Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[SaphireTsuki]

A whine, her movements suggesting utter fear... until she's put into the medical bay. The room was enough to make her panic again, and a shout filled with utter terror, "JAMIL!!!!" A cry not for lost family, or for mercy... but for someone she knew would be by her side if he could. However, the shout was all that she could do, letting herself go limp and unconscious, tears slightly shining in the back of her eyes, one teardrop falling as her eyes closed. She doubted he'd survive, after all...


As for her wounds... she had a broken arm, and the skin on her back had been mostly scraped off, just enough to start bleeding, as her armored-hair had blocked most of the damage. Her entire body would bruise, be tender and in need of rest, but she'd heal quickly enough.

 

[Neshimo]

"You're going too need a healthy diet when you wake up, yet that comes later. For now, let's get your body better." He hooks her up first too the IV, then turns her over slowly, getting all of the metal shards from her back, and cleans her back up the best he can before applying the fake skin gel for her too heal off of. Next for the broken arm, knowing it would heal after some time, all he does is place a bit of bone marrow between the pit of the elbow, then treats the bruises accordingly. Afterwards, along with the IV, he goes off too the kitchen, too prepare her meal for when she awakes.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire slowly woke, hand reaching blindly for one of her eyes. A swift rub, her looking around for Jamil, or anyone... but mostly for Jamil. When had she grown so attached to him? Sure, she liked having people close, but she was sure that he'd been the only person she'd been terrified of having die on her... since her sister. Unable to see anyone, her not being able to move her head at the moment, she just asked, "J-Jamil's alive, right?"

 

[Neshimo]

The doctor comes into the room, with a plate of meat and eggs, for her, and places it on the table beside her. "Ah, your awake. Good, thought we lost you there." Not hearing her question before, he gets some materials ready too check up on her and looks over at her stature. "You really do look human, all in all, the commander was right. Though, we both know you aren't, so I've been especially assigned too you."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

An urge to wince, quickly hidden, before it even took root in her movements. It was just like when she served him... she had to keep herself blank to view. "Yes, I'm sure you have been." Moving quickly, ignoring the pain in her arm from the broken bone... that'd be fine by tomorrow, she began eating. A few bites in she paused, put down her fork, and asked - almost as an afterthought, though it was the most important question she could think to ask - "And how is Jamil, my partner? The sniper in our cell."

 

[Neshimo]

"The sniper...I'm not sure. I'm just here for you, though if he's not on post, he'd be helping with the plans in the west part of the building, charting out the new plan of attack, since stealth is now out of the question. They sent squads all over the forest, trying too capture all the facilities here. Now that we have, it's about time the resistance can really fight back. With supporters and money from all the missions you've done. The town liberated, all the way too here, it's still not as big as we wanted, though pretty big for what we expected." While Jamil and Saphire were important, they weren't the only ones sent out on missions. They were just the most capable for stealth, though that's been broken.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A sigh... unreadable to an outsider, but filled with all her sorrow and fear. She looked up to him, and said almost apologetically, "I assume we're not to continue, then? Our main skill... infiltration and assassination, is now practically useless, after all." She refused to stop saying 'we'. He had to be alive, or she wouldn't be able to live, she knew. And the doctor hadn't said he was dead, only that Jamil was unaccounted for. She swiftly returned to her meal, eating like a man starved, not wanting her life shaved off more than it already was.

 

[Neshimo]

"Not necessarily, for we're still going too need a team too go in and kill him, which is what originally was going too happen either way. Only difference is, a war will be going on behind you." Picking up the chart, he looks down the list for the name she'd said, though nothing comes up and he decides too do a quick run just too make sure. "I'd give it until you've finished your meal, and a good 30 minutes before you can go out depending on how fast they really do work. The moment you can, please make your bed, and I'll be working on the next patient. I'm glad I could work with you"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A nod, "I as well. It's a pleasure to work with someone as fast on the uptake as you." Most doctors freaked out the moment she started knitting herself together. She estimated that her arm would be fine in ten-twenty minutes, the food was already being broken down in her stomach, so she was working well. It was good there was so much food, she'd need the protein for her skin on the back. Probably she'd need to eat two or three more meals filled with meat, if she wanted the best results. A pause, "I... I'm certain my pupils were affected, the last fight I went into predator mode. They're... normal now, right?" She hoped she'd managed to catch him before he left, but she hadn't looked up since she began eating.

 

[Neshimo]

The doctor ask around the medical bay for a Jamil, over too each patient. Some thinking they've heard the name, others not very sure, and most utterly clueless. Though he treats their wounds all the same, and tell them too stay as long as needed, as the supplies stolen, and people recruited, are rising in number quickly, and the whole resistance is working. They'll need the rest. Coming full circle, he gets back too her room after about 15 minutes too check up on her. "You can have a meal in the cafeteria when you need more, ah and the Jamil fellow, not sure if he's here or not still."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Well, she hadn't caught him, but nodded when he returned. "Right. I'll leave in a bit and look for myself." Where could he have gone? Was he still hurt? He had best have lived. She sat there for another fifteen minutes, her arm no longer hurting, and pain from her back signalling that the nanomachines were hard at work. A soft sigh, time was up, she stood and made the bed, leaving the room calmly and deciding to look around. He had to be here somewhere... she'd been brought by him, after all.

 

[Neshimo]

Once outside, the roaming jeeps and tanks stolen, artillery being set up, security systems being hacked for information, the whole base, all of them are alive, trying too prepare this, and the other bases captured by others on missions, for a defensive line, all too prepare for a main attack for when their weakened. On the wall where Jamil was, he of course isn't there, but there is a blood spot that remains.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire walked around, calmly looking for him... at least on the surface. Her hair, the parts that had been broken off, were even now lengthening as the remains of the dead skin were broken down and sent to her scalp, hurrying to rebuild the armor before it was needed. Walking slowly, letting her back return to normal, she walked to where she thought they had arrived.... only to see the blood spot. Eyes widening she rushed over to it, dropping down with a soft thud, hands outstretched and mouth open, struggling to get any sound out. He wasn't here... and that amount of blood.... "J-j..." He fell to her hands, bangs covering most of her face from view, struggling to come to terms with what she'd just seen. How could he have survived after losing that much blood?

 

[Neshimo]

"Oh, hey you." Jamil, carrying a couple boxes with his power gloves passes by and sighs. "Yeah that was my fault sorry, though we don't have any time too clean it." He's wearing a shirt with no bottom cover his stomach so you can clearly see the re bandaging that took place, and cargo pants. The bottomless shirt was too put no pressure on the wound at all, though with the power gloves, there's no pressure at all, so he can help. "Oh you're awake, Saphire," just now realizing it was her.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Her head jumped, turning towards him in three seconds. A completely surprised face, her scrambling to her feet... for a second she wanted to pull him into a strong hug, but decided not to when she noticed the bandaging. Her face, what had been about to fall tears floating away as she shook her head, her falsely calm voice accusing him, "You should have woken me, if you had visited." Walking over to him she lightly tapped his shoulder, a mock glare sent his way, "I thought you were going to die." Honestly, you.... stop being so reckless. I'll repair, you won't!

 

[Neshimo]

"Hmm, noh. Blood transfusions are too common. That much blood loss would have killed me, but a quick pint too the left arm, and I was back too normal." He thought she'd be happier too see him than that, though with the sleep she got, he knew her being back to normal wouldn't be far off. Still, he gives a smile then relays a message. "Oh, we have too be in the briefing room for our new assignments this evening. So, I'm just helping around the place for now."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A nod, "I'll help as well then. Nothing better to do with myself... aside from pigging out on meat." That last part sounded almost upset. Honestly, she didn't have anything to live for, except ending him and keeping Jamil alive. Her gaze softened, just for a second, "I'm glad you're ok, though." Almost immediately she was back to normal, taking two of the boxes he was carrying for herself. Heavy, and her back twitched painfully, but she was still strong enough to handle it, so she didn't care. "Where are we carrying this?"

 

[Neshimo]

"Loading bay, for the truck too send over too the next base." He goes off in the direction, watching his step as training, vehicles and troops move all around the base, and even carpenters are building up walls and trenches, preparing for a siege. Reaching the loading bay, he easily places his boxes down onto the large 16 wheeler, it almost being full too send supplies onto the next area. "I'll treat you too lunch after this, though it wont be as great as you think."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, walking calmly next to him. Her shrot form contrasted his large one, so anyone looking would probably think they were siblings or something. "As long as there's meat, I don't care." She could eat most anything, after all. And being the Resistance's pet nonhuman... she usually got food that was barely-edible, and all meat. This morning was unique because of her wound... she had needed a lot of good-quality food, since she had to rebuild some of her fat reserves as well. Now, however... she had enough for the basics.

 

[Neshimo]

Sitting on the boxes placed down, the walking still is hard for him now, and he grabs his side, breathing slowly again, though careful not too put little too no pressure on it. "This is going too get in my way for a long time...maybe eating meat will help my wounds as well." A small joke too lighten the mood, he really is famished from helping out since getting patched up again, so a meal will do them both some good.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A tiny smirk, was he trying to make light of the situation? "Maybe. I'll cook next time." Admittedly she wasn't much better, knowing only how to make the basic meal, but... it'd be better than nothing. "Still... it's interesting, I didn't know you could cook. Let's head over to the kitchen and you can get started." She put the crates down next to the others, offering her arm. "Need some help? It looks like you're wound's hurting you."

 

[Neshimo]

"I would accept, though, I need too work this off myself. Little bit of pressure here and there is good, though too much, and it'll pop open like a grape." He finishes his breathing, then slowly gets off the box, beginning too watch towards the cafeteria, then the kitchen. It's filled too the brim with rations, water, juice boxes, and in the corner, proteins. He goes into the crate, breaking them open with a nearby crowbar, finding air tight steaks and egg cartons, cover between each other with a thick layer of ice. He takes out 2 steaks, several eggs, then looks over for vegetables, as he'll need a fully balanced diet unlike his partner.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"Sounds rough for you." If she didn't know what the procedure was like she would have suggested he get surgery like hers. Unfortunately, she did... and it angered her when she heard people talking enviously about her. There was nothing wonderful about the way she was modified... but now wasn't the time for that. As soon as they arrived in the kitchen she moved to take a seat, her back hurting quite a lot for some reason... ahh, that warm spot... it'd been spread thin, and some of the skin had broken. She sighed, letting herself fall over the table she sat at... "Anything with meat's fine, Jamil. Just... a lot of it." The back of her clothing was unaffected... the gel kept her blood inside the surface, though at the edges it was starting to crack, her skin quickly repairing itself.

 

[Neshimo]

"That's what these two steaks are for, I'm just gonna have eggs and veggies. Although..." He remembers the pink fleshy substance, and goes to the crate too get two more steaks, just so it can do a better job of repairing her. With that he begins grilling the meat for now, waiting till it's un frozen and raw enough too season, and just preps the eggs and vegetables for himself. "So, been meaning too tell you something lately, and my near death experience, and me almost believing you were dead, made me realize it pretty quickly."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"Go on. I'll be listening." She doubted it was anything really important. Probably he'd be freaked out by her ability to regenerate so fast, the nanomachines... ahh, that's why she was so hungry. She'd lost a lot of blood, probably... and that meant a lot of nanomachines had been lost too. Not to mention the work to keep her hair as an armored source of protection, so... yeah. She just needed to eat some protein... it'd be nice if she could eat fish once in a while, but... not for missions. Red meat was best when she had been injured like this. And of course, she'd been freaked out when he turned up injured... Idiot. Jamil needs to be a hack of a lot more careful... I won't always be able to save his but. Like... like... Before she started crying she moved her arms to cover her face, letting just a few tears fall. He'd been dead to her, if only for a few moments, and that was finally hitting her.