"Mercado!!!" -- The Southlands

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Date Posted: 07:19:03 10/28/01 Sun
Author: Nathaniel
Subject: "Mercado!!!"
In reply to: Raph Sar 's message, ""So what's wrong Cado....Decepticon got your tongue?"" on 07:00:26 10/28/01 Sun

Frantically, the angelic form of Lieutenant Junior Grade Justin Grey fumbled with his torn jumpsuit, tearing off his right sleeve.

"Hang on...hang on! Chris!! You're the tech wiz....help me figure out these clasps! Hurry!"

The pair rolled the gurgling Nebulan on his back even as Mercado struggled to show them where his torso-plate fastened.

"Hang on Merc...I see it! Chris! That panel there! Flip it back! We're going to have to do this manually; his armor hasn't been working right since we got here! It's not gonna knit him together...we're gonna have to apply pressure to the..wound?!"

As the armor plate lifted from Mercado's shoulders on hinges, the young SBR officers looked in amazement. Nathaniel wiped the blood away to find no wound, no break in the skin. Yet no sooner had he done so than the blood began to appear on the surface of his skin once more. It was only when they heard the heavy footfalls of Raph Sar fleeing toward the entrance to Sheesh'a'Ream that they put the pieces together. A look of silent understanding was all it took before Nathaniel was aloft.

"I'm on him!!"

Sar ran fast, and had a good lead, but was no match for Nathaniel's flight speed. He swooped down and plucked him from the ground just short of the city, Raph sputtering Nebulan curses the whole way back. The angelic officer managed to pin his arms while his younger colleague tied the tourniquette not around Mercado's neck but his conjured brother's. No sooner had the wound been tied off did Mercado's breathing calm and his bleeding cease. As Chris closed the armor and helped him to his feet, Raph continued to struggle. Nathaniel hovered a few feet above the ground.

"Can't trust you won't take that thing off....Merc? Cables?"

Mercado found a steel cable from a compartment in his armor, and helped Chris loop it around Raph until his amrs were pinned. In the end, they decided Nathaniel would carry him after all so he wouldn't run off, but not fly too high should he wriggle free.

"Man...that was too close. I don't get this at all! I'd love to drop this guy, but it'd end up hurting you...looks like we're stuck unless that Manarian can figure something out...pretty bad situation if I'M making that recommendation!

I guess your memory of your brother must be damn strong for him to want you dead though, huh Merc?"

Grimly, the Nebulan said nothing and pushed past them toward Biggs, who now patiently waited for them at the walls of the city....

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