Event: Bihl Eh Deen Memorial (Nar Shadaa)
Characters: Open
Location: Bihl Eh Deen Memorial Hospital
Planet: Nar Shadaa
When: Week 24, shortly after the distress signal
What: The Revanites respond to a distress call sent by Republic forces
Rating: TBA
( something wicked )
Location: Bihl Eh Deen Memorial Hospital
Planet: Nar Shadaa
When: Week 24, shortly after the distress signal
What: The Revanites respond to a distress call sent by Republic forces
Rating: TBA
( something wicked )
[And he turns on the recording feature, striding away and down the isles of waiting seats as he talks. He can't keep still. Something in his bones needs him to keep moving, so he paces, trying to put his finger on what is bothering him.] ...should coordinate, if anything else has been fou--
[That is when the bombs go off. From inside the hospital. Garrus's thought is cut rudely short as a white-hot blast catches him in the back, and the datapad goes flying from his hand. The force propels him forward, and hardened battle instincts make him take the fall in a roll, ducking into cover as the worst blows past.
Or what would have been cover, if that wall hadn't decided to break apart and collapse on him too.]
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Her hearing returns in a flash, and she wishes it hadn't, because all she can hear are rough screams and fire and the cracking of the building as pieces of it fall on their heads, smashing to the floor.
Her sight returns next, just in time to see a piece of the ceiling to fall. It's pure adrenaline that gets her moving, rolling out of the way despite the pain. And then she sees-] GARRUS!
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After the spots and static haze clear from her vision she blinks around, everything looking entirely too white, like an over-exposed photo, and she wonders when she laid down to take a nap and when the Kool-Aid guy busted through and left a mess of rubble of the wall next to her.
Slowly, the audio filters in - at first nothing but muffled screams and the sounds of destruction, concrete falling, fires roaring to life. She shakes her head and tries to push herself up but, oh, that is not happening with a dislocated shoulder and why's there so much red in her vision now? Probably because of the huge gash she's got on her head from her impromptu make out session with the concrete wall a few moments ago. That's a concussion right there, kiddies. ]
F-Fuck me running... Goddammit... [ She attempts to pull her legs up close when she realizes one is snagged on something. She looks. Oh. That would be the motherfucking rebar through her right thigh. There is a colorful, slurred marathon of swearing that goes on for a moment before she screams over the chaotic noise: ] MEEEDIIIC!
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And he's out for the count.That count being a bit longer than the others as his body just lays there looking positively, charmingly corpselike. Eventually he does start to move, carefully and slowly, whatever the hell color drell blood is running down his side and temple.
He looks around first, like he's not entirely sure where he is but not all that concerned about it, as if this were a normal thing. He categorizes his injuries as he stands- bruising, possibly a few fractures or breaks, his side- but nothing life threatening. His head sure does hurt though, and the room sure is spinning!
Jack catches his attention first and he hurries over, limping slightly as he kneels beside her.] Do not move.
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With a groan, he tries to roll over, finding only after the third attempt that something rather large and heavy is lying against his armor, pinning him to the floor. Reflexively he curls his toes, his fingers, testing each appendage one at a time and finding to his shock that he's still all in one piece. Thank the Spirits for armor.
That ringing in his head is becoming something more like thunder, and slowly, coherent sound begins to filter through, low and muted and slow. Shouting, the crackling of fire and tumbling debris, screaming, a child crying somewhere nearby.
He opens his eyes.
Everything is a mess, the guts of the former hospital churned out and laid bare before him. A few survivors linger here and there, shocked and dirty and silent, but there is a vast majority of unmoving bodies burned and buried along the blast route. Emergency lighting flickers and fails, everything cast in shadows and angry red glows from growing fires.
For a moment he's back on Omega, having rushed back to his homebase only to find everything in tatters. Hastily erected walls for cover. Debris left from bullets and missile attacks. His team dead-- or dying.
He swallows against the dry ash in his throat and forces himself back to the present. He can't help them now. But these people-- those hurt, here and now-- these he can still reach. Garrus settles his hands against the ground, pushing down with a new, furious determination; he manages to get his toes and knees up against the cracked cement and with a final push--ignoring sudden bursts of white-hot pain in favor of grim single mindedness-- he slides out from under the heavy piece of ceiling. It slams with a bang to the floor, and Garrus stands, ignoring an acute agony in his left knee and ankle. Gingerly, he shifts his weight to his right leg instead. He's probably got more bruises than he can count, and something hot and wet is trailing down the left side of his face, but none of that matters right now.
What matters is limping over to the others and-- Oh, Spirits, that did not look good. But they are, at least, still alive, a fact that relieves him more than he can say. Thane is moving, looking worse for the wear, but moving. Shepard is staring at him worriedly, and his eyes drink her in for a moment, making sure she's still there and not just a ghost, before he turns his full attention on Jack.
Jack.
That was a lot of red blood. Military training kicks in with old knowledge-- humans had a rather important artery in their upper legs, and if severed, they could bleed out within seconds. But she's still cursing and angry so he hopes that rebar somehow missed the important strike point, though he's not sure how to remove it without causing more damage.] Hang on, Jack.
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She led her team here, just like she led Ashley and the others. And Ashley had died for Shepard's orders.
Garrus moves, and she barely restrains the cry, hoping the wordless noise is soft enough to be mistaken for a gasp of physical pain.
Her head swivels slowly until she's looking at Jack, gut twisting. Shepard wasn't going to lose another member of her team. Getting shakily to her feet, she joins the others, wiping blood from her mouth as she kneels beside the biotic.] Jack... If you don't shut the hell up for a second, I'm going to make you walk out of here with that thing in your leg. You got it? And if you die on me, I swear... [It's an idle threat, though. With shaking hands, Shepard pulls a medpac from her pocket, driving it into the uninjured leg without another word.] That'll help with the pain for the time being.
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[ She grabs at Shepard's shoulder with her good arm to lift herself up into a sitting position and get a good look at her leg, then around, at the fires and the bodies and the failing lights and she's starting to get the feeling here isn't a good place to take their time joking about leg injuries and dying (who's joking, Jack?).]
Someone just... pop my shoulder back in and I'll be fine. Fuck. We need to get the hell out of here. [She realizes emergency shoulder relocation is never fun and she's probably going to be screaming and punching someone/something in a minute, but she'd rather it just be done with because it's annoying as hell as is.]
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Shepard, yes, this was a mission. The screams and cracks of concrete loosening and hitting the ground- a bombing. He glances to Garrus and Shepard- safe, if not heavily injured. His own injuries were workable, his head beginning to clear and the ringing softening some. But Jack-
He looks back at her, then her shoulder. The taste of dust in his mouth, the pair of eyes on him. He tries standing straight, standing tall, the voice has no intonation. The pain throbs. "You can do this on your own." He explains. "Put this arm up then-"
Thane blinks, not sure if he was muttering to himself or not. He puts his hand on Jack's shoulder, testing it a moment before apparently finding what he needed. He turns his attention to Jack.]
Take a deep breath. [And that's all the warning he'll give before he pushes it back into place.]
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He barely winces when Thane pops Jack's shoulder back into place with cold efficiency. Sometimes he forgot assassins had extensive anatomical knowledge and for a moment he was relieved Thane was on their team today. Himself, he merely stared at the rebar, knowing he could yank Jack off of it but not knowing exactly how soft human legs were and not wanting to tear a further injury, if he could avoid it. Shepard was a safer bet for that.
He glanced over his shoulder.] Shepard, there are other survivors. [That. Just that. She was their commander; it was her right to decide if they would stay and help or get the hell out before reinforcements arrived. He would be all right with either decision.]
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There's a nod.] We can't remove the rebar from her leg. Right now, it's holding her together, but she'll bleed out if we try to move it. And unless any of you have suddenly received a medical degree behind my back... [Shepard pauses, takes a deep breath in the acrid air.] I'll stay behind, help the survivors, see if there are others.
[Her gaze is sharp when she looks at Thane first, then Garrus. He's the problem here.] Take Jack back to the Normandy, make sure she's settled, drug her up if she gives you any problems. [There's a pointed look at Jack when she says that.] Then you two get your asses back here as soon as possible. We deal with this mess, then we're getting the hell off this dirty rock and finding our convict a decent doctor. Got it?
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Like I'd say no to drugs, Shepard. [ This would normally be said with a lot more humor, but the adrenaline rush from the explosion is starting to die off and that head wound is doing it's own number on her now. ]
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He glances at her injuries, then at the chaos around them, momentarily wondering if he should raise an objection for her safety. The sharp look was more than enough to remind him she was the one who held his contract, and her orders were final. Afterall, Shepard seemed to make a living off cheating death, sometimes more literally than those around her would care to admit.]
Very well. [So he nods, returning to Jack's side to help her to her feet, glancing to Garrus for help in lifting the convict as carefully as possible.]
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Garrus was regretting having said anything to Shepard. She may be his Commander, but that hadn't stopped him from voicing concerns before.] Alone? [He knew the reputation of this moon, too. And while he was fairly confident in Shepard's ability to handle herself alone on somewhere like Omega, that confidence wavered when she had just survived a bombing and was suffering from who knew how many injuries. And she was sending her team-- sending him away voluntarily?]
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But she understands why he, why any of them, would be worried for her. There's a pause as Shepard looks around her at the chaos, the hurt and the dead, but it doesn't make her question her command. It only strengthens it.] Yes. Alone. I doubt whoever did this is going to drop in on me. I can handle it, Garrus. [There's another sharp look.] Go. I'm not about to drop over in pain anytime soon, and the faster we move, the better.
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You heard the lady, dino-boy. [ She interjects, not as harshly as it could have been. ] Let's go.
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