His veins felt like they were flash freezing at the sight. The dragging marks, the unmarred location, told him of a losing fight leading to cold blooded torture. Kind meant to send a message, written in her execution. His vision swam for a moment, before he realized those were tears.<br/><br/>Tarrok was going to kill whoever did this. Slowly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sage, I'm going to need your help, okay?"</span><br/><br/>Their was a sad little questioning noise.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Go back into the last room and get me some cloth. A cloth and a board of some kind, okay?"</span><br/><br/>Sage nodded and he let her down. Once he was sure she padded to the next room, he knelt by his wife. First step was untying her from the crude display that'd been rigged up. When Sage came back, he quickly assembled bandages and splints. Until she could be gotten to a rejuvenation chamber, it was important that blood loss was minimized and additional damage prevented.<br/><br/>Sage turned away from the sight, unable and unwilling to comprehend it. Tarrok held Aiko, as gently as he could, before putting a hand around his daughter. His minds eye focused on Rhona's clinic, all the way in the colony. Then with a warp of local space, he took the three of them their.