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I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

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[On the 19th, there isn't much Mia can do other than watch the fighting and pray that no one is lost or seriously hurt. She's no good at flying or firing at people.

As soon as they're at the base, from the 20th to the 22nd, she pretty much parks herself in the medical facilities and helps the injured - be they draftees or refugees from the city once the breach happens. She's not the only healer available by any means; nevertheless she feels responsible for anybody who shows up, at least to check on them.

Occasionally she leaves, either to take a walk and refresh herself (though Psynergy doesn't seem to regenerate nearly as quickly out here) or if there's word of a particularly difficult confrontation nearby where they might need some help.

She's just happy her ice and water abilities even work here.

Mid-day on the 22nd she'll encounter a dreamshifter. All the peace and happiness she could dream of make a powerful lure; someone will have to rescue her.

And then, in a surprise attack on the 23rd, she's going down for the rest of the fight. Chances are it's a small group of people with her helping fend off some of the remaining cultists - she's going to just wear herself out, which will be bad news if she's all alone.]

[Tony doesn't encounter Mia in the medical bay (as he probably should, though his injuries from the first few days of fighting are minimal). He does run into her when she's walking about the ship, though, as he heads to find something to eat. He doesn't know her well, sure, but he's still glad to see her in one piece.]

How bad is it? The med bay, I mean. I already know the whole situation was kind of bad to begin with.

[She's pretty tired herself, already. Some things are just harder in space.]

It could be worse. [It could always be worse.] ...In fact I'm sure it will be, in a day or two. I think we are handling everything well so far.

How are you, Mr. Stark?

[It could be worse, sure. But he's feeling pessimistic right now. Though her vote of confidence is reassuring.]

Never better. Space and I get along quite well, it so happens. The Third Party and I, on the other hand? Not so much.

I believe most of us feel that way about them. Are you injured?

[Hard to tell, under the super suit.]

...No. [Not enough that he feels like pointing it out.

Though the electrical burn on his arm smarts a little.] Maybe.

I am not sure if I should be more concerned that you might be hurt, or that you are unsure of it yourself.

[The angle of the look she gives him and her single raised eyebrow should say the rest.]

[He can't help but think back to the last draft. He'd been careless with his own fatigue and Rogue had gotten hurt because of it. It's not a mistake he's eager to repeat, even if he's not the best at admitting when he needs help.]

...Well, I suppose I have something you could take a look at. To the infirmary? [Man, he really hates that word.]

If it is not that serious, I can probably look at it here. Things seem quiet for now.

[It shows that he doesn't want to go there.]

[Well, if they don't have to go there, the idea doesn't sound so bad after all.]

Fine. [He starts working at his armor to pull back the plating on his arm.]

[It's a long walk for something minor that she might be able to heal without any fuss or people worrying about him.]

Have you been fighting a lot?

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[Norma has no idea where she is when she's brought to the health ward on the ship. She's dazed, a little bloody, and feels like a boulder has been dropped on her several times by a very angry person. Not only that, but after dishing out her Sacred Eres for the first time since she received them back on Melfes, the poor girl is exhausted and drained of all her energy. She looks ragged, and in pretty bad shape. Nothing fatal, thankfully, but she'll still need to be healed.

She'd complain, normally, but right now, her head is just pounding,and thinking too hard makes it throb and ache even more. ...Though thinking hard is exactly what she is doing, especially since her assailant was taking the form of someone she treasured and loved dearly. Someone long since gone in Norma's life. The joy, the pain, the anger she felt...it was unlike any pain she was feeling now, and she honestly wished she could have been knocked unconscious to just stop thinking for a moment. It was so hard, so hard to see Sven again, like that.]

[Not very many people have come through yet; when Mia sees Norma arrive, she wastes no time in getting to her, helping the others available get her settled onto a bed and start treating the worst of her injuries. It's a simple matter to check and heal the minor ones. Not much can be done for the young woman's exhaustion or headache, though.

It won't be long before Mia stops her healing, rather out of injuries to use it on. Everything else is playing a waiting game with Norma's patience.

Mia has no doubts at all about who'll win that one.

Knowing that Norma came in semiconscious and is still not resting comfortably or peacefully, she pulls off the glove parts of her spacesuit (possible breech be damned, she supposes) so that her friend has a real, warm hand to hold onto.]

[Norma squints her eyes once she feels a presence so close to her, and grumbles something that she doesn't hear herself. With her head buzzing and pounding painfully, she can't tell who this person helping her even is. It's only once the cooling, calming rush of what Norma distinguishes as a healing spell starts to really work for her aching body does she relax and and exhale slowly, looking toward that face once again. It's still blurry, but she can make it out somewhat. At least she hopes it's the correct person.]

...Mi..Mimi? [She tries to lift her arm to push aside her bangs, but it feel like lifting solid concrete, and the action is dismissed after just a second of trying. Though her majority of the actual pain and injuries are gone, what's left is a stiff and achey soreness.] Where's...G-Girl? Is she here? Is she...oooh...

[Ow, headache.]

It's all right, Norma. [Mia can feel her trying to move, so she keeps a firm hold on her hand while reaching over to brush the hair out of her eyes.] Shh. Grune is just fine.

[Which isn't something Mia knows for sure. It is Grune's tendency, though.]

You'll be okay too. Try to relax. [Then, recalling the last time something like this happened-] Nothing scary. You just need rest.

[Among other things. You take what you can get on drafts like this.]

[Norma only begins to really and truly relax when she hears that Grune was unharmed. She would like to make sure that's the truth, and to see her friend and possibly apologize for...well, everything that happened during that battle, but Norma honestly doubts she could get anywhere in her condition. Her head is pounding and spinning and she's so, so tired right now, and resting sounded pretty darn good right now.

She nods, slowly, and immediately regrets it. Ugh, moving her head even a little bit felt agonizing. That stupid Third Part soldier, the one that messed with Norma's head, he must've hit her really hard. At least she set that bastard straight. It's a shame the repercussions of using her sacred eres was such extreme exhaustion. ...Though that may have also been from the beating she took before using it, too.]

R-Right...good. Thanks. A lot. [Really. Norma was glad to know there was a skilled, kind healer looking out for her. Someone she knew, no less.]

Don't talk anymore. [It's obvious that Norma is still in pain. Talking and moving appear to make it worse. She goes back to trying to heal some of the remaining damage; someone else comes over to help her bandage the rest.

If it puts Norma to sleep, all the better. Mia will come by every hour or so to check on her again.]

[Mia need say no more. Norma mumbles a reply, then shuts her eyes once more to relax and let herself be taken care of. She drifts in and out of consciousness throughout the process, and once she wakes up again, the pain is substantially less than when she first entered the clinic on board. Her head still ached and throbbed, but only when she moved too much, and thus Norma remained still for the most part.

When Norma really wakes up, and finds herself alone, she sighs. That...was not how she wanted any fight to go. She was so, so angry to have been deceived like that, and to use Sven's face--...she was glad that Third Party soldier was all but destroyed completely. The bastard deserved it, for what he did. Though, of course, Norma also can't help but feel awful about how she reacted. She was so, so ready to accept that her master had come back, that he was alive again, that he was here again, with her. So it aches, deep in her chest, and Norma grits her teeth angrily, upset at...everything, really. Herself, the Malnosso, the Third Party...

Everything.]

[It's some time between Norma waking and Mia coming back to see about how she's doing, maybe 20 minutes. She smiles when she sees Norma awake, but drops it when it becomes apparent there's still something wrong.]

What is it?

[Norma lowers her head once she hears Mia's voice, and blinks her eyes quickly, turning her face away, despite the pain it causes. She doesn't want anyone to have to see how upset she was by this draft - or, to be particular, the kinds of soldiers she had to fight this time around. It was one thing to be physically hurt, but mentally and emotionally...those left a whole other kind of wound.]

...Nothing. I'm fine. [Norma takes a deep breath, and put on her signature smile.] See? Perfectly a-okay!

Please don't lie to me.

[It's not a scolding. Mia sits down beside her and manages a sad smile.]

It's all right if it's hard on you. Don't be ashamed of it.