Everything was a blur to Maethia at this point. Her boots pounded against the floors and a cold sweat broke out across the Asari’s brow as she raced for the crawler. Her shoulder throbbed witch each footfall and it was enough to blur her vision every time as she struggled to cope. Still, she was a soldier and so she bit her lip and struggled through it. Thanks be to the Goddess for adrenaline.<br/><br/>As they closed in closer and closer to the crawler Maethia folded her rifle as best as she could with one hand and slapped it on the maglock at the small of her back. Things were going to get tight, that was for sure, and the last thing she needed was her only good hand being occupied by something as bulky as her modified rifle. Lights died and still she paid no attention to that nor when Darion broke off to plant explosives did she ever remove her eyes from her goal, getting into the Goddess-damned crawler and hopefully making it out of this in something as close as possible to one piece.<br/><br/>She runs alongside the ponderously moving vehicle for a moment, loudly cursing at her inability to use both arms before with a pained yell she reaches up and manages to get a firm grip one one of the crates inside. She stayed in that position for a moment, lets uselessly kicking and shin guards pounding the heavy metal plating of the crawler. ‘<span style="color: blue">Shit this doesn’t look good Maethia.. Just suck it up you can get it looked at  later.’ </span>With that thought as her impetus she bites her lower lip, puts on her big girl asari pants and manages to get in the crawler, landing on her injured shoulder in a jarring crash that was definitely not short on pain.<br/><br/>The Asari simply laid there for a moment, her thoughts slowed to a crawl and her vision swimming in and out of focus from the quite sudden shock that she hardly even registered the moving of the vehicles and the shouting of orders, or even the explosion as they raced through husks to make it back to the Acheron.  So instead of even trying to she simply laid there and closed her eyes, nursing at her wounded shoulder and letting the supposed safety that was the bed of the crawler serve as her succor from the storm of desiccated that threatened to sweep over them and destroy them.<br/><br/>The grinding of metal on metal and loud buckling jarred her from her voluntary oblivion however, the Asari feeling the juddering vibrations through her injured frame once more and letting out a less than pleased groan as she tried to sit up. It took a little effort but eventually Maethia managed to arrange herself so that her back was at least propped against the ‘wall’ of the bed. Her eyes blink blearily and with an uneven breath she finally manages to clear that persistent haze and make at least some sense of the commotion. People were injured ,scared and perhaps needed a change of underwear but alive. The acting officer seemed to have gotten the worst of it, something that made the former commando frown.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: blue">“Everything about this mission just managed to go perfectly FUBAR.”</span></b>As Maethia casually throws around a human expression the Asar woman deals with the pain of getting out of the crawler once more, trying to walk as to not continue jilting her shoulder.   It wasn’t like herself to seek out aid but deciding it was best to simply get it over with the purple skinned woman gestures Milynea , nodding her head before undoing the seals on her helmet with one hand and all but ripping it off her head. Immediately she wrinkles her nose at the smells around but simply shakes her head and blinks her watery eyes a few times.<br/><b><span style="color: blue"><br/>
“ Could really use some painkillers if there’s any in the bag. Won’t lie, kinda hurt my shoulder, miss.” <br/>
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