Darion wished he could have gotten the comeback that was on the tip of his tongue out before the pain of their work started to wrack his body.  And he thought he had a good one too.  Oh well, he stayed silent as they worked on treating the man.  Or more like just while Jess treated the main wound and got cringes of pain from him.  Ugh, last time he flys in somewhere that everyone ensured was clear and silent.<br/><br/>At least they were done and getting back to work while Darion held the bandage pressed to his side to stem the flow of blood after Jess's touch.  It was even better to see people off doing something, though it was strange that Andrea, the most serious seeming of the gears, that was the one staying back to tend to their CO.  Especially after the vulgar jokes and statements he had been making.<br/><br/>His attention came around when there was the call of a wounded Kid, and the sound of the voices and what was all being said over at the door, Darion guessed a stranded kid.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Guess they decided we must all be dead and had to loot our bodies before the locust beat them to it.”</span>Darion grumbled though he thought of ordering Jess to go take care of the kid.  But, seeing the medic running over to the door that Jeanette was at guard at, and figured she had it handled.<br/><br/>That let him focus on Andrea and what she was doing.  It was impossible not to see her hand shaking as she pulled out that small bag of pills.  Why was her hand shaking while holding that bad, and what were those pills?  A couple of the thoughts that ran through his head he thought weren't handed out anymore since so many people had died and the need for re-population.  But then after a crash, how would someone remember something like that?<br/><br/>The question was answered though when she said that she was going to fix his shoulder, and handed him the pill she had pulled out.  A pain killer, good, but the intense euphoria part made him look at the drug in his hand and immediately debated against actually using it.  If the Locust got here, him being in a euphoric rush would be a bad thing.  No, he had had dislocated shoulders before, and he knew how much it would hurt.  He stuck the pill in one of the pouches around his waist that had his rations while Andrea was going to retrieve his weapons.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">“Just do it.”</span>Darion said, obviously not going to find anything at this moment to make a vulgar joke at this.  As soon as she began her work on the shoulder, Darion gritted his teeth and growled at the waves of pain that immediately began running through him.  The growling made it obvious that he hadn't taken the pill.  He continued to growl a bit before laying back and laughing lightly.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Oh yeah, just peachy.  Ready for a round in bed if you can find one.  Though your not as gentle as any women I've been with, could be a wild night.”</span>he said, finally making his vulgar joke while making sure his shoulder could move now.<br/><br/>After a few minutes and looking at his weapons, he moved the arm attached to his previously not working shoulder over to hold the bandage at his wound and offered his right hand up.<span style="color: DarkRed">“hey Andrea, help me up.  Let's see who came to came to raid our corpses.  And I hear you Frost.  Keep your eyes open, as soon as you see the Locust, tell us and give us a distance.”</span>Darion ordered up through the hole in the roof.<br/><br/>With Andrea's help, Darion moved over to the door to eye the stranded woman and her patchwork armor.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Jess, how's the kid doing?”</span>he was wandering what he should do with this woman as he didn't take his eyes off hers after that first scan.  She was obviously a stranded by her looks, she looked malnourished a bit.<span style="color: DarkRed">“so stranded, who are you?”</span><br/><br/>…...............................................<br/><br/>The boy was unconscious by the time Vyk had gotten him to the gears, and his cloths soaked by his own blood.  He was dying from the blood loss, and Vyk's bandage had barely been able to keep the blood from flowing through the hole in the boy's front and back.  The round had gone through and had exited his back.  The boy was dying unless it could be stopped.   It had taken too long to get the boy there.  Even if Jess was able to stop the bleeding they would need somewhere to stay that would be safe  where she could keep an eye on all her patients if they could escape.<br/><br/>…................<br/><br/>The locust were approaching slowly, not expecting any resistance, all of them at 700 Meters from the Town hall and the crash.  10 minutes away at least.  Each one were moving into one of the main streets of the old city, at least two dozen drones and a pair of boomers with a Theron Guard in charge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>