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When the order to abandon came through, Kurohime shook her head, "I'd guess by that, someone knows what Demonix is." she stood up.
"Right, everyone capable of walking do so, we've only got a couple of minutes before who knows what arrives.
And anyone not capable of walking is to be helped. We're making our way to the hanger on this level, there should be a couple of transport ships waiting for us, though it may be a bit crowded." she what equipment she had out into her pack, then went over to the captain.
"Come on sir, we can't leave you behind." she said, pulling his arm around her shoulders, letting him lean on her when he stood up.
"Abul, Davidson, Marie, you lead the way, there should be no lizards en-route."
The rest of the wounded were carried or given support by the rest of the group as they left they saw the other marine groups arriving.
"Give us a hand, Abul, Davidson and Marie are in charge of directions." she said helping the captain along to the hanger.

Garrett merely shrugged at Kurohime's annoyance. He got that kind of crap all the time. Be more careful, watch what you're doing, explosives can kill, friendly-fire, BLAH BLAH BLAH... He'd never killed another Terran, and he never would. He was a demolitions expert for crying out loud, and a Terran to boot. He knew how his side ran their operations, and he knew how to handle his devices. Garrett could only get slightly irritated at other soldiers' ignorance, though. After all, they didn't know the art of demolitions. They knew how to pull a trigger, patch a wound, or hack a mainframe.

As he stood, he grabbed the nearest limping soldier and provided the proper aid, then glanced to Kurohime. "I understand your worries, ma'am, I do, but I am a demolitions expert. I know what I'm doing. Now let's get these boys back, eh? Less squabbling, more hobbling!" And with that he marched off, his injured companion in tow as he lit up another cigarette. A lot of people complained when he did that too. You'll give away the position, bad for everyone's health, disgusting, WHATEVER. Hadn't anyone heard of oxygenated purification? The art of cleaning one's lungs had only been around for the last century or so, geez...

((I'm so sorry I haven't beene able to post. School has been getting in the way.))


"Yes, I'm sorry for the delay. You don't appear to have a concussion so you are free to go after I bandage you up," Anita said briskly ignoring the annoyance in Steven's voice. She took a roll of bandages out of you medical case that she had with her. She had Steven bandaged up in a matter of seconds. "Happy?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.

"Finally! And, uh, thanks, i guess," Steven said as he got the OK from Anita. He quickly went to work prepping the fighter when over the comm he heard the order for all fighters back to the Hymn.
Steven let out a large groan and kicked the console. He missed his chance to go out again.
"Well I guess it gives me a chance to repair the ship," he said with a sigh as he climbed back out onto the wing. When he jump down from the wing he looked at the ship and for the first time saw how much damage it had taken.
He let out a long whistle as he looked over the damage. The ship had taken many hits across the entire haul, and there was shrapnel lodged in the ship. One piece of shrapnel was around four feet in length, and had punched a hole through the ship just behind the cockpit.
"Well. That was close," he laughed to himself. He looked over his shoulder to watch as the other fighters were returning. He saw the ships of Blue Squad come and land.
"Might as well ask what happened," he said and started to walk over to where Blue Squad landed.
"And don't touch my ship you vultures!" he shouted back as a group of mechanics moved in to work on Steven's ship. He went back to focusing on walking, and he started to realize just how much his head was throbbing now.

When the shuttle they were in landed in the Shuttle bay, Kurohime was glad to see there were loads of medics already there, but not to glad to see all the other injured.

"This could get interesting, will they be able to cope with the numbers?" she thought out loud, though quietly. She picked the captain up, he was in worse shape than ever, though that might have something to do with the morphine.
Once they were off the ship she handed responsibility over to the nearest medic.
"He's had 10ml of morphine, so if he says something odd, it's that and the blood loss." she explained to the medic.
"The dressings are from a BCH Med kit, I'll leave the rest to you." she added.

Once she was sure everyone on the shuttles in that particular hanger was off she rounded up her team.
"Lets get changed and back to engineering, from there we can work on a plan to get things in shape again. So lets be quick about it."
The group dashed off, and splilt up at various points heading to their quaters to get rid of the blood stained uniforms.

Kurohime unlocked the door to her quarters and raced to her wardrobe.
She passed a wall covered in photo's of friends she'd made back when she used to hitchhike across the galaxy, and friends from training, many of whom were with her in engineering now.

She pulled her uniform off, exposing pale skin to the cold of the room.
"So they had to turn the heating off except where they need to regulate temperature, wish they could have warned me." she muttered.
She pulled out her overalls and slipped into them, while they were not one hundred percent standard uniform, the engineers got away with it because of the things they had to do, and it helped to identify them from the redular crew.

Now she was changed, she grabbed her kit and ran all the way to engineering, which was on the same level as her quarters, just on the other side of the ship to her quaters.
Along the way she could see damage of varying levels, some areas sealed off by bulkheads.

The Alarms were currently on Blue Alert, since the battle was over, however tensions were high, what ever Demonix was it was about to arrive.
She took the shortcut through the observation deck, she needed to get to engineering fast.
Suddenly she stopped, she could see something through the viewers, her face went white,
"So that's why they call it Demonix." she whispered, her breathing becoming shallow.
She found she had to grip a pillar to steady herself, was she that scared?
She leant against the pillar to catch her breath, and realised the back of her overalls were soaked through, she ran her hands along the back and moaned
"Oh S***" when she saw the red stains.
"How come I didn't notice." she gasped as the wound began to sting badly.
"And how come no one noticed?"
She felt her vision blurring, she'd obviously lost a lot of blood, and the blood on her uniform on the lizard ship had been caused by the fighting, so she's already been covered in blood, and her uniform had already been torn a bit, and everyone being preoccupied with their tasks, no one else would have noticed.
So how come she had not.
"Damn Adrenaline." she whispered as she slumped to the floor unconcious.

Darian was out of luck. While having a small cut on his arm stitched, he checked the info monitors. Apparently, despite the blue alert, all crew were to stay on alert.
So much for my nap he thought.

With the adrenaline leaving his body, Darian was becoming more and more tired. To clear his head, he took a walk. He didn't follow any particular path. First he went to the galley to grab a quick snack. A sandwich and two cups of coffee later, he moved on, feeling a little more awake. Seventeen minutes and a bathroom break later, he found himself in an observation room. As he walked across the room to look outside, and something outside the window caught his eye.

Kai, Being in such horrible shape, had been rushed to the med bay immediately. A few more minutes and the trickle of blood still making it out would have become fatal. Luckily he made it, withing ounces of his life, literally. In the med bay, the first thing they did was put him under. The next was to amputate the ruined leg, and fit the stump with a nueral linked cap, which had some sort of medicine on the inside. Once it was linked up, the leg was temporarily replaced by a Cybernetic (robotic) one. He then had a few pints of synthetic blood, along with nutrients, sugars, and all that good stuff pumped in, because they needed him awake and ready for action. After this was done, he was woken up. The drugs they gave him to wake him cleared his head immediately, and he blinked and asked "Why do I have a metal leg now?" obviously the heavy doses of sedative erased a bit of his memory. The docters replied "Well, your leg got messed up so we had to amputate it. We need as many soldiers as possible for the next battle, especially experinced ones like you, so you were fitted with a Cybernetic leg while a replacement organic one is grown." "OH." was the Blonde man's simple answer. The docters released him, and he walked around a bit on the new leg to test it out. it worked well, but the only feeling was in the bottom, telling him whether or not his foot was on the ground. it would take getting used to, and a few minutes for the rest of the nerve links to attach themselves, which due to the nature of nerves was a painful process, and left Kai groaning in bain every few seconds as another attached itself. Soon, Kai walked down to the hangar bay to check on his baby, and get used to walking on the leg. After Darian had parked said vehicle, the hangar crew had moved it back to it's proper sopt, to keep it out of the way. Kai arrived at the miraculously unscathed fighter, though he knew it should be so, having no knowledge of it having been lent out. He looked around the bay, wishing for sunglasses, the number of welding torches working on damaged Scimitars was astounding. Many of the Hulks were have parts switched to less damaged fighters, to keep them operational, and a few frankenfighters were taking shape here and there.

In his pain and now in the noise of metalwork, Kai had yet to notice the grating sound of the wjite noise caused by Demonix.


Chapter one: End
(OOC: I hate double posting with a passion and now my mule account shall post the beginning of next chapter.)

The ride back to the Hymn was a smooth one. Smooth enough, even, for Garrett to take it standing. Once back on his mothership, he went right back to work. There would be more boarding procedures to be endured, and more s___ to blow up, thus he would need more explosives, and more attache gear.

When the red alert sounded, Garrett was ready. He lit up a fresh cigarette and tucked away the lighter as he strode into the launch bay. Soon, they'd be calling for invasion teams, and he planned on being one of the first guys out. No doubt they'd need a demos expert for th...

Garrett stopped midstride to gaze out at the enemy fleet. It was huge, and on top of that they had one hell of a flagship. It was most certainly rivaling the dimensions of the Hymn, but what left Garrett worried the most was the grotesquely gigantic cannon. It could easily blow a moon to bits, not to mention a ship such as the Hymn. This was going to be a battle for the ages...

And Garrett was senior demolitions expert aboard the Battle Hymn.... How exciting.