USS OLYMPUS MONS: Fight Like a Girl
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[[[SD: 20.0501.1611] ]]
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“Get away from me!” he yelled tripping over a cart of
supplies as he moved back. There was no where further
to go, and his back pressed into the medbay’s wall.
Nakuru spun around, wailing as he did, his eyes
slightly wild, and unfocusing.
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While Nakuru spun back towards the group, V reached
out grabbed an arm. He was a thick powerful Marine,
and though the Lance Corporal was wild, he couldn’t
break free. But that didn’t stop him from lashing out.
He threw the heel of his hand out at one would-be
attacker and followed that up with an elbow.
“UUMphhhh” The blood that flowed from Mason’s nose
was as red as her dyed hair.
With a sweeping movement, she blocked another attack
from Nakuru, while V wrestled to pull the man’s other
arm behind his back. Dal had taken a step back. He
was a doc, a corpsman… he wasn’t one of the thrill
seeking Marines, he just usually put them back
together again.
Mason, might have been a girl, but she punched like
one of the boys. And Nakuru took it full force into
the nose, followed by a second to the side of the jaw.
As his head twisted and compressed the nerves at the
base of the skull, Nakuru slumped into
unconsciousness.
Within seconds, Quin had Mason’s arms pinned behind
her back. She was so focused on her front, on her
attack, she never saw the movement from behind. She
struggled against the large Irish man as blood spilled
across her uniform. “Calm down, lass”
“Let me go, Quin!”
“Aye, I don’t think so, little one…” he pulled her
several steps back.
Dal dropped to one knee and scanned the inert form of
the junior Marine with a medical tricorder. Ma’kauran
and Reetaw’agah arrived just as Quin pulled the still
struggling Mason from the room. “Let’s go get that
drink, shall we…”
Ma’kauran stopped short when she saw Nakuru’s form on
the floor. Reetaw’agah scuttled up next to Dal as
asked for a report. Redman’s eyes never left the
reading from his tricorder. “Not sure, Ma’am, Rudy
here went a bit wild on us as we were completing our
medical review.”
“He was acting a bit strange on the planet’s surface…
kept pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his
eyes.” V added.
Reetaw’agah let out a small sigh, “The triolic waves
must have effected him more so than the others.” She
turned bristling her feathers slightly, “I want the
whole away team evaluated for possible psychosis.”
Ma’kauran looked at V with a hard glare. “Why did
Quin pull Mason out of here so quickly?”
V’s face betrayed a smirk ever so slightly, “I don’t
think she took too kindly to being attacked.” With a
jerk of the head, he indicated Nakuru, who was being
lifted into a biobed behind the two Marines. “She laid
him out flat with just two punches.”
Ma’kauran’s eyes flashed over towards the unconscious
Lance Corporal. Even at this distance it was quite
obvious that Rudy’s nose had begun to swell and a dark
purple bruise was beginning to form on his jaw. A
twinkle of humor drifted into those eyes as she looked
back at V. “I’ve gone up against her in combat drills,
he will be lucky to come out of this without two black
eyes to go along with that broken nose.”
At that, V’s smirk drifted across his whole face. “I
think Quin took her to get a drink, Ma’am… to calm her
nerves, of course.”
“Of course.” Ma’kauran returned. She paused before
continuing, “stay with him.”
The tall golden Marine turned towards the CMO, “I will
be back to check on LCPL Nakuru in a bit. But, I need
to check on the rest of my team in the meantime.”
Reetaw’agah nodded and then turned back towards her
patient.
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TAG Janet…
So what are Rudy’s actual injuries? What about Mason?
Is she injured? I think she experienced a little bit
of the psychosis down in the structure… with her
hearing. What about Rescola? Does he come down with
anything?
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With Wings of Light
Maj. Ma’kauran
RRU Olympus-Mons
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EJ