FRS Chpt 16

==Falcon Rising - Chapter 16 -==
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===Taking Account What Have Now===
Date: September, 3050Location: Parakoila, Jade Falcon Occupation Zone
<{"Warning, reactor compromised shutdown eminent!"}> Betty warned as I slowly came to, the straps of my command the only things preventing me from falling to the cracked cockpit glass below.
 
The displays were still functional, if barely, and the wire framework display of the Bobby B's layout and armor was flashing red, indicating that everything was barely functional.
 
The gyro spun, but only barely as I used the bare stubs of my PPCs to stand. Where the enemy Warhammer had been was only a crater, and everything within it was gone. "Star Commander, what is your status?"
 
"Armor state is critical," I replied. "I have received injuries as well. Likelihood is that my reactor is going to shut down momentarily."
 
"Standby, we have recovery teams moving in, the Batchall has been won, and there is glory to go around."
 
"Copy that." I responded as the post adrenaline crash began to set in, the reactor on my 'Mech finally shutting down as I popped open the hatch and cool air began to fill my cockpit.
 
"Whelp," I sat down and let my legs dangle out. "I'm alive. That's more than I can say about more than a few people."
 
I laid my head against the bottom of the cockpit and exhaled slowly, closing my eyes and drifting off as I waited for a recover team to come and collect both me and my 'Mech.
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===Bed Rest===
"Ahh good, you are finally awake," a cheerful voice greeted me as I opened my eyes to nothing but blurs. "You took quite a blast. So take it easy for a moment."
 
"I don not remember falling asleep."
 
"You were just outside of the blast radius of a 'mech's reactor going critical," the nurse explained. "If you recall, you managed to get your 'Mech back up onto its feet before you passed out," she sat down and pulled out my chart. "Right now, your leg is in a cast due to a minor fracture. We should have it off in a month, but until then, you're not to participate in any Trials, augmented or otherwise."
 
"Oh," I glanced down at my left leg, finally realizing that it was bound up, the cast extending from my ankle to just below my knee. "Any other injuries of note, Doc?"
 
"Take it slow, you nearly tore the cartilage between a few of your ribs." she glared. "I have asked your Star to ensure that you rest and recover until you are healed. You are far from the first warrior I have dealt with, and I do not want to see you back here again with an injury because you refused to acknowledge orders from my caste."
 
"Fine," I leaned back in the hospital bed. "May I request for some of my books to be brought to me?"
 
"That will be acceptable," she nodded. "Should that be the only thing you do, I will be pleasantly surprised."
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===Reassignment===
"Star Commander," The man now in charge of the Garrison nodded as I limped into the office. "How fare your injuries?"
 
"I am going to be limited of paperwork for the next month or so," I took a seat as the Star Captain gestured. "You wished to speak to me of something else though?"
 
"Yes," the man nodded. "We have reviewed the Battleroms and were impressed with the way you led a star into combat. Unfortunately, it is believed that you are too old to continue serving given the injuries that you sustained after the other Warhammer's reactor went critical."
 
"Then what is to be done?" I asked.
 
"You are being folded into the Nega Garrison Cluster as they trail the Gyrfalcon Galaxy," The Star Captain sighed. "It is against my recommendation, but I am not able to hold a Trial of Refusal for you."
 
"Am I allowed to keep my 'Mech?" I asked. "I would not see it scrapped if I am capable of repairing it."
 
An aid stepped forward and whispered into the Star Captain's ear for a minute.
 
"Your Warhammer is currently with the Technicians," the Star Captain met my eyes. "You will be shipped out after it is repaired."
 
"So I am now Solahma?" I raised an eyebrow.
"It has been decided by those who are above me," the other man sighed. "Given your combat record of late, I would rather have you among my warriors, but I was rejected, and the bidding did not favor me, so I withdrew my objection."
 
"Will any among my current Binary be shifted with me, quiaff?"
 
"Neg," he shook his head. "It is just you that has been remitted. However, I believe that two of the pilots that were among the Star you commanded in the Trial of Possession wish to depart with you."
 
"Thank you for the information," I inclined my head. "Now, if there wasn't anything else?"
 
"No, you are dismissed."
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===Reassignment===
"We're going to have a lot of work to do," I glanced at Jasper, a frown on the technicians case at both the contraction and how damaged the Bobby B was.
 
"How?" He asked, his hands gesturing at the exposed myomers and nearly destroyed chassis.
 
"Enemy reactor went critical." I shrugged. "Now, can we fix her?"
 
"We can," he sighed. "But I am uncertain if it would be worth it instead of simply pulling another one from the depots."
 
"I know there were spares on the LaLst of Us," I referenced the dropship that had been with me when the Clans had found me. "May we not utilize those if they are available?"
 
"You would use inferior technology?"Jasper asked.
 
"It is not so inferior as you might think," I shrugged. "Besides, I only need the myomers and the structure. I can utilized the PPCs that were onboard my old ship. They will serve me as well as any of the most current technology will."
 
"We will take what we need from those spares," Jasper replied. "But I will not removed the weaponry that you are currently making use of. You will have need of it in the future."
 
"I'm being shifted to a Garrison Cluster," I chuckled. "I doubt I'll be using them all that much."
 
"We shall see," Jasper then turned his full attention to me. "Now go and see to it that your Binary is well taken care of. We will handle this, quiaff?"
 
"Aff," I replied. "I will help out where I am able."
 
"You are injured," Jasper looked at the leg that was in a cast and then glanced at my torso where a hint of white peeked out from my uniform. "There is nothing you could do to assist us at present."
 
"Fine," I grunted. "but I'll be checking in regularly."
 
"You know that we will do good work," Jasper smirked. "Instead, enjoy the time that you have with your fellow warriors. It is not often that they are able to spend time with one who is as old as you are."
 
"Asshole," I began to limp away. "Take care of her!" I called back out. "She's one of the only things I've got left."
 
I slowly limped into the barracks for the Trinary, a bark and a dark figure panting as Gray met me, her tail wagging fiercely.
 
"Hey girl," I leaned down and stroked her head behind her ears. "I'm sorry I left you here, I'll definitely be bringing you with me next time. I missed our adventures."
 
Gray licked my hand before following me to the assigned bunk where she climbed into my lap and curled up, her warm body bringing me peace as I slowly petted her soft fur.
 
"Let me get some rest," I rolled over and curled up with the Octo-Wolf. "I think we're going to have a busy few weeks."
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