trans_9 | A Slight Misunderstanding

When they blast down the door to the Medical Wing--and they'll have to, to get in--the group of newly podpopped crew-mates will bear witness to an interesting sight. Several individuals are strapped to med-beds, restrained by insect-looking legs pinning them down. One of those individuals has a cape and domino mask that may be familiar to one of the new crew-members--even if he's older than that crew member last remembers. Medical scans and monitors blip away. There are test tubes and other medical equipment around, including a flask with some sort of nasty gray slug curled at the bottom.

A few individuals are standing around, standing guard, including a girl with a bow and arrows. In the back of the Medical Wing is a woman with a scared-looking little girl.

Sitting on a stool, leaning over a shaggy-haired young man (who appears to have suffered a horrible head wound), is that green-skinned, blonde-haired individual shown by the AIs earlier. Some freaky looking goggles are over his eyes, and a strange and sinister-looking surgical glove, attached to an apparatus on the ceiling and full of rotating micro-lasers and mini-scalpels among other things, is on his hand.

It is, unfortunately, not an image that lends itself to easy interpretation.

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"Well," Sawyer commented, looking rather proud of himself as he sauntered--yes, he was sauntering in the middle of a brawl, got a problem with that?--through the mess. "So much fer all that huffin' 'n puffin' about a plan."

Making his way through the cluster#&%# of people, he walked over to one of the occupied beds and hoisted his butt onto one. (Hello, Connor!)

Glancing down at the occupant with a grin on his face, Sawyer inhaled his cigarette (his third since being awakened from podsleep--hey! this crap was stressful!) and looked down at Connor McManus.

"Lemme guess," Sawyer said sarcastically. "Ya taped the geek's buns together so they sent ya to detention?"

Ron caught the paw. "Bad dog. You do not growl at me. Now sit, stay, and calm down."

Connor's a little busy thrashing in the bindings, but he spares a glare for the newcomer who has cigarettes this is not fair.

"Look, ye #%#@$&*, #@%&ing get me the #@%& offa this #@%&ing thing!"

Sawyer arched an eyebrow at his violently convulsive, verbally-challenged 'bed mate.' And, for a moment, he appeared to be seriously considering letting him go.

"What's the magic word?"

"#@%& ye!"

Connor's yeerk, apparently, is not in a good mood.

For once, instead of just shredding the human in front of her-which is what one would expect with a haired up Ahroun in warform-One-Leaf-Ear just stares.

Between finding herself coming out a pod, meeting humans who can understand her perfectly even in lupus form, being trapped on some ship-thing, and finally being faced by a human that the Delirium apparently has no effect on whatsoever, she's just a little too overwhelmed to even attack at the moment. She's busy just trying to make sense of it all.

"Woo! That's quite a mouth ya got there, son," Sawyer replies, taking another drag. He leans down over Connor until his face is just a few inches away from that of the restrained man and he blows smoke into Connor's face. "#*&@ you, too."

Connor growled and jerked at the ties. "Look, mate, these psychos've chained us up fer hours- look at us! Murph's leg, 'm all scratched up, fer #@%&'s sake, Sam's head! I'm gettin' a little short-tempered, 'ere!"

River is about done with all this shouting and flailing about. But since no one's tearing into each other at this very moment, at least it's not looking as if it will be necessary to shoot anyone. At the moment.

She stalks forward, shooting a half-hearted glare at Sawyer. "You," she says, "can stop that now, or I will knock you out. This blaster has a concussion pistol setting." She swings away from him and back to the rest of them. "Someone in the room must have medical training, and if so, can they see to the injured parties while the rest of us refrain from beating them? And as for you..."

Here, she turns to the woman who'd claimed to be a psychic earlier. "I don't know how strong a psychic you are, but if you could, would you mind telling us exactly what's going on here?"

Dean is full on freaking out, in his typical Winchester way. Sam has a hole in his head, and nobody is paying attention. So first, Dean tries shaking Sam, gently of course, muttering to himself. But Sam doesn't wake up, so Dean gets a bit rougher. He knows it's probably not a good idea, but he's not thinking straight.

"Dammit, Sam, wake up. Sam. Sam!" Dean says angrily, "Sammy, wake up."

He looks back, and that girl from earlier, River, is talking. When she goes quiet, Dean takes advantage of the silence.

"Somebody help. Someone fix him!" Dean says loudly, and he's thisclose to pulling out his gun and threatening people into fixing Sam, because he sure as hell doesn't know how to treat head wounds.

Sawyer glares at the bossy British chick.

"Ya know my country fought a war just so we didn't have to listen to you anymore," he grumbled defiantly.

He then looked down at Connor and patted him on the leg. "Sorry, bucko, guess ya get to sit tight for now."

~~Yeah, he is soooo defiant!~~

Murphy had been mostly lying quietly, glaring and watching everything, but the moment Sawyer laid hand on Connor, he spoke up at a shout. "Oi, #*&@%head! Don't ye %&*#ing touch my #%&$in' brother! Either help us or #%@* off!"

Boy, everything's a mess right. Those inside the Infirmary have some talking to do to each other (if they can stop freaking and punching long enough).

And those right outside the busted down meat-hatch of the infirmary have a three-way fight--with the complication of pacifists trying to stop the fight--on their hands.

((ooc: Fight split! To make threading more manageable)).

A Slight Misunderstanding

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Fight split!