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Who: Leonard McCoy
Broadcast: Yes! Fleetwide
Action: Caprine/Solace
When: Friday

[There are days when McCoy would gladly turn in his lab augment for an engineering one. After practically picking apart the Caprine and then putting her back together bolt by bolt (with a lot of help from actual engineers out there, thanks) he's about ready to airlock himself.

He's a doctor, not a goddamn mechanic. It's like learning anatomy all over again, except this time he doesn't understand a single thing. Glory be, at least, they've finally graduated to trying fix the many issues in non-essential systems.

Like the kitchen, where McCoy is now making sure it all works again, after having spent hours trying to put it all back together. Spoiler: it doesn't go well. That's why he's waving away wisps of smoke and coughing a bit when he addresses the Fleet.]

I need an engineer. Again. [Sigh.] I'll pay you the going rate. Come on over to the Caprine. It's the ship in the most pieces over here. [There goes more credits. Everything exploded again. Someone just... put him out of his misery.]

[private comm to Beverly Crusher]
[So he's starting to regret thinking that someone should put him out of his misery. Really coming to regret that.] Hey. We need to talk. Let's meet somewhere.

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Don't lie to me, you look awful.

[With a final tug, she gets the last of his ropes free, then comes around to face him again. For a moment, she drops the Secret Agent facade and her gaze softens as she rests a hand on his cheek.]

I'm glad I found you though. [If he had been... well. She must not let herself think of that. So she presses an extra gun into his hand.] Let's go.

[He finds it in himself to quirk a grateful half-smile in response to that. Lightly, he touches her shoulder and steps back. He rolls his wrist a bit gingerly, then checks the gun she gave him.

Oh, does it feel better to have some means of defense in hand. (But there's also a part of him that hates that he needs it.)] Me too. I need out of this place.

[Not just the building here. All of Solace. He wants back on his ship.

Enterprise preferable, Caprine doable.]

[She gives him a curt nod, all business again, before she ducks out into the hallway again, her gun drawn. The couple of guards she fought to get in the door lie crumpled on the floor, though they are still alive. Perhaps a mistake, some might say, but like McCoy, Beverly doesn't like having to fight like this.

No one new appears, so she gestures him forward. No way he's going out the way she came in, so they'll have to go out the front, right where Kirk is. She turns on her Drift Fleet comms.]

Crusher to Kirk. I've got him.

_{[ The call came as Kirk knocked down one of the men rushing him, clocking him at just the right angel to keep him down. Perfect. He let out a breath and spat to the side, grinning red at the others. ]}

Phasers to stun, doctor.

_{[ It was much of a warning as he could give her without giving away that they were coming. Enemies were still out here, but he was sure that between the three of them they could get away given some warning shots and the need to take care of their own and lick their wounds. Once on the ships, they wouldn't be touchable. ]}

[McCoy falls in with Beverly, weapon held at the ready and sticking close. There's no way in hell that he's falling behind here, not after Jim and Beverly risked this much to come find him. He owes them both. (And Jim will likely make certain that he knows it. He messed up but good on this one.)

She calls Jim and Leonard almost winces at the tone in Jim's answer. He'll have to worry about that later, though; right now, he's watching for guards, walking behind Beverly with an arm pressed against his side and ignoring as much of the stiffness and pain as he can.

Comes in handy, when he sees someone coming up behind them. He raises the gun and shoots because he'll be damned if he's not gonna watch her back.] We need to go faster. [Because if there's one of those guys, there's more and, as far as he's seen, every worker in this vast building is armed.]

I think we're almost there...

[Still, she starts to move at a trot along the corridor and down the nearest stairwell, finding another goon waiting for them right outside the doorway on the next floor. He lifts his gun to shoot, but Beverly stops him with a swift knee to the groin and an elbow to the chin.

Unfortunately, she can hear more shots coming down the hall.]

_{[ He really hopes they both get there pretty soon. He can take a beating, that was for sure, but even he had limits, and it had been awhile since he'd taken this much punishment in one go. He spat blood and continued to attack as his opponents came, their egos still working for him as they assaulted him one at a time instead of en masse. ]}

Damn it, you two had better hurry up!

[He's hurrying as fast as he can, what with bruised ribs and all, thanks. He and Beverly round a corner and he's suddenly guiltily incensed by what he sees: Jim Kirk taking on half a dozen guys to give him a fighting chance to get out of his dumb predicament. Even as he levels the laser gun at one of the guys out there, he's internally berating himself.

He's such a goddamned idiot. Might as well just shoot himself while he's at it. This was not how any of this was supposed to go.

Great job showing everyone he can take care of things himself.] C'mon. [He practically snarls it at Beverly as he pushes past her and makes his way toward where Kirk is throwing punch after punch. He'd be striding there with awful purpose if there wasn't just the slightest hitch in his step.]

[The snarl barely registers - she's too busy taking in the fight as well as making note of Leonard's obvious injuries, to take care of as soon as they are free. She herself doesn't dive into the fray, instead taking a position to shoot at Kirk's attackers. While she's plenty versed in hand-to-hand combat, she's at more of an advantage from a distance than she is up close. Before they can react to her and Leonard's arrival, she's able to take down a couple, giving Kirk more room to work.]

_{[ He takes the help he can get, knocking back his current attacker and breaking through the ring towards Bev and Bones. He's bruised and bloody, but able to move for the moment. Adrenaline was a wonderful, natural sort of drug, wasn't it? He nodded to them both and pushed off, hurrying back the way they had come. He hoped the people would have the sense not to pursue, but this might be a mad dash for the shuttles. ]}

[There's no time to really take stock of Jim's wounds, so it has to be enough that he's on his feet and moving quickly. The kid wouldn't show it if he was hurting anyway. (Kid. He's always going to be that reckless kid Leonard first met, no matter how he grows and matures. It's mostly fond.)

There's a familiar face among the crowd and McCoy levels his weapon at the guy who first sidled up to him in the crowd. Seems fitting and there's a vindictive streak that McCoy can't deny raising its head. He waits, though, for Jim and Bev to start moving; he honestly has no idea where one can exit this madhouse of a storage facility.]

[Beverly sees him pause to take aim and she gently touches his shoulder to get him to move. Between him and Kirk they've got enough injuries already. They just need to get out of here.]

Come on.

[She jerks her head to the side, in the direction of the entrance.]

Let's go! I'll cover you two.

_{[ Kirk reached out to grab Bones' hand and hurry him along. Endorphins
and adrenaline were his friends right now, but not for long, and he didn't
want to crash while they were still in a danger zone. His breath is ragged
from the fight and the running, but he ignores it and makes for the exit
with all due haste, trusting Beverely to do as she said and cover them and
come quick on their heels. ]}

[McCoy allows Kirk to pull him along -- that's how it always is, though, isn't it? -- and falls into step along with him. Beverly's watching their back and that's gotta be enough, even if he wants to throw himself at them again, just to bring some of the hurt they visited on him to them.

Speaking of, though, his side is killing him and the running isn't helping -- so he pulls his hand free and presses his arm against bruised ribs.]

[Beverly doesn't watch them go, keeping her focus on their attackers instead. Her aim is steady and precise, though she doesn't shoot to kill, only to slow down. Fortunately, Jim has already taken care of more then a few of them and by the time Beverly reaches the door, they are ready to give hem up... For now. There's a final parting shot and a shouted warning about ever showing their faces around here again as Beverly turns and sprints out the door after Jim and Leonard. The shuttle is not too far now...]

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