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Jack nodded in confirmation to Garrett, walking into the room gingerly. What had he been thinking, not caring if Thomas died or not? Hadn't he just been telling himself that he was only a kid? The mental torrent came flooding back into his brain, but Jack heaved it to the side. No. What happened on Turanis was his own problem, to be solved on his own time. He had a job to do, and if he let the past cloud his mind, more people could end up dead.

And he had enough blood on his hands.

Kai was certainly acting like he was ignoring it. Truthfully, he was doing a decent job at it; lots of men died on the field, and he'd been in worse spots than that. but for some reason that didn't sit well with him. He supposed it was simply the fact that those men had been taken hostage, and that Corporal Logan had been unarmed and unable to defend himself when he was killed. It was all the more reason to hate these lizards who, for all their stupidity, could be cunning and sneaky, stabbing you in the back when you least expected it. Kai shook his head, angry, a few flecks of blood spattering the floor around him, and realized that Thomas was probably right about the Bandage.

Remaining sitting down, Kai pulled the miniscule medpac most marines carried with them off of his belt, and grabbed a gauze pad and some gauze tape, wrapping the bandage securely around his head to keep the bleeding down. He picked up the helmet and plopped it on his head, moving his bangs out of the way, revealing the large scar across one eye, but allowing him to see a little better. The Captain then set about attempting to latch the helmet on to no avail, the snap had broken, leaving the straps hanging at the sides of his head, so he simply tucked them into the fabric covering the ceramic shell of the helmet.

By now, Kai's message had gone through and the second wave of troops were making their way into the Artemis, breaking through to the lower levels, which they would soon begin to clear out. In the upper levels, where the first wave now was, the Drathonians had begun to figure out they were being herded, and tried other methods of getting about, but enterprizing Terran captains, now with security camera feeds into their HUD's, as well as detailed maps, began hunting down isolated groups of drathonians, as well as a few squads assembling to assault the larger group created through the novel use of a technology known as remote door operation. Nothing more would come to bother CIU 215, or the last few soldiers from Oscar Element. The day was won, but now it was sit tight and wait duty for the two squads that had captured the bridge.

Thomas turned to Sehene, crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and stretched his mouth out freakishly. It was impressive; it was almost practiced. Add to the effect the blood spattered on his face and clothing and the crazy positioning of his eyebrows and it was just... wow. Why would the soldier be so good at this? Freaky. He relaxed again and leaned against the wall.

"Huh? $#!%, forgot about the rest of Oscar!" Kai chastised himself, snatching up his little medkit and jogging over to Arkasian. "Sorry about that, soldier" Kai muttered, looking at the gnarled mess of the Marine's legs. "Whoo. Looks like you get replacements" Kai said, sarcastic enthusiasm abounding, as he pulled out some form of rope or something and began to Tourniquet off the legs to stop the bleeding. he reached around, grabbing Arkasian's own medkit, and did what he could to clean it up, as well as handing the soldier a few painkillers. He then went over to Harding, and Checked him over, it seemed the Techie was mostly unharmed, he had taken a hit in his armor then knocked himself out by ricocheting off the wall.

At Garret's call, Kai said "Well, Check a little farther, maybe he went somewhere to take a leak when he thought the battle was over or something" Kai finished tending to the two soldiers in the pit before returning to his spot on the steps, and laying back, attempting to relax, but his stiff armor getting in the way.

Thomas looked to the Oscar element's various survivors, tried to feel really deeply bad for them, and felt a glimmering of pity, but immediately instinctively shrugged it off. Who knew? They might be dead tomorrow. They might be dead in five minutes. The point was, they weren't strictly speaking dying, and Thomas wasn't a medic anyway. Who was he accusing? Thomas was still even coming down from an adrenaline high - these things happened.

Then Garrett started requesting the door to be closed. Thomas stood up, cocking an eyebrow in suspicion. He sounded... urgent. What was going on? And... a shout? Gunfire? Thomas came up over the trench, ran to the door, and came around. What the...? "Go, go!" Thomas advised Garrett, patting Garrett's shoulder to tell him to go, raising his Bro, and unleashing a hail of energy onto the frogs - covering fire, basically. "Get yourself safe, I'll cover you!"

Well. So much for suppressing fire. Oh well. He gave up on shooting them temporarily to throw himself into a roll away from them, hoping that the door would shut; he didn't count on it, bringing himself up to a knee and reloading then preparing to shoot at them if they came through. "Hendlow, what do we do if they come through?!" he grunted, preparing to blast... whatever they were.

"Ehhh...?" Sehene recoiled from the insane facial expression of the marine, wondering how in the galaxy he could do that. She looked to the pilot and nodded, "I think that one over there just broke the laws of physics..." She frowned in his direction again, and then was distracted by gunshots, and the sudden movement of everyone. She stood up, gun in hand, "What was that?" Her voice returned to the stern and mechanical sound it held earlier, the presence of danger switching her back to 'fighting mode' so-to-speak.