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One day all the forces of the Universe came together and said. "What's the single worst thing we can come up with?"

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She sat in silence for a good while, her ears swivelling every which way any time someone had something to tell her. The little team was a mixed bunch, but they were at least open with her to some capacity. The Ibex was grateful that they were willing to accept her help. She couldn’t count the number of stubborn soldiers that she’d met who would refuse healing. Their conditions would worsen to the point of being unbearable, and then once they were bedridden had the absolute gall to ask how such a thing could even happen. 

Telling them to pull their heads out of their asses wasn’t much of a prescription, but that didn’t stop Vonys from applying it liberally.

‘As long as I don’t have to go hounding them about it.’ She thought before letting her gaze slide over to rest on Rishun, the other woman’s excited manner of speech and gesticulations drawing her notice.

The little Otter was practically vibrating out of her seat with excitement. Some team, were clearly more prone to talk than others but Vonys didn’t mind and in fact welcomed it. It did sometimes get awkward tending to someone’s wounds in dead silence, though she’d long since come to understand that most people had no desire to talk about anything as they were poked and prodded. On occasion Vonys would have to urge the more seriously injured to talk, lest they slip into unconsciousness at an inopportune time but she didn’t foresee that problem with Rishun at least.

The smaller woman’s manner of speech was...interesting. Peppered liberally with what Vonys could only presume to be Otter slang and other figures of speech. The Ibex appreciated the ease that Rishun displayed in weaving the lilting speech throughout the conversation. She clearly took some measure of pride in her heritage and would not dial it back for anyone it seemed. A respectable trait.

Admittedly, though she kept it to herself, Vonys found Rishun rather funny to listen to.

‘I wonder if she’ll teach me a few words. It couldn’t hurt.’ The Ibex thought briefly. Sociable as Otters were, they were bound to respond better to someone who had at least a passing knowledge of their language. She hoped that the effort would be appreciated, anyway.

Talk that was once pleasant, if a bit stilted took a brief downturn, however. Words even brief exchanged on the matter of just who and what they might come across out in the field. Vonys held no illusions that anyone they ran into would give themselves over willingly, if at all. And that was without the ever present threat of being killed. There was something particular about mankind that when faced with their own demise, drew out their worst.

Mortality was never a subject easy to broach, and while not a fatalist, Vonys had the particular ‘honor’ of seeing what became of people when death loomed at their door.

She wondered, if only briefly, what those supposed ‘bad people’ would do when they were finally pressed into a corner. Would they fight back? Fueled by a reasoning they hadn’t even begun to fathom, intent to take down as many people as they could? Would they beg and plead for mercy that none of them were authorized to give, or just accept their fate with nary a whimper in protest? None of them could even fathom what it was this ‘Silent Line’ even wanted to begin with. Would dying be an honor to them? A glory reserved only for the best among them? They were the kind of thoughts like to drive a woman mad.

Death was not as dignified as many hoped. It was often very painful and very messy. There were many times when Vonys knew full well that she was attempting to piece together a dead body, so fleeting was the time her patients had left. A grim exhaustion would settle over her during those times. There was never any relief to be found at the end of it all, not for her. Merely a distant sense of finality that reminded her of a job done, and the start of another. One death was the same as any other in her book. Men bled, they wept, and they died. One and all.

What distinction could anyone hope to earn from something that came for everyone in the end, Vonys couldn’t say. There was no greater equalizer among men than the cold embrace of the grave.

‘Yeesh, I’m turning into my grandmother over here.’ The woman thought balefully, shaking her head rapidly to clear away the encroaching depression that came with such a way of thinking. She rubbed at her snout, snuffling quietly and tilting an ear, half listening to the Captain’s intent to check on his own GEAR in the Hangar.

‘A good idea.’ She thought, watching Max hustle along behind the other man. Her GEAR would see about as much use as everything in the infirmary, and it was just as valuable if not more so. Being a Combat Medic, Vonys didn’t need all the trappings fitted to her Unit the way another soldier would. Though Search and Rescue work made use of some rather specific loadouts. At the very least it wouldn’t hurt to make sure everything was in its proper place.

The Doe, Leslie seemed to be of the same mindset. Vonys nearly slapped herself for practically ignoring the other woman in favor of pursuing useless musings and offered her a rather stilted response.

“Need me? Well, eventually someone on this ship will get hurt, otherwise there’s no point to me being here, I guess? Not that I WANT any of you to get hurt, mind you. It’s just...It would be boring. Not that you being injured would be entertaining. I’d hate it. A lot.” She coughed loudly into a fist and moved to stand a little too quickly.

‘Smooth. I definitely don’t look like an idiot right now.’ She seethed internally. Vonys drummed up a smile and nodded at Leslie. “But you’re right, we should set up right now. I’ll join you.” Vonys spared Rishun and Fionn a glance. “What about you two? You’ll have to go down there eventually, why not come along?”

Man, it's a good thing I got my Flu shot this year. You're like the third person I know that's been hit by it.
I got roped into so much crap today, but at least I posted.
She chuckled at the Lion, a low raspy sound. "You're awake, which is all anyone can ask for at this hour. But knowing that we've only got eight hours until it hits the fan is making me rethink this whole coffee thing now."

The Ibex stared into her half-empty cup with a mild grimace before shrugging and chugging the rest down. It was barely hot, and thus she could avoid burning her throat, but sitting it out so long had rendered the flavor extremely bitter. Vonys shuddered almost imperceptibly at the foul taste and she could swear that her fur bristled instinctively. Normally on such a tight schedual the Ibex would try to cram in at least an hour or two of sleep, she wouldn't be getting any otherwise. But she'd since made the call to do the exact opposite, and would have to live with the consequences.

'And just think. You get to suffer like this for the foreseeable future.' The little voice in her head nagged.

At least her present company wasn't so awful.

Vonys flicked an ear and perked slightly as Max spoke once more, and she shrugged in response. "I'd say it's a little of both. Things like this, they don't just pick anybody for the job. But being the first, and possibly last choice puts a certain pressure on you, doesn't it?"

She gently set aside her newly emptied mug and merely allowed the caffeine to do its work while trying to push the foul aftertaste from her conciousness. Under normal circumstances, Vonys was sure that the General would have chosen among many medical professionals as candidates for whatever the hell they were doing. But he'd been rather upfront about how little help and support they'd be getting in the field, a red flag if there ever was one.

"I think....That they want people that aren't just good at the job. I think they will put our survival skills and whatever instincts we possess to the test in every way." She offered, her brow creasing visibly in thought. "As for what kind of story it'll be....Hm. Probably not the kind I'd be telling my grandchildren, you know?"
She huffed out a small laugh, propping her chin onto a hand and affixing Max with an even gaze. "I was a Park Ranger before all of this, so I know what I'm doing and I can tell you you're in capable hands." Her eyes took on a somewhat serious glint and her voice dropped slightly. "Just promise me that if you get yourself injured don't try to fix it yourself, all right? Staunch the bleeding if the need calls for it, but don't uh....pull anything out please."

It was common knowledge, at least among those in the medical field that yanking a foreign object out of one's body without supervision helped nothing. That never stopped most victims from trying. It was a natural, if faulty line of thinking. And it was oddly why Vonys preferred helping children over an adult. A lost and hurt child would just hunker down and cry until help arrived. Adults? They always tried to fix the problem themselves, and nine times out of ten they just made it worse.

Sadly, the military was not composed entirely of children, but chock full of grown ass professionals. And what was an adult if not a large child? Vonys didn't know, and wouldn't pretend to. Half of the time she wasn't sure if she should be allowed to call herself an adult.

She sniffed, shaking her head at the man as if to dispel whatever negative thoughts he might have had. "If you're trusting me to keep you from bleeding out, then I can trust you to look out for us Max. Someone has to, and I have a feeling I'll be busy soon."

Heavy and thunderous footsteps drew the Ibex's attention briefly from the Lion sitting across from her and she swiveled an ear towards the source of the noise. Fionn was a presence heard and felt, more than seen. At first anyway. Once he fully came into view, there was little else that Vonys could reasonably see. Vonys swore that the table nearly lifted off of floor from the impact of the larger man seating himself, but she couldn't reasonably be sure.

She smiled and gave the Bear a quick two-fingered salute, ears pricked attentively as he spoke. His voice carried a sense of gravitas even amidst something as small as a greeting. She had initially assumed him to be the quiet type, either not fond of people, or conversation. She'd been wrong, though his correction did nothing to offend her. Even he seemed to be aware of how he presented himself to others.

Vonys stroked her beard thoughtfully, her eyes drifting shut as she hummed in consideration of the Bear's greeting. "Gregarious, eh? Good then. I was worried that you were the type to keep a tight lid on everything, would have made my work a little more difficult." She chuckled softly.

"I'd say getting information from some people is like pulling teeth, but that's a bit harsh. At least for the teeth pulling I can just knock them the hell out and work in peace." The Ibex shook her horned head and craned her neck slightly to look up at Fionn. "But since you're here and you're so gregarious, then I can ask you a few questions. Max too, if you don't mind. I need-."

Whatever Vonys needed to say was forced to the wayside at the abrupt arrival of one very small, and very energetic Otter. That in and of itself wasn't strange. Otters were short, and they were overflowing with energy. But having one crowd your space out of nowhere, even if unintentionally could be a bit jarring.

Vonys blinked owlishly at the other woman, trying to piece together whatever she was saying though the typical Otter chatter made the effort longer than was usual.

"Rishun is it? Well, it's a good thing you don't like coffee, you don't seem to need it. It'd be nice if you could share that energy with the rest of us." She grinned crookedly at the Otter before reaching out to pat a seat nearby. "Come, have a sit. It's good you're here for this. The more people, the better."

Vonys placed both hands on the table's surface and glanced around at everyone to ensure that she had their attention for the moment. "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. But as you're probably well aware by now, I'll be this team's Medic for the foreseeable future. Normally I look at your files to get a sense of any existing conditions you may have. Allergies, illness, chronic pains. But I much prefer sussing it out face to face. No two patients handle injury the same way. At least not mentally. And everyone develops their own habits and methods for adapting to them."

She sat back in her seat, hands clasped firmly on the table's surface as she spoke, taking a moment to eye each person in turn. "You don't have to tell me anything you want to be heard by others, of course. I'm more than willing to set aside time to hear you out. But the better I understand you all, the better I can help you going forward. I don't want, or need any nasty surprises out there."

Vonys reached up to tap at one of her large curling horns with a finger. "My Grandfather was a Yak. A long time ago, he lost sight in one of his eyes, a hunting accident. After that approaching him from the left side was a good way to spook him, so we just stopped doing that. Or we at least made sure he could hear us coming from that direction. Naturally, as he got older and his hearing started to go, that wasn't such a good idea."

The Ibex chuckled ruefully and shook her head at some unspoken memory. "But accidents happen, you know? An old friend, a fishing buddy he hadn't seen in years didn't know and clapped him on the shoulder, scared the piss out of him. My grandfather never heard him coming whipped those horns of his around so fast his friend almost lost an eye too. It can be easy for a lot of people to forget that a serious enough injury can change things for you. It doesn't have to make your life worse. Just....different. You'll do things differently, see them differently. Respond differently. It happens, and it's my job to make sure that we're all on the same page."
She smiled, softly and gazed at everyone seated around her. "So please, if you're hurting now, or you start hurting later just let me know. I'm here to treat you and make your lives easier. Not judge."

Oh sorry! I should have mentioned that I was waiting to see if other people were going to join in on the conversation. It gives me more to work with too.

I don't have work today so I'll definitely be posting this afternoon.
Kill your boss. Then you won't have any problems.
Oh shit lmao that wasn't even intentional.
She shuffled along with everyone else once the one sided introduction had been dealt out. Most everyone kept silent. Either too tired to bother with a greeting in turn, or otherwise preoccupied with their own internal musings.

If any among their number were caught up in wondering what the Hell they were all doing there, no one had to wait long for an answer. The Captain led them aboard in short order, forcing them to fall into step behind him. She was quickly ushered below deck with everyone else to drop off their personal effects before being unceremoniously crammed into a briefing room with everyone else.

Comfort wasn't the priority, but at least they gave her a chance to sit for the duration. That had to count for something.

Vonys had never beheld General Vresco in person before. She'd seen his image before, either in a newspaper or on a screen, but never had she had the privilege of sharing a room with him. Oh, she'd heard more than one tale about the man. Though whether any of them held a modicum of truth remained to be seen. They ranged from things held as common knowledge, if embellished, to tales so wild they went far beyond disbelief.

She had no intention of asking the man himself if any of them were true, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of everyone mere moments after being introduced. But Vonys couldn't help but entertain the idea that maybe General Vresco DID lose his eye while fending off a squadron of armed assailants with nary but a pair of wooden chopsticks at an unnamed hole in the wall eatery.

One could dream.

That particular brand of foolish musing would have to take a back seat to what lay in front of her.

None of it was good, of course. You didn't just gather a small group of specialists for clandestine meetings on strange boats unless it was for less than savory reasons. The specific nature of their task wasn't surprising to Vonys. But their supposed quarry was.

'The Silent Line?' She thought, the gears slowly turning in her head as the General laid bare what little intel they had. It made little sense. About as much as a ghost being charged with armed robbery. But that ever skeptical part of the woman's brain conceded that yes, it made a hell of a lot of sense.

People played by the rules. Even the ones that claimed they didn't, followed at the core a basic set of tenants. Exhibiting the same behaviors and habits across the board, even despite differences in language, culture and beliefs. Anyone that took the time out of their day to blow up buildings, murder people and then kidnap the survivors probably wanted something. It'd start with the crimes, the deaths, the chaos and then eventually someone would step forward to air their grievances with the rest of the world.

A tale as old as time. Or at the least, as old as War.

But there had been no demands of any sort. Generally, Vonys would have chalked such an anomaly up to the perpetrators leaving some clue to illuminate why they disregarded law and order. But as far as she could recall, or tell there'd been nothing of the sort. No calling cards, no cryptic messages. No one hacking internal servers and forcing them all to watch a poorly framed video. At least one person should have been posing over a dead body on social media.

Not a sound. Not a ripple on the surface. They were indeed dealing with ghosts.

Vonys understood people. It came with the job. And it was helpful to know how someone would react to having a dislocated shoulder shoved back into its socket. Not well most of the time. But the Ibex, for all her worldly knowledge, didn't know how to deal with ghosts. Especially the murderous kind.

She leaned further back in her chair, a hand coming up to stroke sagely at her beard as she eyed the intelligence projected just behind the General's shoulder.

'Had the goal even been pure Anarchy, there'd be a consistent pattern of behavior. I'm not seeing anything here.' She thought balefully, an ear flicking in mild irritation as she considered what she might be missing.

'I really am a Ghost Hunter now, huh?'

The prospect of leaving barely crossed the woman's mind. Being trailed for the rest of her life notwithstanding, the Ibex could freely admit to her curiosity being piqued. And naturally, she didn't see herself getting an opportunity like the one set before her again. She certainly wasn't one to take the kind of moral high ground that she'd go so far as to disparage what was being offered in that cramped room. If you wanted to get one over on a bastard, that meant acting like one.

Vonys sighed gently and rubbed at her muzzle. 'I'll be living here for a while then. It's not ideal, but the hell am I going to do about it?' The Ibex could swim, fairly decently in fact. But she wasn't the seafaring sort. Months aboard a sea bound vessel wasn't the manner of living situation she was accustomed to, but that would obviously change very soon.

She propped her chin in one hand and eyed the Captain of their little rag-tag team with pointed interest. The Ibex's nostrils flared as she chuffed in mild amusement. "Well, if you're inclined to offer your best, it be in poor form if I didn't do the same. I can't have any of you dying before your appointed time."

The mention of the best gear available definitely caught the woman's interest. Vony's was uncomfortably familiar with working with less than what should have been acceptable for a medic. Either through lack of funding, the warren of Military bureaucracy, or run-of-the-mill incompetence, she'd seen it all. She did all that she could to make it work, sometimes pulling a miracle out of thin air. Though she'd be more apt to say that she just pulled a solution from her ass. Being in a position where she didn't have to stress over inventory on any given day was tantamount to a vacation in her book.

"Well then, if that's all there is too it I should take my leave too. Before I do anything else, I want to get a look at the infirmary, get my bearings and all that. But a coffee sounds nice, and I'll gladly take you up on it at a later time." She nodded curtly at Max before snapping a quick salute at the Captains timely dismissal.

The confines of the ship weren't at all spacious, but it's small size made short work of traveling from one end to the other. After a quick stop to toss set her personal effects in her bunk to be unpacked later, Vonys set off in the direction she presumed the ship's infirmary to be. She clopped down the hall as quickly as she could, squeezing past other passengers, and ducking where pipes grazed a little too close to her horns.

The infirmary wasn't as large as she'd have liked, but it was big enough. It was well stocked too, and Vonys wasted no time in taking mental stock of her surroundings and all therein. Not a single square inch was spared from her stern gaze. It wasn't enough to know where every piece of equipment was, the Ibex would need a good idea of how she was supposed to move around the area, a task that became even more difficult when the addition of patients into the space was taken into consideration.

She opened draws, opened cupboards. She tested some of the equipment herself, ensuring that everything was calibrated and in good working order. Their inventory was well stocked, and she wouldn't be hurting for anything for a good long while, something that drew a small bleat of happiness from the otherwise serious Ibex.

Vonys was in the midst of rearranging some more commonly used equipment to her liking, all to avoid having to search for it. It took four minutes to bleed to death and Vonys didn't want to spend five rummaging around for whatever she needed to staunch the flow. Her Pebble pinged insistently, demanding her attention like a petulant child and had the woman not just left a briefing prior she'd have tossed the offending device aside.

Tapping at the screen revealed a message for all members of their odd little team, and she suddenly remembered that she'd agreed to at least meet Max for coffee. The scruffy Lion was certainly easygoing, but his words and mannerisms belied the sort of confidence that came from years of service. Unkempt mane aside, the man was a professional at heart even if perpetual slouch broadcasted otherwise.

She clopped her way back into the narrow halls and beelined for the Mess Hall. Besides meeting her squad mates officially, Vonys figured she may as well ask them about any medical conditions they might have. Their files would undoubtedly have them laid out neatly. But the terminology was ironically, too clinical for her liking. Face to face, she'd be able to get a better understanding of their needs and how they'd effect their day-to-day lives.

Breakfast was over, and there wasn't much to see in the Mess Hall save for a few stragglers. The coffee they served wasn't much to write home about, but it would have to do. Vonys was suddenly stuck by a pang of longing then, wishing that her friend Allister was there to brew her something more deserving of her taste buds. The foppish Stag was a handful on the best of days, but he was the King of Tea Ceremony.

Despairing over the Hall's clear lack of aromatic beverages, Vonys took a seat just across the table from Max and offered him a short nod by way of greeting.

"Feeling a little more lively? The coffee is shit, but at least it works." She groused, only lightly.

I vote Danger Strangers.
Outwardly, Vonys presented the appearance of any typical soldier. Neat and clean uniform, pressed to perfection. Her fur groomed and trimmed neatly, with extra attention paid to her beard. Sadly, it wasn't as long as she'd have liked, but there was nothing to be done. Hooves and horns polished faultlessly, one always had to be ready to impress after all. She stood there, back ramrod straight with both hands clasped behind her back. From the outside, Vonys looked prepared, attentive and ready for anything.

Inwardly, with her thoughts far from prying ears, Vonys was petulantly bemoaning her fate.

She hated mornings, more than anything in the world. An attitude that left many to wonder why she'd willingly choose a line of work that required early mornings, and equally late nights.

There was no answer, because Vonys operated on a logic understood only by herself. The short of it however, was that it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The Ibex had gotten better at hiding her disdain for early mornings over the years. Stifling yawns, and fighting the urge to blink blearily at everything around her. Instead she adopted and almost permanent glare in a valiant effort to keep her eyes open. It did very little to make Vonys look friendly, but that was just as well seeing as she couldn't be bothered to speak most mornings either. Speaking took energy, and she needed that precious energy to function as if there was nothing amiss. A task far easier said then done.

The all to familiar feeling of a yawn brewing at the back of her throat was fought back valiantly. She was a professional, damn it! Despite her confusion and no shortage of misgivings, her presence on the dock at that ungodly hour was a requirement. It wouldn't do to look as if she could handle the barest requirements of her job, and if that were the case then she'd never fare against whatever was to follow.

Though, she might fare better than most if she were to guess. An Otter, half her age, nearly flew face first into the dock as she scrambled to fall in line. Slightly more alert than she had been previously, Vonys took a brief moment to eye the shorter woman in silence. She didn't seem hurt, at least not enough to warrant her intervention. The Ibex hoped that the Otter's clumsiness was a result of haste, and not a defining characteristic. Otherwise she'd be patching the smaller woman up quite frequently.

'There's always one, I suppose.' She thought dourly.

Vonys was inwardly relieved that she wasn't the only one present fighting the last vestiges of sleep that morning. The man that was presumably to be their commanding officer looked as if he'd barely slept a wink, and had much less time to prepare for the day after waking. It was a reassuring sight, if a bit troubling.

'I just hope his work ethic is in better condition.' Was all that she thought, listening with marked interest as the man spoke. His words held some interest to her, and Vonys found her curiosity fully piqued. If anything would put some pep in her step, it would be whatever awaited them on the small boat moored nearby.

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