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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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_{[ 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...]