A House Divided [Part 3]

[cityship]

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Despite a few tricks up their sleeves, the Conspirators hardly stood a chance. It's all or nothing as they make a few last ditch attempts to kill the Yeerk, and as the fight grinds to a screeching halt.

Will they kill the Yeerk?

Will someone other than the Yeerk get killed in the crossfire?

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Stage 1 - The End?

[cityship]

Yeerk dead? Y/N?

Re: Stage 1 - The End?

[cityship]

The ball, skittering around wildly as everyone fights, rolls to a stop not far from Robin, only an explosive batarang's throw away...

Re: Stage 1 - The End?

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim blinks and stares at it a moment. He hadn't wanted to do this--this wasn't supposed to be his part--but things are horribly out of control right now, and he has the shot. He can end this.

He pulls out a batarang and takes careful aim.

Re: Stage 1 - The End?

[crusades]

Suddenly, there's the noise of a billowing cape and a familiar and resolute voice behind him.

"Stand down, Robin."

Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[cityship]

The crew has a very clear reason to stop fighting.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...medic assistance

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

For some, Katara was sure she was not going to be welcomed. A few people had seen her freeze Leon (only a LITTLE) and Danny, not to mention go after Jo. The Yeerk ball was still in pursuit, but Katara had abandoned the idea of going after it. There was no point in going after the Yeerk to help people if it only hurt them more. She'd already seen people getting shot at, maimed and otherwise injured to get to this thing and now she knew her pursuit would be nothing but joining a rabble of people hurting each other.

That was NOT what she was about. She wouldn't turn her back on people on this ship, regardless of the "team" they were on. What was important was that this was not about attacking each other anymore. It was about preserving what could be salvaed from this mess. She could pay the price later.

There was still water in the air, for which she was grateful. She made a cave-like formation entirely out of ice, compact enough and with steam so as to not be completely cold to the touch. Now she would simply wait for those needing cover.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...medic assistance

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Katara! Ax is down!" Leela calls from his side. "I'm afraid to move him, I don't know what's broken!"

People are hurt. That means it's done, that means it stops right now and they help them. And that's that.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...medic assistance

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

Ax was sprawled out on the ground, still unconscious. It didn't look like a particularly comfortable position, certainly not one he'd have chosen, if he'd had a choice.

An Unfortunate Half-truth

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

They were still fighting? Even now? Good gracious, even....even the separatists...

Obi-Wan blinked and shook his head to clear it, looking down at his side. He'd caught the kick solidly, and it hadn't seemed too bad at the time. Well, that was a lie, it had, but there was no point in coddling a grown man and a Jedi when more pressing concerns were at hand. Still, he was probably losing more blood...than...

He frowned and swallowed, forcing his thoughts back on track again. Dizzy, lost blood and perhaps a little shocky, Ben took stock of himself and did not like the way the ledger balanced out. Leaning half on one elbow, half on the building behind him, he raised his bloody hand and called out hoarsely, "Ahhhgh...A little help here?"

Re: An Unfortunate Half-truth

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara came out immediately, and the sight of the injured man was more than enough to bring out her motherly side. She lifted her arms, and Obi-Wan was gently pushed into the hut via prodding waves. She laid him on the floor, looking over him diligently but careful not to touch him just yet. That might make things worse.

"The wolf," Katara said softly, although she didn't elaborate. She'd seen it in passing, although there had been another man hanging onto it. She vaguely wondered if he had gotten worse than this man. She examined his side, to see how bad it was. "I trust you're smart enough to stay here for now."

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

A child? Well, she was handling this well. She had a familiar look about her— Anakin had been much the same way. War and strife makes everyone grow old before their time.

"Well, this isn't my first battle," He joked, smiling for her benefit. It hurt, true, but not so badly that one should lose their sense of humor, "And it certainly won't be my last. Auch, careful, now! I'll be fine, really."

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer has nothing even close to a clue about what's going on. There was some sort of trial, which he'd been almost completely unable to follow (what was a jury?) and then... this, fighting, a riot. That he understood much more, but the sort of fighting going on couldn't confuse him more. All that a poet could do is duck and try to cover. But with thirteenth-century sensibilities, 'cover' has a very different definition.

It accounts for getting away from the main battle, but for some reason overlooks ricocheting bullets.

Geoffrey never saw what hit him, but he feels it, yelps like a wounded dog, high, short, loud, scared, as he falls. There's a certain irony to him being the casualty of a careless gunfire, and he'll marvel at it later, if he survives.

Now he lies crumpled against the wall he'd been hiding behind since the madness began. Breathing in sharp gasps between gritted teeth, he fights against shock. Tearing his kilt off one-handed, he presses it against his side, trying to slow the blood seeping out. "Jesus Christ son of the virgin Mary," that hurts.

He refuses to look at his writing arm, knows it's injured, can't bear thinking of it at the moment. Survival first. And survival is silence, hope, prayer, and staying awake when he'd really rather not be.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert had been rounding up bystanders and sending them off when he spotted the man slumped against the building, clutching his side. He knew all too well, from experience, what had happened. The man broke into a run, sprinting towards the downed figure. He skidded to a halt, kneeling next to him.

"Sweet Mother of God..." he muttered quietly, then looked at Chaucer before putting his hands on top of his, pressing down firmly to try and stop the bleeding. Shit. No medic here, no one he knew who could help. Except him, and his knowledge was rudimentary at best.

"It's going to be okay. Stay with me. What's your name?" He questioned, then glanced up and around at the surrounding area.

"MEDIC!"

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer first, by instinct, tried to shrink away from the approaching man. He'd been taken prisoner on the battlefield before, and did not relish repeating the experience. There wasn't anything he could precisely do, however, except wince and try not to whimper as the fellow tried to help him.

"Geoff-- Geoffrey Chaucer," he managed, barely, swallowing to try to keep his voice even, "writer." He tried to focus on breathing evenly, slowly as he could manage, and not on the pain. "Don't suppose... heard of me?"

Redfield Down

[letmelive]

Concern for the escalation of the fighting caused Claire to return to the front lines. Things had been dicey, but when rocks started getting seriously thrown around, Claire did what she could to assist in clearing people out, having to turn her back on the fighting in order to turn her attention to those that weren't listening to just being told they needed to back up.

Shots ringing out, however, caused her to spin back around after shooing a couple teenagers off. Despite her attempts to recognize that everyone was in danger here, part of her brain sent off alarms that Leon was smack dab in the middle of that. The second she paused though, she felt a sudden stabbing pain just above her navel and she reacted, jerking her hand up to cover the source of the pain, warm stickiness greeting her fingers.

Glancing down she registered the blood, before the pain took more out of her than she could handle and her legs buckled. She fell rather ungracefully to the ground, and curled up around her arm, one hand still pressed to the injury while the other grasped blindly above her, trying to find the strength to push herself back up. She didn't cry out, not beyond making a few pained grunts as she attempted to move, but it was fairly obvious what had just happened.

Re: Redfield Down

[craaazyisland]

Steve was just minding his own business when the scuffle broke out. So, the usual for him-- disasters going on left and right while he stood oblivious and nearly in the line of fire. He was ducking out of the way-- far away, planning to disappear from here until things had settled down, when out of the corner of his eye he saw someone crumpled in the street. He slowed his run for a few steps and when he saw who it was, well.

Saying he panicked was putting it lightly.

"Claire!" Steve was at her side in an instant, and his eyes flashed to the blood on her hands and the matching spot on her stomach and the street. It felt like his pulse was shooting through the roof and he felt lightheaded and sick, his hands hovering a few inches above her as he had no idea what to do with them.

"Oh my god, Claire, hang on! Don't die!" Then he lifted his head up to yell down the street. "HEY! Someone help! She's hurt! HEYYYYY!"

Re: Redfield Down

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Thankfully Jean had been able to get her stalker Tim to stop following her or she wouldn't have made it over to where Claire and Steve were.

Though the fact that Steve, the kid who had some deadly blood pathogen in him, was hovering over a very wounded Claire, did not make her any more pleased.

"Steve!" She snapped coming up to the two. "Step back!!" she ordered as she sank down to her knees and began checking Claire's vitals and then her wound. "Claire? Claire, I need you to stay away. Claire? Can you hear me?"

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[staturity]

Cassie felt a sharp pain spread through her chest. At the same moment the air was forced out of her lungs. When she drew in a breath there was nothing but sharp, stabbing pain. She doubled over, trying to keep on her feet. It wasn't working.

"Jonas." Her voice was a lot weaker than she expected it to be. She stretched out a hand to the ground to support her weight while she sank down. Another breath, more pain. "Kate." Another breath...

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[vision-ya.livejournal.com]

"[CASSIE!]"

Jonas instantly dropped what he was doing (which, fortunately, did not involve holding anything heavy off of someone else) and raced to her side, barreling through the fight to reach her side. He braced her shoulders and looked her over for injuries, flipping out of normal vision to better get an idea of what happened.

Bullet wound. Collapsed lung.

"[MEDIC!]"

Someone was going to suffer for this.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[staturity]

Cassie had always wondered what it was like to be shot. She'd tried to imagine what it would be like. It was worse.

"Is it bad?"

The Shame

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

Bella doesn't even really know what she's doing, she's honestly scared. Very angry too, but more at herself than anything else.

She has a shaky idea of what happened to her, a Fox Frenzy, and the idea itself is painful. It's raw cowardice to run away from a fight, and she's a Get of Fenris. An Ahroun. A warrior among Gaia's warriors.

But she's never been shot before, and her entire thought process is a scattered muzz of pain and fear and frustrated anger at herself.

Curling up in a ball and bleeding in the city was not going to help her, so she's come limping back to the scene of the fight for lack of any better idea's. The wolf is babying her right front leg, the muscles there connect to her shoulder where the two bullets are still buried and she can't put weight on it.

She stumps along in a straight line with no particular aim for a little bit before coming to a stop and half lying down, half crumpling onto the ground with a whimper.

Re: The Shame

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara had been going back and forth for the last hour. There had been more people injured than she had expected, and even though she wasn't helping all of them, she was still getting affected by all that she'd seen. All of it had been overwhelming, and Katara had to force herself not to break down at several times.

Like now, when she did another search for more injured, she came upon the wolf, who she knew had injured Obi Wan and was in turn injured by the cop who had been watching over the shot at pale man. She swallowed, but approached the injured wolf.

"You look like you need help," Katara said. "Would you mind me helping you?"

Re: The Shame

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

Bella growls into her foreleg, not opening her eyes.

"I hurt," she replies flatly. "Shoulder."

It's obvious from the bleeding, really.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for one observer of the strange infighting taking place, not all of the ricochets were harmless. A certain sentient skeleton took two rounds directly to his forehead, collapsing into the street. The rounds sent his helm flying, and the top half of his skull cracked and broke into several shards from the bullets. Separated from the rest of his body by the force of impact, the skull rolled across the ground and then was still.

Despite all this, however, the light in Khel's eyesockets (what was left of them) did not vanish completely, but the pinpoints did fade into twin glowing embers. The last thing that passed through Khel's mind before hitting the ground was how shockingly powerful two small pieces of metal were.

Re: Stage 2 - An Unfortunate Complication...

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara was still making her rounds. The day was pretty taxing, but Katara was simply chalking that up to the events of today. She was definitely not endeared to Sam for shooting with that gun, because it wound up critically injuring more than enough people. This was definitely nothing like what she wanted.

Like Khel. At first she thought it might have been a random skeleton, but when she saw the glowing embers she knewe immediately it was the skull warrior she'd met a few days ago. She started to gather the pieces, and then was careful to gather the pieces of shattered skull.

"Don't worry," she said. "We'll repair you as soon as we can."