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

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

[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.

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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]

[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.]

[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?

That they do. I have known my fair share. [she agrees, Max is one. He told her to run, so he's dumb]

I do, for all that he will likely not be happy about it. [she tilts her head] Do you intend to as well?

[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.

Of course. I'm not one to send others in my place. [Her hand goes to her shoulder, lightly resting over the bloodstains.]

But if I go in without treatment, I'll prove more of a liability. It's good to know how much I can handle before I go, especially if a life is on the line.

[she inclines her head a bit, accepting. She may be a bit of a hypocrite, having prepared to scold her if she had said otherwise, but it appeared she didn't need to be.

She winces a bit and presses her fingers into her side, judging the damage]

I can heal it if you like, once a doctor has looked at it. At the very least it will stop the bleeding and allow it to heal a bit quicker.

[she could only manage smaller healing spells up here but she has to offer regardless. Makie did save her, after all]

[Unfortunate. But, Furiosa is sure Makie left her attacker in worse condition.]

On my way. [She cuts the feed and prepares herself. When she arrives, she's got a shotgun, pouches with extra rounds, a knife, and she's slathered the top half of her head with black grease. She's ready to go to war.]

[!!!]

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...!]

[Damn right she did. By the time Furiosa arrives, Makie's likely sitting on an overturned junk crate by the shuttle bay, her kimono slipped off her shoulder while someone bandages it for her. She looks more put out by the whole affair than in pain. It won't slow her down if she's careful.

When she sees Furiosa, she gives a rueful smile.]

I'm afraid I'm not used to modern weapons.

[Guns are, uh. A lot faster and more efficient in space than 1782. Who knew.]

[That surprises her, and she stares at Tempest a moment before looking chagrined.]

I would appreciate that. I'm sorry-- I didn't know you were a healer as well as a...

[...okay what do you call someone who uses magical fire, god knows. She trails off, then starts again.]

I should have asked before I called in for a doctor.

[She's worried she was rude, lmao go figure.]

When this is over, I'll show you a few things.

[She wishes she had brought an extra gun, she would have tossed it to Makie and given her a crash course in firearms. As it is, she's not willing to waste any time going back to the First Breath for anything.]

So what kind of crowd are we dealing with?

[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?

Slavers. [She tilts her head, expression reflective for a moment.] At least six left with Max. We have another prisoner who's been thoroughly questioned at length. The slaver ship is reasonably large, and there's likely at least another thirty men left to crew it. [No big deal.] The others are now dead. They're armed with blunt weapons, guns... some things I'm not used to.

...here. [The healer is done, and she shucks her kimono back up before she bends down to pick something off the ground by her feet.] These as well. You may be more familiar than I.

[It's a cattle prod.]

—no, no, I should have offered before you made the call. A doctor would be better regardless, I am not as powerful as a proper healer.

[she'd been so caught up "questioning" their captive and everything else that it'd slipped her mind. She generally didn't bother to heal herself]

[Furiosa takes it and turns it over, looking at it fully.] yeah, I've seen something like this. Delivers an electric shock.

[She hands it back to Makie.] It's not a gun but it packs enough power to knock a man flat.

[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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