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Post by fen on Jun 27, 2018 21:26:05 GMT -6
It had been less than an hour of time he spent in that cockpit in between suffering from an injury and finishing the operation.
Once he had exited his machine, he got around to informing a hangar technician of his injury, who promptly cursed him out and got him to the medbay. He recalled, albeit briefly, the stern talking to he received from Jack and some of the medical crew, amidst the handling of the other injured. The deaths seemed to be few from the assault, but there had been deaths nonetheless. Thankfully, his wound had not been as serious as it felt, with the round inflicting some trauma to his thigh, but missing vital areas.
That hadn't stopped him from staring at the ceiling as he remained in his bed, the nurse long since haven insisted on him resting for a few moments in the medbay as they wrapped up treatments.
It was perhaps not a surprise that he saw a certain Dropkick in the room as well, albeit going through a different gauntlet of attention. It hadn't come as a surprise, not when Cain had seen the wreck the Highlander had become during the ends of their fight. A few questions drilled through his mind about the scenario, but he opted to ignore them: at the end of the day, Sean's decisions were his to make. His gaze fluttered over to the pilot, as if begging him to say something about the battle- before settling back on the PDA in his hands.
After all, it was much easier to simply wait these things out.
...Even if he did want to sock him in the face.
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Post by Captain Ameijin! on Jun 29, 2018 21:01:23 GMT -6
It wasn’t exactly clear how he had survived the night’s onslaught, tested by one ordeal after the next to see how many times the man could survive failure.
As the Kirin’s cockpit opened, he emerged with damp hair and dripping clothes. Sean was quickly wrapped in a dry towel and escorted towards the hospital ward, concerns of hypothermia abated as the worn-looking doctor inspected him. He could only wonder why they bothered to close and dress his wounds after he had re-opened them twice already. The procedure was mercifully brief and relatively painless; the treatment he received from his superiors was far more brutal, and the pile of work he’d amassed as punishment left little time for recreation any time soon. But he had eluded being sent to the brig, for now.
That didn’t keep his thoughts from lingering on the events of the last several hours, his mind replaying what had happened over and over again when all he wanted was a moment or two of shuteye.
After everything was said and done it was almost humorous to see Merlin in worse shape than himself. Though the Highlander had been beaten to an oily pulp, Sean had avoided any serious bodily harm during the impromptu operation. He couldn’t say the same of the man to his right, whose fresh battle scar was a testament to his tenacity. Though he had more than a few bones to pick with him, Cain had acted in the team’s best interests. Their eyes met for only a moment before Sean turned to look away, eyes resting on blank sheets of plastic that had been hung around their hospital beds.
“...ye made the right call. Thanks for bailing us out back there.”
After all, it was much better to swallow his pride than pick a fight he didn’t deserve to win.
...Even if he did want to kick him in the ‘nads.
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Post by fen on Jun 29, 2018 21:59:37 GMT -6
"...that makes one of us."
They would forgive him if he couldn't help but to be a little prickly, right?
Cain kept his hands on his PDA, absentmindedly scrolling through news articles. They still had some access to the outside world, and from what he could tell, there were already plenty of videos floating around on the net from their fighting. It didn't come as a surprise, especially given that there was no way they would have been able to evacuate everyone. The truth still bore deeply into him, the pilot unable to accept the collateral damage that came about from their scuffle. He couldn't blame Sean, at least not directly, yet...
"You're lucky you made it out alive. Don't push it next time."
Other concepts drifted along his mind; Sean had lost them a valuable asset in the Highlander, and on top of that they lost any data that machine might have had on their mystery foe, leaving the analysis strictly for the Kirin. It was sloppy all around, a fact that kept knocking at the door- asking to be let out at the nearby pilot. Instead, Cain allowed the bubbling emotions to simmer for just a moment.
He let out a sigh, one hand letting the PDA rest against his lap, while the other massaged his temple.
"I'm surprised they didn't just brig you for this... Even if we have spare machines now, they're still being lax."
Cain made it no secret what he was getting at: that he thought Sean shouldn't be allowed to work with them for the moment, that what he was putting up with now wasn't quite enough.
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Post by Captain Ameijin! on Jun 30, 2018 17:00:32 GMT -6
“Treading on unsteady ground there,” Sean warned. “I wasn’t inviting ye to reprimand me. If I weren’t so thankful then I’d have knocked ye flat on yer ass the moment ye stepped out of yer mech.” The tone in his voice made it clear that it wasn’t totally off the table. Still, it wasn’t as though Cain didn’t have a point. He simply didn’t want to hear it. At least, not from him. Their failure had been a shared responsibility, yet he seemed all too eager to shunt the blame. Sean could tell by the way Cain spoke that venting his frustrations was merely an attempt to ease the burden he had placed on himself. “If ye want to beat yerself up over how the mission went, be my guest. Just leave me out of it.” Lacking the energy to draw this fight out, Sean lifted his own device onto his lap and attached a pair of wireless earphones. He set its built-in music player to [something calm] and eased his shoulders deeper into the bed. If Cain wanted to continue their conversation, he’d have to make the (doubtlessly painful) trek over to him.
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Post by fen on Jul 1, 2018 12:25:51 GMT -6
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Was his only reply, the pilot picking up his PDA once again, ignoring the videos that had been posted about the fighting in Shanghai.
It was clear that he didn't want to talk about it. Fine; he had made his point, and now he would be more wary about what his 'teammate' would be doing out in the field. Fingers crossed that they would never have to directly work together like that, but there were no such promises in life. It would be easier to learn how to deal with it than hope to not have to, anyways. A nurse stepped over, quietly whispering to the downed pilot that he could leave soon. He returned her a polite smile, reverting to a more professional demeanor after dealing with him.
It only took him a few moments to change back into what he had been wearing, the pilot stepping out behind some blinds that had been set up in their little corner of the clinic. He shot Sean one last look, sparing no expense in giving him a hearty glare before he left.
One day he'd shape up.
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