Re: CH06: S [D03|1300 hrs] Out Of Love Luck
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[ Lieutenant Junior Grade Rem Kile | Corridor | Deck 11 | “The Sword” Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Ellen Fitz , @sqweloookle , Anyone
Three hours of close-quarters combat against Klingon warriors took a serious toll against the crew of Theurgy. Rem Kile did his best, he fought hard, and now he dragged a fellow crewman, a female Benzite to sickbay. He pushed well past exhaustion. Fight, defend, survive, protect, the Betazoid operated on the most basic of instincts. His body screamed in pain with every step he took. His forearm bled sluggishly from where he earlier blocked a batlh’etlh swipe with his phaser rifle. His side burned from a glancing arc from a ruptured plasma conduit. His tunic hung in tatters from his collar from all of the nicks and superficial cuts he endured in lieu of immediate death. His trousers fared only a little better and for once, he regretted growing his hair long. His bangs draped loosely, matted against his skull with sweat, blocking his view from one eye but it did not matter. That eye had swelled shut from when a Klingon got a lucky shot past his defenses. It took all of his strength to bear his fellow officer’s weight.
“We’re almost there,” Rem croaked past his dry throat. “Hang on a little longer, Detos.” He tightened his grip on the Benzite. Rem refused to leave her behind and so he dragged the woman every step of the way toward sickbay. He spied a figure ahead and called out. Using that much energy led the Betazoid to stumble and fall to one knee. He pushed back to his feet but his body refused to obey.
“Help….” Rem called weakly. “We need help here.”
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OOC: When anyone checks Detos isn’t merely dead, she is truly and most sincerely dead.