<span style='color:green'>*enters the sickbay with a bottle of cognac & jack and heads over to Ed's medical station offering a drink and a thumbsup* "Jeeze man, you can't leave me here to be the only pilot on this hunk of junk. Besides, what am I to do with those three beautiful girls sitting there on the maintenance deck? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> " *observes a sideways glance from Dr. D, remembering alcohol is forbidden in medical quarters* "Come on, it's just a sip. Besides, how many of you can use "I was legally dead" as a legit pickup line? <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> "</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*heads towards the other direction of the sick-bay, not wanting to see anything that might happen to Ed, such as surgeries, etc. Reaches mess hall* "All this moveing and things made me hungry" *gets a clean cup, and a huge steak. Takes a bite.* "Not thee best one I had, but it's meat" *finishes meat, and pours some Vodka into the cup. Goes to a couch by the mass hall, and takes seat. Looks outsdie to the stars and lights a ciggarete* "Wonder how Ed's doing?" *takes drink of vodka, inhales the ciggarete and begins to wonder about life.....*</u></span>
<span style='color:purple'>*wanders around the station a little bit till he finds somebody, Khan in this case, sitting on a couch in the messhall* "Hey man, you trying to avoid the screams of the wounded patients in the sickbay too?" *sits down across from Khan*</span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed notices Jaeger and Night come in, and offer refreshing spirits.* "Thanks guys, I cant belive how dumb i was. Stupid me dropping the gun, stupid me for using Civillian rounds, and fricken retarded me for leaving the saftey off. I'm just glad this didnt happen in the field, and glad i only picked up the .41 version, the .50 S&W would have blown my lung out my back." *Ed looks over at the Doc* "Hey Doc, erm, D. How much longer do i have before i can get back to work? The brass are gonna have my Dice in a Vice if I'm out for too long." *Ed Grins*</span>
<i><span style='color:blue'>*frowns at Jaeger* I'm going to pretend that you didn't just violate 5 different sub-sections by bringing that in here. *coughs, and then smiles* Besides you can get drunk when you're out of sickbay, Ed is free to go *turns his attention to Ed* Now listen the higher ups want you back out in the field, but that doesn't mean you're at 100%. If you're out there in the field and you start to feel panicky just take some of neuron stabilizers I'm going to perscribe for you. *hands the medical report over to an assistant* [I need 30 admistrations of the stabilizers], and then you can have Ed sign the release forms. He's a free man. *chuckles*</span></i>
<b>Ok, I'm gonna try again. Ed has not busted his spine, he is not going to be impaired or have to go back every three days or anything like that, and to be honest I don't think I'll be able to fit a nanite specialist doctor into the plot line. You're gonna have to be a little bit less radical when determining what's going on.</b>
<b>Heh. Dr. D, you <i>have</i> been warned.</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Where the hell did you get civilian rounds on this station? Let me take another look at that hole in your chest." [Ed's wound has almost completely healed] "If we were in the field, I'd haul you back on to your feet and give you your gun back. Want to swing by the clubroom? First round's on me."</span></span>
<b>Thanks. I'm not trying to hunt you away from the thread or anything, just hoping to avoid situations going where I can't exercize a certain degree of control, simply because the roleplay usually falls off the tracks when things start happening that don't fit in</b>
<span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'><i>*gets up from his bunk, wanders to mess hall. Sits down to the people already there.* "Hi, I'm Anthony Rutschter, just got sent in a few hours ago...so what's happening?"</i></span></span>
<b>don't think this font is taken...but i might be wrong...if i am, don't hesitate to yell at me</b>
<i><span style='color:blue'>*tidies up around sickbay, re-arranging some shelves and just generally fidgeting with the equipment* *sighs and takes a seat by his desk* *opens his personal log and starts a recording* "Today I treated Ed for a self-inflicted wound, it was touching to see the concern his friends showed for him...it seems they do have close knit group here." *pauses log* *flips threw some records and re-opens the log* "They come in and leave so quickly it's hard to get a feel what sort of people they are....I look forward to getting to know some of the faces I've seen about." *closes log* *gets up and stretches a bit* "I think I'll take a stroll..." *heads out of sickbay*</span></i>
<i><span style='color:blue'>*gives a small start as he was walking around absorbed in thuoght* "Oh hello, oh...yes, he's doing quite better, Ed that is. *nods and smiles* "He'll be just fine, are you a friend of his?"</span></i>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*gets up and graps a plate of french toasts. puts it on top of the table* "If anyone wants it, take one" *takes a toast* "Does anyone know how Ed's doing?</u></span>
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'><span style='font-family:Courier'>"Thats good to hear. I've know him about as long as the rest of us have. Met him on my most recent mission. Haven't got to know him as much as i would like, but it was his technical know-how that got us off that hunk of junk. It may have been my idea, but it was him that put it into practice. Without him my squad and I would all be dead. You may say i owe him my life. He may noy have had as much training as the rest of us, but he's welcome on any mission i go on."</span></span></span>
<i><span style='color:blue'>*nods* "I haven't actually heard much about this, I was just transferred here, they said they were short on Med staff so here I am. What exactly happened? Was it some sort of accident? *raises an eyebrow*</span></i>
<span style='color:purple'> *waves at anothy* "Hey man, good to have some more people aboard, the more guns the better, hopefully you have better aim than ed, he managed to bang himself up pretty bad over there on the firing range, in case you didn't hear about that yet that is." *takes a piece of french toast from Khan* "Thanks man, hope this stuff is better than most of what they serv up here. Comming to think of ed tho I think he's about good to go heard some of the others saying that the nano's have him almost ready to be back in action, and that was a good hour ago when they said that, hes probably already up and walking around." *eats some of his toast* "Well, we got a while before our next shift, probabaly another good 8 hours or something, anyone want to hit the sims?"</span> <b>BTW Zooby, you might just want to nickname yourself zooby, as using names asides from your forum name or something very closely related becomes tough with this many people.</b>
<span style='color:orange'>*walks into loungeroom with P-Khan & co muttering something about a terrorist jumping around a corner and getting him with a Desert Eagle for five consecutive rounds* "Hey guys, heard anything about Ed yet?" *sinks into a large chair near the table* "Anyone here got CS 27 or any other Half-Life 27 mods on their quarter's computer?</span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*sees Darkness entering* "CS 27? Nah, I have Warcraft XXVII in my dorm" *takes a drink from Vodka and eats another french toast* "Hey Darkness, wasn't it you who did Hapkido? I was trained in a similar martial art, called Ai-Ki-Do. Think they might be similar."</u></span>
<span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'><i>"Oh, well I hope Ed's all right. I have faith in the medical institutes here." *looks around.* "Eh, pretty boring here. Mind if I go with you, Khaim? Haven't been everywhere yet...by the way, you can call me Zooby if you wish."</i></span></span>
<i><span style='font-family:Optima'><span style='color:orange'>*goes up to her.* "Hi, who are you? why don't you join us in the sim?"</span></span></i>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>"shure, love to. im only a mediocre shot though. its not exactly my forte." *heds to sim units with everyone whose going*</b> </span>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed lays on the bed in sickbay, tossing and turning, trying his best to get back to sleep. after, what feels like a week, Ed sits up on the bed. he looks around at the nursing staff.*
"I'm free to go, right?" *He asks one of the passing nurses, He nods.* "Thanks" *Ed gets to his feet, changes out of the silly hospital gown, and heads down to the cafeteria. A sudden thought passes through Ed's head. <i>Since I died, does that mean i can collect on ym life insurance?</i> Ed shrugs it off as he enters the cafeteria, the second time in all so many days.*
"Hey guys, how goes..." *Ed's eyes meet somthing unexpected, the female form.*
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"it started off alright. some big cheese back at the federation had left his sandwiches on the ship so our squad was sent in as reinforcements. Something very peculiar had happened to the kharaa on that ship. they had some oni running around without three hives. Once the R+D boys heard about it, they demanded that we capture them. you can imagine what our response to that was. When we were out capping resnodes, our base was attacked and the comm center was destroyed. i went back to investigate and found the comm bleeding to death in a storage warehouse. he told me of another comm center and i went and took charge. The aliens where all over us by then so we retreated into the main control center of the ship which was seperatable from the rest of it. When Ed managed to get the control back online, we spearated it and let the r+d boys deal with the rest of it. we only lost one grunt, and he went psyco and turned on us with some civillian weapons so we terminated him. i didnt like him much anyway. all in all, a rather busy day"</span></span></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Ed, meet the opposite gender. Dea, meet Ed. Hmm...I don't think we've met either. I'm Night Shade. Everyone calls me Night. Or Shade. Or something. Yelling 'Medic!' works too." *grins, then looks at Ed curiously* "Ed, are you smuggling weapons in your pocket again?"</span></span>
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"Jeeze man, you can't leave me here to be the only pilot on this hunk of junk. Besides, what am I to do with those three beautiful girls sitting there on the maintenance deck? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> "
*observes a sideways glance from Dr. D, remembering alcohol is forbidden in medical quarters*
"Come on, it's just a sip. Besides, how many of you can use "I was legally dead" as a legit pickup line? <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> "</span>
"All this moveing and things made me hungry"
*gets a clean cup, and a huge steak. Takes a bite.*
"Not thee best one I had, but it's meat"
*finishes meat, and pours some Vodka into the cup. Goes to a couch by the mass hall, and takes seat. Looks outsdie to the stars and lights a ciggarete*
"Wonder how Ed's doing?"
*takes drink of vodka, inhales the ciggarete and begins to wonder about life.....*</u></span>
"Hey man, you trying to avoid the screams of the wounded patients in the sickbay too?"
*sits down across from Khan*</span>
"uh, hi everyone. does anyone know if that guy... is alright?"
* cant find tea, downs first thing to come to hand*</b> </span>
"Thanks guys, I cant belive how dumb i was. Stupid me dropping the gun, stupid me for using Civillian rounds, and fricken retarded me for leaving the saftey off. I'm just glad this didnt happen in the field, and glad i only picked up the .41 version, the .50 S&W would have blown my lung out my back."
*Ed looks over at the Doc*
"Hey Doc, erm, D. How much longer do i have before i can get back to work? The brass are gonna have my Dice in a Vice if I'm out for too long."
*Ed Grins*</span>
I'm going to pretend that you didn't just violate 5 different sub-sections by bringing that in here.
*coughs, and then smiles*
Besides you can get drunk when you're out of sickbay, Ed is free to go
*turns his attention to Ed*
Now listen the higher ups want you back out in the field, but that doesn't mean you're at 100%. If you're out there in the field and you start to feel panicky just take some of neuron stabilizers I'm going to perscribe for you.
*hands the medical report over to an assistant*
[I need 30 admistrations of the stabilizers], and then you can have Ed sign the release forms. He's a free man.
*chuckles*</span></i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Where the hell did you get civilian rounds on this station? Let me take another look at that hole in your chest."
[Ed's wound has almost completely healed]
"If we were in the field, I'd haul you back on to your feet and give you your gun back. Want to swing by the clubroom? First round's on me."</span></span>
<i>Time passes, getting late.</i>
*Leaves mess hall and goes to the toilet before heading to bed.*</span></b>
"Hi, I'm Anthony Rutschter, just got sent in a few hours ago...so what's happening?"</i></span></span>
<b>don't think this font is taken...but i might be wrong...if i am, don't hesitate to yell at me</b>
*sighs and takes a seat by his desk*
*opens his personal log and starts a recording*
"Today I treated Ed for a self-inflicted wound, it was touching to see the concern his friends showed for him...it seems they do have close knit group here."
*pauses log*
*flips threw some records and re-opens the log*
"They come in and leave so quickly it's hard to get a feel what sort of people they are....I look forward to getting to know some of the faces I've seen about."
*closes log*
*gets up and stretches a bit*
"I think I'll take a stroll..."
*heads out of sickbay*</span></i>
"Your a med arent you?"
"That si- ,uh, Ed, I mean, that you treated. How is he?</span></span></span>
"Oh hello, oh...yes, he's doing quite better, Ed that is.
*nods and smiles*
"He'll be just fine, are you a friend of his?"</span></i>
"If anyone wants it, take one"
*takes a toast*
"Does anyone know how Ed's doing?</u></span>
"I haven't actually heard much about this, I was just transferred here, they said they were short on Med staff so here I am. What exactly happened? Was it some sort of accident?
*raises an eyebrow*</span></i>
*waves at anothy*
"Hey man, good to have some more people aboard, the more guns the better, hopefully you have better aim than ed, he managed to bang himself up pretty bad over there on the firing range, in case you didn't hear about that yet that is."
*takes a piece of french toast from Khan*
"Thanks man, hope this stuff is better than most of what they serv up here. Comming to think of ed tho I think he's about good to go heard some of the others saying that the nano's have him almost ready to be back in action, and that was a good hour ago when they said that, hes probably already up and walking around."
*eats some of his toast*
"Well, we got a while before our next shift, probabaly another good 8 hours or something, anyone want to hit the sims?"</span>
<b>BTW Zooby, you might just want to nickname yourself zooby, as using names asides from your forum name or something very closely related becomes tough with this many people.</b>
"Hey guys, heard anything about Ed yet?"
*sinks into a large chair near the table*
"Anyone here got CS 27 or any other Half-Life 27 mods on their quarter's computer?</span>
"CS 27? Nah, I have Warcraft XXVII in my dorm"
*takes a drink from Vodka and eats another french toast*
"Hey Darkness, wasn't it you who did Hapkido? I was trained in a similar martial art, called Ai-Ki-Do. Think they might be similar."</u></span>
*looks around.*
"Eh, pretty boring here. Mind if I go with you, Khaim? Haven't been everywhere yet...by the way, you can call me Zooby if you wish."</i></span></span>
<b>hence forth my nick is zooby</b>
" well, im in for anything fun. i need something to take my mind off that poor man today... ed was it? i havent really met anyone."
*thinks*
" almost anything. "</b></span>
"Hi, who are you? why don't you join us in the sim?"</span></span></i>
*heds to sim units with everyone whose going*</b> </span>
"I'm free to go, right?" *He asks one of the passing nurses, He nods.*
"Thanks" *Ed gets to his feet, changes out of the silly hospital gown, and heads down to the cafeteria. A sudden thought passes through Ed's head. <i>Since I died, does that mean i can collect on ym life insurance?</i> Ed shrugs it off as he enters the cafeteria, the second time in all so many days.*
"Hey guys, how goes..."
*Ed's eyes meet somthing unexpected, the female form.*
"H-H-hi.." *Ed stutters.*
</span>
*grins, then looks at Ed curiously*
"Ed, are you smuggling weapons in your pocket again?"</span></span>