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|| Medical personnel, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

The shuttle from 'Eden' returns to Stacy, carrying the rescue crew and the original crew members that went down to answer the first distress signal. The returning people are bloodied, battered, some grievously injured. Maxine, Diana and Clef are dehydrated and haven't eaten in days. Karis is missing her entire lower half.

But at least she's better off than the corpse and the wand hastily wrapped in sheets and clothing and lying in the back of the return shuttle. Howard Bassem and Cedric Diggory, one laid cold and still by death and the other not even in enough pieces to be scraped up and taken back, never made it home alive. The official causes of death will be respiratory failure and spontaneous combustion, respectively, as if to to provide a clinical, accurate excuse in lieu of questioning a ship that sends children on dangerous missions.

Stacy quickly determines that she is the most qualified to deal with Karis' case and whisks her away to a secluded section of the Medical Bay. The rest of the survivors and the tragedy are left for the crew to deal with.

[OOC: Bendytimed to right before the tournament plot.]

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[OOC: Anyone can tag here reacting or greeting the survivors. Crew members who went on the mission and medical personnel are encouraged to tag here.]

Stacy doesn't bother to sedate Karis, instead working on cleaning up the wound and trying to figure out what she can do for the damage. There doesn't appear to be much. Even with Karis' one leg brought back, it's so damaged it would never be viable again, and the break along Karis' pelvis is more than Stacy is equipped to fix.

Her tentacles mostly work on removing debris from the injury.

She had been busy, so busy that she had only recently heard that there was a mission, and hadn't really known how badly it gone until she got the alert that medical personnel was needed. She ran over, hopeful that the injuries were repairable, that the medical doctor wasn't going to be too much of a snob today, and that she'd get to work in peace.

There was a tightness in her chest though. What was this feeling? She hoped nothing too bad had happened, like the time Paco lost an arm.

Medical Personnel? That's Carson's queue. At the announcement, Dr. Beckett is present to greet the people off the shuttle, a med-kit in his hand and his Life-Signs detector in the other.

He's watching, horrified, at all of this.

Diana walked around, pulling the drip filled with liquids to combat her dehydration around with her. It itched slightly at the entry point but she knew better than mess with it.

She felt tired and weak but she didn’t want to look it. She didn’t want to look all pathetic curled up in a corner and recovering. So she paced. Not up and down the same path constantly like some loon losing his grip, just around, avoiding conversation.

It was while doing this she almost knocked into Kaya. “Sorry.” She responds automatically.

Goliath returned from the mission scratched and bruised, bloodied with gore from the battle, but without any life-threatening injuries. There was no reason for him to take up the attention of healers when his injuries would heal when he slept in about an hour's time.

He had completed his task of returning the body of the child he had known, but not well enough to speak of to his loved ones, to the ship. He'd done what he could to try to save at least one of Karis' limbs, a task which it seemed he had carried out in vain. There was no task left to him, except perhaps to carry those who could not carry themselves to the medical wing.

There was a certain weariness that followed returning the bodies of children slain at war to their loved ones, and as he stood off to the side, waiting to see if he was still needed, he cast his gaze sadly to the floor, wanting nothing so much just then as he wanted a shower.

Kaya started, then shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, I'm here to help anyway. You look like you could use some rest but I'm guessing you know that. Want anything to make it better?"

She was fretting at this point, because something was making her feel nervous. What was it? She had to go and treat people, now.

"Was it that bad, over there?"

"You're a medic?" Diana stood so she could turn and face Kaya. It took alot of determination not to just lean against her IV pole for support. "Have any food? Or how about booster shots? There was some nasty infection down there."

She gave a tired smile to offset the real mood. "Has Stacy not told you yet?"

Clef didn't look up as he exited the shuttle. He moved slowly, shoulders slumped, head down, towards nowhere in particular. To say that he was depressed and fatigued would be giving him far too much credit; right now, he felt nothing. No desire for the basic necessities of hydration, nourishment, or cleanliness that he lacked, no simple curiosity about who was around to greet the survivors. There was only a dull, nameless sensation - it didn't even quite qualify as an emotion - that seemed to wilt him from within. Like a flower, almost, but more terrible.

"Yes, although I'm more healer than medic, I still know the ins and outs."

She already had her bag in hand, loading a needle up for a shot. "Stacy just told us we had to take care of you guys. What happened, were you fighting some epidemics or something like that?"

Diana Ladris sits on of the chairs, waiting for a medic to see her. She wants to leave as soon as possible. If there’s a de-briefing, she’s not staying for it. She just wants to be checked over, made well again, then she can lock this all away in the part of her mind where she keeps the rest of her dark thoughts, memories and secrets.

She looks unwell. There’s little other words for it. It’s still Diana, her hair is still long and dark (albeit unwashed and tangled)and the delicate bones structure of her face remains, but her cheeks sunken in, her eyes are bloodshot with dark bags and under her dry, cracked lips her gums have begun to flare up. She herself knows this is nothing compared to how she looked several months ago, but she seems sickly and at the back of her mind she knows this is her body beginning to panic at the hint of another stream of months of dehydration and starvation.

She suddenly comes to the realization that she’s dithering and actively tries to stop herself. She looks so weak, and she hates it. Back in FAYZ, she hadn’t cared. Everyone looked like this. Now, it singled her out in a way she did not like, she was one of the survivors, she knew what had happened and now people could tell that just from looking at her. Diana did not like them knowing about her.

More than anything, Diana wanted someone to look her over and make sure she’d not picked up anything she hoped that they had some kind of antibiotic or shot to ensure she’d not picked up whatever had killed Howard from the inside. Like her, Howard had been a survivor too but now- She forced the thoughts back into her mind vault and slammed the door shut. There was no Howard anymore. Just another body. She focused on herself instead, not a hard task. It was just her now. Her and Orc.

Oh great. Was she going to have to tell Orc?

So much for her first mission.

Edited 2012-04-18 23:34 (UTC)

Diana obediently held out her arm. It was one of the few time she was compliant, when she was being attend to by a medic. "Some bright spark had the idea that since they didn't want the town to be there anymore they were going to put superpowered monsters in it to kill everyone." She scowled. "Of course, we didn't know this until we crashed and found no water or food or people. Just lots of monsters, bodies, wrecked homes and lovely infections."

"I don't know the details about the whole monster thing. We were more concerned about getting out alive." Her gaze darkened. "Not that all of us did."

"Another one of these pointless missions," Kaya said, shaking her head. "No wonder Ronnae is freaking out all the time when Billy gets sent to these types of places. Why would they even send you there, to get killed? I thought Stacy wanted us ali..."

She trailed off. "What do you mean not all of you survived? Did we lose some of our own?"

"Thanks, big guy," Karis is eerily subdued now that they're back on the ship. She's propped in a seat, waiting for the medics to take her to the medical bay. Not that they can do a whole lot for her, anyway.

"...you tried. And you gave those sons-of-bitches hell."

Karis stares at the ceiling of the medical bay, letting Stacy work. She doesn't have anything to say. No ranting or raving at her. No curses. For once she's just feeling numb and disgusted and hideously empty. She lost someone. Again. Just like everything else that seemed good in her (un)life, it gets taken away. So there you are. Maybe that's what's supposed to happen to her. Maybe she's supposed to be like this. She laughs and shakes her head. It sounds forced.

"Maybe I can be the ship mascot. Karis the Legless Zombie. I can sit in the obs deck and chuck shit at the newbies."

Diana nods. "Two." She notices she is subconsciously rubbing her arm where her drip goes in as she thinks about it, she forces herself to stop by putting her hand in her pocket.

"That Cedric guy and Howard." It's strange, having to name them, already the words seem unfamiliar on her tongue. "Cedric went as we were getting picked up, blew up himself and the monsters during the scramble. But before all that Howard was hurt badly and then got sick. Very sick." She left that to hang in the air.

|| If you desire, I could attach wheels to your base. || It's hard to tell is Stacy's joking or not.

|| But sadly, I cannot give you back your motility while keeping you in this body. ||

"Yeah, well, what else is new? Maybe I can try drinking myself to death again," Karis spits at the ceiling. To Hell with this place. To Hell with all of it. She hates it, she hates everything, she hates the living. She hates that Howard is dead.

There's a lot that she hates.

"So, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Two." That hung in the air. Two more people, not podded, taken from them. No wonder her stomach had felt so full of butterflies. How did this happen, that they kept losing...

Her brain focused on the names, and Kaya went white, her eyes widening. Howard. Cedric. Cedric. Howard. Howard, who she saw not soon after the Daligig were stopped punishing them. Cedric, who she just played Quidditch with and laughed with.

She choked, putting the med kit down a moment. She felt sick. The world was spinning, the ship was still going on without a care in the world as if nothing had changed. The boy with the yellow and black gone. The guy who just wanted to be out of this war was out, for good.

Kaya held onto the floor a moment. Focus. Just focus. Treat the patient. That was what she had to do. That was all she could do, and then treat more. They saw them go. They were suffering too.

"Howard was hurt?" She said, barely audible. "What happened to him?"

|| If you are suicidal, I have access to compounds that work as antidepressants. But that would require you to be in a body with a working bloodflow, and currently, you are not. ||

Not 'you can't be'. Stacy just doesn't see the point yet.

|| I suppose the answer is up to you. ||

Treat the patients. They were tired, hurt, mentally fatigued. They needed to be taken care of. It is your job. Do not falter now. Treat the patients.

She swallowed. It was like she was removed out of time, or like something had exploded so hard she went deaf. She just felt separate, and that feeling gnawed at her. But she knew better than to allow this to hurt what she had to do.

So she came upon Clef, steeling her eyes as best as she could.

"Medical. What do you need help with?"

"Of course I'm not! Have you seen me?" If Karis had something to throw and a target, she'd be throwing it right now. Her anger flares (as much as she feels any emotion, anyway).

"The Hell are you taunting me for? I know, I know, I'm dead and I'm always gonna be - well, laugh all you want. Stupid damn ship, thinks it's so smart..."

|| I am not taunting you. I am merely reminding you of your options. ||

Does Stacy sound like she's laughing, Karis?

What Stacy is saying hits her like a brick wall and for a long moment she keeps staring up at the ceiling, watching it pulse ever so slightly, listening to the white noise of the ship. This has to be a trick. There's no way this ship could be offering-

"You can do that?"

"And you as well."

There was a certain admiration in Goliath's address.

"You were valiant to defend the child's body." He paused before asking, "Were you close?"

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