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Alright, everybody, listen up! Beta's on their way out and we need to move.

Alpha, I need you all to wreck what you can. Make it loud, make it messy, try not to kill any teammates in the process. [ which is to say, if you're going to blow up anything (and she really hope you will) make sure none of your friends are nearby. ] Beta, I don't care which one of you has the relic, but if you clump together and the Trilk get it back, mission failure's all on you. Everyone's running decoy and distraction here. We need it. We'll rendezvous in the shaded valley due south and if you're not there in half an hour, we're leaving you.

[ unless it's the poor sap with the relic, or someone manages to coax a few more minutes of sympathy into her. her voice doesn't give much room for it right now, but she just wants to get everyone moving to safety asap. ]

Got it? Thirty minutes starting now. Sync.

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[ there's a click of carolina turning off her mic for a moment, but when she's back, there's a fresh, nearby explosion in the background. ]

There's a difference between turning tail and wanting to be done with a goddamn mission so get your asses out here.

(a smug smile to herself, at both of their expenses. this mission is more fun than she thought it'd be.)

Yes, ma'am. (sly, before mentally turning to re-l.) I'm at the front, you'll see me when you get outta there. I'm not much of a bodyguard, but both Lee and I should be able to do something for ya.

(sure enough, should re-l pop out of their alternate route, sombra'll be lifting her gun from a downed fek's skull.)

You don't look so good.

Don't you patronize me. The mission isn't over until the Relic is out of here! If you leave before then you might as well be a dog with it's tail between it's legs! And God knows what the hell they might to do you for a failure on the Eluvio, so unless you're trying to slaughter us all, wait!

[ Also wait for her to get back Carolina - she's probably got a thousand other mouthfuls, but right now she's just focused on getting where they need to be, and if everyone else was along with them, that'd be grand too. After all, she wasn't looking to get anyone killed purposefully. It definitely takes her longer than she would've normally liked for her to reach Sombra, but when she does, her pack looks like it's got more in it than when she left.

The other woman comments on her injuries and she makes a quick, dismissive motion of her hand, as if focusing on what was hurting right now would put her at a larger detriment than she already was, gathering a breath, continuing that militant pace - ]

Don't tell her, but it's in my pack. We need to keep moving, and get the others to move out.

[ She pushes a finger to her comm, and adds cryptically : ]

Beta team, pull out.

Who needs what?

[ Since the call has been given to pull out, Cassian is going to assume they got what they came for. ]

More importantly: who needs extracting?

Edited 2017-01-22 23:16 (UTC)

I believe I'm taken care of from an extraction stand point. However, I could use a little field dressing if that's something you have any experience with.. [ It's worth a shot, right? ]

Doable. Gimme a location or we can meet outside?

[ There's a distant rumble. ]

Outside. I'm coming that direction and I'm almost there anyway... [ God, she's tired, but then again, there's plenty of time to rest when she's back on the Eluvio and generally out of danger in the first place. Her arm is still bleeding pretty readily, but it's slowed since the initial shot, anyways, and she's done her best to tie some sort of cloth around her arm to cut down on the amount of bleeding.

It's just hard to properly do these things one-handed and pursued. ]

Once we get back I'll have to give McCoy a call I guess.. Daedalus isn't really an option.

Okay. I'll rendezvous with you outside, but if something changes, let me know.

[ Cassian ends the transmission there, trying to make sure none of the team are in the hallways he's collapsing to keep them from being followed out. That takes some time, and of course he's not 100% by the time he makes his way out of the building, but...

For one, he's used to it. For another, he's dealt with worse and for third, Kay can make sure he doesn't have a concussion later. ]

Who is Daedalus? [ Better than asking her how she's doing, since he can see she's not doing great either. ]

Roger that. [ She's glad the comms close, her tight control allowed to slip for a moment as she makes a low sound of pain as a blast rocks her and puts her in to a wall - it was so reminiscent of when the dome was collapsing that, at times, she found herself reflexively looking for roving autorevis trying to kill her instead of aliens.. thankfully, neither of those become an issue, and though she's smudged in dirt and soot, bleeding from the arm and beginning to bruise on her face by her split lip - she's alive.

A little more pale than usual, but alive. And that's what really counted, right?

The question isn't what she expects, having already had a little script ready about being fine - her pace falters for a moment, but then, steadfast as ever, continues. ]

My doctor, back in my world. [ Granted, he was dead, but in dangerous situations she always thinks of Daedalus first. ] He's taken care of me since I was a child.

Your own doctor? [ Well, isn't that fancy? Cassian's eyes are immediately drawn to her arm and he gestures, waiting for her permission to start poking, prodding and wrapping.

The lip gets a glance but it is far from life threatening. ]

Make a fist?

Being the Director of Health and Welfare doesn't give much time for doctoring too many people. And it... was a benefit of my station. [ There, she admitted it, she was pretty damn spoiled where she came from, and the fact that there was no Daedalus here on Eluvio? Was a little nerve wracking. She doesn't bother to explain that he probably also built her from the ground up (literally from DNA strands) - it isn't important right now.

His gesture earns a bit of a tense nod, still looking around to make sure that they were all clear.

Her hand moves, but weakly, teeth grit against making a noise, but it's obvious from the jumping motions of her hand that it hurts to move. A half fist is as far as she gets before releasing, breathing out slowly. ]

You must miss him a lot. [ He doesn't know if she has nerve damage but he can at least work on the bleeding and making sure there's no open wounds to become happily infected before they get off this forsaken planet.

He really hates that he came down here in the first place, but at least there won't be any funerals when they get back. Yet.

Cassian is half taking a wild stab at the dark, half trying to distract her from the pain. There's the added bonus of being good at reading people to go along with it. He starts digging around in his own pack for a painkiller, and something to clean the wound with. ]

I haven't spoken to McCoy. What do you think of him?

Edited 2017-01-24 18:51 (UTC)

Just in situations like this. [ Long story, Cassian - and it'll probably get her blood pressure up, so she'll happy veer off of that subject as soon as humanly possible. Considering the odds they'd been up against no deaths yet was a god damn feat so far as she was concerned, but she'd be happier if she could at least keep full mobility in her arm and hand.

But considering how quickly she usually healed? She's hopeful.

His question concerning McCoy has her thinking, for a moment, a small sound of mulling over what she wants to say escaping, before - ]

I like him, so far as a chance meeting in a gym can make you like a person. He knows the story of Daedalus and Icarus, for one. So a doctor that knows more than just his disease and muscle charts.

I'll take ya to where Cass is, then I'm washing my hands of this whole mission. ("cass" is totally acceptable when you've had (1) conversation and have bled together on the same team; sombra wholeheartedly agrees with herself.) But I won't tell, amiga, your secret's safe with me.

(and she likes to play around with others, that much is obvious. re-l gives her the perfect opportunity for it.

crooking her finger at re-l, her machine pistol is jerked away from the body at her feet and held aloft, searching the scene for the path of least resistance.) You really think Eluvio is gonna do us like that? I mean, we all got sucked in by anomalies in space-time, but surely they get that it's not our decision to be here.

(punctuating her sentence as they take a sharp corner, unfortunately, with another spray of bullets. fucking feks.)

I'll feel much better when I can do the same. [ She nods her approval of that plan, though. After all, it wasn't like she wanted someone around her absolutely all the time to baby sit or something. Maybe it was a subconscious need to take care of herself, whatever - but one arm down and carrying the item they came for, she can't exactly afford to try to be head strong and is at least present enough to realize that fact.

Or, well, getting less stubborn. ] I'm just not very sure I can trust in someone who wants to play leader but is all too eager to leave an entire block of the team for an arbitrary time frame.

[ She pauses at the question about the Eluvio, then - ]

I'd be remiss to place too much trust in a place that sends us in to this - [ Head tilted to indicate the chaos all around. ] - without all the supplies we could need and more when it came to fire power.

[ Her good arm is still useful, at least, and well.. she'd been taught to be ambidextrous too a stray Fek meets its end with the loud discharge of the gun, and Re-L presses forward. ]

A healthy amount of caution can never go too far astray.

Hey, don't worry. You're not the only one not feeling the love from our higher-ups. I mean that in regards to Eluvio, though, not Carolina. (honestly, if she was the one leading the team?) Know what I would have done to light a fire under everybody's asses?

(watches the fek fall without so much as a flinch from either woman, satisfied with how efficient their team actually has been — because in the grand sheme of things, they really did work together. albeit with a few seams here and there, but they were strangers before humping it all the way out here for some stupid relic.)

I'd have said something similar. I mean, I wouldn't be in that position 'cause I prefer to work alone or with a couple others I can handle, but some things are just said for shock factor. She just sucked at the empathy part.

(says the hypocrite; the liar.

reaching down as they walk to shake free a hard-light shield from the downed fek's forearm. activating it lights up their dirtied faces, but it's extra precaution... better safe than sorry.)

Oh, only Eluvio? Then what from Carolina? [ She's curious, really, wanting to know what her thoughts were about the entire thing - even past the entire debacle that was being sent with what she would consider to be only a slight trove of supplies for something like this. At her question about what she would've said, though, Re-L simply raises a brow instead of asking out and out - after all, she had a sneaking suspicion Sombra would tell her anyway. ]

I wouldn't wish to be the leader in this situation, to be at all honest with you. That, I will give to her, however - the entire thing is still just.. mad. And we don't even know what this stupid little cube does. [ Neither of them were leader types - Re-L herself tended to like to blaze her own path, but was used to cramping her style to work in teams for investigations when it came down to it. It was just - ]

All this macho militaristic posturing makes me sick, though. I don't have time for fragile egos and empty threats when we're all risking our necks and our lives out here.. yes there's a need to work together, to a point, but it isn't like I'm going to implicitly trust anyone else but me, in the end, with my own life or decisions..

[ Honest to a fault, at least. ]

Carolina's obviously a bitch, but I've worked with people like her before. She's one of those "prove your worth" types, because she considers herself the best. (and she may very well be, there's no evidence for or against it — sombra shrugs.) You just gotta say "roger that" and ignore the shit outta her.

(that's what she's been doing.

in any case,) We've got the relic and she's not gonna leave without us. How do I know? 'Cause a mission failure to her is like a reeeal disappointing orgasm, créame. (teeth pinning her lip, sombra gives re-l a very saucy wink, obviously making light of the situation.)

Don't feel the need to put your faith in anyone. That's your prerogative. Just know she's full of hot air.

[ Sombra elaborates and Re-L can't help but to roll her yes and give a small, agreeing scoff. Of course, her own team leader wasn't all that different, but Carolina was spear-heading above even him at this rate. Re-L herself just sort of.. held a standing distain for those in a seat of power, as well, though no one had surpassed her grandfather, as if yet, in the way of interference and control. So, as of yet, there wasn't anyone around that she wouldn't even stand up for if someone was trying to kill them, which is saying something - ]

I suppose I'm just not genetically pre-disposed to giving a shit about orders or what other people want from me, in most cases. Most pertinently when it's ordered in that manner.

[ Still, the disappointing orgasm comment earns a look of.. part confusion and part 'I didn't want to think about Carolina in terms of any kind of orgasm, thank you.' though she does offer - ]

I don't think I even have any kind of perspective on that. [ AAAYYYEEEE. ]

Regardless, in terms of keeping the team efficient, rushing is not going to accomplish a damn thing other than injuries and mistakes if someone does take her seriously.

Oh, hermosa, (orders, hahahahahaha...) don't I know it.

(loves how she breezes over the more explicit of her points, sniffing a laugh at it. kids will be kids, she supposes, but re-l's smart to avoid becoming a hot commodity of a woman. it's so hard being really ridiculously good-looking.)

Right now all that's rushing me is the promise of a real long soak in the hot tub in the fitness centre.

...

(but considering this is super important, earning re-l a serious look,) Okay, please tell me you've had an orgasm.

If she didn't remind me of my grandfather's presumptuousness it might be different.. but then again I doubt Carolina has ever been a Regent, either. [ Someone with the power to socially axe you totally had the gravitas to make sure that anyone and everyone, no matter their station, listened and listened well. Maybe that was the difference, here - true vs. token power. In the grand scheme of things - she and Sombra may be the ones, after all, with it -

Relic in hand, and all. ]

I hadn't even thought of that, but it doesn't sound like a bad plan at all... [ A pause, there's a glance down at the still seeping arm she'd not really spared too much of a look at beyond an initial field dress, and then - ] After I go to medical. Or else McCoy may genuinely have my skin.

[ But Sombra keeps up on the orgasm question, earning her one of those reprimanding glares. Regardless of what was, or had gone on in her life, was when they were trying to escape an alien planet really the best time for them to have this discussion? ]

Maybe we'll talk about that when we're not mid-attempt to escape an alien planet that's already trying to kill us? There will be no more orgasms for anyone if we don't make it off planet.

[ Sorry, Sombra, not going to get that information so easily off of Prudence Mayer. ]

Comparing Carolina to a grumpy old man seems pretty apt, there, Re-l. (she files the "grandfather" topic away for another time, however, keen on hearing more about such a strange existence.

sombra's aware of the state re-l's arm is in, but, like her, isn't ready to stop and address the problem. there's nothing she can do for it, she's meant to destroy things, corrupt things, and cripple things. all she's managed to heal are megacorporations' systems rife with a disease called greed and even then it was stripping them all from the inside with savage expositions and high-stakes blackmail.

what lives they seem to have lead. there's a huff of a laugh at the reprimand, unaffected. a conversation for later, sure, but—)

That is a "no". (my god.) Look, I'm buying you drinks when things settle down. Repression's bad for the spirit.

(but she does relent, adjusting the energy shield affixed to her forearm with a glance back to re-l's arm.)

Where can I drop you off? Is Cass waiting for you?

I can be clever from time to time. [ Though comparing anyone to her grandfather ought to be an insult instead of something funny, considering all that had happened, but she wasn't in the mood to spill her guts right then and there. There's a deep seated assurance in her mind, as it stood, that she could probably expect a good bit of questioning about things she'd said but hadn't elaborated on at some point.

Sombra just seemed the type.]

That is a 'I am not discussing this right now.' [ Correction. ] I was thinking I needed that anyway. McCoy brought up whiskey and I've come to realize that all that talk about aged wine apparently makes me seem in my thirties instead of my teens.

So perhaps it's time to try immigrant level liquor after all. [ No one would be watching her here, after all, to give her shit about trying whiskey or anything else. ]

Yes, he is at some waypoint back to the ship. [ Movement catches her eyes and she stops in conversation for a moment, darting to follow whatever it was a ways off. Thankfully the animal in question decides to continue on, and so she turns her attention back to Sombra. ] I'm still functional enough to be self-sufficient, if you have other objectives to get to while we're still on planet.

[ And there's one of those little smirks that says she'd even keep her mouth shut about it if asked. ]

You just call my liquor immigrant-level, hermana? Better watch your mouth with that kinda white-bread talk. (she's amused though, not in the least bit offended — re-l comes from a very different world.) You're right about the aged wine, though. Maybe Carolina's not the grumpy old man on this mission...

(a glance over, though, meeting the gaze.

would she keep her mouth shut? it's a possibility, but sombra doesn't have anything more to do with this planet. she'll keep the sentiment in mind, however, for the future. maybe the girl will be useful, with the right grooming.)

Don't worry about that, just get your arm patched up before people ask ya where to buy the red uniform.

(if it's a waypoint back to the ship and they're a good distance from the base they just pillaged, sombra detaches herself from re-l's side and hefts the energy shield with a upward swing of her gun.)

You go, meet up with Cass. If anything comes your way, I'll take care of it, a'right? (a wink over her shoulder,) Don't drop the item we busted our asses for.

Well, that's what it was called in the dome. [ She doesn't look in the least bit sorry, at least. Hard liquor wasn't exactly something a society that praised self-control praised, after all. It didn't stop her from wanting to try at her earliest convenience, though.

Though, there's a small cluck of her tongue - a tsk noise after the comment about the red uniform. ]

I was hoping to start a trend, though.

[ She disengages from Sombra's side with a nod, calm even though she was an arm down on an alien planet bent on killing them all. She's confident enough with her aim to feel confident with Sombra behind her - provided she actually means it when she says that she'll watch her back. ]

I think someone would have to steal it from me for that, and that won't happen without a hell of a fight.

Stay within Carolina's time frame, mn? [ Her parting shot before she's turning back toward walking the opposite direction, pace still militant even as she's starting to feel less and less energized. There was no sense in slowing down now, after all. ]

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