The Sentinel Fulcrum, 21: Not Exactly as Planned
10 Jan 2022Meowers
Oh, that was awesome. Even if this thing was able to regenerate... Hah. Rebuilding itself from a dissipating cloud of messed up atoms will take ages. And that explosion was amazing, with those blue and green tints, lightnings, streams of fuel, everything... Oh, should I say that I'm a festive fireworks specialist now?
Ooops. Actually, well... I was shot five times. And there's more painkillers than blood in me at the moment. Crap... At least that combat captivated me enough to forget about numbness, itching and that piercing pain everywhere..getting stronger and stronger... Really, I should go to the cabin, get the wrecked suit off and turn myself into a goddamn bandaged mummy while it's still possible. Few more hours and..it will turn into a hell. Health monitor screen was shattered, but I had those indicators working..uh. One blinking orange, two solid yellows. Stabilised, but..nothing good.
Creamy offered his help with covering our tracks by jumping back and forth again... Sounds like a good idea, yeah. I just hate when someone touches the sticks without my supervision, but, well..given the situation... Ah, okay. Rerouting the controls... Told him that he should make a few chaotic jumps and then plot a route to something inhabited... So I'll retake the controls, drop him off at any station of his choice and then ride a gurney straight to the local hospital. And also he was free to plunder the food locker too.
Also, yeah... Don't worry about me. Seen better days, but also seen worse. So... I'll get some bandages, less agressive painkillers, usual everyday meds and some coffee. I'm not going to collapse suddenly..maybe, hah. Thankfully, legs were relatively okay, I was able to move them and even walk to the cabin, not float around like a useless bag.
And, slowly and carefully walking to the cockpit door, I've turned around and asked...
"Am I... forgiven?"
Yeah, that hostage accident back then on Lozin. I've shown quite a harsh attitude towards this guy, as everything I knew was about his Imperial origins, connection to their noble figures, so, possibly a spoiled brat with a bunch of fetishes, blah blah blah... Not exactly right. He's a weird and a bit dim casanova, maybe even a virgin wannabe-casanova, huh, but certainly not a freaky creepy jerk. And not a coward, like most of their nobles. Anyway, my question was in vain, as he thought I was filled with meds and couldn't think normally. Shit... Should I tell him it's a kind of..my normal state? Ah, I'm going to hell for that sarcasm.
However... Goddammit!
I was shot doing someone's else work..again! Really should reassess stuff in my life while I still have them. Both the stuff and the life.
Wounds weren't that bad, but... Still looking painful. Armour suit was, uh, almost red. Blood of that 'Alliance' thug on the outside, and..mine inside. Yeah, I had some..blood loss. Explains the dizziness... Had to detach the damaged armour plates first.
Argh!.. Shit.. That's.. FFff... Awful! A piece of metal, from..one of the damaged plates, with those..jagged edges, was just sticking out of my right leg. Shit... Antiseptic... Damn, it's zero gravity, can't just pour it... Okay, let's use the towel...
Ffff..Argh! Crapcrapcrap...
It hurts, damn it... That new dose of painkillers, usual ones, not the heavy emergency shit..still far from their full effect, but, uh..no time to wait. Removing the wrecked suit parts could open the wounds again.. Ahhhh fff... Yup. That one in the stomach. Thankfully, not that deep to..mess up my internals. But.. Yeah, air here is full of blood drops now... Ahhh, I'll hate cleaning up the place.
And that last electric hit, just a bad burn... More antiseptic and it will be fine. Eventually. Hah.. Folks at Komotae Medical will completely love me... Ha.. hahaha... Aaah, crap, that's certainly some weird laugh... Floating here in the underwear, with blood drops all over the cabin, those wrecked metal plates.. Aaaahahaha.. What a crazy moment.
Damn, I'm so messed up, to be honest..
Ow, really, have to clean up my face too! Almost forgot, hah.
With that adrenaline boost wearing off as well.. Uh.. Super slow. Super clumsy. And.. Jumping sequences just had stopped. Looks like we were adrift now. So... Bandages, meds, and that old baggy suit, free and comfy.. And I'll be good to go. I'll be fine. Seen some even darker days...
And then Creamy showed up in my cabin. Without a warning, without knocking, damn! Just came here to see me floating in my underwear, surrounded by those blooded towels and bandages, wrecked suit parts, and started flapping a towel around, pushing the floating stuff towards the waste extractor filter. Ah, okay, okay, you want to help, but maybe you should first...Whaaaat?!
I've told him to stop touching me, dammit! No, goddamn, result!
And I was weightless, without my magboots! Wounded and weakened! Shit!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, more antiseptic, bandages, all that stuff... As if it was too difficult for me? Shit! Told him I've seen worse! And... of course. Putting me in the bed. Saying that I should stay here or he will tie me down. While he's going to 'take us to the medical blah blah blah...'
Haven't heard the rest of his speech. I've hated this moment with every cell of my soul. It was overwhelming. Hatred. Anxiety. Losing the control..again, dammit! I should've kept the door closed! I should've been listening for his steps! The jumps stopped, shit, it meant he was on his way to the damn cabin! It was possible to prevent that! Ffff...hate hate hate hate it! Just..can't think now..about anything else! Than! Putting! This! Guy! Into the damn cargo container! Nobody can say that crap to me, on my own ship! Shit, where was my head, what I was thinking about?! Just... One, just damn one moment of dropping the guard, and here we go. FFfff...
No, you won't get away from this.