Logs From the Maverick.V - Printable Version

*The usual calm hustle was void as the four of them disembarked, met with hustled shouts and the noise of a battlefield hospital. With the smell of blood and burnt metal about the station, Brettonias picked up his pace into a near run as pulled Vixen behind him, making their way toward the Medical wing. "Bret you're hurting me!" Vixen called as they hurried around the next corner, Licentia crying out in her arm as Brettonias stopped and turn to face her. His breath was quick as he looked upon her for a moment, only to sharply drop his gaze as he realized how hard he was holding onto her wrist. "I...I'm sorry.. I didn't.." "It's alright.. You're just as worried as I am.. You go on ahead, We'll catch up." Without a hesitation, Brettonias turned upon his heel, barrelling down the busy corridor at a dead run as Vixen stood for a moment and let out a silent sigh.

As she slowly walked along the hall, Vixen began her best to try and calm their child, despite the noise of the hall that surrounded them with people hustling past them. As the scene progressed, Naoko shimmered a few hues of blue as it began to record the scene, looking back down upon VIxen with digital, worried eyes. //Ma'am... I am perplexed by your current pace during such events as this Ma'am\\ The feline continued to walk at her pace and looked up at Naoko, perking her ears back in a worried distress."He's just as worried as I am.. There's not many of us and I don't blame him for his act. I'd do the same too..." The drone above her simply turned on its axis as they bothed continued around the nearby corner, finally spying Brettonias talking fevorishly with a doctor.

They paused for a moment until the man lifted an arm and pointed down the hall, causing Bret to resume his running until he passed around another corner. He ran with a pace that burned in his legs as his mind called out for him to stop, momentarily recalling the number of the room and smashed his paw upon the wall console, causing the door to open. "Agatha!", he called out as the scene stopped his dead in his tracks. The assorted jumble of tubes and machines around the room as a single form appeared upon the nearby bed. Her face was partcially covered by bandages as she lay still, the sound of her breathing through a tube filling his ears as a man stood up from a nearby chair. "Commander Freiden of the Bane. You must be part of her family by your looks." With a simple nod Brettonias walked forward to the other side of her bed, looking down upon her still form. "What... Happened?.... Don't leave anyth.."

"It was a Hunter Core and Nomad assault.. We we're unprepared for the latter.. The Major didn't collapse until we docked upon the station and all those injured were brought onboard." As the Commander began to speak again, a paw reached up from its sudden stillness, pulling down on Bret's collar only to yank him down closer to her face, showing an strong gaze from her uncovered eye. "Looks to me like she's still kicking.", came a voice from the doorway, causing the two to suddenly turn their heads, peering upon from the doorway as Vixen stood, slowly walking in to the head of the bed. Commander Frieden began to head towards the door as she came closer, giving a nod towards Vix, I'll be outside keeping watch. Let me know if you need anything"

As the door closed, Agatha's hold upon Brettonias gave out, dropping back onto the bed as she closed her eye for a moment. With the sound of creeking steel, Brettonias pulled up a pair of chairs for them, allowing Vix to sit before he took his own. "So. Can you babysit for us tomorrow sis?", he said with a bit of a laugh, trying to elevate the mood of the room. With a a stern glare from Agatha, she produced her answer, lifting up her paw simply to give him the middle finger in kind...

"If you plan to give me a glass eye I'll shove it where it don't shine!", Came the angered tone from Agatha as she sat in her bed, throwing a tray at one of the doctors trying to explain her dilemma. "But Major.. We don't have the facilities here in order to replace your eye with a suitable replacement!
"Then put something in such that wont make me look like I'm drunk half the time and I'll cover it with a friggin eye patch!
"With all due respect Major Agatha, I highly doubt a woman in your position would be creditted in an eye patch, please consider..."
"Don't make me get off this bed and force that peice of glass down your throat..."
As the arguement ensused in the room, Vixen and Brettonias simply watched from the side of the rooplace before them. At once point during it, Bret leaned over towards Vix and began to whisper to her, "Should we say something?.." Vix leaned his way and simply replied, "You want to live into the next hour?" Brettonias simply nodded slowly as he righted his position as the doctor simply tossed a black patch onto her bed, walking out of the room as Commander Freiden walked into the room, giving a salute."Ma'am. The doctor says aside from your attitude, you're cleared to leave. Your chariot is standing bywaiting clearance to dock."

"The Bane is in no position or ability to fly out of the system let alone back home..
"No Ma'am. The other chariot."
"The Nightingale was just proposed last week. No way it's here already.."

The Commander shook his head a moment as he began to make his words sound a bit stern "No Ma'am... The...other...chariot.." After a few seconds, Agatha's stern look began to curl into an agressive grin, pulling her eyepatch upon her face as she grabbed ahold of her jacket on the desk, tossing it over her shoulder. "Then bring my lady to me.. I must see her then.. " As Agatha stormed out of the room, Vix and Bret simply looked at each other for a moment, hurrying to their feet and began to follow the pair on out through the hall. Most of the clamity had passes in the few days, slowly returning to normal as the full halls had calmed from the tide of danger. As they came through the hall, Agatha stopped at one of the large veiwport windows, pulling a comm from her jeans and up to an ear. "This is Major Agatha... Yes... Bring her about Port section four and dock.. I'll be there.."

As she pushed her comm back from its place, Agatha turned hard upon her boot heel and looked before the pair, a wide grin upon her face as she drapped her jacket upon her back. As it flowed the sun's light that shown from the window began to become shaded, giving testimony to the hulk of a vast starship...The giant forward hull of a Libertonian Assault Carrier.."Behold the largest ship within the 141 Task Force... The OCV Liberty Lost!"

The two viewing such simply stood starstruck as its size blotted out the star's light fully, causing Bret to say five simple words...

"What a hunk of junk...."