Sayeed coughed violently blood splattering the inside of her helmet with an opaque mist. Unlike the outside there was no static charge to keep dust and corruption from smearing the inside of visor. A groan escaped her lips and she made an awkward grab for an olive tab on the side of her armor. Weakness and pain spoiled the attempt but Neil took the hint and pulled the tab down firmly. THere was a barely audible hiss as integral injectors stabbed into Junebug’s body, flooding her system with analgesics and trama cocktails. 

“Fucking amatuers,” Junebug weased and then went limp. The steady rise and fall of her chest proved she was still alive, but even with the force of the blast and the fall distributed by her armor she was in a bad way. Her combat pants were blackened and scored and stained with blood from a dozen minor injuries and the amor itself had new pits and scrapes to add to its battered testament to a life spend in violence and danger. 

“Junebug?” the radio crackled in Taya’s voice. The girls panic of minutes before had been replaced with the sort of terror that overtakes people who are far outside their depth.

“Junebug, I have a Terran ship closing on me, its locking… Lony says that… may not…” the transmission trailed to static as high powered jamming flooded the circuit, leaving Neil alone with the critically injured captain. 
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