"Coffee instead of blood would be wonderful for late shifts, but truly horrible for those moments when your body requires you to get some rest."
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Posted Jul 01 2014 - 06:48 PM
IC: Gwen ~ Hanger Bay
"No," I said to Vanessa, before swinging myself into the cockpit. It was a tight fit with Eli slumped in there as well, but I found room enough to release his restraints and manoeuvre myself within range of the controls.
"Everyone hang onto something solid!" I shouted, willing the Celeritas back into action. "Valentine, bring the medical pod up here!"
The old girl groaned and moaned under the stress of movement; she had barely gotten out of the gorge in one piece, and even this slight shift in position was killing her. It hurt to listen to her, like every grind of her servos was the grinding of my own bones. But we needed to get Eli over to the pod; some of us had to take one for the team.
"Valentine, get ready to move Eli once we're within range!"
Posted Jul 01 2014 - 07:06 PM
"The one time I'm in a confined space with a female..." I muttered, off to the side in the cockpit as Gwen maneuvered to take the controles, my half-lidded gaze wincing as I heard something that sounded eerily similar to a failing actuator emanate from the knee joint of the Celeritas.
Posted Jul 02 2014 - 11:14 PM
Edited by Infamous Ironic Iguana, Jul 02 2014 - 11:15 PM.
Posted Jul 03 2014 - 02:38 PM
Posted Jul 05 2014 - 05:11 PM
IC: "Bah, get yer poking mitts off of me!" Samson squawked at the medics who harried and harangued him into the medic facilities
IC: "Understood and complying." Damage took his seat in the transport pod, nestling the data pack in beside him
Posted Jul 10 2014 - 04:35 PM
IC: Dr Felix Valentine
Medic stepped back a few dozen centimetres until the open medical pod was as close as it could be to the Celeritas' cockpit without actually scraping against the broken canopy.
"Get him in!" the doctor called over the comms.
Posted Jul 11 2014 - 06:02 PM
Abraham gripped a ruined section of the Celeritas' armor, clinging to it to ensure that he didn't fall while Gwen moved the machine. He could hear the mech's groans of complaint, but it would hold. For the moment, at least. Just long enough to get Elijah to the medpod. After that... Well, it'd need repairs.
"Same here." Alistair noted cheerfully, gesturing back to the hangar. "By the look of things, I'll get some more repairs to do very shortly."
Posted Jul 11 2014 - 07:44 PM
Switch on the parking brake annnnnnd....
This was a precision operation; I didn't waste any time in unbuckling Eli's seatbelt, opening up the cockpit and carrying him (okay, half-dragging, fine) over to the the medpod. I braced one foot against the catch on the cockpit, the other against the side of the pod, and with a heave that was usually only reserved for the transportation of gatling guns of fuel tanks, I hauled his body up and over into it. I barely even had a chance to catch my breath before I kicked off of the medical unit, flopping back into Frost's ruined seat.
"As you were, Doc," I said in between pants. "Thanks for the hand!"
Posted Jul 13 2014 - 09:42 PM
"Hey Abe! Race you to the bottom!"
It didn't take long to climb down the Celeritas; I'd been working around these machines for years, been making my way through obstacle courses for years more before that. I manoeuvred down the hull, and it seemed like no time at all before I heard the sound of my shoes hitting the metal floor of the hanger.
"Abe, did I win?"
Posted Jul 14 2014 - 01:00 PM
The sound of Gwen hitting the floor was far, far overshadowed by the sound of Abe hitting the floor. To be precise, hitting, knees giving way, rolling, and popping back up to his feet, though he did wince slightly at the pang of pain in his ankle. The foreign pilot had, truth be told, taken a moment to realize that Gwen had challenged him to a race, and as a result, lost the lead resulting from already being out of the cockpit.
So he had raced down as quickly as he could, but once he reached the Celeritas' knee, he knew he wasn't going to make it. So he jumped.
"Ow, ow, okay, I think that was a tie."
Posted Jul 14 2014 - 01:53 PM
I swooped in under Abe, positioning myself so that his right arm was slung over my shoulders and my left arm was slung over his shoulder, hoping that my strength would be enough to support him despite my smaller stature.
"I think you take competition a bit too seriously."
Posted Jul 15 2014 - 09:46 PM
"I'm fine!" He said brightly, doing his best to ignore the stabs of pain insistently working to get his attention from his ankle. They weren't that bad, nor were they any real injuries... It just kinda hurt.
"Hey, I think I have a bottle of aspirin in my pocket. Might still have some left. ... Or half of one."
Posted Jul 17 2014 - 03:14 PM
I carefully extricated my left arm from around Abe, trying to work my hand into his pocket while it was still stuck between the two of us. At one point I remember considering that it would be easier to just drop him and rifle through his coat while he was on the ground, but my (functional) sociopathy does actually have its limits.
Eventually I did manage to find the bottle, and shifting my weight so that Abe could lean on me while I still had use of both of my arms, I opened it up to find--
"More like a quarter of an aspirin, actually," I said, watching the little fragment of a tablet (and plenty of dust) fall into my hand.
Posted Aug 02 2014 - 06:44 PM
"Good enough." The pilot said, picking up the remaining aspirin fragment, withdrawing a small canteen from his waist, carefully using both hands to pour an almost ridiculously small amount of water into the cap. A moment later, the tiny aspirin remnant was downed with the proportionally minute quantity of water. Returning the canteen to his coat, he could vaguely be heard to mutter something about 'the placebo effect', before refocusing on his two compatriots.
"I'm fine!" Abraham insisted, frowning faintly at the apparent lack of efficiency of his protests. A moment later, the frown deepened as a note of confusion was mixed in. "And I still don't understand what Vanessa is getting at."
Posted Aug 13 2014 - 03:54 PM
"I'm not one hundred percent sure what either of those would mean." The foreign pilot said brightly, shifting slightly to try and put weight on his ankle. He didn't hear any loud, sickening cracks, or feel any agonizing pain, so he shifted a little more... Little more... Then took a step... Ah, there was the pain. Not too bad, though. Bearable. Not indicative of too much wrong.
"I can walk!" Abraham crowed with triumph.
Posted Aug 13 2014 - 06:20 PM
"Yes, yes, good for you, Abe," I said. "But we're still carrying you."
Slowly, we made our way to the infirmary, Abe trying to convince me that he was fit to walk ("of course you are babe now be quiet"), and me trying to explain things to him.
"So, Vanessa seems to think we're either capable of spending large amounts of our personal time together enjoyably, or that our combined genetic make-up would be suitable for the creation of a new breed of humanity. Though, now that I think about it, I suppose the two things aren't completely mutually exclusive. I mean, by keeping us together for longer amounts of time, we would be more an easier target for a third party to extract our gametes...."
This continued for a while, before we finally reached the base's clinic, where we found--
"Eli!" I cried, the fact that critical injury wasn't helped by loud and sudden noises. "How are you doing?"
Posted Aug 28 2014 - 02:04 PM
I wasn't sure what the appropriate social response to something like this was (which is kind of surprising; you'd have thought that I would be used to people dying and breaking their good looks by now), so I figured it would be best to switch to a similar, but less uncomfortable topic.
"So, how exactly were you mortally wounded again?"
(This is less uncomfortable, right?)
Posted Sep 08 2014 - 04:36 PM
"I believe a few people sortied after us." Abraham supplied helpfully, glancing at the patient. He last remembered him from a not-so pleasant conflict on one of the bridges (bit of a disagreement, really), but he was displeased to see him injured. Injuries were bad. Hard to heal by yourself.
"I do not believe his face is that hurt. Shouldn't be any worse than before. Dunno how it looked before."
Posted Oct 04 2014 - 03:03 PM
"Your face still looks like your face," I said, smiling at Eli, "so I'd say you're okay!"
I turned back to Abe.
"And speaking of being okay, we still need to find you - " I poked him in the chest " - a bed, where you will stay until the doctors say that you're better. Understood?"
Posted Oct 04 2014 - 05:23 PM
My gaze flicked around to the three of them, giving Vanessa a hurt look, and grinning at Gwen as I did so. Nothing for the other guy, I still didn't know what to think of him. There was also the fact that we did kind of get off on a very bad foot, and seeing as my condition warranted me being strapped to a bed (I did try to escape, that's why the strapped me down) until one of the medical pods was free, well...
"One of the tin cans had a fancy new toy, sliced right through my armor and... me," I replied to Gwen's earlier question. "Last time I use a Stealth Hunter as a shield."
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