Legacy: Chapter One

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Post by kotetsu » Mon Mar 23, 2020 2:18 am

Roy’s arms were crossed when he was standing listening to the explanation James was giving. Technically he didn’t answer his question fully, but he got more information than expected. He was not at all prepared for the sudden turbulence.

“Heh?” he let out. It was the only noise that escaped his mouth when he watched James reach for the support beam. Backwards he fell, conking the back of his head on one of the thankfully bolted down tables. The loss of gravity didn’t come into play fast enough to save him any pain either. It did however create a momentarily morbid sign as he raised up in the air, as if his lifeless body was ascending to heaven… only to be rag dolled across the room.

“Well… ain’t this some shit mate…” he said weakly… mostly to himself as he flew. Roy himself would not actually be able to remember if he said that out loud or just thought it. Things seemed to move in slow motion for him for a moment, slowly getting back to normal speed as he peeled himself up off the wall. The pain was shooting all through his body, including but not limited to a headache three times as bad as the worst hangover he’s ever had. James was rushing to the door, calling out someone’s name, the little one seemed ready for battle. The rest of the folks in the room… shit… his vision was blurry for some reason. He could hardly make anyone out let alone what they were doing.

Just as he thought he was safe and nothing else would be thrown at him, something else seemed to be getting thrown at him. Thankfully it was just the door to the refrigerator swinging open, which at very least served the purpose of helping him get his bearings of where he was in the room. He listlessly lifts his palm up to catch the door, using the handle as leverage to stand up.

"Hey! I need a hand with this, we need to get to the bridge."

“Couldn’t of just let me enjoy the first real meal I had in… oh bloody never mind…” He turned his head around a bit, as if he were looking for something, all the while using the refrigerator to brace himself on. Tables… no those were bolted down to well. They would bend before they broke free. The oven and range hood likely were as well. Chairs were too light, as probably was the microwave, though he was going in the right direction. Coffee pot… don’t be stupid Roy. That’s when it hit him, metaphorically this time though.

The next thing everyone could hear was the sound of some kind of metal a bracket snapping, followed by the sound of metal scraping against metal. Like any good appliance built to go into space the fridge was nice and sturdy, and had a lock to keep the door closed when someone thought to engage it. In this case Roy did think do so, how else would he have something to hold it by in a small cramped space like this? He’d line himself up with the door and look James dead in the eyes.

“Move…” Was all he said as the appliance seemed to lift up off the ground, with Roy charging forward with it like a battering ram.
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Post by UmbraSight » Wed Mar 25, 2020 6:07 pm

She managed maybe three bites before the ship lurched hard. By instinct alone Kit hooked her right leg around the table's leg as one of her hands found an edge and gripped it hard. A hull breach? Her plate skittered across the table as the ship shuttered, metal above groaning under sudden strain. The lights cut and Kit felt her stomach churn with the sudden sensation of weightlessness. She caught the underside of the table with her knee and with a grunt she pulled herself under the table as cooking utensils suddenly found themselves turned to missiles.

She felt something sharp bounce off her shoulder, the tines of a runaway fork. Kit twisted in place as something heavy bounced off her hip, and the room was washed in red as emergency lights kicked on. Another disorienting lurch in her stomach as the gravity returned and Kit rather ungracefully landed on her back.

Kit, ever the professional, was quick to roll back out from under the table and up onto her feet. Akari at the door trying to call up the captain before calling for help with the bulkhead, the short alien was getting a handgun ready, and the big man — with a nasty looking head wound — seemed to be testing things he could yank up.

He seemed to settle on the coffeemaker, which seemed a shameful waste of a fine piece of machinery.

Kit reached down and slid her knife free from its holster on her thigh. She tapped a button near the base of the hilt and there was an electric crackle as a taser flickered to life along the blunt side of the knife. Not a gun but it would do.

“Doc, you still in one piece?” She called.
//… under her weight the floorboards gave, and she fell into the dark...// Fall of the Aelir Isles, Vol. III

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Post by illirica » Fri Mar 27, 2020 1:56 am

Akari took command of the situation as expected - at least, until gravity showed up with a vengeance and took it back from him. Dr. Asai grabbed on to the table, which had the advantage of being bolted down, and waited out the surge, making her muscles relax so that she didn't cause herself greater injury when gravity clicked back on again and everything went splat.

At least she'd not been in a surgery. There was something about a man's intestines floating upwards that one didn't forget easily. She hit the ground again in a crouch, suffering what was probably a light bruise on one knee, but no worse than that - not like some of their members. Roy had hit his head pretty hard, which... didn't stop him from trying to batter down the door.

"Roy! You have a head injury! Sit down!"

She very much doubted he was going to listen, but she was medically obligated to give him good advice anyway. "I'm fine, thank you for checking," she added quickly to Kit, who'd taken a fairly bad fall but seemed to be fine for now. "What about you? Any numbness or lack of feeling at the extremeties?" Spinal injuries could be tricky, couldn't they. "Tell me immediately if you start suspecting any problems, do you understand? James, I'm coming with you. If the bridge isn't answering it's likely that someone's injured, probably worse than we have here. You might need me. Everyone else I think will be okay, except for maybe Roy. Roy! Sit down!"

Good advice was all too rarely followed, wasn't it?

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Post by BanefulMelody » Fri Mar 27, 2020 10:39 pm

"You did wonderfully, Miss Katsopolis!" Aurora replied, returning the girl's anxious remark with a warm smile. In times of stress, it was best to remain calm and positive - not for her own mental benefit, but for that of others. Miss Katsopolis was frightened, on the verge of panicking. She needed a calm voice, simple instructions, and most importantly, hope.

"Would you please keep an eye on the door? I am going to tend to Mr. Cross."

Don't tell her why you want her to focus on the door. Don't tell her the sinking feeling - alert protocol, all sensors active, processes reserved for data interpretation - in the pit of your gut, or the words that Mr. Cross had said. We aren't safe. There's something terribly, terribly wrong.

|| Afraid.

"My safety is irrelevant, Mr. Cross," Aurora whispered, slipping her scanner out of her pocket and fiddling with the controls. "At the moment, your wellbeing is my top priority. Please remain still while I sterilize the wound - you might want to hold my hand."

She held her palm out expectantly with one hand as the aimed her scanner with the other. The gun hummed, its tip turning momentarily bright. Ultraviolet range. One pulse. Two pulse. Long hold. Release. Then, nimble fingers unraveled the gauze - her hand slipped - and the roll fell through the air, dropping to the floor like a yo-yo with the tail still in her hand.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, measuring out a length of the dangling cloth and tearing it. "I didn't mean to do that. Please -"

|| Collision in the landing bay.

Her attention split, equal processes dedicated to both points of interest.

"- be patient. So, I just bundle this into a ball and stick it inside?"

She looked up to the man for confirmation, then steeled her resolve, slipping the rolled up gauze - and her fingers - into the wound.

|| It was wet. Wet and wrong, something she wasn't made to observe. Only to avoid. Avoid at all costs. Even then, behind a screen, casualties were different, distant screams and dying lights, not viscera warm and wet and alive.

"Th-then. The needle. Is that correct, Mr. Cross?"

She held it up as well. That had to go inside him. Through his flesh. Injuring - but for the right reasons. Yes? So he would survive? Yes, so he would survive.

|| Prime protocol violation. Pending override. Pending. /I accepted liability./ Pending. /I can't/

Her hand shook, hovering over his skin, held back by some invisible barrier of nausea and tension. She glanced up again.

"Do I have your permission?"
The speakers above Jax's head momentarily crackled to life. Hidden in the shadows, a camera turned to face him.

"I apologize, I'm currently not available to assist you. We're in a crisis at the moment. Do you have the proper authorization to land here?"

The speaker crackled momentarily, then popped into silence - but for less than a second before it began to speak again.

"No, the distress signal. Of course. Are you alright? That seemed like a rough landing."

The doors across the way hissed, then slid open, allowing Jax entry into the building proper. Inside, every computer monitor showed a simple diagram - one light flashing on the left hand side, another flashing towards the middle.

"Please come to the medbay as soon as you can. I've placed a map on the displays."

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Post by Poetic Ghost » Mon Mar 30, 2020 5:54 am

"Roy, wait!" Akari tried to call out, but it was far too late. Mclean had already come to a conclusion within his thought process, and went barreling towards the jammed door. James took a big step back as he closed in, and felt the room shake again as the man with the fridge collided with the door and bent the panels back, not entirely out of the frame, but more than enough for a person to fit through. The impact rattled the room, and likely the brain of the man who had instigated it.

"I might not like the means... but I can't argue with results." James said to Roy. "Now take a minute to let the doctor check you out, the last thing we need right now is a squad-mate down with brain damage." He commanded, and looked over his shoulder across the mess hall (now quite literally a mess hall) and caught eyes with the Doctor Asai. "Alia, I agree, I'll need you in the bridge. Assess Roy as briefly as you can, we need to make it there fast."

Just as he finished, as if to punctuate his statement, the ship lurched once more. "Who the hell is flying this damn ship?!" James said as he braced against the doorframe and looked out into the hallway.

Suddenly, the ship went silent for a long moment. The alarms went silent, the pained movement of the ship melted into the silence, even the comforting background hum of the engines faded into the void if only for the briefest moment. James stood motionless, waiting for something, anything to happen.

That's when the blast happened. An explosion, distant, but still within the ship, echoed through the hall and shook the ship once more. Then, as if awakened by the blast, the noise returned all at once, and James looked to his crew's faces, his expression was a mix of confusion and anxious anticipation.

"Fuck it. Doctor, take Roy with us, we need to get moving.""

- - -

"I'm on it!" Estelle replied as she went for the doors, standing guard against whatever was responsible for the attack.

Leon didn't protest. How could he? The android was going to try to save his life, and try her hardest to do so. He couldn't ask for more. But that phrase? "At the moment, your wellbeing is my top priority." When was the last time he had heard... well, anyone said that, android or not. He'd been the one to say that for so long, to be the one to prioritize others and make sure they knew that. He had forgotten how it felt to be on the receiving end of care.

His hand twitched weakly as he extended his hand to take hold of her hand as she aimed her pistol at the wound. The warm, open flesh that was present on his abdomen began to grow warmer. "Thank you." He said as he clenched her hand and bit his lower lip as he felt his flesh bubble and burn.

It was an odd sensation. Leon had sterilized wounds before, but he was never supposed to know how it felt for his viscera to feel the outside world, to feel warmth that wasn't from within. He had seen plenty of wounds like this, civilians caught in the crossfire, now missing pieces of themselves, or with parts that should be within them now out for the world to see. If he called it unsettling, he would have been lying to himself. Those wounds, that pain, it wasn't real, it was enough to break him and send him into a babbling ball of anxiety and stress on the floor.

Disconnect, focus on saving a life and forget it's real.

It was the hardest thing he ever had to learn. Learning to stop thinking about how wrong yet real everything he was seeing truly was, and to remove himself from his fear and reality. He was taught words that helped him make everything less real, to think of it all in abstract terms. Wound, appendage, patient, triage, deceased. It only made things harder to think of it in any other way than clinical. Don't think of it as a little girl, don't think of the twenty people you're neglecting to save a girl with a messing arm... limb, it's a limb. Don't crack, don't break. You're a field surgeon, you can't break now.

The warmth crept past uncomfortable and neared unbearable, and just as it reached it's apex, it ended and Leon let out a long pained exhale and released her hand, letting his arm fall to the floor limply. Aurora began to unravel the gauze, preparing for the truly nasty part. But her hand slipped, a misstep, Leon had always thought androids were made to be perfect. To fail, is to be human.

"I'm sorry,"

"No, you don't have to be, okay?" Leon replied, his voice was honest and his expression was calmer than before. He reached out and placed his hand weakly on her wrist."You're helping me, remember?" He tried to smile the best he could in the present circumstance. "You can do this."

"Just pack it in gently... the gauze should retain some of the blood for now, but we'll need to go back in later..." Leon added, looking down at the roll in her hand and the bleeding hole in his body. It dawned on him now how much blood was everywhere, it had soaked into his clothes, all over the floor, and now on the hands of the android as she positioned him and touched him, it was a reality check if he'd ever seen one. He took one deep breath and looked her in the eye. "Whenever you're ready."

Leon could feel her fingers inside his wound, pressing against the open flesh pushing in the small, tight roll. He could feel pressure on his organs and held back his urge to gag at the sound and feeling of matter that was never meant inside him now being pushed within his body. He'd done this a hundred times, a simple 'pack and stitch' until he could get the patient on a table, but he'd never felt this... never felt cold fingers within a warm wound.

As she removed his hand, he couldn't help bit watch her crimson fingers, grasping for a needle, and shaking over his skin as she prepared for the stitching. This was going to hurt, and it knew it wouldn't be the last time he'd have hands and metal instruments inside his abdomen.

"Do I have your permission?"


"Y-Yes... yes you do." He said, locking eyes with her as he struggled to form the words he needed. "I t-trust you to save me... I trust you."
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