"Sayeeda!" Neil exclaimed as she faded into unconsciousness once more, shaking her as hard as he dared. He closed his eyes and sighed when she wouldn't move. At least she was alive. He tried to get Taya on the Comms again, but all there was, was static. He tried patching in to Lonney, though predictably that led nowhere either. He had no idea what to do. And he wondered why he cared, other than basic altruism. He'd had to escape tricky situations before, and he'd helped those he could and those he couldn't well...he couldn't. But he'd been through too much of this shit with these girls to give up now. 

"That and you got a goddamn teenage crush on this chick." He muttered, not knowing if he was being brutally honest with himself about Sayeeda or just goading himself to running. 

He'd stay. 

"Why are you two still here?" Neil asked Sven and Saxon. "Having second thoughts on the treasure? I can keep your share if you're afraid of rampant greed." 

Neither of them were the joking type, and Neil did not receive any banter back, or even disapproving looks like he would elsewhere. Sven seemed too busy with a portable device of his, made of old metal he had no doubt scrapped from items on and offworld. Saxon was reaching into his utility belt, pulling out a small vial and uncorking it. A small hiss escaped the bottle, and he approached Neil. "I still wish for your death. But this place wishes the same for me, and you will not move until this woman is helped. Give her this." He said. 

The pilot looked at the container. Of course there would be no label. "What will this do?" 

"Minor healing liquid. You would not be able to pronounce its name, but it will relieve pain and relax the muscles for swifter healing." he rumbled, shoving it into Neil's hands so hard it would have been considered a punch to anyone save a Hexanagallion. Neil grunted, coughed, and patted the Alien's forearm before heading over to the Captain and pulling her head back slightly. "Alright, you'll need to swallow a bit. Just..." 

After two tries, he managed to get most of the liquid down her throat, and tossed the bottle back to Saxon. He caught it in a jerking motion, like a monitor lizard would jerk its head when tearing apart prey. Suddenly to the side, Sven's device beeped aloud. He unhooked the plug that Neil suddenly realized had been inserted into Sven's temple, hidden behind his long hair. The man cleared his throat, and spoke in his gravely, emotionless voice. "There is a shipping yard not too far from here, 12 miles to the southeast. There is a beacon tower within." 

"We can contact my ship?" Neil asked. 

"Or steal one there. Yes." Sven replied. "We should remain together until we are offworld. We are still being hunted." 

"GodDAMN I love your bedside manner, let's get to it!" Neil exclaimed, hopping into the mech. 
[@Penny]