Is she pretty?

I find you and kill you.

Pink hair puta.

Hey, I think I see some ugly fucking lobster monster thing.

It's dying time freak!!

Aw... Miquel, you still working through that latent homosexual tendency? Come and give us a hug to your daddy Charr and I'll give you a present.

I know its not the first time you pulled off a skirt and got a surprise.

[Abandoned camera show lopsided view of ruined triage. Thunderclap, followed by what might be dry heaves somewhere off camera. Alex steps into view wiping his mouth, spitting.*

"Oh, god, I need to cut back on this shit ..."

"ANYONE STILL ALIVE? ENDEAVOR ...? There you are ..."

[Going off camera.]

Charr, no way in hell I'm telling you where I am. And I wouldn't know if she's pretty. She's covered in soot and blood. I doubt you'd find that sexy.

But now, it's time to bail, I got her with me. Looks like I've got some attention. Alex!

*connection converging with existing feeds...*

Fuckin' pussy.

I proclaim I have just killed this red-shelled motherfucker that's been freaking people out and he wasn't half tough at all.

I'm putting Charr's head on my mantle. Heehe.

No, that's the sexiest part. :p

Red shelled? Heh. Its vermilllion you freak. Stupid fucker killed the wrong nova.

[size:6]BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA[/color]

"Yeah ... y'know I don't think the girl there's going to make it past triage, but I guess we can try. Got your stuff? Let's go."

[Hospital. Ragged-looking warp opens (Long's style) and spits out Endeavor and a messed up Utopian woman, followed shortly by Alex. Warp collapses, Alex collapses.]

This is going out to any novas with the ability to teleport. I have to get out of here. I will pay you the sum of one-hundred thousand American dollars. I am a nova. I need help.

Please help me.

SHIT!

I'm going to get you you fucking freak!

Your dead!

DEAD!

You see the pretty little burmese girl up ahead? Go on, look around. I'm coming up on her right now and if you get to her first maybe you'll see me.

Don't you see me yet?

I'm getting closer.

{camera: Endeavor puts the wounded Utopian on a table] Alright, here's the supplies. *puts down a VERY LARGE napsack of equipment and supplies on the floor.* Now, let's see what I can do for you guy... Alex!

*slides over to alex after slipping on a pool of blood on the floor.*

Alex! You alright?

Fuck you freako!

Beat ya to her!

HA!

[size:8]GOTCHA![/color]

Stupid fuckers never expect that. Heehehe...?... Goddamn it! Now I need another body and I just put that one on.

Fuck!

This is really starting to piss me off.

Too many broken are coming in. They were already sick. They are contagious on the Inside. A trap. A trick. Consensus shrieks for murder. Their minds are too much. The Others are breaking themselves. They take too long to fix.

External control is sporadic. The departing ones are too few. Most are either entirely dead or entirely alive. Permission to exterminate on sight is granted if in self defense, but this is not encouraged. Death is not sought.

...

Total mass has been reduced by approximately 7.8%... Assailants' mass incorporated: 94.3%. Moral justification is asserted. It is better Inside.

...

Any individuals injured beyond the hope of recovery may be preserved/incorporated. Incorporation will only be undertaken with the condition of permission/request/self-defense/taint-induced-compulsion. ... Disengagement is politely encouraged in the case of the latter.

"..."

"No, not really. Feel like someone just ripped my eyes out my sockets. *cough* Only last a few minutes. Go ... save someone's life or something."

Oh baby have I got just the place for you. Hospital in a place called Parc de la Pau.

They are going to love you.

Make sure you tell them I sent you though.

I don't know who you people think you are treating this like some kind of amusement but if you have time to chat you have time to help!

Now stop this absurd fighting and start putting this chaos to rest.

Oooo. This is one is a nice fit.

Does chinese make my butt look big?

The advice is well taken Charr, however compliance is impossible. Plasma-based defenses have been deployed liberally, in preference to civil discussion. ... Covert entry would likely cause distress in the healthy occupants of the facility and must not be undertaken. Sincere regrets to the massed dying who must die on this account.

...

Total mass has been reduced by approximately 16.2%.

...

The Others are being fixed now. The Novas Inside find it more difficult to adjust than the larvae, it seems, and are more capable in matters of Internal manipulation. They require segregation and special care.

Aiight. I'm alive. Anyone else needing pickup? There's too many people here for me to evac effectively, so if you're out there, lemme know. I'll open a door (think I'm getting the hang of this - pretty much point and click).

Alright everyone, thought I'd report in between helping stitch people up and having to make some rough choices.

So far I have a 65% revival rate with the casualties here, and about 40% of them are... should I say... going to be missing more than 2 limbs. The rest that I have been able to assist in medical attention should live long enough to get to a Trauma center for surgery.

Thank god I took those first aid classes.

Crap... wouldn't you know it, my bad day is about to get worse. A Pregnant woman is about to give birth for cryin' out loud. Who'd wanna give birth at a time like this!

Gotta jet.

Not a pretty blue and yellow suit anywhere. The yoo-pees cut and ran. Damn. I never figured them for being that smart.

But check out this little bit of artwork. Let me pan back and show it to you in one piece.

[size:7]WHO MOURNS THE BASELINES?[/color]

Now there was one chimp that finally got it right and I'll tell yo......zzzzzztzz

I hope that transmission cut off is what it implies.

zzzztttt.

'M alive. Franklin got me. He's yellin' at me. What a surprise.

Somethin'... Dear Goddess, what's happenin'?

I hurt. Bad. Sak'r'ko, 'Lex, comin' to Triage now. Can help you guys with a bitta boost. Stupid monkeys, I was tryin' to help them.

Goddess, I hurt.

Great - another of Charr's nicknames catching on. Not as bad as some, I suppose.

I'll put you back together, so long as you don't tell the B A S E L I N E S. I'm kind of stealing a page from Neil Preston's book, only I don't regen as quickly. / : Don't think I could manage working en mass.

Monkeys?! Monkeys?!

Yeah sure call the humans whatever you like. They didn't start this fight the Quantum flavored monkeys did.

It's a wonder no nukes have been deployed yet and I have to wonder if that would be such a bad thing at this point.

Technically, I think all of this was brought on by T2M's very human supervisors, but it doesn't really matter at this point.

I'm going to have to let Long's teleportation abilities go - holding onto them is costing me juice I need for other things. If you're stranded, holler, and maybe we can get someone to retrieve you.

And, FYI, I'll be really fucking pissed if someone nukes me - not too many ways to make this a worse day, but that is definitely one of them.

Whoever it is that dumped juice into me -- twice -- I want to thank; no way in hell that I could keep two stasis shields up at the same time any other way. Some idiots are still blasting away at the shields -- I don't think they quite understand why they aren't making any headway -- and every once in a while someone peeks his head over; glad Endeavor is willing to point that freaking ray-gun of hers at anyone that does more than peek.

By the way, anyone happen to know why I don't have a scratch on me after being skewered like a kebob a half-dozen hours ago? We got a sneaky healer here, methinks...and I for one ain't complaining.

That said, I'm still trickling power into these canvas sheets, and I'm starting to lose my third (or fourth?) wind; Alex, if that offer of yours is still good, I'll take ten dollars worth of unleaded, thanks.

Hey, by the way...anyone see any sign of Jager?

God no, I would really like to... Keep it up, we're making some sort of headway. I can actually see an end to the living I need to evacuate.. I cannot count the dead. Anyone who wishes to leave come to me, I'll get you out... I've got enough power for 2 hours.. When my power runs out I will leave this place. Timeslip, Alex, Samhra, Endeavor, you've got 2 hours to get here before The last gate leaves. I won't be able to return for 2-3 hours

Well this monkey is still alive you monsters.

I kill you all if I can.

Santos, you stupid fuck, take a look around. The only reason you see anyone still alive is because some of us "monsters" have been busting our asses to keep them that way.

I'll also point out that just as many monkeys are taking a dirt nap because of monkey "us against everyone" gangs as there are victims of Nova violence. The overwhelming majority of idiots trying to attack the emergency hospital have been monkeys with guns, not Novas with death rays or whatever. If you're wandering around indiscriminately looking for Novas to kill, you're every bit as much of a monster as the clowns that kicked this cluster-fuck off in the first place.

So settle your goddamn little monkey ass down and help the wounded get the hell out of here.

Son...of...a....bitch! Fuckers are lobbing goddamn grenades into the surgery! Long, it's all done here; the monkey docs are dead, and so are the handful of wounded that were left. Get us the hell out of here -- and that means you too, big guy!

Yes Toto. It means what it implies. A shitty connection to the zip cornucopia of porn.

Thanks for the offer Lex but I'm fabulous. Got zippies lining up over here to let me film their hilarity for fun and profit. Funny how the little buggers prance when they see a camera. The fun's okay, I'm well into double digits on bodies and these fuckers are still clueless, but what the hell am I suppose to do with all that money N! is offering me?

Time Slip... your just not getting it. Miguel is the zips. He's what happens to monkeys that get kicked out by the tribe on the bottom of the foodchain. Dead end and waiting to die but still looking to share his useless existence before the end. Its a gene thing. Just give him his moment in the sun and acknowledge his warrior prowess or some shit then end it for him. Your doing him a favor. And the zips. This fuckers got political potential written all over him if he doesn't die before the end.

Appreciate the offer of a ride Long but you're not going where I want to be and I'm here 'til the end. Yoo-pees already turned tail and ran like a motherfucker from this mistake, lots of the brothers and sisters went afterwards - we didn't come for the zip circle jerk anyway - but I want to see it through.

Somebody's got to turn out the lights at the end.