Post number #213018, ID: dc0241
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In the upper districts there is a well known hospital, being the largest that Greenwood operates. With a square footage of 5,956,293,962, this massive hospital has 13 floors and is divided into many wings the largest being the children's wing. Right now the hospital is a buzz of activity as ambulances rush in and out of the parking lotwith victims of the attack. some are loaded with staff, being expedited from other locations to help with the massive intake of patients.
Post number #213020, ID: 0695c2
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Post number #213021, ID: 849a2a
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>VTOLs fly in and out every 10 minutes, taking basic supplies out, and bringing patients in.
Post number #213026, ID: ba2457
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>Dahk gets placed in a wheel chair and is rolled off. Rolling a wheelchair with a single arm is a lot of work, and terribly slow, but it doesn't matter, they need all the hands they can get. Right now she's tries to find Cain and Co.
Post number #213034, ID: 849a2a
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>>213026 >Cain is back at the Disaster zone Dakh was extracted out of, while the rest could be somewhere in the hospital.
Post number #213035, ID: dc0241
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(Tuna is gonna be with Marie and IS to look after them as to her knowledge she is the only one combat trained other than Cain though she hates being in this hospital for personal reasons)
Post number #213038, ID: dc0241
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(*OS Fuck you too Auto correct)
Post number #213039, ID: ba2457
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(alright) >Dahk stumbles across Marie's room, and wheels herself in. "So... how's the little guy doing?"
Post number #213052, ID: dc0241
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"Hi Dahk!" >Tuna waves to her "He is stable but only time will tell if his condition will improve but the doctors have high hopes since we got to him so quickly." >Tuna has all her hair tucked into the cap and she seems really nervous and on edge.
Post number #213060, ID: ba2457
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>Dahk tilts her head at Tuna "... Are you alright? You're more on edge then me and that's saying something."
Post number #213070, ID: 6125e6
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>OS sits in the corner of the room, her green glowing eyes looking oddly pale today >She's waiting a bit farther away from Cain and the rest, her face is a complete mess, unlike her usual cool demeanor
Post number #213076, ID: ba2457
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(Cain went back to chapel-3 to help with the extraction but erm) >Dahk rolls over to OS and pats her on the back "Come on... you cheer up too, He's safe now and doing well!"
Post number #213094, ID: 6125e6
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>>213076 >OS looks at Dahk and smiles faintly "Sorry I look so bad, I'm glad of course... But I dont know what I would of done had he died, had Cain not come in and take us off, I was useless this time around." >She says, tightening her hands
Post number #213108, ID: ba2457
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"Hey.. don't call yourself useless! it makes me feel bad!" >Dahk pouts, trying to lighten the mood "I was the one who was supposed to protect her in the first place!"
Post number #213109, ID: dc0241
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"I am.... Okay... I just really don't like being in this place again." >Tuna sighed "It's not your fault OS. There is nothing you could have done to prevent this"
Post number #213114, ID: 849a2a
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>Cain finally makes it back to the hospital, after setting up the extraction zone. "I-I made it. Is everyone here?"
Post number #213115, ID: 6125e6
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>OS smiles faintly "Thanks, I mean it" >Her hands lose their grip, she seems to have calmed down, though not entirely "I just... I was scared, so goddamn scared, I thought I was going to lose him forever, I was a mess when he told me to forget about him, and I... I just, couldn't do a thing, I dont want to lose anyone anymore, it hurts too much"
Post number #213125, ID: ba2457
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>Dahk waves her arm stump at Cain "Heey Cain you made it!"
Post number #213135, ID: 4595dc
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"Oh god, Dahk!" >Cain instantly goes for a hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Post number #213149, ID: ba2457
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"Ow ow- Cain you're hugging kind of tight there!" >Dahk squirms and smiles and jokes "Maan you believe this all happened while we were house hunting maybe it's a sign!
>She turns back to tuna and winks "... Say, Tuna, if you really don't like being here, i think you can leave now, i doubt anything can get pas ol cain"
Post number #213155, ID: dc0241
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"You didn't do anything wrong Cain. You saved alot of people." >>213135
>>213149 "I'll be fine. I just have alot on my mind is all"
Post number #213156, ID: 849a2a
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"Shut up and let me hug you." >Cain finally lets go, tears welling in her eyes. "I can't stay around for long, but I don't want to let any of you out of sight. I got to go negotiate with the hospital superintendant for more supplies to be sent to the zone."
Post number #213160, ID: ba2457
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>Dahk sighs "I understand, you got your civil duties. Go ahead and be a hero, not like we're going anywhere"
Post number #213173, ID: 849a2a
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>Cain sighs and gives you and Marie a smooch on the cheek before heading off to negotiate with the hospital.
Post number #213200, ID: ba2457
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>Dahk blushes perhaps a little too much at the kiss, and leans back "Hey guys, nurse, my girlfriend Angus is gonna pick me up in a bit so uh... i'm gonna take a nap if that's alright..."
Post number #213250, ID: c70600
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>a swarm of 100 drones fly towards the hospital >each seems to carry a box of medical supplies
Post number #213253, ID: dc0241
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>On the top floor of the Hospital is the Superintendent's office. A piece of paper is taped over the name plate with "Caroline Greenwood" written on it.
Post number #213257, ID: dc0241
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>Tuna laughs "I'll wake you up when she gets here. Your probrably feel like shit. Get some rest."
Post number #213258, ID: 849a2a
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>>213253 >Cain knocks on the door, before heading in. "Hello, I'm here from the Evac zone in Chapel-3."
Post number #213267, ID: dc0241
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>A women with long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, the ends dyed pink, sits behind the desk. She is in the middle of a mountain of paper work. "Oh yes. Come in and have a seat." >She glances up before finishing what she was working on and sitting up. placing her hands clasped on the desk.
Post number #213273, ID: 849a2a
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"Sadly, no seats for me. I'll be curt, I need basic medicine. My Bravo boys have almost run dry of everything. So if you got a price, I'll pay it." >Cain stands at one of the chairs, leaning on it.
Post number #213298, ID: dc0241
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>She sighs. "Just take what you need. I have been instucted by Mr. Greenwood himself to help in whatever way possible towards the relief effort. I guess he thinks this is a charity and not a corporation. My personal opinion aside, Just let me know what supplies you need and we will supply them."
Post number #213301, ID: fcfc4e
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>a drone appears near cain in a orange flash. >it displays a holographic message and keyboard. >imput drop-off coordinates
Post number #213306, ID: 849a2a
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"Just the basics. Gauze, Stiching, Morphine for shocks, QuikClot, splints, and a few others." >Cain lists all that they need. "Just bill me after the chaos has calmed down."
Post number #213309, ID: 849a2a
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>>213301 "Oh! Uh..." >She enters the GPS coordinates for the Chapel-3 evac zone. "That must have been that whiz kid with the teleportation."
Post number #213318, ID: fcfc4e
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>the drone disappears. >the swarm of 100 promptly head to the evac zone
Post number #213380, ID: dc0241
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"Understood. I'll have the staff put it together for you." >She nods "Please call me if you need anything else. This is my personal number" >She hands Cain a slip of paper "I have to get back to all this madness. Coordinating this whole disaster is... well... A disaster. This was the worst time to lose the Superintendent of Sherwood So now I have to be hands on and sort this whole mess out. We will support you in any way possible as long as Mr Greenwood is still feeling charitable"
Post number #213382, ID: 849a2a
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>Cain takes the slip of paper, noting the details. "Thanks. Don't forget to send the bill." >Cain head's out and up to the hospital helipad, where they load up an arriving VTOL, and head back for the Evac zone.
Post number #213431, ID: ef7f51
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>Angus swiftly made her way down the hall, glancing at the numbers outside of each door. She was a little scared because she wasn't ready to see Dahk missing two limbs. Finally she saw the number '305'. She paused before walking into the room, worried. She left her motorcycle helmet on, because she wasn't exactly worried about looking formal. Her muffled voice came through. "D-Dahk..?" >She had taken a few steps into the room, and was looking around in disbelief.
Post number #213435, ID: 6125e6
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>OS looked at her, before turning to Dahk
Post number #213440, ID: ba2457
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>At the sound of Angus's voice, Dahk jolts up "Oh there you are my l-" >Forgetting she's missing a few limbs, Dahk leans a bit too far foward out of her wheelchair faceplants infront of Angus.
Post number #213452, ID: dc0241
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>Tuna easily picks up Dahk and sets her back in her wheelchair. "Be more careful you dummy. Your gonna give your girlfriend a heart attack."
Post number #213615, ID: 0c181d
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>A large convoy of assorted civilian and GCPD vehicles, some armored park and land outside the hospital >a mix of GCPD officers, White knights, private security and civilians pour out of the vehicles carrying wounded on stretchers
Post number #213627, ID: dc0241
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>The hospital staff help get situated within the hospital ultilizing every room they have.
Post number #213632, ID: e5f0ce
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>>213452 >Dahk rubs her face in embaressment "Yeah... thanks Tuna, and don't worry Tuna i'm All right!" >She waves her left arm and leg stump to add emphasis
Post number #213649, ID: d30c13
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>In a far off room down the hallway, a scream can be heard, disrupting people's business "NOOOO!! LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO YOU-- DON'T TOUCH MEEE- I HAVE TO-" >The scream is cut short as heavy footsteps are heard.
Post number #213678, ID: dc0241
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>A nurse goes to said room and checks out the disturbance
Post number #213684, ID: 0bd088
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>A smol girl with black and white striped hair looking like she's at the verge of tears tugs at people's sleeves trying to get their attention "E-excuse me... Excuse me..." >She's mostly ignored as people hurriedly scrambl to deal with their own wounded. But at about the dozenth attempt an officer turns to acknowledge her "Umm do you know an officer Ferris?" "Sorry, no" >The officer pats her in the head before he hurriedly rushes off to deal with his own business
Post number #213689, ID: dc0241
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(Is she any where near Marie's room? >>213684)
Post number #213710, ID: d30c13
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>>213678 >The room reveals to be in disarray. The beds are tipped over, dust circulates around the room. There are three figure in the room: 2 heavily-armored men and a bandaged woman. One of them is on the floor, presumably knocked out, the remaining man stands with his rifle out, ready to shoot, while the woman is kneeling on the floor, her pistol pointing at the man. They seems to be in an impasse, eye keeping on each other closely. "Surrender now, you stand no chance." "..."
Post number #213717, ID: 22ac29
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>>213684 "Hey, hold real quick." > A dim flash of a camera suddenly sets the area next to her. The photographer? A Japanese-Filipino man with a sleek camera marked "Polaroid."
Post number #213721, ID: dc0241
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>The nurse blows a whistle around her neck. "Put the guns away! Gunfire is not tolerated here. Certain medicines and equipment is highly flammable. Put away the weapons or you will be forceable removed." >Heavy footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway on both sides
Post number #213727, ID: 3f7c72
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>>213689 (She'd ask around that area eventually) >As she walks around the officer from earlier walks back to her, feeling guilty about leaving the smol girl "I checked the injury reports, then the personell profiles. There isn't an officer Ferris in the files, sorry i cant do more"
Post number #213728, ID: dc0241
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>Tuna peeks her head out of the door hearing commotion >>213727
Post number #213730, ID: d30c13
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>>213721 >Both the man and the woman turns to the attention of the sound. Then the woman smirked. "I won, Daedalus." "Tch, target retrieval failed. Too much heat. Out." >The heavy-armored man quickly moves to grab his fallen comrade, exits through a rope dangling outside the window. The woman sits back up against the wall, breathing heavily now that the threat is gone.
Post number #213732, ID: dc0241
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"Miss, are you okay?" >The nurse steps inside as a group of armed men peek in. She turns to them. "I want regular checks on this patient we got a code 2"
Post number #213745, ID: 22ac29
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> The man leaves the officer and girl promptly, searching and occasionally asking around for "Marie's hospital room", wandering the hallway.
Post number #213748, ID: 3f7c72
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>>213728 >The smol girl with the hair striped black and white like panties asks Tuna the same question "E-excuse me... Do you know an Officer Ferris? None of the other officers seem to know her" >She asks clutching a familiar peaked cap to her chest
Post number #213749, ID: d30c13
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>>213732 >The woman now looks smaller as the nurse approaches. She turns to greet the nurse, revealing a cat ear on her other side. "I'm fine... *huff* You don't need to check on me or anything..." >She then attempts to stand up to prove her point, but she falls down to the floor again, her crimson eyes fades to purple. "Curse the tungsten rods..."
Post number #213750, ID: dc0241
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"Yeah... I know her... Step in here and get out of the open"
Post number #213753, ID: dc0241
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>The nurse helps her up and into a bed "It's my job, Miss. I have to keep all patients safe. Plus I can not allow a shoot out in this place with so many wounded"
Post number #213759, ID: 3f7c72
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>>213750 >The smol girl nods and enters, with a closer look she seems to be made out of cloth.
Post number #213762, ID: d30c13
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>>213753 >She doesn't resist being helped to the bed, and thanks the nurse "Thank you..." >She then turns over and rests on the bed. >I have to get out of here soon. Gonna wait for my moment.
Post number #213800, ID: dc0241
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>>213759 >Tuna looks at her curiously "Your made... out of fabric?"
>>213762 The nurse pulls the sheet over her and leaves.
Post number #213801, ID: 3e9618
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>>213632 >Angus simply stands in awe. She's trying not to, but she ends up crying. A lot. She takes off her helmet and doesn't bother to fix her hair. She crouches down and hugs Dahk tightly, sobbing the whole time. "You... You idiot..." >She squeezes her tightly. Still sobbing, but a little less so. She pulls out of the hug for a quick moment to give her a quick kiss "Fucking hell Dahk..." >Angus kept her locked in the hug, ignoring the commotion in the halls.
Post number #213807, ID: e5f0ce
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"Eheheh... I'm sorry" >Dahk blushes and smiles "Come on... Let's go home and get some rest, my limbs can wait, i just wanna sleep with you~"
Post number #213811, ID: fcfc4e
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>>213800 >The pantygurl nods yes "Surely you've heard of us?" "...anyway I'm looking for my uhmm...my master"
Post number #213816, ID: dc0241
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>>213811 "Your one of the panty girls? Is Ferris you master?"
Post number #213839, ID: c70600
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>>213816 "Yes! She said she'd make me an officer! But she left me at the station and went out with some strange men in black tanks"
Post number #213848, ID: 3e9618
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>Angus sniffles as she listens to Dahk. Despite missing two limbs, she's still a total perv. "Don't fucking do anything like this again. Limbs are hard to make... Not that you planned it but still." >She sighs as she looks at Dahk again. "Well. You're going to have to sit in my lap on our way home. I got a totally sweet motorcycle. made it nice and fast, absolutely gorgeous. I'll let you take it for a spin when you have both limbs back. But I'll take the long way home, for fun~"
Post number #213852, ID: dc0241
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>>213848 "Officers are shady people. Can't trust them. She is probrably helping out with the disaster that is happening. I think I still have her phone number from.... okay it doesn't matter ima just text her... then maybe burn my phone"
Post number #213861, ID: c70600
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"shady? They seem like nice people though. The desk officer in the station gave me a lollipop!" "And they're running around helping people from the gangs and riots. So they cant be so bad"
Post number #213888, ID: dc0241
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"It's complicated but yeah they are shady." >Tuna texts Ferris using the business card she gave her many moons ago
>'Hey your uh... Servant? Daughter? I am not for sure what to call her... well you panty girl is with me. She was apperently looking for you. I am at Sherwood Hospital room 305. I will watch her till you come get here. Don't think this means we are on good terms or some shit. I just don't want the poor girl to get lost or hurt.'
Post number #213901, ID: 4ef555
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>>213888 >OS looks at Tuna "I kinda take offense to that, but yeah some of them are really shady..." >She says holding Marie's hand
Post number #213926, ID: dc0241
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"Don't tell me your a police officer..." >Tuna cringes
Post number #213929, ID: 6125e6
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>>213926 "I was for eight years, even got to LT. I quit after that whole five minute war thing though." >OS says matter of factly
Post number #213938, ID: fcfc4e
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>somewhere in a control room, dumped deep into a storage locker a phone rings briefly. >A certain lilim operator, jacked into a mess of wired terminals does notice the messege pass by. Shrugging at the absurdity of the random message, he decides to relay the info, the team being close by in the same hospital anyway.
Post number #213940, ID: fcfc4e
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>a few moments later a knock on the door is heard. A square jawed man stands in black fatigues and body armor, rifle hanging on his chest by a strap
Post number #214084, ID: d30c13
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>Hours later, the weird catgirl wakes up, well-rested enough. Her phone flashes red, as if begging for attention: [RDS-37 Nano Iteration Installed.] She takes a look at her phone, then opens the window, her eyes looking at the destruction that is GC, searching for something wistfully. "*whimper*" >After a while, she shakes her head, her eyes start glowing red again. "I'm a dead man walking. There is no time. No regrets." >She then cloaks, then vanished from the hospital. To Cat-3.
Post number #214085, ID: 1f7e82
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Post number #214271, ID: dc0241
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>>213929 "Well I guess it's cool since your not one anymore...." >>213940 >Tuna peaks her head out the door "Hello?
Post number #214281, ID: 347a25
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>>214271 "I'm here for a Katyusha" >The man looks dusty and his equipment worn. Covered in dust and scrapes, bits of blood even
Post number #214285, ID: dc0241
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"I think that's up to her. I Don't really like the idea of handing her off to someone other than Ferris" >Tuna eyed him suspiciously
Post number #214294, ID: 0c181d
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>Katyusha peeks out from behind Tuna "Ummm you're not Ferris? Are you Mr. Fenrir?"
Post number #214302, ID: dc0241
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"I have strong doubts that Ferris even knows this person. Just stay with me. Tell Ferris she has to come herself. I am trusting no one else with her"
Post number #214306, ID: 347a25
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>Looking at the man, he doesn't seem to carry any GCPD or PMC markings, not even a name tag on his uniform "Yes. I mean no, wait I am-wait no I'm Müller" >The man gets confused for a bit "Just come with me I was told to pick you up" >>214302 "She... can't do that right now"
Post number #214312, ID: dc0241
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"Well I Don't trust you. No way am I handing her over to some stranger. I'll watch her as long as it takes. I have the time and the patience."
Post number #214321, ID: 347a25
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"You'll end up having to wait for a while then" >Müller chuckles, he looks around outside to see if anyone might be watching before turning back to Tuna "Look I need to pick up the girl. And the Lt. isn't in any position to get up and over here. I'm not sure what either of your relationship with the Lt. is, but I'll take you to her if that's what it takes. She's just the next floor up anyway"
Post number #214326, ID: dc0241
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"That's fine" >Tuna turns to the couple gushing over each other. "I'll be right back"
Post number #214341, ID: 347a25
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>Müller walks them to the front of a multiple occupancy room, a pair of guards wearing the same black BDU's stand at the front door. They wave Müller hello, but look to the two smol girls "Who're these?" "Don't know. Lt. Wants the other one inside though" >One officer shrugs as he handwaves the other into patting the two smols down for weapons
Post number #214343, ID: 0c181d
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>Patting down katyusha's black and white dress, the officers find no weapons. But they do notice she's made out of cloth
Post number #214360, ID: dc0241
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>Tuna squirms and tries to push them away. "Don't touch me" >A gun can be felt on her thigh
Post number #214370, ID: 347a25
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>>214343 "What the hell" >The man mutters under his breath. But doesn't ask any questions. and lets her inside >>214360 "Sorry miss but can't have anyone armed enter especially after what happened down stairs"
Post number #214376, ID: dc0241
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"Can I at least peek" >Tuna sighs
Post number #214398, ID: 347a25
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>>214376 "Sure I guess" >Inside the room are about a dozen wounded men in the same uniform lined up in beds, A nurse along with a few of the men themselves mill about the room attending to the wounded. In the far corner you see Ferris laying on a bed. Standing over her is a large skull-faced man in black-painted WK armor with a ballistic shield and an angry looking black haired woman
Post number #214400, ID: dc0241
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"Okay I am satisfied then" >She nods "Bye Ferris" >She shouts before starting to leave
Post number #214419, ID: 0c181d
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>>214400 "Thank you!" >Katysha gives Tuna a hug before running inside
Post number #214423, ID: dc0241
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"Bye Katysha" >Tuna smiles before going back to Marie's room
Post number #214433, ID: 849a2a
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>A man arrives at the hospital in a tailored, black suit and black shirt, with latex blue gloves covering his hands. He makes his way to the entrance of the room where Ferris is held. He politely nods to the 2 officers guarding the room.
Post number #214440, ID: 0c181d
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>Katyusha runs inside to see Ferris
Post number #214448, ID: 347a25
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>>214433 >The 2 guards have closed the door and once again stand blocking the entrance. "Got an ID? relations with anyone inside?" >The other officer takes out a metal detector, casually spinning it in his hands
Post number #214449, ID: 347a25
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>>214440 >Among other wounded, Ferris lays bedridden. Her head wrapped in bandages all the way down to her eyes. Beside her is a medical tray containing a few bits of crushed lead and a bloodied stick of rebar >The black haired girl shakes her head angrily "So Chase tried to catch you and fell out himself?"
Post number #214459, ID: 849a2a
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>>214448 "Hmm? Yeah. Here. I'm here to see Fenrir. Or Ferris." >The man hands over an ID. >Name: Johnson Stoner
Post number #214463, ID: 0c181d
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>>214449 >Katyusha bursts into tears seeing Ferris wounded "Ma-...Fe-..Lu.." >She loses words as she bawls. Probably disturbing everyone else in the room
Post number #214477, ID: 347a25
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>>214459 >One officer speaks into a radio while the other moves to check Stoner for weapons and run the metal Detector /We got a Johnson Stoner over here to see the Lt./ >A gruff man's voice replies /She doesn't know a Stoner/ >The officer chuckles at the name before turning back to Mr.Stoner asking politely "What's the purpose of your visit and your relation with officer Rys?"
Post number #214483, ID: 849a2a
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>>214477 "It's stupid, but hear me out. I served her a beer before she responded to the disaster. I came to pay my respects. And drop off that beer I owe her." >Johnson pulls out 2 beer bottles out of his jacket, like magic. >The metal detector detects nothing, and neither does the pat down.
Post number #214484, ID: 347a25
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>>214463 >The angry girl and the armored man look to the smol, bewildered and not really sure what to do "Don't cry" >Ferris scowls at the smol pantygurl, sounding rather harsh.
Post number #214493, ID: 0c181d
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>>214484 >Katyusha falls to her knees. She got scolded again. And it didn't really stop her from crying but made her feel worse. "I-I'm sorry" >She apologizes while desperately trying to wipe at her tears and hold them in
Post number #214511, ID: 347a25
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>>214483 >The one guard shrugs and opens the door for him, waving him inside >>214493 >The other officers not currently distracted by body pain and treatments look at the commotion. No one was told about the smol girl. Who is she?
Post number #214512, ID: 347a25
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"This is the life I chose. Getting shot so others don't have to. Risking my life for 10 others. I asked you earlier what you felt about being an officer. Well this is the life you'd be getting into" >Ferris says coldly as she shows Katyusha her bloodied bandages "So I'll ask you again. What do you feel about being an officer" "...You can be anything else if you want to" >Her final words come with a hint of warmth and care
Post number #214531, ID: 0c181d
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>>214512 >Her face still teary and her legs still weak, Katysha stands up and gives an awkward inexperienced salute "I will protect and serve master!"
Post number #214538, ID: 347a25
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>>214531 >The other officers listening in give Ferris confused and confounded looks. What did she do and why is a smol girl calling her master. >Ferris twitches. Feeling the judgmental looks of her platoon on her she knocks Katyusha on the top of her head. "I told you not to call me master."
Post number #214547, ID: 849a2a
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>Johnson makes his way to Ferris, setting down the beers next to her, He would comfort Katyusha, but crying girls are not his forte. "So about that beer I owe you."
Post number #214551, ID: 347a25
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>>214538 "Well that's a dramatic way to put it" >A wounded officer laughs from another bed "замолчи" >Ferris shoots back
Post number #214552, ID: 347a25
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>>214547 "uhh I'm not aware of anyone owing me any beers" >Ferris would raise an eyebrow. But head bandages
Post number #214555, ID: 849a2a
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>>214552 "How could the La Lune let a customer pay but not have their drink?" >Johnson chuckles to himself. "I got a few crates at the ready from my collection of booze if the Platoon needs it. Say its a... Thank you for serving."
Post number #214564, ID: 347a25
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>>214555 >Ferris lies back into the bed "I bought it out of habit. I remembered I was on duty so I couldn't" "As for the booze... we'll accept your offer" >She smiles, excited for some well deserved drinking
Post number #214570, ID: 0c181d
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>Katyusha gets closer to Ferris to hug her. Planting her face into Ferris' chest
Post number #214579, ID: 849a2a
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>Johnson begins pulling out some Vodka and Rum from his suit jacket, alongside a small container for pills. There's something unusual about his jacket... "There we go. Rum for me, Vodka for you?"
Post number #215819, ID: 4cfc26
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>>214570 >Ferris flinches, that can't feel too good for her injuries. But lets her keep there anyway >>214579 "Unfortunately alcohol isn't good for recovery. so can't"
Post number #216076, ID: 71f375
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>Johnson leaves the bottles anyway, and pouts himself a drink. "Now what you might see next might surprise you. Don't shout or make sudden movements." >He slowly takes his gloves off. One hand Matt black and metal, one hand flesh, on it is a tattoo in Latin. >"Si mortis, ego mori."
Post number #216126, ID: 4cfc26
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>>216076 "Well I'll be damned." "..Is what I'd say if I already knew you weren't dead" "How was the vacation in hell?"
Post number #216221, ID: 08d9be
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"Interesting. I guess it really is true, something keeps dragging me back here. So old friend, what happened?" >The man smiles.
Post number #216451, ID: 4cfc26
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>>216221 "Some shootouts, A district blew up, The city's still a massive pile of shit. Nothing changed" "'Cept there are panty lilim now >She looks down to Katyusha digging her face into her bandages
"Oh and your old PMC threatened the city with a white phosphorus bombing. deal with that or I will" "What's been happening with you?"
Post number #216464, ID: 849a2a
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"oh you know, the usual. Getting rid of records, gunrunning." >He swallows a few painkillers, following them up with some rum. "I'd talk to the guys, but I'm dead, remember? Who threatened?"
Post number #216495, ID: 4cfc26
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>>216464 "Which one of yours carries the mortars? They alluded to it on a thread... Echo?" "Why'd you leave it all behind anyway?
>The black haired woman with the sniper rifle and the Armored man step away and lean into a wall conversing with each other instead >"That brings us up to 14 wounded, 4 dead and 2 missing should we still send out?" >"No need some other forces are already on the relief case. Lubowski should have drones out to search for Marc and Swannson"
Post number #216515, ID: 849a2a
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>>216495 "Lane's the only one who carries around a mortar, but she's in Alfa, and Echo is too professional to do that. It's only Lane she never means it." >Johnson sighs. "Why did I leave it all behind? I thought I could bring them back... but I wasn't able to. I got to go now." >Johnson stands up, with a sorrow face.
Post number #216529, ID: 47b0bf
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>Katyusha keeps nuzzling into Ferris' chest "Are you ok? How'd you get hurt"
Post number #216535, ID: 4cfc26
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>>216515 "I've got no clue what you mean"
"But we'll see each other again eventually. With either drinks or guns in our hands" >Ferris smirked as she waves him farewell
Post number #216551, ID: 849a2a
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>She waves to thin air, as Johnson is already gone. Did she just hallucinate?
Post number #217793, ID: 7c7982
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| In the upper districts there is a well known hospital, being the largest that Greenwood operates. With a square footage of 5,956,293,962, this massive hospital has 13 floors and is divided into many wings the largest being the children's wing. Right now the hospital is a buzz of activity as ambulances rush in and out of the parking lotwith victims of the attack. some are loaded with staff, being expedited from other locations to help with the massive intake of patients.