Posted 27 July 2007 - 06:20 PM
"Doc," Lucio said as he approached Factorial, "Can we move the Captain, I'm not keen on sticking around here and waiting for... whatever it is, to come and meet us."
"-tor. Doctor. 'Doc' sounds a little unclean. You are?" she replied almost nonchalantly, there was a lot of... stuff going on with the Captain. Lucio couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but it looked medical, and proper. Not that it really mattered at this point.
"Lieutenant Cristofori, and an answer if you would Doctor," Lucio said with a very pointed hint of annoyance.
"Give it a go, he's got a hairline fracture on his..." the medico-babble washed right over Cristofori as Factorial layed out what seemed to be the contents of Meegwee's Medical Dictionary, "... so unless you have a spare litre of blood on you we need to get to a sick bay anyway."
"That's where we're heading," the Lieutenant turned to the squad and shouted a couple of names to carry the stretcher. With the Captain on it.
"Also where the noise is from," Miles commented.
"We'll skirt it."
They tried to carry on towards where they believed the sick-bay might be and thankfully no more Zxxxzy's Velcro Flea-style noises disturbed them. The general state of the ground level of the facility could be termed a liberal mess, Cristofori thought, considering how tidy it all was - the only mess resulting from whatever it was that damaged the facility. The odd fallen structure, loose cables, flashing lights... things still remained functional to a degree.
"Ever been down somewhere like here?" Doctor Factorial asked Cristofori.
"No. Don't intend to remain longer than I can. I may take these moments to inquire as to your presence on CRM-115," Cristofori said not looking at the Doctor, instead keeping a sharp look-out for anything that might cause death, maiming or a case of sniffles.
"Well, I don't think it's easy to explain-" she began.
"Are you here to subvert the Empire?"
"To incite religious discontent?" Cristofori could feel Akkenon's approving gaze on his back. It was discomfiting in the extreme.
"Certainly not." Factorial could too.
"Right, well, just help us out and you might get off here," Cristofori finished and moved away from the Doctor. They had reached what might be called a plaza. Except it really shouldn't because there was absolutely nothing of note.
"Well sir, that's it, sick-bay," Miles said, "Not that we have the authority to enter..."
Lucio glared at him.
"Oh, sir, I think the noise came from there," Miles said and pointed. Cristofori looked. He was scared to within a micrometre of death.
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