(A/N) Ok everyone, here's our latest update from everyone's favourite medic, Killian Jay! Written, as always, by Casaric. For anyone out there interested in taking part in this collab, or in future collaborations associated with this project, please check out our forum now! It's titled The Freelancer Collaboration within the RvB forums.

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Chapter Thirty-Six - Evaluating The Damage

Killian Jay – Private First Class, Medic

Written by Casaric


"I remember, after the battle of New Delhi, for the first time, seeing those Agents...well, broken. I remember the angle that Carolina's arm was at, and how much blood Massa had lost. I could see it, the way their eyes were a just a little darker. Some part of them had died down there on Haven, and not even I can bring back the dead." - Killian Jay, personal logs.


Medical Log 0121

Pvt. First Class, Killian Jay – Combat Medic

–/–/– {Date Redacted, as Requested by Head of Medical Staff}


Patient Information. Event, Prior.

I. Name. -{Redacted}

II. Call-sign or Alias. - Agent Carolina

III. Medical Conditions. - None

IV. Physical State Prior to Event. - Excellent

V. Mental State Prior to Event. - Sane

VI. Gender. - Female

VII. Notes. - Torture may have effected Carolina's psyche more than the other Agents, due to her standing on the board. Psyche treatment may be necessary if mental state is too severe, though I doubt this.


Patient Information. Event, Prior.

I. Name. -{Redacted}

II. Call-sign or Alias. - Agent York

III. Medical Conditions. - None

IV. Physical State Prior to Event. - Excellent

V. Mental State Prior to Event. - Sane

VI. Gender. - Male

VII. Notes. - Seems more lax in nature that other Freelancers and while not unaffected by the torture, did seem more resilient to the mental effects. Routine Mental and Physical exams are still in order.


Patient Information. Event, Prior.

I. Name. -{Redacted}

II. Call-sign or Alias. - AgentAlaska

III. Medical Conditions. - Possibility of Schizophrenia

IV. Physical State Prior to Event. - Excellent

V. Mental State Prior to Event. - Debatable

VI. Gender. - Male

VII. Notes. - This guy is kinda creepy. Agent Alaska seems...oddly unaffected by the torture. This may be a sign of mental trauma, and he's just hiding it... or he's really just that fucking crazyresilient to both mental and physical trauma. Standard mental and physical exams will still have to be carried out, as per protocol.


Patient Information. Event, Prior.

I. Name. -{Redacted}

II. Call-sign or Alias. - Agent Massachusetts

III. Medical Conditions. - None

IV. Physical State Prior to Event. - Excellent

V. Mental State Prior to Event. - Sane

VI. Gender. - Female

VII. Notes. - Agent Massachusetts took some serious damage. She pulled though, luckily, and I don't expect serious mental trauma, but Jesus Christ, how can someone loose that much blood and still be alive?


Patient Information. Event, Prior.

I. Name. -{Redacted}

II. Call-sign or Alias. - 479er

III. Medical Conditions. - None

IV. Physical StatePrior to Event. - Great

V. Mental State Prior to Event. - Sane

VI. Gender. - Female

VII. Notes. -...Why is it the people I actually like keep getting brutally mauled? 479er sustained some injury from pelican crash. Torture also inflicted wounds. Knowing her, I really don't have to worry about her mental state.


Killian is a medic. He is payed to care about his patients'. In a profession like his, it can be hard to find "genuine" care. Killian genuinely cares for his patients'. Which is to say, he dislikes it when the people he works with get shot out of the sky and tortured.

Killian wanted to surgically remove each limb from every Insurrectionist who ever existed with a rusty spoon...starting with the toes.

The medic shook himself free from his thoughts of murder, and cast a sidelong glance at the examination room door. He had a job to do, and standing out in the hall like an idiot was not going to get it done.

He adjusted his posture, always best to appear like you know what you're doing, even if you don't, and walked in, the metallic door opening quietly. The room within was small, and rather plain, containing a couple of chairs, one of which was occupied, and a single table.

The other room's current occupant glanced up at the approaching medic, but didn't seem to acknowledge his presence beyond that.

"Agent Massachusetts?" Killian asked, making his way to the open seat.

The Freelancer nodded in confirmation. She looked weak, and tired. She needed to be in bed, recovering from a plane crash and torture. Not in an examination room.

Killian was now comfortably situated in the seat opposite his current 'patient'.

"...I'm going to ask you two questions. I want you answer them truthfully."

Another nod.

"Do you think you will recover?"

A hesitant nod.

"Are you sane?"

A nod.

Killian sighed. "Okay. That's all I needed. Do you want me to get someone to help you back to your room? Or do you think you can make it?"

"...Yes." Her voice was quiet and strained.

"Okay, let me go grab Ted..."


It wasn't that Killian didn't like Agent Alaska. He just felt the need to be cautious around him. And Penn. Killian was still a little pissed about that whole triple-overtime bullshit, actually.

But this was Alaska. Not Penn. Nevertheless...

"Are you in good physical condition?"

"Yes."

"Are you in good mental condition?"

"Yes."

"Alright, we're done here."

Killian tries to limit the amount of time spent with either Freelancer.


479er was a friend. Killian did not like seeing his friends hurt. It made him think murderous thoughts.

"...They actually managed to shoot you down?" Killian asked in mock-disbelief.

"It was a lucky shot." 479er replied, quick to defend her piloting ability.

"Or a lot of missiles." Killian pointed out.

"Like I said, it was a lucky shot." 479er said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Right..." Killian, master of sarcasm.

"Shut-up Killian..." 479er does not appreciate his 'art'.

The medic held up his hands in mock surrender to the female pilot.

"Fine, fine. No more sarcastic remarks." Killian said with a sigh, giving in to her implied demands.

"Good. You were starting to give me head-ache."

"...So our usually bull-shit aside, how are you holding up?" Killian asked, trying to get back on track.

"Better. A lot better than before."

"I'm glad to hear it. Hopefully you'll be flying again pretty soon, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"You wanna grab a beer later?"

"Sure."

479er's Examinations, when Performed by Killian Jay, usually weren't really examinations at all.


Killian likes to think that he and York are 'friends'...Getting completely wasted and passing out after watching a freaking awesome game of Grifball makes people friends...right?

"...Yeah, everything checks out here. You are as healthy and as sane as humanly possible after what you went through."

"Alright, thanks doc."

"Do you know how many people are going to be showing up for Grifball? I need to know how much beer to bring..."

Yes. Yes it does.


Carolina's examination was short, and to the point. No need to be all formal after doing four of the damn things.

"Are you healthy?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sane?"

"I like to think I am, doc."

Killian sighed and shook his head, getting an odd look from Carolina in response. "See, as far as I can tell, you can't be sane and a Freelancer at the same time. It just doesn't work like that."


Killian exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. He had finally finished those post-examination medical reports and all he had to do now was deliver them to the Director.

"Is it bad that doctor wants a beer?" Killian mumbled, pulling himself away from his desk. Those reports weren't going to deliver themselves.


Killian stepped out of the Director's office, and starting banging his head against the nearby wall. It helped to relive the massive head-ache that was starting to come on.

"Eightthumpmorethumpfuckingthumpmedicalsthumpforthumpeightthumpmorethumpfuckingthumpfreelancersthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump." The medic's sentence was broken by the sound of his head smashing into the hard steel wall.