and blood trickling out.

"Ewwwwwww what'cha do tha' to ya'self for Mister Visor Man?" she asked, resisting the urge to poke the wound. "It's all...gross and leakin'."

Fian watched sourly as two IPG Operatives clad in NIGHT2 suits hauled away Avel's bodybag and belongings. With shuttles in short supply the IPG team had actually flown over from Golding Station in PAs just to settle the issue. Their quick response to his report was almost as though they were watching him. The whole Avel episode was a can of worms, so was his relationship with the IPG. The Vel Steyr was glad that they were finally at last leaving. The third member of the investigation team wasn't though, he still had a bone to pick with the MC.

"Do you have the recordings?" He demanded, metal clad hand outstretched.

"Y-Yes." Fian snapped back, keeping a straight face as he handed the disks over. "You'll see that my arrest of P3C Avel Santhis and her shooting was justified." It wasn't as much as he was afraid of the IPG, but rather he was still bewildered by the whole thing. Still, everything all the other marines did except for the dead woman was entirely reasonable.

The IPG Investigator turned to the side as though to leave, but then suddenly turned back to put his helmeted face just mere inches from the Vel Steyr. "Look, normally we'll hassle you guys anyway because this green on green killing isn't supposed to happen AT ALL. What kind of outfit do you run? No, don't answer that question. I know perfectly the details of your team because of the history you people have with our organization." The NIGHT2 then leaned back casually. "We still owe the Acadia squad for the Emden. So I'm going to spare you the lecture."

Fian nodded solemnly. As he did the medal box he carried with him jingled, it reminded him of something. "Ah, wait!" He cried and jogged out to the other two IPG operatives. He then carefully removed a General Defense Ribbon from his filled medal box and then placed it in Avel's empty one. "It might have been a mistake promoting you, but credit where credit's due."

The MC then slowly backed away as the IPG team shuffled past him.

Admittedly, Suku wasn't aware that he was already decently doped up on Emrys-brand Endurance, so it could be excused that she stuck Gyles with another dosage of painkillers and pushed firmly into the the mellow blue yonder. As many Nepleslians semi-ritualistically poisoned their bodies with painkillers, stimulants and alcohol, and Gyles thought himself quite the Nepleslian, the results were something less than a catastrophic overdose.

He felt... damn good.

Sure, a bitchy nurse and some kid got to see a cross-section of his arm, but it actually felt kind of cool once every ounce of potential pain was drained away. With the... clarity. Yeah, clarity was the word he was looking for, he actually had a chance to sort of admire his environs. Despite the blood splatter, the Medbay was immaculate, modern and beautifully designed. Suku, for all her faults and that fierce atmosphere was actually kinda pretty and the kid was cute in that 'probably won't knife me' way.

Oh and his hands... oh man. Hands are totally awesome.

And then, he took a deep breath and the euphoria died down a little. He felt heat and smelled his flesh being cauterized by a heated needle, and realized that he'd basically spent a solid 10 minutes of his life skirting death by blood loss while some little girl was staring at him and cracking jokes at his expense.

"Well... I was cutting through some storage boxes and sortin' the engineerin' supplies when I got hit by a bit of reactor static. A monoknife can cut Durandium cases loik a hot wire through packin' foam, and ended up slicin' meself by accident." He glanced over at Carina and gave a dull stare for a moment, his temporarily impaired mind urging to ask something unnecessary. "So why'ser a kid on the 'Cadia? I thought this was a military ship."

Suku appeared completely uninterested by Gyles projected journey through his own mind. She continued to cross-thatch the mans arm, dabbing the wound with gauze to allow her to work more easily. The only reason she could think of why this guy wanted to tell her how he screwed up was beyond her. Except...

Oh god dammit, I've got to fucking document this shit in the files... if there was anything Suku hated more than everything else in the world, it was the bureaucratic mess she had to wade through every time someone got injured.

She had only recently just finished documenting all the injuries in the Acadia's medical records, and to have to pry those open again. The thought of doing that caused her face to redden in rage. If anyone really wanted to ever make Suku angry? Just give her some paperwork she doesn't actually need to do, and after that, just say something to her.

"So why'ser a kid on the 'Cadia? I thought this was a military ship."

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"None of you god damn business, shit-for-eyes." Suku spat, flicking her hand towards his face, sending some of his own blood on his visor and face. She went back to work, forcefully tying up the wound in aggravated huffs.

Gyles wasn't particularly bothered by the yelling, and merely wiped away the blood on his visor with the clean sleeve of his removed pullover shirt. He wasn't really in the business of getting the people in charge of keeping him alive angry at him, and thought that he should probably just say nothing. Of course, he continued to speak, his addled brain feeling the need to voice his internal monologue. "O'roight, o'roight. Say no more, say no more. Dun wanna hit any nerves, 'specially if it might got anythin' to do with'at Rico chap."

The tech sentry, who was quite pale, naturally and from the blood loss, actually became whiter, as if the color of his cheeks bleed out down down into his feet. His body was clearly telling him he should run. "Ahaha... I didn' say nothin'." He said with the sort of laugh one says when they feel they have seconds to live, while suppressing the urge to just vomit all over the floor.

Any remaining color had completely left his face... and if his hair had any blood vessels in it, it probably would have turned white.

Suku had finally cleaned up the open wound, quite satisfied with how her work was done. The only thing that made it bad was the fact that she had to do paperwork afterward. She began to dab the wound with some more gauze to stop the bleeding, before she would decide to go clean i--

"O'roight, o'roight. Say no more, say no more. Dun wanna hit any nerves, 'specially if it might got anythin' to do with'at Rico chap."

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Oh no he just didn't. Suku visibly noted this comment by the bulge of her eyes, and the sudden halt of her care-giving session.

"Ahaha... I didn' say nothin'."

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The Medical officer looked up at him for only a second. Her left eye had gained an awful twitch.

"W-...What?" responded Suku's shakily enraged, yet hushed voice.

Wait... no. Did I... that kid... there's... Gyles paused for a moment, seemingly sucked into the brutal abyss that was this deep and unpleasant line of thought. He'd struck a nerve alright... while trying not to. Was it really all that smart to mention Rico to the chick that he had a love/kick relationship with? That even some fucking nobody tech sentry on the Alliance knew about?

Oh fuckin' Pasco, tell me that kid isn't that... OH GOD. It probably is. No... wait... maybe I'd just said the wrong thing without knowing about it.

"I... didn' say nuthin', ma'am. Just a lot of bullshi' from a guy who doesn' know nuthin'." The tech sentry felt his heart rate skyrocket for a few moments that felt like an eternity. Oh fuck. Might as well try to patch things over.

Gyles fumbled through his pockets and retrieved his Datajocket, pressing a few buttons and bringing up a small prompt. "Well 'ey... listen. I've got this little program written on me datajockey. It'll finish 'at there medical report all quick-like and you can take the little bird for a nice bit of mash at the mess hall." His voice was shaky... but seemed more... excited than outright fearful. Was he actually enjoying the abject terror and desperate measures to keep his life intact? This was perhaps more disturbing to him than that actual death glare Suku was giving him. "I can clean meself up and we can both sort'a pretend that you don't want'a shiv me with that there medi-pistol on you'belt, ma'am."

As far as Carina was concerned, she'd been holding up the little box of gauze for Suku to grab at when needed. The girl remaining verrrrrrrry quiet as the older woman seemed to be simmering with rage right under the surface.

"Well 'ey... listen. I've got this little program written on me datajockey. It'll finish 'at there medical report all quick-like and you can take the little bird for a nice bit of mash at the mess hall."

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In that moment, Suku's rage took an abrupt halt. The menacing face that was considering scalping Gyles' face off with a scalpel had melted into a calm consideration. All of a sudden, Gyles had a reason to live past the next ten seconds.

"You can cut down my paperwork?" Suku asked, a little twinge of excitement on her voice, "Really? Carina, could you go get my DataJockey? I wanna' see this."

"I filched it from the Starbase Datanet while I was doin' some maintenance a few months ago. Thought it'd be handy to have. Just input names, injuries, the treatments you performed." Gyles placed the flat computer onto his lap and gestured to some of the areas on the screen. "Time's automatic, and if you sync with the Acadia's core unit, you actually have it run medical inventory for you."

"Everything's digital in the colonies, runs smoother. Y'know?" He said with a slightly uneasy chuckle. He'd averted sheer disaster and managed to live a little longer than than 20 second life expectancy for someone who pissed Suku off.

It was great.

Anselm smirked at the drama unfolding in front of him, doing his best to keep his voice low enough so just Sean could hear him, "Well, shit, I can wait for treatment... should we be recording this for posterity".

In truth, the marine already was spooling image and sound-files into his eye's memory, and if he had any idea how the ship's black market worked, he could make a veritable killing by pawning off copies of things like this to bored crewmemebers with nothing to fill their off-hours. He'd probably be charitable and offer a low price as well, not like he didn't need money, but the art demanded more attention than the business.

Carina nearly dropped the box of gauze she was holding above her head at the mention of the datajockey. She nearly panicked. The girl shifted from foot to foot, fully prepared to make a break for it.

"Uhm....Miss Suku? I don' know where it is." she squeaked, looking a little afraid.

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"I don't know about you, but a drink sounds really good right about now."

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Harrison's face went from its grim expression back to its normal jocular grin. He released his grip on Phaedra's shoulders and crossed his arms across his chest, leaning halfway back against the wall.

"Has there ever been a time," The ex-merc half-questioned, "when a drink hasn't sounded really good?"