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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/10/2016 1:46:52 AM
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Alpha gasped, Trying not to cry, in pain and not really sure what happened......
Beta, however, was panicking, left behind with a man who had just threatened her brother and herself, unable to run or fight, and in a great deal of pain
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[i]Drake rushed to him from the cockpit, crouching down besides his wounded friend, and checked him for injuries. He wasn't by any means a medic--quite the opposite--but he was smart enough to realize that Alpha was in a lot of pain. He sealed the wounds by injecting Biofoam into the blood and gore in his thigh, while attempting to disinfect the wound with some alcohol. With a sigh, he realized that they were out of painkillers, really because he'd used up the last of them the previous few nights. Alpha would have to deal with the pain.[/i] "We'll get that bastard next time, Alex. Next time..."
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he groaned, and with a damaged hand, he grabbed Drake's shoulder "Cassie......Beta....wh-where is she? Drake? ....W-where is my sister??"
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[i]Drake genuinely looked confused: he had never met, nor heard of Beta.[/i] "Your sister? What d'you--I thought I didn't give you any painkillers..."
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"DRAKE?!? WHERE THE HELL IS MY SISTER!?!" He was sober, definately sober, you've seen him mutliple times with a broken body, but his eyes always retained that cloudy look when he was like that Now....his eyes were clear, and there was a vengeful fire in them that you could easily see, as well as tears in their corners
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"I--uh--I dunn-I dunno." [i]Drake was slightly flustered by your outbreak, as he was genuinely confused. Had he done something wrong? Was Alpha finally breaking?"[/i]
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He leaned his head back against the ground, softly starting to cry Maybe you needed to check the tapes, or the flight log of the systems that had carried him aboard, to see what he was talking about
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[i]Drake was genuinely worried, and slightly flustered about Alpha's condition. So, of course, he checked a hidden compartment in his prosthetic for Shine... and came up empty. His flask was likewise depressingly empty. In order to steel his nerves, he took a bite out of a sandwich he pulled out of the fridge, and got to business. He searched the flight cam for anyone else in the shot when he picked up Alpha, and sure enough, there she was. She looked similar to Alpha, but she was luring prone on the ground, bleeding. If only the targeting system would've picked her up.[/i] "Alpha... she's down at the surface. With The General."
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"GODDAMNIT! I'M GOING TO KILL THE -blam!-ER!" He screamed, sitting up and clenching his hands as he felt pain course through his body. He seemed like a frightening sight, his body shaking with rage
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[i]Drake chose not to say anything in response, knowing fully well the pain Alpha was suffering right now. He'd felt similarly when Celina had been killed by the NTR. Instead, he briefly put a hand on Alpha's shoulder, in a gesture indicating that he should relax, and he strolled back up to the cockpit, letting you vent your anger in peace. [/i]
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Alpha unsteadily rose, wearing only a black T-shirt and blue jeans, showing off his paws that you noticed he had for feet, on the rare occasions he went barefoot They were three-toed, each with a white claw at the end of each toe, the same build across biological and prosthetic. and were probably why drake used to hear clicking when he walked somewhere at night on board the ship
