Mylo | M: Quill, Dallas, Vas

Mylo had been doing a pretty damn fine job of keeping his pain under lockdown, jaw tight, even, controlled breathing; but the second Vas pressed harder against his side, white hot pain seared through him. His teeth clenched, a muscle in his jaw ticking, and his nose wrinkled as his fingers curled into his pants. "I call bullshit on that so called bit, there Vas." He rasped, voice strained but laced with dry, half hearted amusement despite the way his ribs screamed in protest, "Now would ya quit poking at me."

Mylo let out a slow and shallow exhale, keeping his breaths measured. It wasn't the first time he'd ended up with a broken rib, but like with anything else, it didn't make it hurt any less. If he had to describe it he'd probably relate it to a knife, twisting deep beneath his skin; a sharp unrelenting object that flared with every twist and movement he made. And Vas had only aggrivated the injury, it had shifted from a dull ache to raw and searing that sent a sickening wave of pressure through his chest, like something was grinding where it shouldn't be.

Mylo just happened to glance in Dally's direction and softly cursed under his breath. "One of these days, that boy is gonna have an actually serious injury, and refuse to come in here." He grumbled before shutting his eyes for a brief moment and let out a sigh, "So what're we working with and how long until I can put a shirt back on."

Yutaka - Engineer - Mention(s): Flux (ind: Quill, Cassiopeia/Ava)

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Yutaka shook his head, having heard the same noise that Flux had. Casting his eyes to the ceiling as if it would suddenly show him all the answers, he frowned. "I don't know what's going on up there. Not any announed vistor, at least." His mouth was in a bit of a tight line, but he shrugged. "I'll have a quick word with Cap in a moment and I'll head out to the trading post to grab some stuff. So..." he combed his hair with his fingers, transferring the diluted oversaturated oil condensate to his hair too unintentionally, "... I can probably grab some of the stuff you'd need." He nodded in assent with himself. "You could look through the stuff I've got in the engine bay storage too, if that might help." Although he wasn't too sure if he'd have prosthesis parts in there, there might be some things in there that would be useful. Like the microthread receptor processors that were probably hanging out on the second shelf that he used once.

Unlike how Flux seemed to be, he wasn't too concerned about the big thump. It wasn't his business. And his mind was whirring with Flux's ideas, not even noticing that he'd dropped the paper.

If the all hands on deck call came out, he'd go off and do exactly that. Then he'd probably start getting concerned about the big thump that had rattled the ship. Or maybe if there were multiple more thumps, he'd get concerned. But right now, they seemed to be fine, thump or not. Plus, he was concentrating too much on his shopping list that was was forming in his head.

"I'll go talk to Cap about it, and I'll find you once I'm back, alright?" He shot a smile in Flux's direction, then walked off, on the search for the captain.

Mirko said:

Shai: Dir-Ava/Cassiopei, Vas

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Shai took the other dragon backing away as sign of permission and immediately crouched down near the person on the ground. From what he could tell there was no blood, only what appeared to be stomach pain if the way she held her stomach was anything to go off of.

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Shai looked up at the dragon and gave a small grimace. "I'm not sure if our medic will get here quick enough, I'll have to take her to him instead". He began tilting his head back and forth, debating with himself the easiest way to get to the med bay.

After coming to a decision, he carefully picked up the unconscious human and motioned the dragon to follow him. "Vas is this way. We should probably hurry".

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Shai ran as quickly as he could with a another person in his arms down the numerous metal hallways until he finally reached the one he was looking for. He was still a couple feet from the door when he began to yell, "Vas! I've got a patient for you and it's not looking good!"