05-04-2015, 05:53 AM
We caused quite a stir when the two of us entered the Empire barracks, those not on duty gave looks of surprise at the sight of the space marine and the not-gangster walking though the front door, him all jittery with adrenaline and having trouble breathing and me with blood painted across my chest piece. They weren't calmed any when I mentioned that It mostly wasn't my blood, but once the mention of medical attention was mentioned we were quickly shuffled into the back, so that I could have the lead bullet pulled out and Roger could sit down on a comfy bench and was given some warm milk. And a slap across the face, if I had any word in the matter
Once I had the bullet pulled out, was antibioticed, sewed up, cleaned, and otherwise put in a more stable and less painful condition that I was before, I used the medical room's sink to wipe the blood from my equipment and scrub the gore out of my chainsaw while I waited for Jones to come in and debrief me. I wanted to confront the lieutenant where he wasn't going to be comfortable, the bullet that was logged in my ribs still sitting in a dish out in the open might guilt a few answers out him. When Roger attempted to leave on his own accord, I gripped his shoulder and thrust him back down into the couch.
"Oh no, dipstick, you're not getting out of this" I warned, implying a great deal of pain if he tried to escape his fate. There was a long awkward silence between the two of us before the door to the medical office finally opened and Jones came in with a vermin killing stare leveled right at me. His permanently nonchalant stoicism was out the window, and I had the advantage.
"This is very unorthodox, marine" The irritated officer told me with restrained voice, I'm sure he would have been happy to lash out at me. he softened up slightly at the sight of his friend still alive, but that still left a wonder at what has happened and why I was giving him the run around.
"I know. But cut me some slack here, I was shot saving your man" Which was still a bit of a sore spot, in both senses of the phrase, that I was slowly getting over. If Jones felt in sympathy over my wound, I didn't see it "Either way, I need to talk to you over something important, and I didn't want to bleed over your nice office. It's about you and Roger here" Although I didn't say anything explicitly about whatever was going on with the officer and the rest of the Empire, but it seemed that he figured it out when had the medic preform their other duties else where and left the three of us alone.
"Alright, you have my attention Marine, but don't waste my time. I want this debriefing done, I do have other things to do other than humor your whims"
"Then I'll be quick. Your friend here was the one who shot me. When I found him in the building, he was safe by himself, he decided I was some 'Empire bastard" and put a hole in me." Jones switched that contained furious look from me to Roger, and the operative gave only a sheepish shrug in return. "So I want to know just what the Hell this is about
"You're here for a few days and do one mission, and you think you're just going to get everything handed to you? You're not the hero in some low budget action show, marine. I still have the authority here, and you're not getting anything just because you asked" Despite Jones shooting that down, I shrugged with acceptance. I wasn't expecting it to be that easy.
"I already know half of it. Two of your go way back, apparently. Besides, even if you don't talk, I have someone who can" I pulled my PDA up, waving it a bit as if it was meant to be something intimidating "You know Eagle Eye? One call to him, and I got whatever the Empire passes for Internal Affairs looking over what you're doing, and then I'll find out regardless of if you want to tell me or not[/b]"
I thought I had him on the ropes with that, that I had managed to out maneuver my foe for a second time this week. Nothing against the man, of course, but I had to stay one step ahead of the Empire if it meant getting out of here in one piece. But there was a general lack of emotional response after that threat, if anything the lack told me that I had just put myself in a reversal. I knew what a poker face looked like, and I realized that I had done the equivalent of holding a grenade with the pin already out.
"Or he's in on it too"
"Bad luck on your part, Doomguy. Like I said, I'm still the one with authority here. Now rest and get well, you still have work to do" I raised an eyebrow at that, surprised that he was giving me a second chance despite putting him through so much shit. It might have been admirable if it wasn't me who was trying to pull the fast one on him.
"Wait, I just tried to threaten you and you're not throwing me out"
"You don't know Empire politics very well, do you?" The Lieutenant said with a humorous, almost nostalgic, smile on his face "Blackmail and drama? That's Monday for me, and you're a scrub at it. Stick to shooting fishmen and gang members, it's what your good at. Lets go, Roger" The two left me in silence, and I was stunned and unsure just what kind of game of chicken I was playing or who I was running full speed at.
"Fuck it. I need a drink"
Once I had the bullet pulled out, was antibioticed, sewed up, cleaned, and otherwise put in a more stable and less painful condition that I was before, I used the medical room's sink to wipe the blood from my equipment and scrub the gore out of my chainsaw while I waited for Jones to come in and debrief me. I wanted to confront the lieutenant where he wasn't going to be comfortable, the bullet that was logged in my ribs still sitting in a dish out in the open might guilt a few answers out him. When Roger attempted to leave on his own accord, I gripped his shoulder and thrust him back down into the couch.
"Oh no, dipstick, you're not getting out of this" I warned, implying a great deal of pain if he tried to escape his fate. There was a long awkward silence between the two of us before the door to the medical office finally opened and Jones came in with a vermin killing stare leveled right at me. His permanently nonchalant stoicism was out the window, and I had the advantage.
"This is very unorthodox, marine" The irritated officer told me with restrained voice, I'm sure he would have been happy to lash out at me. he softened up slightly at the sight of his friend still alive, but that still left a wonder at what has happened and why I was giving him the run around.
"I know. But cut me some slack here, I was shot saving your man" Which was still a bit of a sore spot, in both senses of the phrase, that I was slowly getting over. If Jones felt in sympathy over my wound, I didn't see it "Either way, I need to talk to you over something important, and I didn't want to bleed over your nice office. It's about you and Roger here" Although I didn't say anything explicitly about whatever was going on with the officer and the rest of the Empire, but it seemed that he figured it out when had the medic preform their other duties else where and left the three of us alone.
"Alright, you have my attention Marine, but don't waste my time. I want this debriefing done, I do have other things to do other than humor your whims"
"Then I'll be quick. Your friend here was the one who shot me. When I found him in the building, he was safe by himself, he decided I was some 'Empire bastard" and put a hole in me." Jones switched that contained furious look from me to Roger, and the operative gave only a sheepish shrug in return. "So I want to know just what the Hell this is about
"You're here for a few days and do one mission, and you think you're just going to get everything handed to you? You're not the hero in some low budget action show, marine. I still have the authority here, and you're not getting anything just because you asked" Despite Jones shooting that down, I shrugged with acceptance. I wasn't expecting it to be that easy.
"I already know half of it. Two of your go way back, apparently. Besides, even if you don't talk, I have someone who can" I pulled my PDA up, waving it a bit as if it was meant to be something intimidating "You know Eagle Eye? One call to him, and I got whatever the Empire passes for Internal Affairs looking over what you're doing, and then I'll find out regardless of if you want to tell me or not[/b]"
I thought I had him on the ropes with that, that I had managed to out maneuver my foe for a second time this week. Nothing against the man, of course, but I had to stay one step ahead of the Empire if it meant getting out of here in one piece. But there was a general lack of emotional response after that threat, if anything the lack told me that I had just put myself in a reversal. I knew what a poker face looked like, and I realized that I had done the equivalent of holding a grenade with the pin already out.
"Or he's in on it too"
"Bad luck on your part, Doomguy. Like I said, I'm still the one with authority here. Now rest and get well, you still have work to do" I raised an eyebrow at that, surprised that he was giving me a second chance despite putting him through so much shit. It might have been admirable if it wasn't me who was trying to pull the fast one on him.
"Wait, I just tried to threaten you and you're not throwing me out"
"You don't know Empire politics very well, do you?" The Lieutenant said with a humorous, almost nostalgic, smile on his face "Blackmail and drama? That's Monday for me, and you're a scrub at it. Stick to shooting fishmen and gang members, it's what your good at. Lets go, Roger" The two left me in silence, and I was stunned and unsure just what kind of game of chicken I was playing or who I was running full speed at.
"Fuck it. I need a drink"
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