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[color=ed1c24][b]The Medic:[/b] Word Count:[/color] 835 (+2)
[color=ed1c24]Level:[/color] 1	[color=ed1c24]Exp:[/color] [color=ed1c24][b]//////////[/b][/color] (10/10) Level Up Imminent
[color=ed1c24]Location:[/color] Sandswept Sky -Before the Great Barrier
[hider=Interacting with:][@ONL]'s Heavy Weapons Guy, [@DracoLunaris]'s Midna[/hider][/center]

	Princess Midna confessed, mostly to the Heavy, that while she also had not hunted any actual dragons, she had fought wyvern like creatures called "Argurrok" or something. The Medic would have written this information down, were he not preoccupied with double checking his Medi-Gun. When she inquired whether it was choice or inability silencing him, he replied with [color=ed1c24]"Ah. Vell, I [i]could[/i] explain it, but zen ve vould [i]boz[/i] have to die, und I don't zink eizer of us vant zat, ya?"[/color] Technically, he was already wanted dead by the [color=662d91]Administrator[/color] for betrayal, so there wasn't [i]really[/i] any reason to keep the knowledge from her. Still, he didn't think her majesty would be pleased to find that the red mist he was pumping into her body was a mixture of human blood and incredibly irradiated human urine. Besides, there was the added bonus of job security to consider. She also clarified that what he had thought was a simple, but admittedly very nice, hat was in fact a piece of gear, similar to the boots, backpacks, and shields some of his former team members would substitute their less important weaponry for. [color=ed1c24]"Fascinating..."[/color] the Medic replied as Midna explained the origin of the Fused Shadows. [color=ed1c24]"Mein homeland of Germany experienced a similar failed invasion of... vell, ze entire world, effectively. Ze var only ended roughly a decade ago, so many people are still upset about it. Understandable.[/color] The Medic conceited with a sigh. Whether the sigh was a result of disagreeing with his countries conquest, disappointment in the outcome, or just being tired of the cultural backlash was anyone's guess. Still, he was curious to see what kind of passive effect the helmet would have on it's user.
	
	As the trio departed for creatures unknown, the Medic aimed his Medi-Gun at Midna's wolfos, [color=ed1c24]chaining[/color] himself to it and gaining a burst of equivalent speed. This wasn't just for his benefit, though, as the lupin creature was [color=ed1c24]Over-Healed[/color] as a result, giving it a temporary boost to it's maximum health. Every few minutes he'd stop healing the wolfos and allow himself to slow, giving the tank like Heavy time to catch up. In these moments the Medic would turn and begin healing the Heavy, granting him the same [color=ed1c24]Over-Heal[/color] and letting him run ahead before [color=ed1c24]chaining[/color] to the wolfos once more in order to catch up. These were two functions the Medic had forgotten to explain to Midna, but if she wanted to know more about it, she'd ask. It wasn't as if she were what one would call timid.

	After a time, they came to stop at a dune very near a tent. The Medic wondered what kind of position a princess held in the Twilight Realm, as the choice was a highly strategic one. From their vantage point, the Medic could see the "dragons" Midna had pointed out. To his surprise, they weren't reptilian in the slightest, but rather some sort of incredibly large, complicated insectoid, though not like Sectonia. Where she was a literal bug scaled up by some unknown means, these were highly evolved creatures that, why clearly of insect descent, had evolved along a similar path as mammals, their shining carapaces having no visible segmentation, appearing almost as skin. What upon an initial viewing seemed like large compound eyes were in fact clear red casings it had developed [i]around[/i] it's eyes, presumably to shield them from sand and other debris when in flight. Near them were creatures the Medic could only assume were the same species, but in a younger, nymph-like form. The creatures collectively dined on a large worm-like centipedal creature. They appeared to prefer live prey, as evidenced by their food's futile struggles. 

	[color=ed1c24]"Fascinating..."[/color] the Medic murmured once again, adjusting his glasses as he observed them. [color=ed1c24]"If only zhere vas a way to capture a live specimen... oh vell."[/color] He shrugged, loading his syringe gun. [color=Aquamarine]"Thoughts?"[/color] Midna quietly asked the mercs. Strategy was a rare luxury for the Medic, as he usually had to rush out into the middle of the fray to in order to save the worthless lives of his idiot teammates. [color=ed1c24]"Vell, ve know nozing about zese creatures, but it's a safe assumption zat ze adults vill be protective of ze nymphs. Heavy, you should clear out ze nym- er, ze babies vhile Midna.. er, vhat can you do exactly?"[/color] The Medic asked, having only just realized the imp, while certainly strong, seemed otherwise reliant on her lupin mount. Perhaps she was more of a support unit like himself, in which case their best bet was just to back up the Heavy while [i]he[/i] dealt with the problem. If she was able to function on her own, however, it'd be best to have her go after the adults while utilizing guerilla tactics. In either case, the Medic would be helping Heavy thin the swarm in between keeping the everyone alive. In the meantime, he made sure all three of his patients maintained a healthy layer of Over-Heal.