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:::Cora finally readies the cellular regenerative stimulant, the same formula that she just used to treat Bard. She lifts Tavin's sleeve and injects it. She tosses the gun aside, and gets the rest of the sheets:::

:::She had known it was the Seraphim. Not only did she have a feeling, she'd seen two slash marks, paralelle to one another, and proportionately distant from one another on her locket, as they were on Tavin's body. Only instead of scratching him, they seemed to have punctured him very deeply:::

He should not have gone to fight the Seraphim alone... Maggie, I have not seen this type of wound. You already know of instances where the Captain has fought with the Seraphim. Is it familiar?

*Tavin's bleeding is lessened by Maggie's pressure, but not stopped. Its as if the blood isn't coagulating in the wounds*

*Bard shakes his head* Never.. If this is The Seraphim's work, it's unlike any wound he's dealt before...

*The bleeding was now slowing considerably, but Tavin's breathing was shallow and his body very pale*

He needs a transfusion. :::She grimaced looking back down on him::: But there is no medical equipment here.

:::She presses a button on her cuff, and the same rectangular protrusion that tested Maggie's health earlier slid out. Cora used her finger to smear a drop of Tavin's blood onto it. She pressed one more spot on the cuff and it retracted, then a moment later the computer's voice sounded:::

Blood type analysis complete. Analysis error. Blood type inconclusive.

:::Cora had suspected as much. Tavin had explained once before that he was not human:::

:::She looked up at Bard and Maggie. Her eyes deep, and troubled. She knew what she had to do. There was no doubt in her mind, whether or not she would...but dealing with its consequences would perhaps be painful:::

:::With one last look at her friends, Cora pressed a button on her right cuff, it retracted a gap down the center and loosened slightly so that Cora could slide it off. Cora exposed her ungloved hand, and turned it palm up. With her other hand, she drew a line down the center up her forearm. Her skin latched open, as though on seemless hinges. Inside her arm was obviously mechanical. She pulled a very thick wire appart from some other, and unhooked it. Once sepreated from the others, its end was needle like. She moved over to Tavin's side, lifted up his wrist and wrested it on her lap, and inserted the wire. She was now hooked to him. Her head hung in shame, and she would not look at Bard or Maggie:::

*Maggie stares at Cora's arm, astounded, then towards Bard as he speaks.* What . . . ? *a thousand questions race through her mind, but she just shakes her head - now's not the time to give voice to them. Whatever Cora's doing . . . whatever Cora is, she's trying to save Tavin*

Cora . . . *Clones and cybernetics are well beyond Maggie's range of knowledge, but she can see that Cora is upset by the condition of her arm* Whatever happened . . . ye're still yerself, are ye not? *she looks once more at the wires connecting Cora to Tavin* And if yer . . . arm . . . can help Tavin somehow . . .