Dead Space RP

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Why?" He asked.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled, and spat out a glob of bloodied saliva. "B-Big bastard...got a few good ones on me..." His RIG flashed a deep red.

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Ok. I don't care I'm getting you a Mrs pack." He then put his rig into a fully activated state making a few jets become visible on the back and some shoulder mounted plasma cutters pop up. "The rig's battery won't last forever like this but it'll get us to the engine room pretty quickly." He then sighed and continued "...unfortunately I won't be able to use it for a few hours after though..."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shook his head. "T-Take it slow...I don't need it that bad right now.  We may need you for the next few hours." He patted Aakor's arm. "I...I'll be fine."

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Not from the sounds or looks of it." Aakor said with a hint of aggression.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed. "If you go too fast, you might injure something else."

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Where's the nearest place we can get a med pack?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shrugged. "D-Dunno." He coughed again. "Let's keep looking. Don't overtax yourself on my account, Aakor. They'll need you more than I will, later."

[Fenox Helkiin]

"No. I don't want anyone dying on me."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray chuckled. "Then put me on the floor." He coughed, and rubbed his eye. "Bad joke, but seriously...take it slow." Ray limped along slowly, using Aakor as a crutch.

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Fine." He said

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded in thanks, and stopped at a wall locker. He spat on his paw, and spoke quietly. "Come on lucky sevens!" Ray opened the locker, and found a small medical kit. He sighed, and tossed it to Aakor. "Give me a paw, will you?"

[Ryan Naismith]

"Hold on." Leon said, pulling a locker out of its hinges "I can probably fashion a stretcher out of these lockers, given some time."

[Fenox Helkiin]

"Where do you need it?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shrugged. "Everywhere..."