The night was cold, so very cold, that it was impossible for anyone to remain unconscious for long, and unfortunately for Super Sailor Vespa, that seemed to be the case. Somewhere along the line, he had slipped into unconscious, and he knew that he had to have drifted off because he was waking up some place he didn't even remember being. By the time the Wasp senshi was aware of his surroundings, he was spending a greater part of his energy trying to figure out exactly how he got to this place, and what had happened moments before.

He didn't have to think for too long, as the flash of movement from the corner of his eyes caused him to immediately jerk his head to the side, moments away from raising his fists to strike only to see that it was a familiar general that moved towards him. “General Mica! I’m sorry, you startled me…”

Seeing her reminded him of the reasoning for being in uniform this evening. Seeing her reminded the senshi as to why he felt sore and achy all over, and a quick look at her garments reminded him that the battle had taken an interesting turn, just before the end. There was blood and soot on her clothing, as well as his own, and he didn't object to her touch, as she appeared to be checking his pulse. “General, what happened? How did we end up here? Who’s…”

He looked closer, wincing against the pain of the attack he couldn't remember enduring, to see just how much blood soaked her clothing, and had he looked to his left, he would have seen the bloodied spear. He would have known whose blood that was… Yet, he had to ask. “Who’s blood is that? Are… Are you alright?”

For once so young and lithe, he was much heavier than he appeared to be, and even with the strength she was blessed when accepting Chaos into her body, she found herself growing weary with having to carry the young man over her shoulders. Somewhere along the way, Vespa had slipped into unconsciousness and the Negaverse generals Mica and Benitoite had split up, likely to throw off the enemy’s trail should any of them get the idea to pursue the general that was absolutely certain that she had taken a life that evening in a pathetic attempt to seek to avenge their fallen comrade. In truth, she welcomed them to try, even with the dead weight on her back.

Speaking of dead weight, it would figure that the moment she set the senshi down that he started to come around, and yet, Mica never once complained or spat at her bad luck. She took a moment to scout the area and make absolutely certain that they were safe before moving to his side, and now that they weren't in immediate danger, she took a moment to look over him. Checking his vitals, seeing if he had suffered any second degree burns from that shock, as EMT habits died hard.

When he regained consciousness again, she wasn't too surprised that he seemed to have been in a daze, and while it was easy to take a jab at his faulty memory, she reminded herself that he had taken a rather nasty hit from the enemy and the shock might have fried that brain of his. Popping open her medkit, she tried not to smile as she answered his questions, before pushing forth her own. “The enemy’s. I’m fine… how are you feeling? Dizzy? Any trouble breathing? Are your fingers feeling numb?”

“The enemy’s?” Vespa asked, looking at the blood and not really acknowledging her probing fingers or her questions. At that moment, he was reeling from the sight of blood and the sheer amount of it that lingered on her clothing, and just like that, he remembered the event, clear as day, as if someone had turned on the reel in the back of his minds.

They had participated in an ambush at Captain Natron’s request. Apparently many of their enemy had decided to gather in one spot and that kind of activity was always seen as suspicious, and Vespa, ever loyal and diligent, was quick to accompany Mica to the scene. The fight itself wasn't one that Vespa wanted to remember, as it appeared he was only good for making a damned fool of himself. At some point in the fight, someone, a Senshi with platinum white hair and a pink dress, had launched an attack at one of their own, a general in black and blue, and Vespa was quick to respond by foolishly throwing himself in the way of the attack. Had Teallite been there, she would have been extremely disappointed in his needless sacrifice, but he figured the excruciating pain he was in should have been enough of a punishment.

But one other event was clear in his mind, and he looked at Mica, green eyes widen behind the multicolored visor. His next words were nothing more than a mumble, but he was certain that she had to have heard him. How could she not have, when he frightened himself with just how hollow his own words were? “You… you stabbed that senshi, didn't you?”

General Mica was often seen as cold, ruthless, frigid as the polar ice caps and said to be unmovable. And she was certain that with the way Vespa was staring intently at her that she must have completely fit the role to a T, as despite his bug-eyed visor she could read his expressions very, very clear. She understood what he was going through, and it wasn't that she was unsympathetic to the rising turmoil within him. She simply had more important matters on her mind, such as his health and safety. Not only was he an ally, but she made a promise to Benitoite and it was one that she was more than willing to keep.

Even though he didn't answer any of her questions, she could tell that he’d need to be monitored throughout the night, either by herself or a doctor, and the general let out a small, distressed sigh when she looked through her medkit and found nothing that would have been of much use to her in this situation. His question would not go without an answer, however, and she could only wonder if he was shivering from the shock of the attack he was recovering from, or from the frigid tone of her voice. “Of course I did. Captain Natron gave the order, and I obeyed. And I would have killed more had their ringleader not set the building ablaze.”

Vespa had completely forgotten about the flames at the end of the event, though it would have completely explained the sudden helter-skelter feel of their departure at the end. Not that he really remembered thanks to the effects of that senshi’s attack. But at the moment, he didn't feel or acknowledge any of his wounds, both ones inflicted on himself thanks to his attack as well as the other senshi’s, and while he could feel himself shaking, he wasn't quite sure what the cause of it was. Except that it may have had something to do with the haunting image of Mica thrusting her spear through the senshi’s gut and then lifting her into the air, as though she was nothing more than a banner being raised.

“... is… is she dead?” Vespa asked, softly, uncertain if he was really asking this, or why he was even asking this. Whether she was dead or not didn't matter, but the notion of questioning why simply escaped his reasoning. These weren't questions he should have been asking. She was the enemy. She had to die. He knew that, but… he couldn't shake that something felt wrong about it. Was it in Mica for being so needlessly brutal? Or was it in him, for questioning the order that was given.

He was starting to feel sick to his stomach, and he showed in the way he tried to bring his knees to his chest. Why did he feel like this? Why did he find himself trembling in her wake? Did she regret her actions? Did she regret not doing more? She certainly sounded like she did, given that last statement.

An enemy was dead, and yet, why did he feel this way?

“My stomach hurts…”

“I’m not sure. She should be dead, unless the enemy were capable of instant healing.” Mica said, her tone flat but being completely honest with the blonde youth. “The moment she set the place on fire, General Benitoite and I carried you out and the rest of our forces scattered. First responders would have been there long enough for her to breathe her last breath but nothing more.”

She didn’t think ill of the senshi for his apparent shock, but what she wasn’t sure of was if the shock was caused by his wounds or by what he was remembering. Vespa may not have understood what he was going through, but Mica did, and despite her frigid nature, she did find a small part of her grow sympathetic towards his obvious distress. Her smile was small, and though it took some effort, she snapped the thick cloth at her waist and draped it over Vespa’s shoulders, all the while trying to explain. “It’s alright. You’re just going through shock right now- nothing fatal, though this does mean I’ll have to get you to a hospital. Give me a moment, and we can-”

What she was going to say was that she would teleport the both of them to the nearest hospital and take care of matters there. What cut her off, however, was the tingling of a nearby order energy signature, and it was all too quick for Mica to succumb to the desire to rush towards it. She had two options, grab the youth and teleport him to the hospital, or, she could leave him bundled here and go take care of her pursuer. No doubt it was one of the senshi looking for revenge, and who was she to deny them that right to die along with their comrade?

“Change of plans. Stay here, and stay quiet. I’ll return shortly.”

Had Vespa been in his right mind, he would have tried to convince her to stay, or in the very least, teleport him to the hospital, or at least his home. He was no medic nor did he know anything about the field, but he was certain that it was considered a bad idea to leave someone who was going through shock alone. But what could he say or do? When General Mica told him to stay put, that might as well have been an order, and Vespa, even in the pathetic state he was in now, could only bob his head up and down and speak softly. “Yes, ma’am…”

And just like that, she was gone. She grabbed her blood-stained spear and took off, not seeming to care about her missing clothing and only moving faster without something like that to encumber her. Vespa watched her leave, surrounded by nothing but silence and his own maelstrom of thoughts, and that was a very, very dangerous place to be right now.

“My stomach still hurts…”

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