voice. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN.

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max (potentially featuring an injured and less-lucid Maggie) and you...!
Broadcast: Fleetwide | Voice
Action: N/A (Unless you're coming to pick up! We'll see based on threads. Or if you find him on the Starstruck after all this.)
When: Sometime now, whatevs. After this very intense encounter.

[Max has elected to put it to voice; easier to talk when one arm is currently giving blood, but not video to alarm anyone of this very scene. Maggie's lost a lot of blood, but Max is hoping to rectify that a little bit until they can get some help. Speaking of help — time to get some of that. His voice is gruff and calm, but there's an underlying urgency to his words.]

Need pick up, got someone down here on the ring who's hurt pretty bad. Her name's Maggie.

Don't know which ship she's from, but she's got a neck injury from a knife, near the back. Lost a lot of blood... Got it closed up and she's not critical. [Yet. He's pretty sure. She's drowsy as hell and she'll be weak for a while, but she should pull through.] Need a ship to pick us up, though. I can't move her like this on my own through the forest and she shouldn't go long without a real medical bay.

[A thoughtful pause.]



... I didn't do it, by the way.

[Look, he knows he's caused some shit before, but he has been so good. Seriously.

He'll do her a favor and try not to mention she did it to herself yet. He's not sure if he will or not... Honesty is more his policy on injuries. But...]

[Action | Starstruck, optionally]

[Eventually, he'll probably end up back on the Starstruck after getting her somewhere safe and clean and medically sound, sighing a big grumbly sigh and crawling off into the shuttle to sleep off his stress for the day. Y'all are monsters, making him care like a real person. Monsters. He'll have to check on her later, in secret, where she will never know. Perfect plan.

Don't mind if he has blood on him, he'll go to the bathroom to wash it off. He's gonna be a bit woozy on his feet for a few days.

Better than having his neck cut into, though.]

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[arfvader]

[Ravi is in the middle of an attempt to make some sort of pasta on the Three Twins when he hears the call. Ah well, the experiment was trending to failure anyway, nevermind the fact that a human life carries a lot more weight than pasta.]

I can come to you with one of our shuttles, but it'll be a tight fit.

video.

[theroadwarrior]

[He gives a hum of confirmation. He doesn't recognize the face that appears, and he doesn't bother switching himself back to voice; his own face pops up, but just him. No reason to record poor injured Maggie for the world to see.]

S'fine, I don't need to go. As long as she gets out and to a doctor.

She'll need to be on, ahm, antibiotics quickly. Forest isn't very sterile.

video.

[arfvader]

Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti, at your service. If she's lost a lot of blood, it would probably be best to get her to the surgical centre. I may need your help transporting her though.

[He's not exactly super-fit, after all.]

video.

[theroadwarrior]

[A sigh. Well, if he's needed, he supposes he'll stick around.

For a short time.]

Can do that. I'll send you the coordinates; might be hard to see with the trees around, but... mm, I don't think it'd be good to move her unless you need me to.

voice;

[ahappylie]

Maggie? Maggie of the Golden? [Goldstone now, really. They only really just started to get to know each other, but a crew member is a crew member and that means he is going to worry.]

Was she attacked? Did you see who hurt her?

voice;

[theroadwarrior]

[He gives a glance at Maggie, considering his choices here.]

Not sure. She'll have to tell you what happened.

All I can say is it's a wound caused by a blade or claw of some kind.

[Don't say he's never tried to cover for you, Maggie.

You fellow nutter.]

voice;

[ahappylie]

[Now he's pissed. If someone did attack Maggie with a blade - or a claw - he's going to need to seek revenge. No one can attack his crew and get away with it.]

Where is she now? Has she been treated?

voice;

[theroadwarrior]

Getting her picked up right now by someone with more medical experience from the planet.

[or rather the ring around it; whatever]

She's stable, though.

... You a friend of hers?

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[recipio]

[ Give the boy a heart attack, why don't you!! Hearing Maggie's name definitely gets his attention ]

What happened?!

[ He should have been there, maybe it wouldn't have happened. It just goes to show that not being around ]

She's okay? [ Quickly followed by: ] I'm coming to get her.

video;;

[theroadwarrior]

Called a doctor. You're not one. But if you're gonna be calm and get back to the fleet, though, you'll be helpful at her side.

[Blunt and straight to the point.]

... Her neck's been cut by something sharp.

But she's not gonna die. Not gonna let her, anyway.

video;; latest that ever lated to a party

[recipio]

I'm calm. I just need to know what the fuck happened.

[ Because she's squad, Max. You understand. ]

She's a lot tougher than that. [ Though it's no less scary with the threat of losing someone else he's gotten attached to. ]

video;; gives tardy slip

[theroadwarrior]

You'll have to ask her what happened. M'just the messenger.

[Sorry bud, he's giving her privacy unless you make a damn good case for it.

Right now he's not sure she wants it spread around, that she hurt herself.]

We're gonna transport her back to a medical unit. Doctor's coming.

You wanna met 'em there?

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[bythewaves]

Has a healer responded? [ Mikleo might be very angry, but he would surely respond, if one needed healing, Maglor thinks, or he can call one of the doctors. ]

video

[theroadwarrior]

Mm, a doctor has.

She might need a healer later, though. All depends on her.

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[bythewaves]

That is well, and I am glad. If she does need more than a doctor can provide - ask for Mikleo of the Huntress. Although you might not wish to tell him I said so, as he is, I think, still angry with me.

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[theroadwarrior]

Mikleo...?

[MAX HE'S BEEN HERE AS LONG AS YOU HAVE.]

Hmm. Alright. So don't tell him the person he's angry at sent me.

action;

[willynilly]

[Hmm, hmm, hmmmmm, everything's fine, everything's lovely, just walking through the ship humming to herseAAAAAH THAT'S BLOOD.]

M-Mister Max!? What happened!?

action;

[theroadwarrior]

[Max blinks over at Ochako, not at all matching her urgency as he stops his hand-washing; the water ran pinkish for a bit, and the rim of the drain catches it. But that hardly accounts for the blood on his shirt and sleeves, so. The battle won, but not the war.]

... Ahh.

[He looks from his sleeves to her, to the sleeves.]

S'not mine.

[Totally not a big deal now, right.]

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[willynilly]

[that's

not better]

S... so you're okay...?

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[expellerhead]

[aizawa kept a close watch on the post; he's never personally spoken to max but he's seen him around the ship, and he knows this is furiosa's friend so it's worth keeping an eye on him, especially considering uraraka's vouched for him.

so when he sees him passed out in a shuttle with blood all over him nearly a full day after that all call, he does come up and knock lightly on the side, out of reach.] Hey.

action;

[theroadwarrior]

[He cracks an eye open, looking straight at Aizawa with a sort of shadowy intensity before he puts a name to the face. That's Ochako's friend or whatever, right? He doesn't really know him, so his posture doesn't particularly ease, arms uncrossing to let his hands sit free. A force of habit, being in a position to fight if he needs to. He doesn't particularly threaten on purpose.]

Mm.

....... Hey.

[See, I'm sociable. I'm chill.]

action;

[expellerhead]

[don't worry buddy. he's not as unsociable as you, but aizawa isn't exactly chatty.

all he does is hold out a drinkable pouch; basic shot of nutrients, carbs for energy, protein, vitamins. max doesn't look wounded but he does look fucking wiped and if he's similar at all to furiosa, he probably neglects the shit out of himself.]

Drink this. [that puff of bandage is right over a vein. you're not as subtle as you think.]

action; late tagging into this, I hope that's all right? ;A;

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[At some point in the aftermath, Max's chosen shuttle of respite will receive a soft knocking at its door. Wanda's not exactly sure he'll even open up, but she figures its worth a shot. She brought with her a plate of the last leftover cookies from her belated Christmas gift venture and a glass of milk for Max. Again, she doubts whether or not he'll actually accept either at the moment, but she figures she can just leave them outside his door for him to snack on later when no one's around -- as she knowingly suspects he is wont to do.]

action; never too late!

[theroadwarrior]

[His eyes peel open rather groggily; at least he was able to sleep a bit. No nightmares at the moment, no reason to jump up swinging or growling. He leans back, stands sluggishly and with little grace, and pops the door open at the knocking rather cautiously.

Of course, he's much more at ease when he sees it's Wanda.

.......................... Why does all of his crew bring him food nowadays?]

Ahm... Hi.

[He looks, quietly baffled, at the cookies.]

action; bless <3

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Because they never see you eat with them, Mr. Lone Wolf.]

[Wanda smiles at Max as he opens the door, stifling a soft chuckle when she sees his groggy state. Not that she could blame him considering.]

Hey.

[She offers up the plate and glass to him.]

Looks like you've had quite a day. How are you holding up?