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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 10, 2009 21:57:37 GMT
The Royal was a large modern building equipped with the latest in medical technology. Military forces soon descended upon the area and the Supreme Commander was rushed to a specialised facility with the Empress still attempting to save his life.
OOC: I didn't know what else to put
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 10, 2009 22:11:13 GMT
John was in a comma, his vitals were failing, and some of his armour could not be removed. The nanorobots in his body were destroying everything, and the internal bleeding wasn't stopping. He was losing blood fast, and the risk of a clot forming due to the cell debris left behind by the robots was increasing rapidly.
If John Hammond died in Imperial Coalition territory, many things were uncertain.
OOC: Maybe a good time to let Fyaar go?
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Jun 11, 2009 23:29:03 GMT
Three doctors walked into the ward, cleared by security due to their identification badges. They walked to the edge of the quarantine zone and fitted suits, before entering under the covers. They headed towards the Supreme Commander's bed, where he was unresponsive. His condition had improved dramatically, without any outside contact, it seemed that his body was putting up a better fight against the infections he already had. It was good news, but the doctor's still had a needle with them. Jabbing a yellow liquid into his arm, they knew that for the next couple of days his body would have renewed energy and fight off the infection while they moved out of the hospital. Checking his logs before proceeding to make sure there would be no difficulties in his condition, they radioed in to a ship hovering nearby. "This is Theta-Two, proceed with plan" the one doctor said, a small transmitter fixed to his cheek.
The doctors moved the Supreme Commander's bed outside of the room and down the corridor, while they waited for pickup. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes of deadly silence, a freighter plowed through the windows of the hospital ward and lowered it's ramp. Re-entering the room, the doctors struggling with the bed found a large portion of the balcony destroyed and the ramp within the ward itself. They quickly pushed the bed up the ramp and closed it behind them, one giving a quick wave to a squad of armed soldiers entering the ward. The freighter began to rise into the sky and activated it's engines, rising over the skyscrapers around the hospital and then following the river towards the forest.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 11, 2009 23:36:01 GMT
The Guardians saw the incoming ship, and one of them, stationed directly in front of the ship called it in.
"Medical freighter approaching. Clear the gateway."
"What?" The response was immediate and nervous. "There's no freighter cleared for landing!"
The Guardians heard the response through their radio, and reacted immediately.
"Get to the asset. Move, move, move!" The three squadrons mobilized immediately, running up the stairs.
"Shoot it down, shoot it down!" But it was too late; the freighter was already lowering a ramp down the destroyed balcony.
"Cancel that, asset is on board. Repeat, do not fire, do not fire!" The Guardians watched helplessly as their Commander was quickly taken away from them, unable to do anything due to the lack of air support.
"Who's in charge now?"
"General Fyaar."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. Report to Empress Solast. Her security is breached, and she may be compromised. She'll know what to do."
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