[h3][center]Simon[/center][/h3]

[color=lightblue]"Hmm."[/color]

The good Captain arrived, as did the rest of their motley crew. He began a speech, and then was promptly put down by a bullet between the eyes. That was when gunfire began pouring into the spaceport as thugs and goons from some unknown source started shooting at the team, prompting everyone to duck and cover and return fire.

Simon's brain kicked into combat mode as he ran, boots thumping against the metal as he vaulted over a crate and hid behind it while bullets flew and whistled past him. Pressed up against the crate, he tapped his wrist twice and braced as his helmet folded up and around his head, the interface displayed within flashing instantly into life as it began a scan of the immediate area using both optical and aural scanners to locate and identify friendlies and hostiles. He risked being shot to peek up over his cover and his HUD identified every other uncovered individual that was shooting his way, marking them and their companions in red. Then, as he ducked back behind cover, he swept his vision both to his left and right to capture his allies, marked in blue.

He sighed and gripped his rifle tighter, taking in a breath and slowly exhaling, before swinging out from his cover, sighting on the first of their many aggressors. Simon squeezed the trigger of his rifle, and it roared loud, louder than any of the other firearms in the area as the powerful laser cutter and magnetic rail assembly within his firearm tore a chunk of molten metal from its ammunition bay and shot it directly at the man. The metal bolt, cooling rapidly in the air, still retained enough heat to sizzle on impact with the man's flesh, blowing a good sized chunk out of the left side of his body while severing his arm at the shoulder. Another trigger squeeze and a second bolt spat, pounding into another target's torso and blowing a hole straight through him. A third shot roared from his rifle and it blew a man's gun into pieces, along with his hands and much of his forearms. A fourth shot into the screaming man's torso ended his suffering as quickly as it had started.

Simon ducked back down behind cover as details of his allies began filtering into his HUD. He still didn't have any names, but their races and vitals slowly filled a ticker that attached to their silhouettes in his vision. Mostly human, with one beast man in their party, along with a female. A curious bunch, he absently noted, but a well formed team nonetheless. 

Then, three rather important things happened at once. Firstly and secondly, both the lone lady and the beast man took hits, evidenced by their significantly increased heart rate and dropping blood pressure levels. Following that, the beast man stood and yelled for a general retreat as he ran backwards towards the far end of the junkyard. Withholding his status as a doctor for the moment, Simon simply complied, firing off a few more unaimed shots to suppress their enemies before darting off in hot pursuit. He managed to catch up with the beast man, whose name was still unknown to him, and yelled at him, the speakers on his armour's shoulders amplifying his voice to be audible over the gunfire. As he spoke, he shifted half of his attention to his rifle, where he turned a knob on one side of the gun, pulled a slide and slipped in a thin, translucent plastic magazine.

[color=lightblue]"Sir! I am a doctor and you appear to have been shot! Allow me to aid you!"[/color]

And without regard for the man's opinion on things he pointed his rifle ahead of where he was running and fired. The capsules he shot made almost no noise as they left his gun and exploded against the floor in clouds of a fine, white mist, straight in Zharrus' path.

[color=lightblue]"Run through the clouds, friend! They are painkillers! They will dull the pain you are no doubt suffering from in your shoulder!"[/color]

His other patient, the lady, was some ways behind him, but the retreat was their priority and he'd follow it to the letter. For now, anyway.