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Lirath - Ground Battle
After dropping off some of the crew at Balisair, it was time for the crew to set course for Lirath. The situation greeting them wasn't the most promising.
The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a hundreds of different species, some humanoid, some not. Despite occasional class struggles, environmental issues, and speciesism blocking their way, the darker parts of Lirath's past were largely left behind, and an era of peace and tolerance had reigned for quite some time. The only problems they'd had recently were with a terrorist group whose cause for their actions had been a mystery, but they weren't tied to any particular species or social group and had been likened to a cult and had largely gone quiet in recent years.
Now the peace on the moon of Lirath had been shattered by the invasion of the Ohm.
The capital city had been destroyed. Now, all that was left of the peoples of Lirath was evacuating from one of its smaller cities, one known as Smyteval. A desert city, existing in a valley in between a rocky range of canyons and mountains, even though it was in the low ground, the natural channels of rock served as bottlenecks for any Ohm attacking from the ground.
GIA squadrons patrolled in space, locked in explosive warfare, protecting the Bleed-gate that had been activated to see the evacuated ships to the refugee world, and a shield created by massively-powerful shield generators extended around the city and up into the atmosphere, creating a shielded tunnel so ships could escape.
Word had come that there was a vital weapon to be deployed on Lirath, one that needed to be destroyed, hence why the Transmigration 9 had been called in. Given the diverse crew, and the ships that were in its hangar, there was at least someone or something on board that could blow the weapon up if it did show.
There was no sign of it yet. Right now, there was just chaos, streams of evacuees boarding ships, armies of Ohm engaged with GIA soldiers outside the shields, and forcefields that everyone hoped would hold out just a little bit longer.
The crew would be following Leon's orders but finding themselves fighting side-by-side with GIA platoons, full of various species that were currently all getting their asses kicked severely.
[ooc: STAGE 1 is now open!Please do not tage STAGE 2 until it's announced as open as well.]
[ooc: STAGE 2 is now open!]
The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a hundreds of different species, some humanoid, some not. Despite occasional class struggles, environmental issues, and speciesism blocking their way, the darker parts of Lirath's past were largely left behind, and an era of peace and tolerance had reigned for quite some time. The only problems they'd had recently were with a terrorist group whose cause for their actions had been a mystery, but they weren't tied to any particular species or social group and had been likened to a cult and had largely gone quiet in recent years.
Now the peace on the moon of Lirath had been shattered by the invasion of the Ohm.
The capital city had been destroyed. Now, all that was left of the peoples of Lirath was evacuating from one of its smaller cities, one known as Smyteval. A desert city, existing in a valley in between a rocky range of canyons and mountains, even though it was in the low ground, the natural channels of rock served as bottlenecks for any Ohm attacking from the ground.
GIA squadrons patrolled in space, locked in explosive warfare, protecting the Bleed-gate that had been activated to see the evacuated ships to the refugee world, and a shield created by massively-powerful shield generators extended around the city and up into the atmosphere, creating a shielded tunnel so ships could escape.
Word had come that there was a vital weapon to be deployed on Lirath, one that needed to be destroyed, hence why the Transmigration 9 had been called in. Given the diverse crew, and the ships that were in its hangar, there was at least someone or something on board that could blow the weapon up if it did show.
There was no sign of it yet. Right now, there was just chaos, streams of evacuees boarding ships, armies of Ohm engaged with GIA soldiers outside the shields, and forcefields that everyone hoped would hold out just a little bit longer.
The crew would be following Leon's orders but finding themselves fighting side-by-side with GIA platoons, full of various species that were currently all getting their asses kicked severely.
[ooc: STAGE 1 is now open!
[ooc: STAGE 2 is now open!]
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For now, Morgan was doing what he could to save lives, and he was doing that through a priority system he found sincerely grim. Noncombatants and civilians received just enough treatment to keep them from collapsing, a quick bolstering of their life force to heal the worst of their wounds. All the pain and suffering he couldn't do much about, he left behind with a dark expression on his face.
He'd be back to help them if time allowed, he promised.
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Yes, it didn't sit well on the surface to deny people care, and every one of those black markers hurt, but it was more unfair to lose four people while trying to save one that has a poor chance. Soon, he came across Morgan's path. He wasn't altogether familiar with the boy, but he did good work. While his eyes and most of his focus were in the process of checking the vitals of an unconscious newcomer, he decided to check on him. "How're you holding up?"
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He turned to the next person, issuing orders to some of the GIA's nurses to send some of the Yellow and Green-labelled patients to their respective waiting areas.
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"All three of these girls need medical attention immediately," Signum says in an officer's voice, indicating Mami, Sayaka, and Homura while simultaneously realizing she only remembered one of their names.
Signum ignores her own scratches, bruises, and acid-deteriorated armor as she immediately turns to go. She has to get back to her original team.
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To many people, she would be a hopeless cause. She's long dead, right? So why is Sayaka still so concerned?
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But she's distinctly alive. Her chest swells, her eyelids flutter and she even makes a sound of pain once in a while. They're amazing things, those soul gems.
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All right, fine.
"Don't move them. I'll handle it, I promise."
He shut his eyes and fell into a meditative trance almost instantly. Here, on the planet, where there was an actual flow of time, he could simply outrun it.
Morgan opened his eyes and moved into action faster than a normal human being ought to. First things first: he reached for Mami and Homura with one hand each. "I'm going to dull the pain," he said -- sounding vaguely like a Chipmunk, voice high and sped up, though he tried to slow it down enough to be comprehensible. "Don't move." Seeking out a particular spot right at the base of their skulls, he hooked his fingers to the back of their heads, then jammed his thumbs into that pressure point hard. It didn't hurt, though -- nor did much else, after that, as he jammed the particular flow of chi through their bodies associated with the feeling.
Damn, he knew he ought to just triage them black and work on saving who he could, but.... he couldn't leave the girls to die like this. Not when he could still sense the life within them (however THAT was possible, Morgan had no intention of questioning). He just couldn't. If that made him a bad medic, so be it.
Still blindingly quick, he grabbed two cases from his belt, one on each side, then snapped them open with quick motions of his wrist. From each, a shower of needles spun skyward -- but at normal speeds. His own magically-enhanced velocity was more than a match for that. Like capturing flies with chopsticks. His hands darted out, snapping up a needle to poke it into the girls' flesh with pinpoint accuracy, again and again, till the pair of them resembled nothing so much as pincushions.
Eyes shut, entirely by feel, he knelt between them, one hand over each of them, tapping, touching, twisting, and manipulating the acupuncture needles with feather-light dexterity. Viewed from the outside, each motion seemed to have a pattern, water flowing or fire burning; felt from the inside, it was strength and vitality coming back -- quickly, though to Morgan's sped-up perceptions the process was horribly, terribly slow. He kept at it, though, guiding their chi with his, urging it back up to vital strength.
Then came the tricky part.
He paused for just a fraction of a second, just before the healing reached a level where their injuries would cascade it back down into failure. Then, with razor-sharp precision, he seized the support beam transfixing Homura and yanked it out swiftly along the precise path it entered. He tossed it aside recklessly, then pressed his hands down on the worst of both the girls' wounds. Raw willpower and belief fueled the fire that in turn fueled his own efforts; his chi ruthlessly bridged the gap between him and them, and in that moment dissolved all boundaries between them.
As if crushing diamonds, or perhaps simply trying to squeeze reality till it bled, he forced his open hands into fists. As above, so below; as the fingers closed, so did those wounds.
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And then the memory slammed into her: the mind-numbing pain, seeing those horrible, blood-coated claws protruding from her chest, thinking no I can't I don't want to die not again I don't want to leave them again--
She tried to bolt up, but the lingering pain stopped her, and she hissed, clutching at her bloodied shirt.
"W... What... how am I..."
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Laying there with the needles still stuck inside she murmurs her gratitude: "Thank you."
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He lifted his hands off their chest and stomach, respectively, letting his fingers play slowly across the needles still in them. One last effort to revitalize and restore them, though it was far from a complete process. The wounds on their bodies were sealed with clots, not skin; they still needed proper stitching. He couldn't help that with his magic, not quickly enough, not now.
It wasn't exhaustion that gripped him, nor weakness; it was the sheer adrenaline punch, mixed with the deep-seated terror of failing them that he hadn't dared let himself feel. Emotional shock, if anything.
"We need to seal those wounds properly," he told them, voice rough but as calm as he could manage as he began gently withdrawing the needles from their skin. He touched each one before he did, making just enough of an adjustment to bring vitality and strength in small doses, rather than pain from the withdrawal. "I'll get you both onto beds... soon as I get these taken care of. You too," he added, looking at Sayaka with a weak smile. "I wouldn't recommend more fighting for any of you, but you should pull through just fine."
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In fact, that acid that had burned the massive hole in her hand had already stopped... well, eating more of her hand. Any moment the skin there should start rebuilding itself and sealing it back up.
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"... What happened? How am I still alive?"
It was easy to forget just how little Mami knew about Puella Magi. Best to handle this delicately, as Homura is sure to know.
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Then, Mami speaks.
Yeah. Homura hadn't forgotten about that. It hadn't been the first thing to come to mind, but she was waiting for it when it came.
And now... it came. She doesn't wince, her expression neutral and level. But she wants to. She wants to keep the truth from reaching Mami's ears for as long as possible, but it's quickly becoming apparent it's not going to be possible to do that for much longer.
So, she says partly in desire to avoid this and partly because it's simply not practical to do it here: "I will explain that to you later. When this calms down."
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"Well. That seems a little unfair." Not that he was really complaining, but how did she have regeneration, anyway?
"Does that go for all of you, then?" he said, looking back at his two patients. It would explain how they weren't both dead yet, anyway...
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She turned to Homura. "Can all of us heal fast, or is it just me? I mean, I know I recover faster than most of us, but do you have to wait for it to heal like a normal human without magic?"
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He reached for the cases he'd tossed aside, brushing them out so he could begin setting his needles back in. A quick, mindless little task to soothe his jangled nerves.
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She was still a bit exhausted though, so she was probably going to have to wait a bit to recover. "You two are definitely okay, right?"
I'm so sorry I failed, guys! Got kidnapped by surprise con
He had flashed across the tent to catch the girder, and looked at the broken ends of it.
He approached the group, with what he hoped was an encouraging smile, and didn't show that he was as tired as he was. "That was truly impressive, Morgan." He patted the young man on the shoulder. "Ladies, I'll have to ask you to wait here, and I'll have someone come around to check you out later. No one is going back out there until that happens."