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"Er, considering the state of you, I'd say we're OK. What the feth happened in there?!" Marc replied, mouth aghast at the injuries that had been sustained by Ysbriel on this, a supposedly simple mission!
Alf leans on Leonara, trying to find a way for them to hold each other up without injuring themselves further. "This one is sorry about your burns... We had not anticipated your attack when we threw the grenade" he said, then looking both of them over, he had a croaky chuckle. "Hopefully the ships medical facilities can get us back into some semblance of combat readiness, this one would hate to be left out of the hunt now... We have a score to settle."
Vanys has been cleaning the front cabin from the vespid-splatter with a rag, when the Ogryn arrives with the first injured.
He quickly searches his tool-bag for something, when Ysbriel asks him and sets up a syringe and speaks to him with an apologetic tone:
"All I've got is this, it's a muscle relaxant. It will take away most of your pain, but it might also cause you to empty your bowels, depending on your metabolism. Unfortunately the stealth suited Tau took my only tranq syringe with him. You want me to give this to you?"
"Well, there was this small firefight with these two Vespidos who waited outside. Me and Marc got rid of them. I must admit, it was quite thrilling, since I haven't really used my laspistol in the past 5 years. I was quite happy that it still worked. Mostly I've just been here in the half-track, keeping company to Marc's new girlfriend here."
Red Silk points his thumb towards the girl, who's still buckled up in the front seat and has most of her clothes were littered with pieces of the dead vespid.
"I tried to clean her a bit already, but I think she'll need a shower when we get back. Well, good luck they aren't her parts that are around the front cabin. Try to get some rest now, I'll go start the engines and prepare us for extraction. Let's just hope that someone meets the mission objective until we leave, otherwise our employer might reconsider about hiring us..."
As he climbs on the driver's seat and ignites the engine, he chuckles to himself:
Ysbriel showed no interest on the unconscious, body splattered woman.
++Juntas, things went to hell. We entered a gang hideout in an attempt to learn more about the target and things went sour. We got into a firefight and the long and the short of it is that myself, Leonara, Grogg and Alf are all wounded and attempting extraction. Now we are somewhat relying on Mal'Caor to finish the contract. He is infiltrating the base undetected++
++30 is a bit of an over statement, I know for a fact there were only 28 guards in the entire complex. I found a list just before the brawling started. I reckon with the guys we've killed there can't be more than 8-10 left++
++Hey, don't bite my head off. Zix and Lint are available to help now too.++ ++On the phone++ ++Here Zuntaz++ ++Can we have a list of casualties, location, equipment problems, requests, anything that we can help with?++
++He said no casualties. We seem to have wounded aplenty ...++ Marc sighed, exasperated. They just needed Mal'caor to finish the mission and they could go, and try and forget this disastrous first mission.
++Human, Ogryn, Eldar and Kroot medical.++ Lint breaks in: ++I can whip up some of this salve here in the kitchen. It'll be ready by the time you're back.++ ++Hey Alf, you can adapt your DNA right? Some Kroot friends of mine tried rejigging their DNA to heal themselves. It worked occaisionally too.++