Sucker for Punishment
Who: Lunar Mariell, Orderlies (NPC) Where: Infirmary, Battlestar Avalon When: Around same time as Stonewalled
Thud, bang....metallic creaking as the Battlestar Avalon endured the punishment of the attacks, it holding itself together for the crew and the colonies for as long as it could. In the infirmary, Lunar was sitting in the corner of the room watching as the medical staff became swamped with injuries, became riddled with the shock of what was happening and it was a sorry sight to be sure. Everything they fought for, everything they lived for was in tatters and there she was, doing nothing but spectator. It didn’t sit right with her.
Lunar climbed to her feet with a groan, the pain from her confrontation back in her apartment were catching up with her; the broken arm, the serious possibility of damage to her ribs, the fact that she had been a living punch bag not too long ago was all setting in as the adrenaline wore off. With a wince, she took a few laboured steps in the direction of the exit, to go find something she could do that wasn’t simply sitting around doing nothing. It was painful to move, not to mention a little disorientating as with all the pain in her body, she had forgotten the head wound. She stumbled but stayed on her feet, catching herself just in time from falling but not before one of the medical orderly’s spotted her being stupid.
“Lieutenant, sit back down right now.” The orderly shouted across the room while still attending to his current patient. He hated pilots, actually anybody that thought they were medical experts and could diagnose themselves. Seeing someone leaving before they were treated, someone who was in obvious pain and discomfort - that really got under his skin.
Waving his protest aside with her good arm before wincing at the action as she wrapped her good arm back around her ribs, Lunar continued to be defiant and head for the exit, minding not to get in the way of other orderly’s bringing in patients.
The male orderly watched on and then grabbed one of his colleagues to take over, pressing his hand where it needed to go to stop the bleeding before he started a march towards her. “Lieutenant!” He reached out a hand and placed it on her shoulder to stop her from leaving without medical care.
Lunar grabbed his hand, twisted his arm into a painful lock, spun him around until they were now face to face and then she stared down at him as if she was ready to kill him cold. She held her stare, panting at intervals due to the pain she was suffering from at that moment. The ship shuddered; they had to steady themselves on their feet as they continued to look at each other before she glared at him.
“You hear that? You feel that? This is it....the end of everything and I’m not about to spend them weak and defenceless in here.” Her words were strong, her delivery resolved as she released her grip on his hand and arm. She was broken, she was in pain but she had her training, she had her duty and she was still breathing and that was all she needed to give some payback to the Cylons.
He rubbed at his wrist from that lock she had him in and then sighed while looking at him, “Lieutenant, I’m sorry but you’re in no condition to fly, hell you can barely make it to the door. Please, sit down and let me have a look at you.” With his other hand, he gestured towards the seat she had vacated moments ago.
It wasn’t easy for her to sit back and let things play out, not with everything that was happening but the orderly was right about her condition as she could barely walk. Lunar stared at him coldly again and then shook her head, “I told you, I don’t have time for this.”
“Lieutenant, you are not fit for duty!” He exclaimed in her direction while watching her turn and start walking out the infirmary once more. This time he was resistant to setting a hand on her fearing she wouldn’t show any mercy a second time around. Instead, he walked back to his colleague, “We need to stop her from leaving.”
The other orderly shrugged, “I’d leave her alone if I was you. Rumour has it, she blew up a munitions depot down on Sagittaron, taking out some toasters.”Both orderly’s watched as Lunar struggled towards the hatch out of the infirmary, determined to keep going no matter how much pain she was under. They turned back their attention to work on their patient again, “You’re not serious? Rumours are just rumours.”
Lunar wasn’t going to sit down, wasn’t going to play the wait and see game because she needed to be proactive, to be out there fighting because that was who she was. Nobody was going to stop her from leaving, the orderly’s tried and failed and in that moment, it was questionable whether a direct order from the Chief medical officer would make a damn difference.