by MillietheWarrior » 09/16/2009 9:23 PM
Kicks and Recoil followed Madeline to the back, not seeming to mind that she pretty much ignored them immediately. Solus, who still wore his helmet, tilted it down to look at her as she stomped up to him, arms crossed over his broad chest. Trinket leaned around the second in command, eyeing Maddi with a small, mischievous smile. His helmet was clipped to his belt, swinging against his hip as he leaned forward to poke Kicks in the side. His hair was cropped short, nearly buzzed completely off, but there were definite orange streaks zigg-zagging through his dark, chocolate hair. “Who is she?” he asked, glancing at his second leader, and then at Kicks once more. The red-haired clone shrugged, before his gaze shifted to Solus, who had unfolded his arms and unclasped his helmet from his head.
His hair was a deep, rich black, smooth and curly. It was crew-cut, cropped extremely short; a soldier’s haircut. Solus had what looked like a scar running down and over his eye, crossing across his face and lips to end at the back of his jaw. The top of his jumpsuit concealed even more scars, a few visible over the neck of his armor. He had brilliant blue eyes, but they were anything but soft as he gazed down at Madeline. He clipped his helmet to his belt, and re-crossed his arms once more. He ignored Trinket. “Now,” he rumbled in a low, deep voice. It was deeper than his brothers; throaty, gravelly, almost a growl in comparison. Perhaps the deep scar running across his throat had something to do with it. “He’s getting treated for his wound.” His eyes shot to Kicks, who had a large smile on his face. It instantly disappeared when Solus’ gaze landed on him. “I will require details later. For now, it’s best to just…Not ask questions.”
His eyes flickered down to Madeline, and he tilted his head slightly. He looked as if he was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by a loud ’clank’ behind the curtain, and the sound of someone cursing under their breath. All eyes snapped to the side, and each Clone seemed a bit anxious about seeing what was going on behind the strung up white sheet. “Sir?” Solus called, his face awash with confusion. Prudii’s low, growly voice came from behind the curtain, obviously very, very annoyed. “Tell this shabla piece of tin to stop poking at my shoulder, or I’m gonna turn it into kriffing scrap metal!” There was a disgruntled clicking sound, and a med droid reversed out from behind the curtain at high speed. Trinket and Kicks jumped aside to let it pass as it zig-zagged out of the ward, mechanical arms thrown up in exasperation.
Solus ignored the scene, stepping forward to pull the curtain back with one, fluid motion. Prudii was sitting up in bed, shoulder wrapped and bound tightly, armor removed (His belt and the spider sat on the floor, safe and sound), and the top half of his body suit hanging around his waist. He was leaning against the back of the bed, sheets pulled up to his waist, and a scowl crossing his darkening face. There was an IV drip in one arm, and what looked like a tube of blood hooked to the other. His skin and face were very pale, but slowly, he was beginning to regain his color. Prudii’s gaze landed on Solus, and he growled. “You know I hate those things,” he muttered, leaning back tiredly against the bed frame. Solus snapped off a salute, looking slightly apologetic. “Sorry sir,” he said, dipping his head slowly. Kicks took the initiative to push Madeline forward by the small of her back, a wide grin on his face.
“Look what we brought you, sir!” he chirped, practically bouncing on his heels. “She’s super scary…I like her. Where’d you get her?” Prudii’s face twisted into what could be an amused smirk, before his gaze landed on Madeline’s disheveled and scratched up state. Instantly, his eyes darkened, and he looked to Trinket. “Care to explain why she still hasn’t been tended to?” he asked, his voice a dangerous growl. Trinket seemed to give a little bounce, as if remembering he was the squad medic, and hurried away to retrieve a small med kit. He immediately returned, and motioned for Madeline to sit in a chair beside the bed. Prudii’s gaze, however, had not left Madeline.
“What did you tell them?” he asked, sounding curious, and a bit anxious at the same time. He glanced up at Solus and nodded his head in a short jerk. Solus nodded back, and strode through the room to shut the large paneled doors that separated the Intensive care ward from the rest of the infirmary. Prudii waited until they were shut. “Madeline, did they explain anything to you? About us?” he asked, suddenly very serious. He winced slightly as he leaned forward, his face scrunching up in pain before he settled back down again. “By the way…Good job with the sniper. Mandokarla.” He winked at her, smiling slightly. "But...Onto business. Welcome to the base. There's a few things you need to know. And I'm surprised my squad is still in one piece."
He lifted his arm, his face looking slightly pained as he did so, and gently touched her hand. "Your gonna be stuck here a while...cyar'ika." He had never called anyone that before--ever. His squad all had equally shocked looks on their faces, but wisely hid them behind nonchalant expressions. Prudii ignored them. "There's a few things I think you need to know about me...About all of us. And now's as good a time as ever." He wasn't looking forward to telling her any of the things he'd kept hidden from her. He glanced at Trinket, silently willing him to hurry up and treat her wounds. Once she was stitched and patched up, the squad would wisely make a hasty retreat.
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