Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2012 14:57:09 GMT -5
((Appologies for the delay.... My schedule is AWFUL! I should be able to be on more often now. ;D I didn't want to write to much here, but if you want to skip ahead feel free 
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Sharp prereferral vision and a keen eye watched Stormchaser as Captain Richard dealt with the remaining bugs.
Watching the last geonosian flee from the corner of his eye, the clone captain was already spinning to attend to his brother. His fingers lightly flittered over the still figure, looking for any sign of other injury that could prevent him from being carried or moved. The fall would leave bruises, possibly broken bones, probably a concussion... minor due to the fact he was still conscious when he had rolled to a stop.
He had been sick, Richard could smell it through the filtration system in his helmet. It was odd however, sharp bits floating about. Reaching forward, he snatched part of the foreign object.
"Haar'chak!" He hissed angrily, crushing the piece of shell in a fist.
Brain worms. React negatively to cold temperatures. Normally control the host through the brain. If it had entered through the stomach, then perhaps there was time.
If a rib broke, who cares?!
First instinct was to ball both hands together into a massive ball and slam his fists into the trooper's stomach. Immediately following, he rolled him onto his side ot ensure that he didn't choke on his own vomit. If he could throw it up, the better. Maybe it was still floating about in his stomach; parasites, or anything in general, and acid generally didn't mix.
"This is Captain Richard... I need the largest food storage cooler emptied NOW. I need a transport large enough to carry atleast two at my location now... Double time!" Double checking his tracker was on, the medic grabbed hold of an arm and started carefully dragging Stormchaser to an easier pick up point.
The sooner he was cooled... the better...
))Sharp prereferral vision and a keen eye watched Stormchaser as Captain Richard dealt with the remaining bugs.
Watching the last geonosian flee from the corner of his eye, the clone captain was already spinning to attend to his brother. His fingers lightly flittered over the still figure, looking for any sign of other injury that could prevent him from being carried or moved. The fall would leave bruises, possibly broken bones, probably a concussion... minor due to the fact he was still conscious when he had rolled to a stop.
He had been sick, Richard could smell it through the filtration system in his helmet. It was odd however, sharp bits floating about. Reaching forward, he snatched part of the foreign object.
"Haar'chak!" He hissed angrily, crushing the piece of shell in a fist.
Brain worms. React negatively to cold temperatures. Normally control the host through the brain. If it had entered through the stomach, then perhaps there was time.
If a rib broke, who cares?!
First instinct was to ball both hands together into a massive ball and slam his fists into the trooper's stomach. Immediately following, he rolled him onto his side ot ensure that he didn't choke on his own vomit. If he could throw it up, the better. Maybe it was still floating about in his stomach; parasites, or anything in general, and acid generally didn't mix.
"This is Captain Richard... I need the largest food storage cooler emptied NOW. I need a transport large enough to carry atleast two at my location now... Double time!" Double checking his tracker was on, the medic grabbed hold of an arm and started carefully dragging Stormchaser to an easier pick up point.
The sooner he was cooled... the better...
