AN: Sorry for the wait, I had lost the direction of this story, but thankfully I've regainedan idea of what to do. I appologise for the tiny length that I is so common of me, and I am trying to change it, however I found this chapter's natural ending to be at little over one thousand words. I figure it's best not to try my luck and end up injuring myself by diving straight in with a poor quality chapter of 3000 words, yeah? I would also like to take this time to say please go to the forums and check out the Organoid Rp (the bottom forum), desperately in need and people and with a great vision for the future. Any questions? Feel free to pm me. No notable songs for this fic, but I am working on the third chapter now. Btw, like the new title layout?
I hope you enjoy!
After The Fire
Chapter 2
"So what exactly happened?" Krueger asked, sitting next to Van a new Whale King. The Republic had gladly taken the gigantic zoids in the peace offerings after the war ended. The flying transport zoids were valued most by the emergency services that used them as fast methods of taking supplies and injured to the necessary areas.
They had decided that the fastest way to get to Van with all the medics and warriors was inside on of the Wale Kings, and now the soldiers were appreciating all the extra room while the medics attended to Raven in one of the emergency rooms.
"I was picking something up on the radar." Van began. "So I followed it and found a body. I didn't realize it was Raven until I got closer."
Krueger's brow creased, and he felt a sense of dread rising in him. "How did he come on radar?"
"He didn't." Van said quickly. "Something else did, but it got away."
"Hasn't Raven got an organoid?"
"You're right!" He cried, looking panicked. "That must have been Shadow!"
Krueger's eyes looked terribly sorry and Van was fidgeting with his fist. They had just discovered that one half of the most terrifying team alive was out on the loose and quite possible angry at them. They couldn't help but think about all the damage Shadow would cause when trying to find his human, and worse still: what would happen when he did find him?
Zeke made a strange sound between a purr and a growl to try and calm him down. Rising as he did, and watching Van cautiously. The humans seemed horrified, and Zeke couldn't understand why. Surely Shadow couldn't do much alone. He couldn't ever remember Shadow being the powerhouse of the two mavericks.
Meanwhile the medics were having an interesting time trying to get Raven safe and well.
"I don't see why we're doing this." A younger female complained. Her deep blue hair was bound tightly in a black band in a worrying attempt to keep the thick lot back. It looked like it might snap at any moment and fling out, creating disaster amongst the medics – some of those were surprisingly fragile for their profession.
"We're here to help." An older woman answered as she put a wet cloth on Raven's forehead. "Besides, we don't know if all he needs is a showed and some time under an Air-con. He could have suffered some more serious injuries."
"Like this." One of the few men added grimly. He had just removed one of the gloves with small difficulty and revealed to them all the burned palms.
They winced.
"Lacole, get the disinfectant spray from the cupboard." The old woman commanded before anyone else had reacted. Thirty years in the job and you see a lot. That said she still felt strange about this boy. He was a cold killer that looked as innocent as a child and was under her care. It was a very strange feeling.
The blue haired girl returned with the disinfectant quickly and though nervous, her curiosity led her to ask what she was sure was inappropriate. "He's going to get he death sentence anyway." She began shyly, and as expected received dirty looks from her colleagues. "So…aren't we just wasting tools?"
A young, blonde man from across the bed glanced from the boot he was removing to her. "As much as I hate him, I still have to do my job. Besides, look at him. He might get off because he's so young."
Lacole looked back down at her work of removing Raven's armour. She knew that he had lost family to Raven and tried not to think of how he must resent his work. Who would want to fix up the one who killed their family?
She turned her attention back to Raven's armour. The armour came off easier than she expected, but it was clearly damaged. Strange channels ran along the surface, looking very out of place. As she placed it down on a bedside table she realized the heat had partially melted it out of place. Did the safety straps make those marks? No…they're not the right size or shape…
The suit didn't fair much better, but amazingly hadn't fused to the boy's skin. The medics were all working on finding and aiding all burns. Sadly for them, this meant they had to strip him down first. Once that was done they were going to perform X-rays and see if anything was broken.
Lacole cut open the battle suit carefully. It wasn't too hard to pull away from the skin until it got to where the breastplate had been. She made a small wince and paused, trying to figure out the best way to remove to the once melted uniform.
The old woman glanced over and grimaced. "What's happened there?" She asked, leaning in and picking up a scalpel. "That doesn't look to good."
"No wonder they thought he was dead." The quietest said, her eyes flicking shyly up to the two female doctors. His body had suffered badly from the backfired heat of the charged particle beam, but something had stopped the full force of the inferno from wreaking its toll on him.
The old woman quickly removed the rest of his top, cutting around the melted suit. "We'll wait until we can graft." She mumbled while Lacole watched closely.
The girl found herself staring at the pale stomach. It was very toned for such a young body and even more surprising was the rib definition. She wondered how much he ate, and when the last time was. She knew it must have been a while since he passed out from something. He hadn't yet woken and as far as they knew his system was drug free. They had anesthetic on the tables and soldiers outside for the moment he regained consciousness, but it didn't seem too likely just yet.
Lacole hoped it would stay that way, as she had no intention of facing him waking to be half naked, injured and in a room full of strangers with cutting utensils.
