Sorry about that. I've just felt for some time that I need practice writing action sequences. Also, if anyone ever feels that I write too violently, please call me out on it. It's been so long that my frame of reference for RPing here might have slipped a bit.
You made the battle more intense than I had originally intended, Jackson. Though I might mention we are in an outpost-building thing. Not a tent.
At least I think so.
I edited out the tent stuff.
IC: Loop carefully peered through the trees and saw he had reached his destination - the landing field of Outpost 4. Circling the clearing while remaining out of sight among the trees, he managed to pick out the Talon. He smiled. Success was in reach.
Hotwire's eyelids felt heavy as garage doors, so for several minutes he did not bother to open them. He was lying on what felt like a cot, and his left foot itched horridly. As his senses slowly returned, he realized he could hear voices. Wade and Crusher, he thought. So I'm in the medical bay. Why... Then the fight with Zelda snapped back into his mind. He forced his eyelids open.
The sight that met him was gut-wrenching. Tracer lay on the next cot over, abnormally pale, and hooked up to life support. At that moment, Wade turned and noticed that Hotwire's eyes were open.
"Ah," he said, walking over to Hotwire's cot. "Welcome back. About your leg--"
"Never mind my leg, what about him?" Hotwire interrupted, motioning towards Tracer. Wade sighed.
Dr. Crusher, who was monitoring Tracer's life support, stood up and turned towards Hotwire. "That stromling shot him twice, once through the lung and once through the abdomen. We've been trying to stabilise him, but his chances don't look very good. He's been in and out of consciousness this whole time."
"Now I understand perfectly that you are concerned for your friend," said Wade, "but we really need to discuss your leg. I would ask what possessed you to shoot yourself in the shin with a Space Police blaster, but once we began operating that became apparent." Hotwire nodded, unsurprised. "The maelstrom was already getting to work when you pulled that trigger, and from the knee down your leg looked more like that of a stromling than anything else." Wade paused, obviously somewhat uncomfortable. "Thing is...there wasn't much else we could do...it was barely attached...and as it was infected with the maelstrom..."
Hotwire looked down. His left leg ended in a bandaged stump several inches below the knee. "Can't say I'm surprised. To be honest, that was rather the intent I had. Cut off the infection's only route before it spreads any more."
Wade looked somewhat relieved by Hotwire's reaction, and spoke again. "Now, if we were still on Lego Island, it would be a fairly straightforward matter of replacing your leg with a new one. However, we do have what might be the next best thing. Nazareno, as you may be aware, is quite an expert in mechanical prosthetics..." As he continued about the possibilities of a robotic limb, Hotwire began to zone out a bit. Ever since Kat's apparent death and then continued existence within computers, the line between organism and technology had become a matter of some importance to him, and with this in mind, his response was immediate.
Wade stopped. "What?"
"I shot my leg off to stay a human minifig. I'm not sure I like the idea of fusing myself with machinery."
"Bear in mind that you could be removed from active duty if you are considered handicapped," said Wade warningly.
"If Rex can stay on the front lines in a wheelchair," Hotwire said, "I'm sure I'll be all right with a crutch and a peg."
OOC: I'll return to Tracer later; at the moment i am too fatigued to continue this.
EDIT: Also, everyone please avoid noticing Loop. Thanks.
Edited by Jackson Lake, Mar 23 2012 - 12:02 AM.