Ok, Andrea was right, it did hurt to have the Helmet removed from his head.  He groaned by didn't struggle too much against it, it was just another to add to a list of things that hurt.  The side of his head throbbed when the pressure of the helmet was removed.  The groan turned to words as he decided to comment.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Ow, not exactly gentle are you?”</span>he couldn't help but smile a bit at the comment through the pains over his body.<br/><br/>Of course, Darion couldn't help but grin a little lewdly at Jeanette's comment.<span style="color: DarkRed">“I vote for that idea if the Doc doesn't have any of her own.”</span>of course, right now, he had the bad idea that he wouldn't be surviving through this, not something he wanted to let his mind focus on.  The Lewd comments were a very good distraction.  Kept his mind thinking about something other than his injuries.  Too bad about the women wearing armor, his imagination could work better if he had something more to go off of other than just their faces and hair.<br/><br/>Finally, Doc took the time to move over and inspect her other patient, she was getting a lot of practice to her skills.  He listened to what she said, and the curse didn't sit well in his head for a moment.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Shiiit...”</span>he cursed lightly in return at her assessment of the wound on his side.  He groaned again at the thought of taking the armor off, knowing his left shoulder wouldn't agree too well to the movement that would be needed.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Aw, hell... shouldn't we be in a bedroom if I am gonna be strippin for 3 women?”</span>he smiled before he and them began removing his armor, him trying his best to help with his unhurt right arm.  A wince hit his face as the armor jostled over a bruise or minor cut that didn't really mean much of anything at least until they started moving the plates around his left shoulder.  Once on those parts of the armor that needed taken off the jostling it all made him growl out in pain for a moment before he just gritted his teeth and bared with it.<br/><br/>Once all the armor was off his body and the shirt was out of the way, his muscles stood out showing he was no pushover.  He looked like a gear.  Especially with the obvious scars around his torso.  His stomach had a pair of older bullet scars in the muscle, and his right bicep a trio of scars that match the ones on jess's face, but healed and older than hers.  The burns on his legs were not in view because his lower armor did not need removed to inspect the wounds.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Ok, that hurt, shoulder is definitely dislocated.”</span>if nothing else though, the scars proved he could deal with pain.  He gritted through the burn of the wound being cleaned and disinfected.<br/><br/>Past that he did what he was told, and didn't argue too much.  Ok, as the pain cleared his mind enough to know that they couldn't just sit here, that he couldn't just sit here.  It was only a matter of time before the locast came searching and they needed to be gone by that time.  But if they were hurt and bleeding when they did run, then they wouldn't get far.  He just had to grit through the pain and get mobile as soon as possible.  He had thought she would think of something more than just putting heavy bandages on the wound.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Must not be all that bad if you don't want any more than the bandage on it.  Feels worse than it is?”</span><br/><br/>Any man would have to admit, he liked being fussed over by multiple women, he just wished it wasn't in this type of situation.  There was another voice from the raven somewhere, their demo expert, and it sounded like he was in decent condition.<span style="color: DarkRed">“Frost, if your not injured bad enough to not fight, get up to the roof of this building and look around.  Watch for anything approaching.  If the Grubs are coming, I want to know how far away.  How much time we have.”</span>he ordered, glancing around for his weapons.  He didn't feel them at his back, especially since the armor was off.<span style="color: DarkRed">"... and can someone find my weapons in this rubble?"</span><br/><br/>…..........................................<br/><br/>The locust themselves that were the closest to the town hall were just under a mile away, moving at a walking pace.  In total there were about two dozen drones on their way to the town hall accompanied by a pair of boomers for heavy lifting.  They did not expect puny humans to survive that spectacular crash.  And if any did,  they were not likely to be able to fight back well.  A Raven could be some valuable salvage, as would the weapons and armor from the gears.  Each one of them were from the emergence hole in the marketplace area of the city.<br/><br/>The Locust from the hillside hole were spreading out and finding suitable areas to set up a base.  They were Savages, the locust that were the Grub equivalent of stranded.  They were going to make this city their home, the mountains around it also provided unflooded caverns.  And leading from them the now dug pathways down to the city.  There were older ones under the city though that weren't well used that the new ones had branched off of.<br/><br/>The locust that had surfaced at the hotel had moved the seeder clear and piled out a dozen drones and a Theron in lead.  They moved into the nearby hotel and began checking for humans slowly in each level .  They scaled the building to get to the roof, and a good vantage point for looking for humans<br/><br/>…......................................<br/><br/>The boy was crying, holding on the the girl with all his might while the bullet wound in his gut bled out along the girl's armor where it touched, and leaving a trail.  All he could do was hold on to the girl and start to fade with the loss of blood.   Him and Vyk would be at least 800 meters from the town hall and the recovering gears.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>