Mending the Broken-Hammer

[Lieutenant]

>>>Video Feed: Freeport 9

It was still raging out in the vacuum surrounding the station, the occasional rumble shook the docking bay camera. It slowly begun to draw focus on what had activated it, the door of docking bay four was open, and a space-suited individual pulled themselves inside. A long grappling cable shot into the room, and tugging along on it was a stranded pilot. As he made it inside, the door of the station shut, atmosphere slowly restored with gravity as he settled onto his boots on the floor. Steadily limping along, he'd move into the first area of the evacuated Freeport 9 station, the reception area.

Though this area at any given time would be teeming with people coming and going, commerce and conversation equal in the air, it was eerily silent and vacant, the only sound and image from the camera that followed the stranded pilot was of his grunting and hard steps. He was limping badly, and down the leg of his suit ran a red stream of blood, leaving a dark boot print on the metal floor as he struggled along. It wasn't far to the medical ward, an elevator up and he'd arrive at the medical level. He stepped into the elevator tube, the doors shut and the camera switched to the internal screen on the elevator.

Up he went, a hand clenched around the long metal shard impaled into his gut. It was oozing a modest stream of blood, and had begun to clot. Though he'd need the medical attention soon - very soon indeed. The elevator stopped, the doors open and light shone in from the placid-white medical ward. Stumbling along, he made it to one of the gurneys, using the table for support, he walked alongside it as he rolled it into the operation room. The camera blips as it changes to the one in the room.

Limping along, he'd roll it up next to a medical locker against the wall. Opening it up he'd spill out the contents that were jostled around from all the rumbles of the station - most of which were growing quiet as the battle slowed to a halt undoubtedly. The man could be seen gripping the shank of metal, jerking it free with a loud yell of pain before toppling over. After a short pause, him laying on he cold floor for that while, he pulled himself up to the table and grabbed a syringe, plugged the needle into an amber bottle, and drew out a dose.

Popping the needle into the crook of his elbow, he'd dose himself before setting the needle down. That is when he turned to the door labeled I.C.U. After a struggle along to keep on his feet, the camera switched to follow as he faltered along and made it into the ward. He managed to pull himself to a gurney-bed and roll onto it. With an opening of his flight suit, he peeled it down to his waist, revealing his arms as he'd sluggishly pull on an I.V. armband, the device cinched down snugly and with a small hiss sound it injected the needles into his arm accordingly.

That was his time to rest, the bleeding was non-existant, though he'd need medical attention soon. After what seems hours and hours, a few nurses arrive in the room, surprised to see the man laying on the table. They'd get to work immediately as they wheeled him into the emergency ward and the camera faded off. It would send a message across it's screen, amending an old record.

The data banks at Sparta station would cycle themselves as usual, and with the new data, they listed Zoners Guard Captain, Izii Helfari as wounded, but alive. Listed as inactive for a short time,

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