driftfleet | voice. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN.

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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[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?

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?

[At least she's stable... But it begs the question of who or what hurt her in the first place.]

Please inform us on the Golde--stone of her condition and location if possible.

[Welcome to Business!Souji. It doesn't come out often here.]

I'm in her crew and one of her security officers. If someone is attacking my shipmates, I want to know.

[And hurt them.]

...

[Whelp shit.

He's still gonna not... say outright that Maggie did it to herself. But.]

Good to look into that kind of thing.

I'll try to get her sent to the, ahm... Goldstone. It still has functioning medical, right?

[Don't ask why he just keeps track of ship specs. He just does.]

She's one of our medical officers, but I believe we have a second now so it should still be fully functional. If she's stable enough to travel, have the attending medic come with her. Depending on the severity, we may need more help.

[He hopes. He usually avoids the medbay like the plague...despite technically having one? His life is complicated.]

Where was she when the attack occurred? Can you at least tell me that?

[You're really testing my ability to cover for someone else.

Why am I even covering for her.

Huff.]

Out in the wilderness around here. Maybe out hunting. Pretty recent, so she didn't have time to bleed fatally. She'll be weak for a few days, though.

[He's annoying like that.]

Was it one of the beasts in the wild? I've seen their horns and hooves.

[He'll likely see it soon, but if it wasn't one of those, he needs to alert the rest of the fleet that there's some kind of psycho out on the loose.]

.....

[He sighs, changing it to private.]

How well d'you know this woman?

[That's. Unusual.

He notices the feed switch over and pauses, wondering what this could mean. Was it someone else in the fleet who attacked her? An augment gone wrong?]

Well enough. Why do you ask?

[Uuuughhghhh.]

... She did it to herself.

Tried to cut the augment out of her neck.

She--

[She did it to herself? What could cause a person to go to such extremes? Okita just hid his under his hair and tried to ignore it the best he could, but to try and cut it out?]

Do you know why? Did she say anything to you at all?

Mm. She was hallucinating. Glitching. Same as the fleetwide ones.

... Couldn't stomach it at the time, I guess; she wanted to be rid of it.

I tried to stop her, but she still got herself pretty good.

[He's been spared this round so far, but he's seen so many of his crew fall victim to those glitches. It does make him antsy, especially after talking with Makie awhile ago. Who knew what else might happen to them?]

...Thank you, for trying to help her. I didn't realize it was so difficult for her.

[He goes quiet for a moment, wondering what else he's missing in his crew.]

Are you close friends with her?

It's impossible to know how difficult it is, 'til they lose their minds.

[He knows from his own personal life. When he lost it, he really, really lost it. There was no going back to his old way of living, and he had — well, he'd lost part of himself. He can only hope Maggie hasn't completely given into madness, that this was just a temporary trill of panic.]

... Just met her out here.

[It was a doozy of a meeting.]

[Until they lose their minds... He frowns at that, wondering how many other people are so close to self-destructing here. He's kept it together for years now, through discipline and a shared focus upon a goal. In his own way, he thinks of himself as relatively okay, even if he knows the amount of cracks in his armor will kill him eventually.]

Thank you then. For finding her when she desperately needed that help. She was very lucky you came upon her.

[A pause]

Might I have your name? I feel as if we owe you a token of our gratitude later.

...

[He shifts uncomfortably, and the silence clings.

A woman distantly screams his name, over and over, bloodcurdling and exposed. Max.

He puts one hand over his good ear. Listens with his bad. The scream persists. Not real.]

... Max.

[Scraped out of him, it seems, less than eager to deliver.]

... Don't need tokens.

[The silence and his discomfort is palpable over the speaker and Okita waits. He wishes he could better meet the people here to understand them, even if they were all foreigners.

This man has a story, one that Okita does not know, and it eats at him to not understand the meaning behind the quiet.]

I understand. Then perhaps an exchange - an offer for the future, should you ever need anything. Food, water, shelter, someone to listen.

Exchange.

[He rolls the word around in his head, tests the weight.]

.... Maybe sometime.

[That's surprisingly good acceptance, from him. Good job, Okita.]

[That's probably the best he'll get out of Max for now and he accepts that with a soft sigh of relief.]

Alright. Should you need anything, please contact Ok--[Whoops] --Soujirou from the Goldstone then.

Ah.... Mm. Alright.

I'll remember. Just — keep an eye on her, when she gets back.

[Oh, he will. He knows Maggie primarily hangs out at the Med Lab which he usually avoids like the plague, but... Well. This is a concern he can't let lie.]

Of course. I'll monitor her behavior from here on out. Hopefully, this is just a singular occurrence.

Hopefully.

Won't be able to stop her, if it's not. Not really.

[There are ways, but none of them are pleasant.]

We'll have to hope for the best then. Thank you, Max-san, from all of us on her crew.

[.... grmble grmble hrmf]

Sure.

[Disconnected.

... What, thank-yous are hard.]

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