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.]

Comments

[therewerefifty]

As long as you're sure. [She's gonna ask the doctor to take a look at you when he gets here, just FYI.]

The ribcage is complicated and fragile area. [She sits, applying further pressure to her shoulder.] Further injury could be lethal.

[noprophecies]

[she quirks a brief smile] I know. There is no pain when I breathe, and nothing shifts when I move, so it is not a dire injury. Just painful.

When the doctor arrives, he can look at them. [she thinks she can relent to that much]

[therewerefifty]

[Ah, actually that doesn't sound so bad, true.]

I think as long as you wrap them, they shouldn't take further damage.

[Just, y'know. Go lie down for a while after we kill a lot of slavers, okay.]

[noprophecies]

Mmm, and I will certainly do my best not to get hit again.

[she will absolutely go lay down after they kill slavers]