Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150908153558

"Esko, we're in a comandeered dropship with the warheads in tow. Heading in from from the northeast. Also, get a medic out there, we've got some wounded." CATSAI scans showed some cracks along the bone; once again, nothing he hadn't suffered. (specifically, last time he fractured a humerus was when he was 8 and messed up a Parkour landing.) He just sat back and cradled the arm for now.

Stella also never enjoyed leaving a fight. Loose ends always came back to bite you in the rear in her eyes. But at the same time, no one was really in any condition to fight, the dropship registered considerably few weapons (especially compared to the monster of a spider-droid they'd been duking it out with). All she could really do was just sit there with her SO.

"Sure you don't need morphine or anything?" she asked.

"I'll live. Been through worse."

"Dude. It's swollen."

"Just a minor fracture. Nonono, the armor's acting as a splint."

"Okie then." she scooted a little closer for Fritz to lean on while she got started on the After-Action Report.