WHO: Alpha Team WHERE: Oros ; en route to and outside the Trilk base WHEN: Jan 12 - 20 WHAT: miscellaneous ass kicking WARNINGS: violence? will update with anything else
( pick a day, pick a fight you want to thread out, header it up and go! )
[ Just for a second, he thinks he's going to pass out. The pain flares up so sharp and blinding that he can't even make a sound. He can't breathe, he can't move, he's just hung suspended in this agonized moment that seems like it won't ever end. Then it snaps and he can breathe again. He can move.
He almost screams.
Through some miracle, dignity prevails and he takes it like a goddamn soldier. A hissing breath. A low humming groan. And it's done. Maine's done and the pain levels out. It doesn't stop: his leg's burned and there's metal digging into it. It's not going to stop until he gets the armor off and the leg treated properly. For now, though, it'll do. ]
Uh... [ He focuses on the HUD's readout. ] Oxygen rising. Levels stabilizing. [ He takes a deep breath. ] It's good. [ His head thunks back to the ground. ] Thank you.
[ There's a tense moment while Wash figures out what the scans are telling him. Maine thinks he might just go cataclysmic if something goes wrong. Without proper supplies, there's little that can be done. But, finally, Wash says everything is stabilizing and Maine can do little more than let out the breath he was holding and falls back off his haunches to sit.
He doesn't say anything—not that it's much of a surprise since he doesn't often talk a lot—and just sits there staring at the ground. It's discolored from Wash's blood and the leaking biofoam and fuck knows what else. Alien blood, maybe. Plasma remnants. Another few tense moments pass when all Maine can see is red and hear the swooshing of his blood in his ears.
He needs to get a grip.
Forcing himself to look away and get up just so he can't see that anymore, Maine rises and begins to pace. Then, thinks better of it and goes to stand watch, his suit flickering for a second before melting into nothingness. The bright white ( or dirty, as it were ) is too obvious in the browns and reds of the desert. Just easier this way.
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He almost screams.
Through some miracle, dignity prevails and he takes it like a goddamn soldier. A hissing breath. A low humming groan. And it's done. Maine's done and the pain levels out. It doesn't stop: his leg's burned and there's metal digging into it. It's not going to stop until he gets the armor off and the leg treated properly. For now, though, it'll do. ]
Uh... [ He focuses on the HUD's readout. ] Oxygen rising. Levels stabilizing. [ He takes a deep breath. ] It's good. [ His head thunks back to the ground. ] Thank you.
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He doesn't say anything—not that it's much of a surprise since he doesn't often talk a lot—and just sits there staring at the ground. It's discolored from Wash's blood and the leaking biofoam and fuck knows what else. Alien blood, maybe. Plasma remnants. Another few tense moments pass when all Maine can see is red and hear the swooshing of his blood in his ears.
He needs to get a grip.
Forcing himself to look away and get up just so he can't see that anymore, Maine rises and begins to pace. Then, thinks better of it and goes to stand watch, his suit flickering for a second before melting into nothingness. The bright white ( or dirty, as it were ) is too obvious in the browns and reds of the desert. Just easier this way.
Rest. When you're ready, we'll get you up. ]