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"Bug out!" Ace nodded a little and watched as everyone scrambled at Grimlys command “Hoorah.” she said softly as she placed the blaster she was currently holding in the opposite pocket but made sure to keep them both at easy reach just in case she needed them quickly.
Looking over at the man who was currently acting as her wing man Ace didn’t necessarily size the kid up but she definitely took his youth into consideration for a moment before shaking her head and reminding herself she was probably younger when she ended up on Iceworld “You’re too young for this shit kid.”
Allowing herself to take a calming breath Ace watched as one of the other soldiers scooped up Sarah Jane; they’d be ok now at least she just hoped they would.
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
She'd been part of a retreat before. She'd even been dragged out before. This was much better than dragged. The fellow who had picked her up was unusually large, and was for the most part ignoring her as he scrambled. She could literally feel the blood dripping down inside her, a warm swell of it coming down from a sharp ache somewhere around her liver.
Somehow, Ace had gotten them out of there.
Sarah Jane's view was jouncing, but she did not miss the fellow who was carrying the big man's pack go down. She also saw the fresh faced boy near Ace be overcome by a look of absolute anger on his face. Sarah Jane supposed he was trying to kill whomever had taken out the pack man, but what he did was shoot Ace right through the meat of her thigh.
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Last Edit: May 24, 2015 21:32:03 GMT -5 by Deleted
Ace started to reach for the blasters in her pocket when the guy carrying the pack went down. She didn’t make it to them before she caught the movement her wingman was making, he was clearly tracking where the shot came “Kid…wait.” She threw up her hands a little to try to stop him before he got the shot off, she wasn’t fast enough.
Grabbing her leg, Ace fell backwards letting a few choice words escape her mouth, sure she’d been grazed earlier but this one was a whole different story.
Last Edit: Dec 8, 2014 0:44:21 GMT -5 by Ace McShane
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
"No!" She absolutely insisted, one arm flying out as if she could somehow catch Ace. Ace who always moved like a guns-ho twelve year old on a mission. Ace was going down, awkward, and how Sarah Jane wished to somehow get between her and the ground. Then she could see her friend no more, for the man who had her was single mindedly headed for somewhere. It felt like there was no air. All she could think of was the high splash of blood as Ace had been hit.
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Doctor Jordan came. He looked like a punk, or perhaps a punk grown old enough to be a menace. Shaved head. A scar up his lip. A cybertronic eye. It was the grotesqueness of his full tattoos that really caught a persons attention. There was no avoiding the woman's figure that was apparently, joyfully humping his nose. And that was just to start. Cartoons along the side of his head offered a variety of hand gestures that were as clearly rude as they were gleeful. There were buttholes drawn on the backs of his hands, and more metal in his remaining ear than one might think wise, if only not to tinkle when he ran.
He skid into place next to Ace, down on his knees. He gave her a three toothed smile.
"Too pretty to die today, Ace McShane." He said in his gravel voice. Then he pulled something out off his pocket, with one hand, grabbed her spurting leg with the other. He pulled her injured thigh away from the whole one in a way that might seem ontward for an instant, but next he is slapping the object at her thigh, and it slings around tight. It is like a snap bracelet from back on Earth, but much more serpentine and aggressive. "I'll see you in three minutes in the transport!" he half growled at her, and gave her scored arm a reassuring slap. Two of the rescue squad swooped in to pick up Ace together, chair style. Their doubled arms went behind her shoulders and her knees respectively.
Post by Ace McShane on Dec 28, 2014 1:41:35 GMT -5
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Ok, so she wasn’t necessarily holding her leg to try to stop the bleeding but Ace was trying not to move at all while holding her leg, she heard Jordan approach because of his damned earrings which she’d tried, to no avail, to get someone to make him take all the jewelry out before he was allowed to leave for missions, they made to much noise in her opinion and could possibly give their position away "Too pretty to die today, Ace McShane." Ace groaned a little bit “Eat a dick Jordan.”
Ace instinctively moved her leg in a high sweeping motion to kick at Jordans head but stopped inches from his head when slapped something on her thigh where the blood had been coming from "I'll see you in three minutes in the transport!" Ace watched Jordan for a moment and nodded a thank you, as two of the rescue squad men picked her up and she wrapped her arm around their necks so she didn’t fall while they moved her.
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2014 22:34:49 GMT -5 by Ace McShane
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
Was Ace regenerating right now? Would she know? Would she hear it? Would that gold light tear through the sky? Would Ace die today because she'd already given away some of her regeneration energy because Sarah Jane hadn't ducked fast enough? She was uncertain if the cold weight in her chest was as a result of her own injuries, or dread of Ace's injuries.
It seemed an age passed as they retreated, but it wasn't even three minutes. She hoped where she was going was close, and she hoped even harder when random gun fire turned into a deadly volley. She found herself well pinned between her carrier and some sort of layered wall. He was heavy on her for a terrible moment, and she thought perhaps he was dead, but then he was up and running again. With no warning she was half tossed onto the metal floor of some strange little metal room. It knocked out what little wind she had left. In the stillness of trying to breath, she felt the engine under her. Transport.
There was a terrible metallic thump beside her, and she turned to see that Ace had landed, much with the same sort of indignity she herself had been thrown. Outside the transport, the volley of firing went on, and suddenly all around them was a another volley, this time of boots as the resistance piled in, carefully not stepping on the people on the floor. A few were shooting out the wide doors, even as others went to close them.
"You look like !@#$." She said with a grin, heart beating again now that she could see her friend was alive. Mostly.
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The two who take Ace up in their arms, a man and a woman, though either could have been either with a second glace, were actually laughing.
"She told him to eat a dick"
"Eat a dick!"
They laughed harder, though for all their moment's mirth, they still toss Ace into the transport with quick desperation before turning to fire at the last wave of attackers.
Post by Ace McShane on Dec 28, 2014 2:39:29 GMT -5
Ace wouldn’t lie, she wasn’t one used to being the one getting juggled around while shots where flying all around them so she was awkwardly trying not to cause the two to drop her and cover her own head at the same time.
Letting out a little noise of protest when they tossed her into the transport "You look like !@#$." Ace couldn’t help but laugh it could have been from blood loss from her leg or it could have been that she really thought it was funny she didn’t know “I look like !@#$ have you looking in a mirror Madam Ambassador?” she moved a little, side to side as people climbed onto the transport.
"She told him to eat a dick" "Eat a dick!" Ace looked back at the man and woman, “I got a list of insults for ya if we get five seconds when we’re.” being the stubborn sob that she is Ace moved to sit up a little and shout out into the open “If people stop shooting at us!”
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
"It will be more efficient to leave the area, Ma'am." Said a clean cut Soldier, even as he worked with another to drag the doors shut, the ping of metal riddling becoming muffled. Some of the resistance fighters were moving to turrets as the transport lurched into motion.
One of the pair that had carried Ace dropped down to cut through the shredded, blood soaked silk of Sarah Jane's dress. A knife was used, but handled with every grace. The fighter looked at her reassuringly.
"You're going to be just fine."
Cloth gave way and deep bruising was revealed. A swelling hemotoma where the blood was collecting. The medic working on her had a large hypodermic full of something darkly green. Sarah Jane groped for Ace's hand.
Doctor Jordan joined Ace, just as he'd promised. He apparently has no time to tease her, and in fact, looks uncharacteristically worried. In his hand, he has something that looks like a cross between a catapillar and a zipper. Jordan is deftly cutting away Ace's pant leg with something like a laser knife that would go even through McShane's fighting gear.
"Two minutes, forty seconds, You're not going to faint on me are you, Dorothy? And your little dog too?" His eyes flicker to Sarah Jane.
Post by Ace McShane on Dec 28, 2014 23:02:08 GMT -5
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Ace caught Sarah Janes hand as her friend searched for hers “It’s ok, I’m here.”
While still holding onto Sarah Janes hand Ace watched as Jordan cut away at her gear, well, so much for getting off that planet with a full set of gear oh well, she knew where she could get some more.
"Two minutes, forty seconds, You're not going to faint on me are you, Dorothy? And your little dog too?" balling up her fist and swing it as hard as she could, Ace made sure it did connect this time, “Jordan, use that reference again and I will personally throw you from this transport.”
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2014 22:35:49 GMT -5 by Ace McShane
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
Doctor Jordan's head snapped around so briskly to the right that one could actually hear the dull clang of his thick earring against his thick skull. There was one frozen instant where he hung there in mid air, thoughts already turned off, that he was actually strangely beatific. Then he went over backwards and fell like a ton of bricks. No one bothered to catch him.
Although three of the radicals were still returning a little fire through a door open to a slit, the rest had already reached the high-fiveing stage, and there was a strong chorus of four who were clearly whooping over Ace's action.
"McSHAnE!' 'McShANE!" they were saying, like it was a brand-name.
Jordan was tugged away, and the large fellow who had hauled Sarah Jane in went down on one knee beside Ace, looming still. He is ugly, but his smile is delightful. His helmet reads "Sleepy".
"Sometimes, that is the only way to shut him up."
It didn't matter that the Doctor was actually the one taking a nap. Sleepy had the large metal caterpillar in his hand.
"You're going to be just fine. Brace yourself." Sleepy loosed the very mobile little robot onto Ace's lap. It swarmed over the hole in Ace's leg. At great speed, five needles plunged in around the tattered flesh, ice frost actually forming with a hiss. The wound goes instantly numb. The thing is plunging head first into the bullet hole, it's sharp bright tail slicing through the tourniquet.
Sarah Jane made a soft sound of true distress. However reassuring the weathered face that hovered over her was, the cybertronic looking cantaloupe sized spider-like construct that was settling over her injury. That first stab of injection was a cold, shocking pain, but it was over again as soon as it started. A sound then fell from her throat as the terrible ripping pain left her. The glowing abdomen of the spider creature was clearly busy doing something with a quantity of her blood, though it looked like there was as much going out as there was coming back in.
The transport was rather loud, and the ride was not smooth.
Last Edit: Dec 30, 2014 22:37:51 GMT -5 by Deleted
Ace ignored the chants after she knocked Jordan out and looked at “Sleepy” as he loomed over her a little “Well, you’re a biggin’ ain’tcha.” "Sometimes, that is the only way to shut him up." she blinked once before she realized exactly who it was “Heh, yeah sadly, that’s true.”
"You're going to be just fine. Brace yourself." Ace had watched people get patched up with this sort of thing before but she’d never managed to need one herself; for a moment Ace slammed her fist a little on the floor of the transport till the numbing effect of whatever where in the needles.
Hearing the noise that Sarah Jane made, Ace gently squeezed her friends hand as if to say everything was going to be ok.
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2015 1:55:59 GMT -5 by Ace McShane
"I am NOT A PROBLEM! I’m a…tactical consideration!"
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