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LANCER: BATTLEGROUP - To Kill the Worthy King
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<blockquote data-quote="Tun Kai Poh" data-source="post: 8515942" data-attributes="member: 6761960"><p><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">The Straggler, Part 6</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">The Armory officers are standing by in the corridor, mostly keeping to themselves while they wait for Bannon. As for Major Mahayhay and the Eland captains, they stand some distance away, watching warily.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Caspian hears a distant cry. It's coming from the enlisted mess down the way.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"Papa! Somebody help him! Medic!"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Was that...Lieutenant Park? The psycho marine?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Caspian pulls out his comms pad and urgently sends a shipwide ping for emergency medical assistance in the enlisted mess as he strides hurriedly towards the call, taking a split second to shoot a warning glare at Captain Ki as he breezes past her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Tabitha nods quietly, "Understood, Strike Captain,"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">She turns to Lowell Petrie and squeezes his shoulder firmly, "Come, Lowell. I can understand how you feel but we are all, ultimately, in the Navy. You've done all you could to avert unnecessary bloodshed and - I can admit it here - you did. Even if your own crew don't know it. But there's only so much that one man can do to stop the tides of war. Maybe you will get another opportunity to answer that higher calling in future but for now, its time to take a break. You've stuck your neck out enough to avoid war and Strike Captain Bannon is sticking her own neck out for you to let you seek asylum with us." she nods appreciatively towards Bannon. She turns back to Lowell earnestly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"As soldiers, as human beings, we spend our entire existence preparing for something we hope will never come and, when it does, it is on each of our own consciences where we choose to draw the line between our duty as soldiers to our governments and to each other as human beings. And in the end that is what we have to live with because in war, there are never any good outcomes."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><em>Try to pacify Lowell, Roll: 17 (-1 for idealistic)</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Lowell sinks perceptibly into his hardsuit. He can't bring himself to speak for some time.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Bannon leaves wordlessly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">For Lowell, there will be time for interviews and debriefings. Captain Tiburce Rodin of the DOJ/HR will want to pick his brain, too. But now, he can rest.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Vera flashes Tabitha a notification: medical emergency reported in the enlisted mess. Ship's Doctor Panarin en route. One medical subaltern already on scene.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Captain Var is also on scene.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"Papa!" Lieutenant Park kneels over the fallen figure of Colonel Milch. The man's face is red, his eyes shut. His chest moves shallowly, rapidly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">As Caspian approaches, the armoured marine straightens, looking around desperately. "He just, just collapsed. He said he had a splitting headache..." Her voice is cracked, shaky.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">The same medical subaltern that treated Tabitha is here now. Park shuffles out of the way and the machine gets to work, laying the colonel in a safe position, checking his vitals. Instruments unfold from the subaltern's forearms.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">It speaks with Vera's voice. "Administering cranial nanoinjection."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Park gasps as the subaltern stabs a needle into the base of Milch's skull. In moments, it withdraws the needle.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Seconds tick by. Onlookers appear at the entrance of the mess - mostly Union, but also the small Armory commandant, Almarik. Park looks daggers at the enemy officer, but stays close to the fallen colonel.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">"It was a stroke," reports Vera to all present, but also to Tabitha. "Nanites have located the affected site and are dissolving the clot."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Major Mahayhay walks quietly to Caspian and Park. She speaks with disarming calmness. "The doctor will be here in a minute, with some more subalterns. They'll take him to sickbay. Come on, Lieutenant. Let's all move back and let them work. Colonel's in good hands."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Park sobs. "Papa," she says.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Next: Weakness</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tun Kai Poh, post: 8515942, member: 6761960"] [B][SIZE=5]The Straggler, Part 6[/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=4] The Armory officers are standing by in the corridor, mostly keeping to themselves while they wait for Bannon. As for Major Mahayhay and the Eland captains, they stand some distance away, watching warily. Caspian hears a distant cry. It's coming from the enlisted mess down the way. "Papa! Somebody help him! Medic!" Was that...Lieutenant Park? The psycho marine? Caspian pulls out his comms pad and urgently sends a shipwide ping for emergency medical assistance in the enlisted mess as he strides hurriedly towards the call, taking a split second to shoot a warning glare at Captain Ki as he breezes past her. Tabitha nods quietly, "Understood, Strike Captain," She turns to Lowell Petrie and squeezes his shoulder firmly, "Come, Lowell. I can understand how you feel but we are all, ultimately, in the Navy. You've done all you could to avert unnecessary bloodshed and - I can admit it here - you did. Even if your own crew don't know it. But there's only so much that one man can do to stop the tides of war. Maybe you will get another opportunity to answer that higher calling in future but for now, its time to take a break. You've stuck your neck out enough to avoid war and Strike Captain Bannon is sticking her own neck out for you to let you seek asylum with us." she nods appreciatively towards Bannon. She turns back to Lowell earnestly. "As soldiers, as human beings, we spend our entire existence preparing for something we hope will never come and, when it does, it is on each of our own consciences where we choose to draw the line between our duty as soldiers to our governments and to each other as human beings. And in the end that is what we have to live with because in war, there are never any good outcomes." [I]Try to pacify Lowell, Roll: 17 (-1 for idealistic)[/I] Lowell sinks perceptibly into his hardsuit. He can't bring himself to speak for some time. Bannon leaves wordlessly. For Lowell, there will be time for interviews and debriefings. Captain Tiburce Rodin of the DOJ/HR will want to pick his brain, too. But now, he can rest. Vera flashes Tabitha a notification: medical emergency reported in the enlisted mess. Ship's Doctor Panarin en route. One medical subaltern already on scene. Captain Var is also on scene. "Papa!" Lieutenant Park kneels over the fallen figure of Colonel Milch. The man's face is red, his eyes shut. His chest moves shallowly, rapidly. As Caspian approaches, the armoured marine straightens, looking around desperately. "He just, just collapsed. He said he had a splitting headache..." Her voice is cracked, shaky. The same medical subaltern that treated Tabitha is here now. Park shuffles out of the way and the machine gets to work, laying the colonel in a safe position, checking his vitals. Instruments unfold from the subaltern's forearms. It speaks with Vera's voice. "Administering cranial nanoinjection." Park gasps as the subaltern stabs a needle into the base of Milch's skull. In moments, it withdraws the needle. Seconds tick by. Onlookers appear at the entrance of the mess - mostly Union, but also the small Armory commandant, Almarik. Park looks daggers at the enemy officer, but stays close to the fallen colonel. "It was a stroke," reports Vera to all present, but also to Tabitha. "Nanites have located the affected site and are dissolving the clot." Major Mahayhay walks quietly to Caspian and Park. She speaks with disarming calmness. "The doctor will be here in a minute, with some more subalterns. They'll take him to sickbay. Come on, Lieutenant. Let's all move back and let them work. Colonel's in good hands." Park sobs. "Papa," she says. Next: Weakness[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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