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Entry tags:
- !location: the hangar,
- !plot: trojan horse,
- !status: open,
- allelujah haptism,
- allenby beardsley,
- billy cranston,
- chases-parked-cars,
- eva,
- faiza hussain,
- feldt grace,
- hikari yagami,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kaya,
- lash,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lockon stratos,
- lord zedd,
- sakura haruno,
- setsuna f. seiei,
- tieria erde,
- trudy chacon,
- yzak jule
All Hail the Conquering Heroes! [OPEN]
((Takes place several hours after the conclusion of this))
They survived. More than that, it seemed as if they actually won; the Ohm had successfully been driven away from their location. The fight hadn't been easy, which one could easily tell just by looking at the Quarter as it docked in back in Stacy's Hangar.
It had a number of dents, dings, and scorch marks where the Ohm had made their presence felt. Thankfully, there was no obvious serious damage. Still, though every crew member who went out was coming back, one had to wonder about their condition, particularly since they sent ahead a request for medics to be on standby.
But now that the ship was fully docked, and the main hatch opened, it was time to find out.
They survived. More than that, it seemed as if they actually won; the Ohm had successfully been driven away from their location. The fight hadn't been easy, which one could easily tell just by looking at the Quarter as it docked in back in Stacy's Hangar.
It had a number of dents, dings, and scorch marks where the Ohm had made their presence felt. Thankfully, there was no obvious serious damage. Still, though every crew member who went out was coming back, one had to wonder about their condition, particularly since they sent ahead a request for medics to be on standby.
But now that the ship was fully docked, and the main hatch opened, it was time to find out.
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Her hands took on a green cast as she pooled her healing chakra into them. She didn't intend to ask for permission to invade personal space, not when it's her job -- she needs to be in almost contact with people in order to heal the way she does.
And it's quicker to get her own reading on injuries by sending her chakra into someone; faster response in starting to fix whatever she'd encounter. When she's close enough, it's exactly what she'd do.
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Well, no, some minor things had changed. Instead of tanks and other mobile suits, this time it was a batch of mindless automatons shooting at them. This time he was dragging someone else along, Saji Crossroad, the guy who used to live in the apartment next to his in Japan. Setsuna didn't even know what the guy was even doing here. How did he get mixed up with Katheron?
He didn't have much time to ponder that question as another automaton was rapidly gaining on them. He dived through a door--
--and reached out, grabbing Sakura's wrist, and simultaneously shoving himself away from Tieria. For a moment, there was a look of wild confusion in his eyes, like he was surprised to find himself where he was. That look faded quickly, though he kept his grip on Sakura's wrist.
"Haruno... Sakura..." He didn't say it in a questioning tone, but the way his eyes narrowed, there was a sense that, even through the pain, he was silently demanding that she explain herself. Now.
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"—Setsuna!"
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Back home, she wouldn't have phrased it as a request. Even now, she barely did.
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"I'm not going to the Medical Bay." Nevermind the fact that he could barely stand up as it was. "There's no need." And to hell he actually trusted this ship.
He didn't let go of her wrist, but he relaxed his grip. Enough to let her do... whatever she was trying to do, but he was still clearly wary of the whole situation.
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"I can't allow you to pilot Exia either."
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It was enough for her to frown, starting to work on stopping and healing the source of the worst of his internal bleeding. Men could be ridiculous, but there was stubborn, and there was downright stupid. "It's not up for discussion. Any effective fighter knows that taking care of the body is part of their responsibility to themselves and their team. You're suffering massive internal bleeding. You need bed rest. Medical Bay is equipped to deal with both of these conditions."
He might have hold of her wrist, but by now she returned the favor, taking hold of his wrist with her hand. Green still glowed softly as she concentrated on the more difficult task of directing her healing without directing it all like some displaced maestro of an unheard orchestra. Stubborn fighters refusing to do what was best for their health was a universally consistent reality to her by now.
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"I can rest and recover in my quarters. You can treat me there." The self-destructive threat of 'or not at all' remained unsaid. Not out of consideration for anyone, but more because he was losing focus again. His balance became a little more unsure, and he had a rather faraway look in his eyes and...
...and he watched Lockon closely as the older man worked through his anger. All this time, they had grown so close... and Setsuna had been a member of the group that was responsible for the death of Lockon's family. Hell, he knew the kid who was the suicide bomber. Though neither he nor Lockon knew about that connection until a few minutes ago.
Celestial Being. So secret, even their members hardly knew anything about each other's history.
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Though Setsuna's inflexibility was (Unsurprisingly, Tieria muses) steadfastly proving to be an even larger roadblock.
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Shoving her suppositions to the side, she frowned. Stubborn people didn't change no matter the world or background, if it wasn't any more endearing to deal with here than back home.
"If you can make it there without incident, then I'll treat you in your quarters." Not defining incident. Not expecting that with his current difficulty in balance and focus that he'd be able to keep it together long enough to get to his quarters.
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"Setsuna, I want to shoot you so very badly right now. Let me avenge my family; let me settle the score."
Setsuna didn't beg, plead, or offer any kind of explanation right then. He simply stood still, looking Lockon in the eye as he squeezed the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot was loud enough to snap him out of that particular waking dream, but also transition him into another. Somewhere in between he heard Sakura, but her voice almost registered as background noise.
"...still alive," he muttered absently in response to her.
"I'm still alive!" he shouted at the darkened cockpit of his Gundam. His system had been forced offline mid-battle by Veda, their supercomputer seemingly choosing to sacrifice them to their enemies, the UN forces. But to hell if Setsuna was going to just roll over and take it.
"Move, Exia!" He grabbed the controls, frantically moving them back and forth, trying his best to get some kind of response out of his suit. "Come on, Gundam--"
"Move!" He shoved his arm forward, but instead of pushing Exia's control stick, he found himself shoving Sakura. He used significantly more force than someone of his size and with his injuries should have been able to, his eyes glowing brightly as he did. That glow faded as he came back down to reality, and he could only stand there, surprised, confused, and embarrassed by his outburst.
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Just what had the Ohm done to him?
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What was he seeing? The disconnect (not to mention the glow) was obvious. What kind of head trauma had he experienced? What kind of potential mental damage, if nothing that direct?
"Welcome back," she said, moving on to, "Let's get moving." She didn't feel he'd make it back to his quarters, nor would she allow him to stay there for recovery after this most recent outburst. If there was more going on, if he wasn't distinguishing reality from whatever was going on in his head, he would be a danger to himself and those around him. A danger to his own recovery.
She offered herself as support -- more-so, without asking. The others from Medical would continue to handle the cases here in the interim. She'd do what she could to "handle" Setsuna, and his comrades, in the meantime.
His internal injuries, the ones she'd started healing, were only the start. Ones of the mind? Those were a whole different story.
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So, he'd walk on his own, but didn't argue about letting them accompany him. He exited the hangar by his own two feet, at least, though he wouldn't make it too much further than that. Since one moment he was walking down one of Stacy's halls, and the next--
He was trudging through what had to be an endless expanse of desert. The AR-74 he was carrying didn't make this trek any easier. Twelve years old now, he had recently left Krugis behind, the only survivor to walk out of that battle. Aside from his knives and that gun, all he took with him was what little food and supplies he could find.
It was hard to see anything in front of him, the late hour and the light sandstorm making seeing more than a few feet in front of him nearly impossible. However, something small, off on the distance did catch his eye and he headed towards it.
As he got closer, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The object was... a flower. A small, golden flower, out here in the desert. He dropped his gun as he approached it, and took the goggles off of his eyes to get a better look. And, yeah, it was a flower.
It was stupid, but he developed a sudden kinship with it. After all, it was the first living thing he had come across since that last battle. It gave him an odd sense of peace to know that he wasn't the only thing alive out there.
But that peace wasn't to last. The wind was still strong, and the constant gusts had taken their toll. First the petals of the flowers went, ripped off by the wind, then the stem followed. He watched them be carried off by the breeze and he couldn't help but wonder, was going to be his fate? To die out here like that?
If he could still cry, he probably would've. Instead, he turned his head towards the east, the light from the sunrise catching his attention. He still had a future ahead of him, even if he didn't know what it was. But, strangely, instead of the sky getting brighter as the sun rose, the edges of his vision got darker.
He stumbled the next few steps he took, finally collapsing to his knees. He struggled to retain what little consciousness he had, but the injuries had taken their toll. He fought it the whole way, but he still collapsed the ground, falling unconscious.