Chellaigh Federal Station Bombing
City Center - Persephone =>Persephone<=
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The downtown area of Persephone is much like the City Commons to the Southwest, save that here there is a more professional and business-like atmosphere. Lurking high above are a number of glistening buildings which house the corporate-dominated markets such as Blue Sun. Lower in the downtown area hotels and restaurants cater to the business elite, while friendlier establishments can occasionally be found tucked in among the fancier dining. Also within the busy locale can be found numerous important public buildings, including the Persephone Courthouse and the Alliance Federal Station. To the North the city becomes more residential, beginning with the Highton Commons.
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Joyel walks with her, one step at a time, and keeps the woman held up. They're about a third of the way across the street when a streak of fire comes across the sky. Joyel actually loses half a step and has to step quickly to avoid jostling Jacy anymore than absolutely necessary. Her eyes follow that streak though. It tracks through the sky and seems to be.. seems to.. "Mathair naofa de dhia," she breathes. It sounds almost like she's calling on a deity of some sort. They're not even halfway across the street when the explosion hits the Fed Station. It rocks the surroudning area. Joyel rides it out. Hopefully Jacy will too. A lot of the crowd going past the station at this point don't. <English>
Jacy's dazed, pain-filled eyes do at least register what's going on. She struggles, trying to regain her balance on her own feet, struggling to detach her hand from Joyel's shoulders to go for her gun. Although what she thinks she can do with a Walther sidearm against an air-to-ground missile is anyone's guess. "You gotta get to cover..." she gasps, in a rare display of selflessness. <English>
The Chellaigh Fed Station is nothing but a ball of fire. However many people were in there, they're all gone, now. Blown to bits. The crowd that had been streaming up and down the streat are all turned looking, open mouthed, at what used to be a Federal Station. The closer ones aren't moving. The ones farther back are about half on their feet. Those that are on the ground are moving around, trying to climb back to their feet. <English>
That balance is probably easier to regain with Joyel's arm around her. Helpful, she is. "It's too late, Lieutenant," she says, her eyes on the burning Federal Station compound. She appears stunned, and there are smudges on her face from the ashes raining down around them. At least they weren't in the blast radius. "Come on. Gotta get you to a hospital." She tries to get Jacy moving again. She seems to be in okay shape. Jacy does not. <English>
Is it safe? A scruffy blond head emerges from behind a food truck, and Jon's beard bobs as he chews again, before visibly gulping whatever remnant of the tasty meat snack was left in his mouth. His eyes are wide and glassy, and Jon doesn't react as someone screams next to him, only turning as they paw at his jacket. His head swivels, and he blinks at the woman, seeing blood on her dress. There's a moment when he paws at her, not quite lewdly, his face scrunched in a look of concentration as he wipes fingers through the blood on her neck, on her shirt, and then he yells back, entirely too loudly and perhaps only barely hearing himself. "That ain't yours. No -- yer fine, ma'am! It's a damn cow! Steak bits!" He pulls one stringily away, looking away before she tugs on his arm again, and the last thing Jon yells before gaping at the wreckage is, "You don't need a medic, ma'am! Ya need a damn dry cleaner!" <English>
Lieutenant (JG) Heather Jacy's right arm is hanging limply at her side, her shoulder all twisted, and her face is contorted in agony. She's leaning with her good arm clinging to Joyel's shoulder. "No. No hospital. They could hit it next, take out the survivors and the first responders." Heather Jacy is half-crazy with pain, and while there's no denying the possible truth of her words, there's also no denying that she needs a med bed and quickly. <English>
There is, at this point, no sound of sirens or anything of the sort. It could be that help is not coming. But then again, typically, help would have come /from/ the burning wreckage that is the Fed Station. <English>
Joyel nods slowly, and thinks. "I've got medical supplies back at the hotel. It's not that far, and they might not think to hit a hotel. Can you make it?" They're further away from the blast than the man with the panicking cow-blood woman. "It's not a bed, but I've operated in worse conditions." The Federal Station is on fire, a burning ruin. Anybody who was in there is dead now. Joyel and Jacy look like they were headed for the wreckage. <English>
Dodger comes racing from the direction of the spaceport, eyes up and on the billowing smoke until she comes around a corner and sees its source. She comes to a stop, staggering backward. Her eyes are wide with shock and horror. <English>
There's nothing clean. The haze of masonry and dust gives the air a chalky, gritty taste, and Jon takes a few steps before coughing, and lifting his arm to breathe through his elbow as if it would help. His narrowed eyes reflect the burning building, but he was lucky enough at some blocks away. Half-doubled-over and coughing again, the big guy takes a few staggered jogging steps forward, making his way down the block and towards the dust cloud, and as he becomes visible to those closest the wreckage whatever color his clothes were originally isn't certain. He's an unrelieved grey. Though obviously not militarily-trained, the blond man's head sweeps back and forth, just looking. <English>
"I can make it," Jacy hisses, and adds an obscenity that would make a drill sergeant blush. Her eyes are bright and feverish, her skin pale and clammy, and her pulse is racing. Her right arm is also hanging limply and uselessly, and her left is wrapped around Joyel's shoulders, supported by the taller woman. "The fuckers are after /me/." Because it's all about Heather Jacy. She may have the 'verse's biggest ego after Rodney Kilbride, to be sure. <English>
Conoger is following Dodger and nearly falls over trying to dodge her as she stops. " Hey, don't stop.." then he see's the problem and the chaos. " Holy mother of shit cows....gorram.." then he looks around and frowns. " We need to help the people, find the ones alive." as he heads towards the wreckage of what was a building, trying to see if he can help people get up faster, getting closer. <English>
There are serious doubts in Joyel's mind about whether or not the Lieutenant she's half supporting can make it all the way to the hotel. She can't leave Jacy here and run to get the supplies. It's too cold, despite the fireball that is the Fed Station. Though it's bare, the ground is frozen and an icy wind cuts through the area. Joyel just nods to Jacy. "I don't know if it's related, but if it is, you're probably right. Come on. One step at a time." Her eyes are sad, leaving the people here behind rather than helping, but she's got a woman who's probably going to die if she doesn't get taken care of soon. <English>
Esmail walks closer towards the scene a sizable distance behind Dodger or Conoger. His shoulder are uneven, favoring his right side. A hasty gauze pad wrapped in brown compression fabric can be seen wrapped around the upper left of his chest, though most of it was hard to noticed through a thick robe that wrapped around his torso snuggly. His attention was fixed to continue northward, surprise written on his face at the sight of many civilians scattered about. "What's going on here? Did they attack the wrong building?" The odd looking firearm he was holding securely lowers towards the ground, holding it only solely with his right arm at this point. <English>
Jacy is shivering, and not with the cold. "Big damn coincidences I don't buy," she mutters thickly, fumbling and slurring her words, but she picks up the pace, which is to say she goes from 'nail-bitingly exposed slow' to merely 'dangerously slow', shuffling and stumbling along beside Joyel. <English>
Conoger tests his Spot against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (49).
"Don't go in!" Dodger's voice is high pitched, panicked, as she reaches to grab for Conoger's arm, nails possibly scratching him in her anxiousness. "Help the people on the outskirts, but it won't be safe inside -- be careful!" Her voice cracks, eyes tearing up from the smoke or emotions or both. She lets go, swiping at her eyes with her sleeve. Finally, she begins to move, gingerly and carefully, through the street and its rubble, to help look for anyone who could use more than last rites. <English>
Jon doesn't exactly dive in and help. It's like he's stuck, walking along, head swiveling. Maybe he got his? But he seems ambulatory enough, a grey ghost walking through the grey dust on a frozen concrete street. His eyes fix on a man with a piece of rebar protruding from his chest. The poor bastard has his hands wrapped around it, and he's tugging. Jon looks at that, for a moment, and he finally shakes. "Hey," he says in an almost conversational way. "Quit it. Quit, I said CUT IT OUT!" The blond man kneels by the wounded, slapping at the offending hands, and he kneels. "You see any blood? Well hell no, not enough blood! That piece'a steel's holdin' you in, man. That's one cork you don't wanna pop, you hear me?" Jon's looking around, placing hands on the chest, putting pressure on the wound. "I get that it hurts, but pullin' that out ain't gonna make it no better, ya hear?" <English>
Conoger feels Dodgers hand on his arm and can hear her voice telling him not to close. He frowns. " Fine, just watch yourself." then he heads on as close as he dare to what remains of the building, trying to find anyone that may be crawling, trying to get free of something. He manages to raise his arm to cover some of the glare, trying his best to find someone that is close. He will drag anyone away that he can but go back as soon as possible. He spots the uniforms walkign away hurt but he decides they are safe, for now. <English>
Joyel nods lightly to the Lieutenant she's helping along. Her eyes are worried, even as they're sad at leaving these people all behind. But she does so anyway. "Keep talking, Jacy," she says to the woman. She moves with Jacy, more supporting her than not, now. Shock is dangerous enough to kill a person, but shock in this cold is almost certainly fatal. "I wish I'd have thought about putting my coat on you before we moved away from the wall." Oh well. Too late now. <English>
"It fucking hurts," Jacy mutters petulantly, but she's obeying Joyel's order. Keep talking. "There's four hundred fucking thousand credits on my head from those fuckers, and that fucker Fawzy just sneered at me and said he and his were doing fine on their own." Jacy, Jacy, Jacy, referring to Admiral (retired) Salin Fawzy, sitting member of Parliament, as 'that fucker Fawzy' is going to get your career going nowhere fast. The obscenities start to increase in number as well as she continues, rambling on about poking out someone's eye in a fight. It's probably best not to question her too closely. <English>
Esmail begins to snarl as he uses his left hand to reach into the folds of his robes and pulls out an icomm. Taking several steps back he shifts the waves he was tuned to before raising it to his mouth, "There has been an bombing on Persephone, I repeat a bombing on Persephone. We are requesting all available aid from DB Memorial and any one else trained to come to the center of the city. I repeat the Federal Station has been bombed." <English>
"Hey you!" Jon calls, glancing up from his wounded. "In the gorram costume! Yeah, *you!*" He's looking at Conoger, apparently, making eye contact before squinting and turning his head aside to cough in the dust. Jon spits, and yells out again, "I need some kind'a compression bandage, somethin' big ta hold this here pig sticker in place. See if ya can find some pants, will ya? Denim, maybe, turn it inside out so it's cleaner?" Jon looks back at his charge, slapping away the guy's hands again, and he says, "Yeah, I know yer thirsty. Food truck over that way. Maybe we'll get you a nice coke when we're done? Naw, not that diet trash, the real stuff!" Jon holds pressure on the wound, keeping the rebar as steady as possible, and glances back up at Conoger imploringly. <English>
"That's good," says Joyel. "It's when it stops hurting that you have to worry." Joyel looks confused at most of what Jacy is saying, but she doesn't interrupt the woman. At least if she's talking, she's staying conscious. That's a good thing, right? At the northern end of the street already, the pair of them disappear north, toward Highton Commons. <English>
Dodger stoops at something that catches her eyes, but whatever it is isn't... what she's looking for. She turns away, and hopefully no one's looking in her direction, or they'll see her retching. Her head bowed, she breathes a few moments, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. A moment later she stands -- to her credit, she begins to prowl through the rubble once more. <English>
Conoger looks in the direction of the man yealling, barely hearing him but does manage to look at the man. He runs towarsd the man, nearly tripping on some pieces of building but manages to get to the man. Seeing what he see's he looks at the so called doctor. " Conoger is the name." as he breaths lightly, trying not to inhale to much smoke and shit in the air. Conoger then reaches inside his duster and tears his own shirt off, it is as clean as he can have right now and it's big. Under that shirt is armor. " Here, take this, I have nothing else..." then finaly he looks at the man helping the other man. " I can carry him, if that will help." <English>
"Ever see what happens," Jon asks as he sits, holdin that piece of rebar still, "if some city jackwagon decides ta go deer huntin' with trainin' arrows instead'a broad heads?" He smirks, that blond beard tilting upwards. "Some poor animals gets ta lookin' lot like you, right up until it runs off. Deers shot by them arrows live! Darn inconsiderate of 'em, if ya ask me. Good news fer you though. Ain't never shot a deer had more'n three arrows stickin' outta it. Gotta respect 'em." Jon looks up, and then double-takes as Conoger Hulks out of his shirt. "Damn man," he utters quietly. "Ain't you gonna be cold? Bet'ya there's some poor dead bastard ain't gonna need his pants, an' I need somethin' ta keep this sticker in place, Get me a belt too!" He laughs, and shakes his head, speaking again to the fallen man. "We's carryin' you out on his shield. You ever wanted ta be some kind'a medieval hero?" <English>
Esmail grips his shotgun by the carry grip after flicking the safety lever off of semi. He makes his way closer towards the ruins of the building only to turn towards the people laid about closest to the building. Using his left hand he began to check for their vitals, any who he could not tell had noticeable signs of life he seems to leave without much hesitation, though whispering, "Anxi.." each time he passes to the next person. <English>
Dodger overhears the two men, and belt is something she can help with. "I've got one," she says, hurrying over, but stumbles over some rubble, wincing when she comes down on her knees. Her belt is just for show, those pants she wears are too tight to come down on their own volition. Fumbling with her buckle, she slips the belt out of its loops and hands it to the doctor. "Just go -- he won't freeze. He's got too much alcohol in him," she says with a nod toward the viking. <English>
Here and there, other able bodied people are moving to help the wounded. Compresses here, helping those not hurt badly up there. In the distance, the sirens of ambulances can be heard. Medical help, at least, is on the way. There are no Fed sirens though, nothing of the Alliance to indicate they even know what's going on. The Chellaigh Federal station was their center of communications on Persephone. They know the communications are down. It's going to take time to reroute everything. <English>
Conoger looks at the man and shakes his head. " Lived in St. Albands fer a bit of time, be fine, keep moving works." as a belt is asked for he was about to pull his own off when Dodger comes along with one. " Really, ok pants now..." he winks and chuckles. He removes his shield from hsi back...yes, he has a shield on hsi back and lays it flat as possible. " I'll be back." as he takes off and quickly. He slides towards a body and he knows it's a body of a dead person...not much left and cruched under something, no head left. Grabbing his hunting knife, he cuts along the length and pulls the pants away. " Sorry, may you find...something." then he starts to run back, even slides. Though the winter and heat , its's making thing hard to breath and move. he does spit alot now and he is dry but he ain't giving up. " Alright doc...when ever your ready." as he make sure he is ready to help, with his shield. <English>
"That's right," Jon utters. "Doctor Jon's got ya covered." Him and his third-grade reading level. "Thankee Red." Jon takes that belt, giving her a quick up and down before shrugging. "On yer boy's dinner plate now. Our friend ain't gonna breathe so well on his side, an' layin' him on his back is outta the picture. Yer gonna have ta hold him up." Jon puffs his breath and wipes his forehead, looking around. "Gorram. Figured there'd be some kind'a ambulance by now. Figures. This is why I stay outta the damn city." He accepts the jeans from Conoger with a smile, quickly wrapping that material as best he can around one side of his charge, and then belting around the other. Like crossed bandoliers! It's very Mad Max. "Think we got time fer a fashion show onna way outta here?" Jon wonders aloud. <English>
From an alley just across the way there's a squeak and a rusty grinding type noise like sombody might be moving on an old fire escape. Then a moment later someone appears in the middle of an acrobatic flip, lands in a crouch and transitions into a summersult all as one flowing move before coming up to a squat and looking around. Oscar, is who it is and the young man tilts his head to one side as he watches the goings on without comment. <English>
Esmail did not carry many supplies to actually mend the broken bodies before him or truly ease the pain. What he did carry were a few supplies, seemingly hastily taken for his own use as they matched the supplies that treated his own wounds, which would prolong their suffer but also their lives. "I know.. I know. Remember, as long as it hurts, you know that you are alive. You don't hurt any more when you pass on." Were the only consoling words he offered as he pressed a shaken container of compressed veti-gel close to their lacerations to clot the wounds before binding it in compression cloth to keep it set. To those that seem to have dislocations he could do little more than use a blade from his robes to cut the clothing of the dead and knot the ends to have them bite on something to make sure they would not swallow their tongues in shock or grind through their own teeth. <English>
Conoger tests his Strength against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (28).
"Shut it, Thor," Dodger tells Conoger when he makes his remark, but there's the very slightest of a smile on her very very wan face, pale but for where it's smudged with soot.
Shehe tips her head, curiously watching the blond man do his handiwork with a bit of admiration for his resourcefulness. "Me, hold him up?" she says a little doubtfully. "While you guys carry him like a dish to be served?" She's clearly not sure how that's all going to work, but waits to be shown what to do, and how. "Fly, get yourself to the hospital, before you bleed out," she shouts across to the pilot. <English>
Conoger looks at the man doc and figured it best to follow his instructions. He makes sure that everything he has is tightly secured and looks at Dodger. " I will carry him or do what ever strength required is here. You just look pretty like ya do and watch our back or soemthing...just make sure you ain..." he starts to cough,,, yeah he said to much. He stops coughing after a bit and looks around, noticing Esmail after a while. " Yeah...you gots training tomorrow." then looks at the Doc..." When your ready?" <English>
Not much longer.. the sirens are getting closer. And then they're there. Three ambulances to start come in. EMTs get out and head into the crowd of people. A lot thinner crowd, no. Nobody's alive up near what used to be the Chellaigh Fed Station. There are bits and pieces of wall, but the buildings inside are still a blazing ruin. The EMTs from the ambulances start through the people, checking on all those they come across. They only take the people in immediate danger, applying compresses and such to those who will survive a bit longer. They seem to be making their way toward Thor and Red and Co. <English>
"Sod it.. After Helena, I'll be flying us away from here soon. We've been grounded too long and they are targeting her here, in the middle of the day.." The man's voice trails off, distracted as he begins to tend to the next person. It was beginning to become more difficult to tell at a glance how wounded Esmail was as his normally blue thick robes were now beginning to soak in the blood of many who he patched up, a danger for his health and their's if left untreated and monitored. As he saw the EMT's finally arrive began to back away, making sure not to be in their way and tried to not be seen as one of the injured. <English>
Jon shakes his head. "Draggin' him. I ain't gonna try an' carry the both of you. Red, onna shield." He must be speakig to Dodger there. "Keep our buddy ... yer Frank? Keep Frank from tippin' over an' fallen off. Thor?" Apparently Conoger's Thor, despite Jon knowing his name. "Yer onna other side. I see a doorway over there wasn't entirely made of glass. Figure there's some kind'a runnin' water inside, maybe even some kind'a break room with a couch." Jon eases the casualty towards Dodger, and his eyes light on Esmail. "Hey! You there! See that doorway? Yeah, that one, over there! You get that glass outta there, an' find us a couch!" Though he comes up short when EMTs show up, and he whispers none-too-silently, "Thank God." <English>
Oscar just keeps right on watching, apparently not at all phased by the dust and smoke in the air. Seems this person's a bit of the 'boy scout' type and came prepared as he has a mask covering the lower half of his face. <English>
The redhead still looks skeptical, moving to kneel gingerly on the shield behind the injured man, tentatively putting her arms under to hold him at the shoulders, being very careful not to touch the rebar that's impaling him. "Maybe... we should just move 'em closer to the ambulances to take," she suggests, when she too notes the sirens and the impending medical help. <English>
The viking can only listen and then finaly nods to the doc. " Alright, will do doc. " he starts to coigh once again and he starts to run towards the door and smashes right through the door....yup he smashed through the door, silly viking. Though before he hit the door he heard the doc say God, he replies with. " THOR!!!" then he is gone, looking for a couch...silly viking. <English>
Dan really shouldn't be within ten blocks of the attack site, let alone at it, but news got to him and he slipped out a back door or something. Of course, the man doesn't look very able as he approaches, walking slowly towards the scene of the ruined station. He's wearing a thick winter coat pulled around his skinny frame and a knit hat and looks more a bum that's curious than anything. <English>
At least one of the amublances are from the Book. Thankfully for Dan, it's the farthest one away from where he comes on the scene. The other two are from two smaller nondescript hospitals in the area. The EMTs making their way toward Thor, Red and Co is getting closer, closer, and then...? Then they're there. <English>
Oscar tilts his head as he watches Conoger charge through a door and then shakes his head. The possible bandit - he is the only one other then EMT's that are wearing masks, and his is clearly not the medical kind - just stays back out of the way as various EMT's move in and then his attention is drawn to Dan- aka the bum in the knit cap and big coat. <English>
And what a sight they come upon. Jon, a dusty grey man with more hair than medical skill, is crawling along and dragging a shield solo. The grinding noise over the frozen earth is somewhat dreadful, made less so by how deafened everyone is as they yell at one another. On it rides a redhead holding a very pale, somewhat more bled-out looking fellow with a piece of rebar stuck through him. He's got that rebar held in place by twin bandoliers of some dead guy's pants and a belt. "You an' yer sense," Jon mutters to the woman, huffing and puffing as he collapses near a pair of EMTs. <English>
Esmail begins to make his way towards the odd quartet, though he gives a wide birthing to the medical officers who began to treat those that he had patched not too long before. He goes to scratch an itch with his left hand but winces and stops, bringing his hand to rest with several fingers nestled in the sash around his waist. "Conoger, are you going to set him down for them or going to keep scaring them E.M.T.s off? You look like a mad man right now," he looked a little annoyed though the closer he moved to them they easier it would see that he was almost as blood stained as the man they carried, luckily he was not dropping. <English>
When the EMTs get to where the Jon and Dodger are waiting for Conoger, she is only too happy to let them take over, making sure one of them has a good hold on the patient before she gets up - a bit dirtier for having to hold the stranger upright. "Next time, at least buy me dinner, Frank," she says with a smile for the impaled victim, patting his shoulder gingerly. "Good thinking there, Goldilocks," she tells Jon -- if she's Red, then he gets a nickname, too.
"Where'd Thor go?" she asks, turning to look for Conoger, and instead spying Dan. She stands still, hands moving up to her cover her mouth, eyes flooding with tears. <English>
Conoger had smashed through the door and eventualy finds a couch as he had been instructed. He coughs more and more and eventualy finds a small couch and so he starts to pull it, lift it and eventualy gets himself under the thing and starts to drag it out with his back. Conoger feels dissy all of the sudde nand all goes black. *couch thing on back, only thing sticking out is his horns....yeah his horns.* <English>
Dan approaches the cops cars and ambulances where the official type people are gathering with the heroic good samaritans, and as the air that's thick with dust and smoke hits him, he starts coughing, doubling over for a moment before he fishes a hospital mask from his pocket and pulls it on. Now he's got a mask too! Once he catches his breath, he starts moving again, aiming for the nearest Alliance officer. He doesn't notice Dodger yet.. YET. <English>
The EMTs finally reach the location of the impaled man. They thank the heroic good samaritans (stealing Dan's phrase here), and take over with his care. A hover stretcher is with them, and carefully, they ease the guy from Dodger's grasp and up onto the stretcher. They don't notice the Couch with Horns that happens to be an unconscious Conoger laying under the couch on the icy ground. Nope, they turn and head back to their ambulance with shish ke bob. <English>
Oscar looks over at where Conoger went to and taps a spot on his mask which brings up a HUD in the visor section then he shakes his head and runs over to find the horns under the couch. <English>
Over comms, "Anyone misplace a helmet with horns?" <English>
Jon looks profoundly grateful as Frank is taken from his hands. "He ah," John tries, "He looks like he's bled a lot. Ya know, inside. Don't pull that outta him too quick, he'll jus' pope like some kind'a human tomato. He --," And then Jon realizes that they're long gone, not needing his expert advice after all. Frowning, the hairy blond man reaches a hand to help Red to her feet, and then hefts that shield, peering at it oddly before propping it against the nearest wall. "Ain't right sure," Jon replies to Dodger. "Say ah, name's Jon. Only got half a kebab earlier. You uh, hungry?" Yep! He went there. <English>
Esmail levels his left hand from his sash to rest onto Dodger's shoulder, his eyes only half focused at this point. "Hmm.. I thought I saw Conoger with you, where did he go?" He began to glance around the area before looking behind himself wondering if the viking had somehow wondered off to carry someone else. <English>
Pop. Tomato. Kebabs -- bad choice of words, given that she was just hugging a skewered man. Dodger's still staring at Dan, glances with wild eyes at Oscar's yell, then jumps when Esmail touches him. She darts a few feet away to land on her knees once more, losing whatever was left in her stomach -- not much by the looks of it.
Very attractive. <English>
Conoger lays crushed under a couch with horns <English>
Dan approaches an officer, "Hey!... What happened? What do you know?" He questions with as much authority as a man can have when he looks so unofficial and is wearing a face mask, but he's had a lot of practice with sounding authoritative over the years. He glances around again, then spots a woman vomiting on the ground and blinks. "Dodger?" As if anyone could hear that over all the other noise. Still, he starts to head in that direction, trying to push past anyone in his way, though he lacks strength to do it with. <English>
"Yeah," Jon commiserates, watching the redhead exhume every meal she's ever eaten from her stomach. "I ah, have that affect on people. Women mostly. So." He stares at her a moment longer, much as he once watched the devestation of the Alliance building, and after blinking twice he straightens, coughs, and walks for safety. Seeking refuge elsewhere from hysterical womenfolk, dead people, and a town painted red. <English>
Oscar sets about trying to move the couch, just to check that there's not actually somebody associated with said horned helmet. He's not exactly big and burly but it doesn't take him long to shove the couch aside then lean in to check the person he finds adding over comms. "Correction, anyone misplace a... Viking?" <English>
Esmail sighs to himself, painfully switching hands to which held the weapon before kneeling down beside Dodger, though a half a step back. "Hey.. Lets get you to Liang. They're going to be too busy here to have anyone see you quickly. What did you do, breath in too much of that stuff back there?" While trying to watch her he is mindful not to touch her again, not sure if he's the one who trigger such a violent reaction. <English>
"I'm fine," says Dodger in what might be a growl. "You're the one leaking blood, Flyboy."
She manages to stand and goes to pick up Conoger's shield. She glances in the direction of OScar's shout, but then she sees Dan coming her direction. The shield is set down again (sorry, Thor) and she's up again, hurrying to the hospital patient.
"You shouldn't be out here, what are you doing out here? I thought maybe..." she begins, probably before he can hear her. <English>
The viking simply lays there, not moving, maybe breathing. <English>
Dude with authority in his voice (Dan) has his question answered by one of the people who'd been here to witness it. "Air strike missile, from the looks of it. Came in over from the northeast. Hit yon Fed Station there." The man points to the Federal Station that still has bits burning. Not nearly as much fire now, parts of it smouldering. There are sections of wall still up around the compound, but.. that's about all that's left. Unless there's an underground bunker of some sort, nobody in the compound survived that. <English>
Dan reaches Dodger about the same time that she's standing and rushing to intercept him. His brows furrow, the mask hiding the rest of his reaction. "I wanted to know what was going on. Are you okay? Did you see what happened? Someone said an air strike." He reaches a thin hand for her arm as his eyes flick around again. "I couldn't just sit at the hospital and do nothing." He looks at Esmail for a moment, "Is that a crewmate of yours?" <English>
Oscar eyes the man that was under the couch, guaging his build and weigh then manages to get his arms around the Viking's chest, under his arms and grabbing handfulls of clothing to make up the differencr, and then starts to haul the man out of the Smoke and to where the various EMT's can get to him. <English>
The viking starts to feel himself been lifted , it's almost like he is lfying in the air, like a dream. Though for some odd reason he feels his clothes been pulls at, something is trying to strip his clothing while he is flying in the air. Now he is getting cold and it feels uncomfortible and slowly starts to hear mumbles and noises and eventualy he is awake. " Couch...where..huh." then blinking he looks at the one dragging him. " What the..." as he growls. " Why ya dragging me boy....let go of me before I cut that hand off ya ...touch me...women can not men...bah.." as he growls soem more, trying to find his location. <English>
Dodger actually throws her arms around Dan's neck, burying her face against his shoulder. "I thought you might have been inside," she manages against the fabric. "You knew... you knew these people, some of them?" She reels back, her eyes wet and brows knit with worry. "I can't even imagine..." she tries to speak, but shakes her head, stepping away when she realizes she's gotten so close. Her eyes dart over to Esmail. "Crewmate. He needs... Flyboy, we should probably get back to the ship, the hospitals'll be too flooded as is." The latter part of that is spoken louder for the pilot's ears. She hasn't noticed poor Conoger yet. <English>
Dan almost falls over when Dodger suddenly throws her arms around him, surprise crossing what can be seen of his face behind that mask. Then he lightly gives her a hug in return before shaking his head, "No... still not officially released... I do know a lot of the people that work h-..." He pauses, growing still as he presses his hand to an ear where a small comlink earpiece is hidden away. He listens quietly, his brows narrowing sharply at whatever communication he's hearing. Then after a moment his eyes fly wide and he looks at the charred, crumbled remains of the building in alarm, the color draining from his features. He pulls out a very fedly-looking smartcom from his pocket and barks into it, "What?! Repeat that last." There's a pause, and he retorts, "She's supposed to be on Haven!" Then he lowers the com and taps into it rapidly, sending out a very hastily tapped out wave to someone, entirely focused on the screen. Once it's sent, he looks around sharply again before reaching for Dodger's arm to draw her closer. "Stay with me." He murmurs quietly, the words sounding shaky. <English>
"Call me.." His eye fix onto Dodger ad much as they could, "I a name you redheaded devil. Esmail, remember?" Annoyance was clear with his tone but he lifts and his right hand and waves it dismissively towards the pair. "Who's this fella? Sure the capt'n won't mind beginning a bum your friendly with back onto the ship after Helena was just attacked?" Turning away from Dodger and Dan he glances around once more, scratching his head. "And where in Di yu is Conoger?!" <English>
Oscar promptly stops dragging Conoger then just releases his hold, dropping the largeish man back to the ground. "Fine. Nex' time yah get the brigh' idear ta go stompin' yah way inta a destroyed buildin'," It might in part be the mask garbling his words, "witho' a respirator or somethin yah c'n jus choke." <English>
The viking drops and he grunts and then shakes his head. " Oye, you ....man that thanx." Conoger stands up slowly and looks at the man with a mask. He keeps his fore arm close to his face and then starst to look around. " Thank ya...masked man." Then he starts to walk slowly, he starts t ocough again. " Shield..lost my shield." as he starts to head i nthe direction he seen the shield last, closer to the center of the problems. He trips over some dead bodies and flops t othe ground..he is cold..very cold. " Gorram....SHIELD!!!" as he starst to crawl, trying to find his shield or another dead body. He finds someone on the ground who is still alive..yup as he accidently landed on him and the man starst to cough.... " Alive.....good job.." as he grabs the man and starts to drag him away...the viking on his knees as he drags the man. <English>
Of the Chellaigh Fed station, almost nothing is left at this point but pieces of the walls surrounding the complex. By this point, most of it is a smouldering ruin, but flames still flare up here and there, orange and yellow and hot. There are still bodies to remove from the sight. Ambulances have come and along with the people who witnessed the air to earth missle coming in for a rather spectacular landing are getting the worst cases moved off to the ambulances and heading for medical treatment. The rest are left to fend for themselves until more help can arrive. More help is arriving by the minute as Alliance personnel start arriving on the scene, now that their communications system is up. Like the EMTs, some of them go about helping people, while others start to set up a perimiter.
"I meant you should go to the ship, get the doc to look at you," Dodger says to Esmail, red-rimmed green eyes darting to where Conoger has regained consciousness. She looks torn between helping her crewmates and helping Dan. "Can you get back to the ship?" she asks Esmail, before turning toward Conoger. "Your shield's right there," then turns back to Dan, worry in her eyes. "Who?" <English>
"A good friend..." Dan answers Dodger after a moment of looking around again, his eyes showing stress. The man is breathing heavily, some perspiration on his face. He sees the Alliance vehicles arriving and looks down at Dodger again, "Go back to your ship." He says, letting go of her arm. Then he leans forward to murmur something more in her ear before drawing back, "I'm going to go talk to some of the officers that are coming in." He reaches to pull off the winter hat, mopping at his brow for a moment. <English>
Esmail walks over and stands close by the pairing. Raising a hand he uses only his right index finger to poke at the side of Dodger's head twice, near the temple. "I ain't bleed'n any more. What's on me isn't mine, I was patching other up over there.. At this rate, I'm patching more holes than I'm putting into people." Turning his head he looks towards Dan, squinting his eyes slightly, "Careful. If she doesn't bite she still had a steady trigger finger." As he finishes talking he takes two modest steps back, trying to make sure he was not within stabbing range before turning around to move towards where Dodger shouted about a shield. <English>
It's one thing to be idly cruising along in one's jeep after having collected up some mechanical parts and paid a licensing fee. It's a whole different thing to bear witness to some sort of terrorist strike on a nearby building. Amelia was so near that the force itself forced her vehicle into another building's wall, promptly placing her unconscious. She's only now regaining consciousness and with a nice gash to cover her temple. Ignoring the sense of swimming within her seat, she looks over to where the remains of the fed station are and then at her side. Passenger seat. "Williams, hey," she holds her head with one hand and reaches for the other woman with the other, "You okay? C'mon." <English>
Conoger, the viking crawling bringing a body as he drags it along with his one arm. Though it could be a live one, he is still dragging it closer to people that could help it, or just put it into a body bag. After gettign to a place, he stands up and barely holds himself up, he is light headed. Though he hears people and shield he is disoriented and manages to head i na certain direction. " Oye, anyone wanting a viking fer a night, going to pass out from to much drinking." he chuckles and starts to cough alot once again, he even falls to a knee and hack up a lung or two. " Have ta have me shield ...Thor needs shield." then starst to crawl and touches a leg...curvy leg..thin and then he looks up and see's a redhead.." Angel!!" then he seems to pass out, he falls flat on his face then. <English>
Dodger bites her lower lip at Dan's whisper, looking up with wide eyes. There's a very small, single nod. And then Esmail's up poking at her, and she narrows her eyes on him. "You touch me in the head like that again, and you *will* have another hole in you," she snaps at him. To Dan, she touches his arm. "Let me know if I can..." There's nothing she can do. "... I'll come see you tomorrow."
Conoger passes out at her feet. She swears a string of Chinese words and glances back up at Esmail. "C'mon, then, if you're not bleeding. Help me lug him home." <English>
"What... what was that?" the small freckled woman whimpers. "Was that a missile?" My head hurts, Ame..." and she reaches up to touch her head... her fingers come back crimson too. "I'm not sure my arm is working either." But consciousness is coming back to her and so a little of panic. "We gotta get out of this thing, there could be a fuel leak..." <English>
Dan gives Dodger a nod, then starts making his way in the direction of some of those Alliance vehicles that are arriving at the scene, reaching to pull a badge from his pocket to flash at anyone that tries to stop him. No one does after they see the badge -- at least until he reaches someone that knows him personally and chews him out for being on the scene at all... <English>
"I don't know. I didn't catch it." However, Amelia sure is feeling it right now. She opens her eyes up wider and then looks around, gaining actual focus. They're alive. That's a definite plus. Working her restraints away, she pushes her door open and then shimmies down onto both of her feet before almost immediately reaching to brace herself. She closes her eyes. Reopening them, the woman carefully makes her way to the other side of the vehicle in order to help Cailin out. "Don't use the arm. Here, I'm right here- take my arm- c'mon, let's get you out of there." Amelia chances a look over her shoulder, and spies chaos. Somewhat organized chaos thanks to the arrival of the Alliance, but chaos nonetheless. Her services will most likely be needed. Definitely needed. But she turns back to Cailin. <English>
"One idiot getting attention.. and now the other one is napping, lovely?" Esmail plots around until he stops for a moment noticing a rather large disk on the ground, crouching low he managed to slip his arm through the hoop and grasp onto the inner most bar. "Its no time to be dreaming of Nirvana or what ever you call it. If ya keep nappin all you'll find is dried up bald hags!" His voice raises before giving Conoger's ribs a light kick only trying to stur him. <English>
Oscar emerges from the thickest smoke and dust and whatnot where the Fed station was, a body over one shoulder in a fireman's carry. He makes his way over toward the nearest group of EMT's then takes a moment to change the filter on his mask. "Goin' back in." he says to nobody in particular and off he goes again. <English>
Conoger grunts as he gets kicked or poked or what ever. Either way he grunts and feels like he needs to roll over and he does, though he does just lay there for a bit he nods to Esmail. " You at least be nicer to your trainer..." he grunts and starts to get up slowly and grunts some more. He is fully up, headache pounding but he stands and looks at Esmail. " Oye, you shot!!! man, ya got to get a doc on that, wha tLiang say if ya get that infected out here...with them all diseases." <English>
Cailin winces as she reflexively uses her injured arm as she tries to get out of the vehicle even with Amelia's help. "Xie xie... ohh. Ow! See? This is what happens when we go down into a gravity well." She has a coughing fit for a moment. "Sorry, smoke." Still, part of her is still thinking. "That would have to be a capital-ship killer missile... must have been a ship launched it. Might be a log." She holds her arm with the other. "Ow... I don't think it's broken, though. Maybe just the elbow?" <English>
Esmail raises his right arm until it had the shield come to rest pressed against the viking stomach. "She'll complain about me trying to do something stupid and then she'll patch me up.. You dropped this." A faint smirk appears on his lips as he releases the shield so that Conoger could remove it from his hold easily. "Anyways, I was shot, what's your excuse for taking a nap?" <English>
Amelia focuses on Cailin's voice than all of the other noises. It's familiar, making it easier for her hone in on it so her mind doesn't go wandering off into blacking out again. Her hands are shaking though. Shaking her head, she swings around to the rear of the jeep and rummages about the bed once pulling back the door. She finds a bag and shoulders with a bit of effort and then holds up a strip of cloth to Cailin. "Maybe. Maybe... I'm going to immobilize it anyways. Just," she coughs, "Just hold still." She separates the cloth and it turns out to be a handful of military-styled cravats, enough to make a temporary sling for the woman's arm. "Missile, huh? Nowhere's safe anymore then. I need to go help the others. See what I can do." <English>
Conoger looks at the shield and grins. Reaching out and taking it, then once again slinging it on his back. " At least she cares your hurt, just be lucky she ain't got a cattle porb like I had a long time ago, them doctors were vicious." then he shakes his head and grins a bit. " I was working, we are going to have ta teach ya how ta dodge there, stop getting shot." Now he starts to look around and feels tired, seeing if his mightiness is needed any longer. <English>
Oscar emerges from the smoke, dust and ruin yet again this time he has someone that's kindof managing to walk and he leads them toward the 'safe zone' and he's back in again, no filter switch on his mask this time. <English>
"No! Don't leave me here alone!" Cailin exclaims. "I'll... let me go with you. I have my tools and maybe I can help some too!" But she doesn't struggle while Amelia ties Cailin's arm to her body. "Couldn't nothing else could've done that to all that reenforced concrete. Had to be a missile. A big one." <English>
"Sorry, sorry! Look at this place, I wouldn't leave you alone out here. Just, uh, eh, just making sure you know what we're doing. What I'm doing." The two of them are alive and, more or less, well so they can definitely help out those that are less fortunate. Amelia looks herself over. At least until shock and exhaustion renders her fairly useless, and all of her adrenaline has been drained. She reaches out to take Cailin's good hand, to help lead the other woman along through the smoke and debris. "Who the bloody hell takes to a fed station like that though? The same as with Shinbone." She stumbles over something inconsequential and then looks around. Her direction changes and she nods forward now. There's a familiar looking giant in the distance and she brings up a hand to try and signal at Conoger. It's the helm. "Viking-guy!" she yells hoarsely, "How are you still alive?" <English>
"Lets head back then, the rest have everything handled here ya? Why don't you head back to the ship and get some sleep? I'm going to see if any knows why this happened." Esmail points towards the shipyard and looks back towards Conoger before walking off slowly towards ruins before pausing hearing someone yell 'viking guy'. "Oh god.." <English>
It pretty much at the same time that Esmail was telling him to walk back to the ship and at the same time he was looking around when he notices something, vehicle and then a woman waving at him, yelling at him. Then he notices that she is in that vehicle and like the viking he is, he blinks and wonders wha tshe wants but a few moments later he starts to walk towards her. Takes him a few before gettign there as he walks past Esmail. " I may need ya." is all he says.
Once there he looks at the woman and grins. " Oh hey, you alright and yes..I am who I am, takes alot ta get me down." then he notices the situation they are in and grumbles. " Alright, lets get ya out of here." in a serious tone. Then he yells very loudly. " HELP!!! OVER HEAR!!!" in a very vikinish sounding loud voice. <English>
Oscar comes out of the ruin again, just by himself this time and heads toward the 'save zone' where all the EMT's are, only to tuen back towars the loud voice and heads that way. "What now?" His voice somewhat distorted by the respirator. <English>
Cailin clings to Amelia's hand. "Please..." head injuries and panic are ever so fun. "There wasn't a flash, was there? I... I don't have a radiation gauge, but... probably wasn't a nuke or we wouldn't be here. Oh... Rodney's going to be so angry at us for wrecking that vehicle and..." <English>
Esmail looks towards the viking with a puzzled look but then turns to see what Conoger was looking at, managing to make out two beings but not much else. "If ya ganna help then help, don't just yell." With little other notice Esmail began to jog over to the area, trying to stay mindful of the increasing number of alliance forces in the area. <English>
Amelia putters forward some more and then slows down into an eventual stop. She doesn't bother walking the rest of the distance because the large man is already heading in their direction. "Don't you worry about that. That was my jeep." As an afterthought, she turns to look at it. Other than the fact that she crashed into a building, it's in one piece. Relatively. Amelia winces and holds her head with her free hand, nodding demurely up to Conoger. "My friend's hurt real bad and I can't focus enough to really help, but I'm trying. Head's still swimming. I need a minute. Uh. Who knows what happened-happened?" She's banged up but standing, and alive, and conscious. Then there's people coming, presumably from the man's yelling. So she leans to the side, retreating back to Cailin. "I don't think our insides're going to melt. We were way too close to the blast if it went nuclear." <English>
Oscar points over toward the safe area he was headed for. "There's EMT's over tha' way, bes' thing ta do if yah ain prepared," he taps his full face breather, "is ge' outa the smoke an dust. Sides, I figure as the Feds can sor' this ou' from here an I ain' too keen on questions." <English>
Conoger helps Amelia as much as he can, putting a hand under her arm to help her along. " Don't ya worry miss, Conoger will help ya here." he is actualy very polite and speaks normaly. Then looks at her friend and nods. " Alright there, going to carry ya, don't stab me or shoot me." then he does indeed lean in and grab her in a cradle style carry. As he holds the other woman, he looks to Amelia. " Hang on to me if ya need." then he starts to walk towards people, hearing someone mention in a certai ndirection. <English>
Amelia's seen Cailin in a fight before - she does fine so long as there's something to do but she's pretty useless for a while after - the girl gets the shakes something terrible. This is like one of those times, she's coming down from the adrenaline. "I don't want my insides to melt, Amelia. I want..." but then she's scooped up by someone she doesn't know. "Uh... ni hao? Watch out fot the screwdrivers - they can be sharp." That must mean her tool belt, everything secured for zero-G so nothing is falling out or off. "Sorry." <English>
Esmail scratches his head as he watches Conoger react to the two women. "..Berserker, tormentor, Thor, sleepy head and now gentleman? Which one is the real one." His words could be heard faintly, little more than thinking out loud. While he doesn't try to stop the man he follows the three closely, shaking his head occasionally trying to focus his eyes before examining them. "Conoger, the one leaning on you shouldn't be walking about, she's liable to dip into a coma if she tried to do much right now." <English>
"Half the time," Amelia has to growl the words out thanks to clearing her throat in the middle of speaking, "They blow themselves up so people blindly flock to their cause. I'm the kind of gal to want answers." Why is she talking to a gas mask? The bounty hunter knits her eyebrows at the mask and then abruptly turns. She rubs her hands together and then her face once she's no longer helping Cailin along and Conoger's no longer helping herself along, now noticing that there's blood on them. She checks her head again and then voicelessly mutters to herself. That wound help explains her head injury. "They won't melt, Cailin. I promise." They all would have been obliterated already if otherwise. In the middle of picturing that, she bends over and holds her knees. "I'll be fine," she grumbles. She returns to walking with the growing group. "Just need a minute. No Feds though. They suck." <English>
Once he gets to the 'safe zone' Oscar finds somewhere out of the way to sit down and pulls off his respirator mask and looks around for some water or something. <English>
Conoger smiles down to the woman he is carrying, perfect white teeth from a viking. " No worries lass, you'll be fine, going ta get ya to the docs, they will fix ya up." Then Conoger looks towards Esmail. " Don't just lecture, help the woman." he is growling a bit now towards Esmail but then he looks at Amelia s they come to the doctors. " Help her , make sure she will be fine." then he takes the woman to a hover stretcher. " Here ya go lass...look at me...I ain't a illusion, I am a viking..name is Conoger...whats your name lass." as he tries to make sure she is not goign to go all ape shit about all of the sudden, with still her tools by her side. <English>
"You're a viking?" Cailin asks the man who is doing his best to help her. "You're going to raid us and steal our things? I don't have anything but my tools and you can't have them!" she says, panic setting in now. "You can't have my name either! It's all I have left from my parents!" and she starts to sob again. "Ashi... why aren't you here when I need you?" <English>
"He isn't those kind of Viking. He is more of the knight in shining armor for all redhead types. He is very protective of those ones." Esmail chimes with, a grin appearing on his lips. He turns to Amelia and offers her his right hand, "Will you have your friend settle down, you also need to sit down so I can look at your head.. that's a really bad wound. How long have you let it flow that freely?" <English>
The young man with the gas mask wanders away. Amelia looks around to figure out just where he has gone off to when Cailin's momentary breakdown happens along. Someone in uniform hands her a wad of bandaging and gestures to her nose before moving to another, more serious patient. Amelia's nose is bleeding. She owlishly blinks over her raised hand, looking at Esmail. "I can try," to help with Cailin. "Not long. I don't know," how long she's been unconscious. She could check her watch but right now she doesn't know it exists. With her gauze she points next to Cailin and Conoger as to where she wants to plant herself and then she takes the man's offered hand. "Williams, hey, Cailin, we'll find her. Just calm down so we can sort you out. Okay? Everything's okay. Cono's a friend." <English>
Conoger is not sure on what to make of this woman called Cailin but he does not persue and push her further into what some may think crazy. Esmail steps in and speaks and Conoger looks at him rather in a strange way. Then Amelia comes along and she speaks to her and Conoger nods . " Aye, I am a friend. Ain't nothing going ot happen to ya when I be around, alright." then he steps back a bit more, now looking at Amelia, frowning. " We need ta get ya looked at, just be carefull." Then Conoger hopes the docs will get to them soon enough, then finaly he mentions something Amelia wanted to hear. " It probably was them again, same as the other times..I think I seen that Alliance officer been carried away from here...she may have been the target...not sure but she is very voicerous over the news and stating she be goign after them...thats a death wish....anyways, hope you alright." <English>
"This happens every time I put my feet on planet - Reavers or people trying to kill Rodney's kin or people wanting to be Reavers or Fed based getting nuked or my insides melting... I want to go home and drink a liter of my whiskey and pass out." Cailin rambles, but Amelia's voice seems to get through to her. "Sorry... I... you can have some too, when we get back. All you want." <English>
Oscar finds himself a bottle of water somewhere and gulps some down as he just watches medics do their thing and fed security types start setting up cordons and keeping civilians out of the ruins so they can start doing ... well whatever it is feds do. And well, oscar just slip off down an alley. <English>
Esmail takes her hand but side steps and rotates until his forearm and elbow was under her's allowing her to more easily lean onto him for support. "You are aren't flame licked so you were a ways away from the blast when it happened." Guiding her close towards Conoger and Cailian, but keep them a modest distance apart, enough room for Amelia to lay down if need be. "Was it only the two of you or were there more? I'll need you to stay still, okay?" Once they were seated he moves his hand to try to part through her hair to see how extensive the gash was. <English>
Amelia dabs underneath her nose a few more times before becoming satisfied that she isn't leaking all over the place. Still, the others do happen to have a point. She needs to get off of her feet and looked at as soon as possible. As soon as possible technically happened a while ago when she was back at her vehicle. Now ought to suffice though. As folks mill about to help everyone, she withdraws an ident-card to verify as to why she is currently armed and potentially dangerous. While doing that, she gently nods to Esmail. "Just us two. I'll try not to muck things up as my stubborn ego is wont to do." So she stays still, wincing every few moments, but generally still nonetheless. "I want to speak with that officer then." she pauses, glancing at Cailin, and adds, "I'd appreciate that. So don't worry. We're getting home soon enough." <English>
Conoger watches the chaos around the area and of course the Alliance will be showing up with bigger numbers soon enough. " Well, lovely ladies. I hope you are safe and get better soon." then looks at Cailin. " I will hold ya to that invite fer drinking ya know." as he winks towards Cailin, she probably will not remember. Then looking at Amelia. " Hey, don't push yourself, be carefull and take it easy. Oh did ya find that asian man?" though he frowns then and sighs. " Alright, I best head back, we had our own troubles a tthe ship I have ta take care of, laters and see ya soon." wit hthat he starst to walk away. <English>
"This is comfy... not so bad." Cailin says of the hover-stretcher. "I'm going to just lay my head down and rest a bit. Good? Good." And she does - she closes her eyes and... well, she's just asleep. that should help. <English>
"We did, yes. Thanks for asking." Amelia weakly grins at the question, too. She may be fairly disoriented, banged up and bruised, and likely suffering from a concussion but she's still pretty content right about now. With a light shake of her head, she watches after Esmail. "Don't worry. I'm a medic. I think I'll be fine. Eventually." She's just going to get some rest now. <English>
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