The Gang Cleans Up
Cinder looks confused at Holland's mumblings. "Auto-doc? There's no auto-doc. That guy's delirious. The speeder's just a transport vehicle, not an ambulance."
((Since Dec seems to have ghosted us, I'll be puppeting Glover for the time being as well.))
Glover, who had been digging through his medical bag as they spoke, finally surfaces. With several items in his arms, he waltzes over to Jeremiah. He tells him to stay still and pulls out a piece of cloth and a bottle. The liquid inside was brown, and as he poured it on the bandage the room is filled with a very strong scent of lavender. He gingerly presses the bandage to Jeremiah's wound and ties it securely. Jeremiah's arm tingles a bit
with the application, but after a moment it's replaced with a soothing numbness.
Glover then moves over to Cinder. "Alright, on three I'm gonna plug your wound. One-"
He unceremoniously and remarkably quickly stuffs a roll of cotton into the bullet wound and tapes it over. "Shit!"
yipes Cinder. Glover pats the bandaging. "That will help a little bit, but the rest of your bleeding is internal. Better find a surgeon soon."
He smiles at Cinder and moves to his final patient, Holland.
Holland's wounds had gone from serious to nearly fatal since the fight, and it looked like a serious challenge to treat him well. Glover summons his medical knowledge, [6 + 4 = 10] and gets to work. With a trained hand, he removes the burned and necrotic tissue from the burn and splashes it with a sterile smelling solution. Luckily, Holland had passed out and didn't flinch with the pain. After that, he pulls out a thankfully modern looking bottle, and squeezes out a large glob of a greenish-white paste onto his hand. Rubbing it into the wound, the singed tissue begins to look more lively and visibly starts to mend. "It's gonna take a while for that to heal completely, but he shouldn't die any time soon."
He finishes off the treatment by placing clean, white bandages over his stomach. It looked pretty successful, and once Holland wakes up, he would find that he felt much healthier because of it.
Maria watches on with a fascinated expression, mixed with a little bit of disgust. "Gnarly."
she says, simply.
Jeremiah, now fixed up and ready to go, grabs Cinder by the arm and hoists him up. Between the painkillers and the bandaging, he seemed strong enough to walk, and the rest of you follow them as they tread up the stairs.
The party arrives somewhere new.
The group arrives outside of the lobby doors, and enters the stormy outside of planet Murray. Above them, the perpetual storm rumbles and rages as it always had. Dark clouds swirl and rain pours down on their heads and shoulders. In front of the group is the lot of their building, a cracked and dilapidated asphalt plot between the office and the small road beyond. Across the road was a rough cliff, and then the endless dark ocean. There lot was nearly empty, save for a few vehicles and a long defunct street light. To the left there was a small cruiser parked, a compact vehicle with room for two people and a plain white paint job. Beyond it was a rocky field with little else built on it. On the right, there was an old red van sitting on four wheels, and parked next to it was what must've been Cinder's speeder. Beyond it was another strip of old office buildings.
It had a remarkably large chassis for a speeder, the entire thing being one large box set on several smaller hover generators set into its underside. Its side had several plates of what was assumedly armor, as well as a door on each side. There was a larger set of doors on the back end. The vehicle itself was painted black, and it was broken up only by the large rectangular windshield set into the front and the company's markings. The large roman numeral III sat on its sides in angry looking red paint. The driver side door was mysteriously still open, and the paint had small scratches on it where the latch was supposed to hold it closed. Maria looks away.
Jeremiah leads Cinder over to the speeder, and he climbs into the driver's seat, and looks up at the roof. A panel set into the metal slides over, and a camera looks back. A moment passes, and the speeder roars to life, its engines pushing it off the ground and forming a ring of dry ground underneath.
Cinder looks back at Jeremiah. "She's all yours."
With some difficulty, he climbs out of the vehicle and back into the rain. "Pleasure doing business with you."
he grumbles. His purpose spent, he walks off onto the road, heading out into the storm with his arm gripping his side. If the group had anything left to say to him, this was their last chance.