And equiplog!

Petch settled Big Z up against the wall after putting in some medical foam and taking off his armor. She let out a soft sigh when she found that the wound would not kill him, just wound him pretty bad for awhile, but he'd be fine. She let him sit there as she leaned up against the wall of the pelican, taking out her old team's dogtags and running her thumb along what was left of the names and numbers, she murmured each one of her team. She let out a soft sigh and stared out into space, thinking.

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Big Z woke up with the sting of something in his chest, working to help stop the bleeding from the sniper round that had struck him the chest not a few seconds ago, or was it minutes, one minute he saw Petch screaming at the figure in white armor, the next he was in pain from the bio foam working its miracles in his wound. Wait, did she do this? He thought, as he ran a bare hand over his chest which was now bare of his armor and now was only adorned with a bright red bandage. He was against a wall, with a plethora of medical supplies scattered around him with his armor not too far away, but his weapons were gone.

Sitting up he could feel, a raging pain shoot through his chest and scream at him to stay down. But he wasn't known for listening to little voices. It wasn't his first time getting shot, not with a sniper rifle anyway. Being a sniper means dueling with other snipers, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But he hadn't lost here, he'd been about to kill Petch until he was shot, but now, she had healed him? This was something that Z wouldn't have dreamed of a few hours before. But here it was.
He looked around to see Petch against another wall, her head against her knees, and in her left hand she held a set of dog tags, they were old, battered, and beaten. The scribbled punched in information was still there, but barely. Petch's fingers ran over the writing idly as she held her head down and focused on some far off thing. Big Z had no idea what to do, except to do what he had come here to do, so he walked forward.

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Petch jumped as a Big Z's hand covered the dogtags from her view, she looked up at him without saying a word, watching as he look from her hand to her with a questioning look. Petch sighed and pulled out one of the dogtags, slipping it over her head, then she took another one doing the same thing, she repeated this motion until all the dogtags hung around her neck.

"Where they Freelancers too?" he asked, his voice slightly slower then usual, as if he was trying not to upset her. Petch gave a tiny nod. Z leaned forward and peered at her a face a moment, looking from one eye to the other. "Your eyes are two different shades of green." At this murmured remark Petch looked up at him and smiled a bit with another nod. Z huffed a bit in interest and pulled his head back.

"It was a reaction to the experiments," she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck with two fingers. Z raised an eyebrow and Petch let out a soft sigh, leaning her head forward to show a bit of tech in the back of her neck. He gasped at the sight of it, a red light blinked just above a green one on the left side while other parts spun or glowed slightly on the inside. "The Psalms project, I was the only survivor." She let her hair fall back against her shoulders and stood up straight. "Part human, part robot, and part AI. Brilliant, but painful." Z stared at her a moment in the silence, but it didn't last long. "Come on, we had better head back." With that Petch walked back to the cockpit and sat in the pilot's chair. She glanced back as the red spartan sat in the co-pilot's seat behind her.

"You got it, Two Shades," he said. Z raised an eyebrow as Petch stared at him a long moment. "Something wrong?" Petch gave a slight smile and sat back against the chair as she started up the Pelican.

"Nothing at all," she said, a cheeriness entering her voice as they took off. "Up, up and away!" Z chuckled as they took off for home. Petch may be a Freelancer, but she hadn't wanted to be, that much was obvious. But if she ever became a threat, he would kill her. Though after that remark she made back there when Wyoming had fired on him made him highly doubt she ever would.

And that's a wrap! Whoo-rah!

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