Man I'm Just Trying To Shop For My Kid Here

[therewerefifty]

Who: Otono-somethingsomething Makie and you
Broadcast: fleetwide audio.
Action: Junkstation
When: Soon after the events of this post.

[Audio]

There are slavers aboard the waystation who are actively seeking cargo.  [The mildly courteous tone Makie is known for is absent, though she doesn't sound angry.  Inflectionless.  Possibly a little strained, if anyone knows her well enough.] 

This is the second time I know of they've attempted to take someone, and this time they've succeeded.  His name is... Max.  He's a crew member of the Starstruck.

We know where he is.  [Thanks to polite inquiries made of a survivor.  Very polite inquiries.]  We need assistance to retrieve him. 

...and a doctor, also.  Thank you.

[...totally asking for Tempest on that last one, okay.]

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[text]

[ranoutofluck]

if you need a lift and someone to watch your back, I can help out.

[text]

[therewerefifty]

[It takes a second for her to process that properly. Never heard 'need a lift' before; it's the problem with being from the 18th century. But she gets it. She thinks.]

Any assistance is appreciated. He's on a ship circling the station. Your name?

[text] so sorry this is late

[ranoutofluck]

Han Solo.

[text] not a problem!

[therewerefifty]

Otono-Tachibana Makie.

There are others coming to assist. They're meeting me in the shuttle bay at the waystation. A pilot would be very useful.

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[kill_switch]

[Furiosa can't say she's surprised; Max seems to be a magnet for tragedy, but this time it's different; it's not nature rising up, but it's the sick and twisted greed of men. This time, it's personal.]

[That this announcement is coming from Makie is a something of a comfort, if small compared to the blaze of anger Furiosa has for the slavers; she's sparred with the other woman before, she knows she's capable.]

[The feed snaps open to her leaning in close, fierce and ready for a fight.]

Count me in.

Video

[therewerefifty]

[Makie herself is a shade paler than usual, blood spotted on the shoulder of her kimono. For Furiosa, though, she smiles. One capable woman to another, right? They'll fuck shit up.]

I would expect nothing less.

I'm already on station-- a pilot has agreed to take us from here.

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[kill_switch]

[Makie's visual is worrying. Whose blood is that? Is is hers, is it Max's? Fortunately, Furiosa has gotten good at channeling her rage just under the surface. She nods.]

I'll meet you on the station, then.

Do you want me to bring any additional weapons? [BNecause of course she's coming armed.]

Video

[therewerefifty]

[She can at least be reassured that it's probably not Max's blood, though by now Makie thinks Max may be worse off. If Furiosa's eyes are sharp, she'll notice the small hole punched through the kimono also. It's all Makie's blood. The injury isn't critical, at least. Makie is still...carrying on as per usual.]

I have my pike. Bring whatever you care to use, Furiosa. It won't take us long, I'm sure.

Audio

[poisoninmypocket]

[Oh, dear. Monty's run into enough trouble of his own on the waystation and almost getting plucked up by slavers and worse, but there is a way he can help that doesn't seem to involve fighting.]

I'm one of the medical officers aboard the Heron. [More or less. Lab support staff. He's... well, he's about as close as he can get. And this medical assistance makes him useful.] May I ask where I can meet you and what injuries are involved? I'll need to bring the appropriate equipment or have you come to our medical bay.

Audio

[therewerefifty]

[Excellent. She lets out an audible breath, and then answers concisely. Luckily, it's a reasonably short list.]

I've sustained a gunshot to the shoulder. I don't think it's serious. [Though she sounds unsure. Makie's not actually used to guns. At all.] I believe my companion has ribs that are... cracked, at the least.

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[poisoninmypocket]

[A gunshot sounds gruesome and very bloody, but already equipment and medicines are pushing themselves to the fore of Monty's mind, helpfully facilitated by this augment. Maybe... he'll be fine. Maybe.]

All right. I can take care of that. Please ensure you've got some pressure on your wound. Where are you, at present. It seems the best option is for me to come to you.

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[therewerefifty]

I have pressure on the wound. [She can reassure that much, at least. Makie's familiar with dealing with blood loss.] And we're on the waystation near the Fleet, with all the... junk traders. At the shuttle bay.

There are various people making their way here, should you need the escort.

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[noprophecies]

[she's sitting nearby, grumbling under her breath as she investigates the worst of her injuries - and immediately stopping at the mention of a doctor. Her head jerks up and she frowns, eyeing Makie]

I hope that request is for yourself.

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[therewerefifty]

[Makie's eyes flick up to meet Tempest's for a moment, before they drop pointedly to look at the way she's favouring one side.]

Of course it's for myself. [Mildly.] I'm not so foolish as to continue a battle against such odds when I'm at a disadvantage that can be easily dealt with first.

[It's not a thinly disguised lecture! Just... an observation.]

[noprophecies]

[she immediately drops her hand, nose wrinkling]

I am used to stubborn men who do not know when to seek help when they need it, so I apologize.

[look at her gracefully sidestepping any thinly disguised lecture-observations, so smooth]

[therewerefifty]

[Oh very smooth. Her lips twitch, which may be the first hint of expression she's given. Besides ow, I've been shot, anyway.]

I am also used to such stubborn men. They tend to die sooner rather than later. [Max is one. She's pretty sure.]

Do you intend to go after him?

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[willynilly]

[!!!]

I-I'm from the Starstruck! If there's anything I can do, I want to help!

[She doesn't know who Max is (since he never gave his name, the grump) but if he's on her crew, then...!]

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[therewerefifty]

[Young earnest girl alert. Makie switches her video feed on to match, given it's only polite. It'll also show she's been shot high up in the shoulder, so. She figures if this girl doesn't have the stomach for it, she'll know fast.]

I'm sure Max would appreciate it. [In a... deeply rough and grudging way.] What can you do?

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[willynilly]

[Ochako does falter for a moment, hands lifting to cover her mouth - because wow, that sure does look like more blood than she's generally used to - but she's quick to force back her fear in favour of stubbornly nodding her head. If she's going to be a pro hero one day, she has to be able to deal with this.]

I can fight a little! And if you need help evacuating people, I can carry them out!

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[pain_train]

give me your location details i will be there in ten do you need extra armor or weapons

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[therewerefifty]

I'm not very familiar with armor, but given their weapons it would probably be wise to have some.

[These people who bring guns to a sword fight, honestly. She rolls her shoulder and winces, then keeps typing.]

Thank you, Wrath. I'm in the shuttle bay of the waystation nearby.

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[pain_train]

it's flexarmor so it's easy i'll get you fitted proper when i arrive and you'll barely feel it be right there

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[monolike]

[Ggghhh, not being able to get involved in this sort of thing kills. Completely and utterly kills. He can't go after anyone but can he at least-]

I'm not a doctor, but I have some medicinal items that can heal wounds. I can bring them over to you to take, if you think you could use them.

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[therewerefifty]

Sorey. [She hasn't heard from him for a while, and literally slept through the entire dragon debacle. Makie's voice colours with warmth.]

I would appreciate it. I have no idea what we'll find there, but I imagine there will be more than a few people that need healing by the end.

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[monolike]

They can't bring back the dead, but broken bones shouldn't be too much an issue provided they're set correctly.

Are you on the station now?