A small group of men in white labcoats with blue gloves and boots rushed out onto the deck. They all wore grey half-face gasmasks and had silver badges in the shape of the World Government icon on their front left breast pockets.
"We'll take care of him, sir," the first of the four stated, looking down at Vince. He had sharp, cold blue eyes, which narrowed as he regarded the fallen Rear Admiral. "He's our responsibility."
Three of the men had already begun assembling a strange, stretcher-like device from metal rods and blue sheets of rubber. Kalamity's still body was placed into it, and the ends were sealed up after the rods were affixed to eachother over him. All in all, it looked like a brightly coloured bodybag with a post through it to make for easier carriage.
"VKX-000 is an expensive piece of Marine Science Division equipment," the leader of the four explained. "We've been sent along to keep it up to peak performance. In it's rehabilitation training it would be damaged, fairly often, but rarely to this extent." The man turned his piercing gaze from Vince back to the Vice Admiral.
"We'll be back up here to clean up any residual toxins. In the future, sir..." the man's words, ringing hollow through his mask, had a bit of an edge to them.
"...Please have somebody inform us if it is to be used for non-field exercises. It's host brain is very careless, and we can't afford to let it take such damages for...non-essential activities."
The three men carrying the Vince-in-a-bag rushed off. The scientist saluted half-heartedly, then stalked off after the other three muttering something about a "useless crazy bastard's brain."
Sat Nov 13, 2010 12:15 pm
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