Edmund waved away the medic when she attempted to examine him, "<span style="color: red">I'm fine, Morimoto. I've been through worse and I know what a concussion feels like, I don't have one. As for our pilot, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to deny your request. We do not have blood to give her nor can I authorize you to take any from the other soldiers, I need as many able bodied fighters as I can get and all that would do is weaken those that I need strong. I'm not going to jeopardize the entire squad just to make a pilot's recovery a little easier.</span>" He turned to the clone pilot and spoke to her, his voice apologetic but retaining its commanding tone, "<span style="color: red">I hope you understand.</span>" The dark visor of his helmet hid his face from view, but he had a slightly remorseful look on his face. He knew that the pilot would be weakened, but he simply could not justify weakening any able bodied members of the squad to simply speed along the recovery of a member that wasn't even a front line fighter. Making decisions that could end in life or death was never easy no matter how long you had been doing it but Edmund knew that he was likely going to need fighters here right now, not pilots. His best chances laid in keeping the able bodied warriors of the group alive.<br/><br/>Once the Reptilian awoke and called out for him Edmund turned to him and responded, "<span style="color: red">I'm here, Sergeant. I'm glad you've made it here with us. I wish it could have been under better conditions, but I guess this is the best we can-</span>" Edmund was interrupted as the darkness punctuated by glowing cacti-like plants visible outside was suddenly turned into mid-day for a brief moment, making a massive insect that was slowly creeping toward the shuttle visible. It was not the insect that bothered him, he knew what that flash was from. The carrier they had narrowly escaped just had its reactor go through a critical meltdown. "<span style="color: red">Incoming EMP wave, shut down your electronics, now!</span>" Edmund quickly holstered his gun and then issued the mental commands to go through a 30 second shutdown of all his cybernetic systems. His left arm went dead, hanging limply at his side, along with the fingers on his right hand and the vision in his left eye suddenly went black as he prepared for the wave.<br/><br/>As the wave of electromagnetic energy passed over the shuttle the few remaining systems in it, mostly just the locks on the doors and life support systems, went haywire. The shuttle rapidly vented its interior atmosphere and let in the planets highly oxygen-rich atmosphere, likely causing a bout of sudden dizziness and light-headedness in those that were on-board, and the doors of the shuttle slammed open and then only the one on the side of the ship that had now become the ceiling slammed back shut before all systems of the shuttle simply stopped functioning entirely.<br/><br/>Edmund's cybernetic arm gave a few sharp twitches as the wave passed and his cybernetic fingers curled as he saw flashes of light in the vision of his currently deactivated eye. The cybernetic implant in his brain that manufactured flavors slightly malfunctioned as well, causing him to experience a sudden strange combination of flavors he couldn't quite place. Once it passed, however, the cybernetics showed no signs of permanent damage. He was happy he had such simple cybernetics and had little need to worry about them malfunctioning too badly or being damaged by EMP. Once he'd confirmed that no damage had been done to his own he called out to the rest of the group, "<span style="color: red">Everyone alright?</span>" His tone of voice was calm and collected, he was confident that if his squad here was able to make it out of that doomed carrier alive and get to this point an EMP wave was unlikely to do anyone in, though it never hurt to make sure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>