(NPC mini post) 

"I-I don't know what to do!" Carsons stammered at the moons security chief, "The gunny is dead and our second in command is who-knows-where so just do whatever the hell needs to be done!" 

Carsons had never seen combat before and it was nothing like he was trained for. He couldn't even tell where the shots were coming from, the gunny was dead, and there was a sea of fighting people slowly approaching the Scythian. He felt a sturdy hand pull him around, "Get your head out of your ass and go help the loading crew that's still trapped in that sea of moon monkeys!" 

Carsons surveyed the the area looking for anyone that could use his assistance. He heard a loud crack as a bullet flew right past his head, he jumped off of the loading ramp and went prone. When he looked up he saw a young woman all curled up in a ball slightly rocking back and forth. By the looks of it she was part of the loading crew. 'The fuck is wrong with her?' Carsons thought to himself. He picked himself up and ran over to her and scooped her up and headed up the ramp. As he ran he noticed that every time there was a gunshot she would flinch and curl up tighter. Once he got her up into the Scythian's loading bay he brought her to the back and put her down. He took a knee next to her, "Are you okay?"

[@Starlance][@Silver Carrot]