[Scawire]

Mantis is glad to be off that boat. Had the crew been cool they wouldn't of got themselves geeked, but no they had to shack down the orc and his two mates. I tell you after seeing what was in the cargo bay they deserved what they got. Bad news went from a big boat to a small boat... still stuck on boats Mantis needs to hit the main land.

I guess the medkit might help, I think I mostly need rest and a new dam leg. Mantis slowly eats at the rations Dunk dispensed on his two fellow runners. More then anything right now Mantis wants to rest, when he gets back to the old smoke he needs to find a good street doc that could help him out, maybe his Fixer Glen can get him hooked up.

[Csjarrat]

___Knives___
The nutrisoy bar tasted like heaven, it hadn't been ages since your noodles in real time but it felt like months. The rocking of the waves made it particularly difficult to keep down, it felt much worse now you were in a vastly smaller craft.
'Bout an hour at this rate. Batteries are good fer bout an hour 'n' half.
Should be an autodoc under that panel there pal. Ye gonnae be alreet fer an hour Mantis?
Dunk passes you the shotgun and motions to chuck it out the back hatch.

___Mantis___
The exertion had taken its toll on you, a feeling of total exhaustion making even eating the last of the nutrisoy bar a massive effort.
The cold and the wet had soaked rough your clothes and you began to shiver violently.
You tried to snuggle up into the corner of the raft, unrolling the tinfoil-like insulating blanket out of the wall compartment. It made fuck all difference but felt better psychologically.
Sleep started to claw at your mind as your body began to shut down. Keeping your eyes open began to be a real struggle.

[Lumen]

Knives quickly hucks the shotgun out of the back hatch then goes for the medkit.  "No worries Mantis just lay still and we'll let the medkit do it's thing.  Catch a wink and me and ol Dunk will get us the rest of the way home."

[Csjarrat]

____Lumen____
It was near impossible to tell where the wave began and where it ended as you slung the shotgun overboard. towering mountains of jet black soared all around you and you wondered quite how the tiny ducted motor underneath you had enough power to crest these monstrosities and still make headway to the shore.
A face full of sea water was enough to make you zip the hatch back up again, hooking up the autodoc as best as you could, following the on-screen directions as the case slipped around under the rocking motions.
Mantis groaned as the kit whirred to life, chirping an irregular and worryingly varied set of vitals as it did its best to keep him up and running.
He'd clearly lost a lot of blood, the machine demanded both of the spare sets of plasma as well as an extra syringe of stims.
Mantis looked fucked up. You'd not really seen it much as he'd held his own so far but now he looked vulnerable. He nodded off under the space blanket, shivering as the storm had sodden him to his core.
You hoped he'd wake up when you landed.

___Scawire___
You rolled over in bed, stroking her hair as the late morning sun streamed through the cheap blinds.
The autochef had whirred into life, the smell of percolating soycaf filtering through the apartment into the bedroom. It had been a while since you'd had a nice lazy sunday together and she smiled at you, eyes still heavy with sleep, makeup a little smudged from not taking it off after your night in the pub. I love you she says, moving over to kiss you, the smell of cigs, beer and morning breath combining into one. You kissed her anyway, confident that you stank like shit too. She slapped your chest and pushed you away with a smile. Where's my bacon sarnie?

[Scawire]

Mantis is happy to see his wife Jennifer's face. Oh so I have the job of getting the grub together this fine morning. Ok I'll get that put together you just keep looking sexy. With that Mantis hugs Jen then heads out to burn the bacon, the crispier the better. Looking back at Jen he smiles his tusky orcish smile. Hey Jen you best keep me company or all the bacon goodness might be gone before they can reach your mouth. You know me I love me Bacon. Mantis heads over to burn up some good eatting.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
She smiled at you as you opened the door into the kitchen.
If you don't save me some then you'll not get your extra special "treat" later
You groggily made your way into the kitchen, swinging by the bog to relive your bladder of last night's drinking, catching your face in the small mirror as you wash your hands.
The hair on your head had started to thin, streaks of grey permeating your usually thick and coloured hair. You knew that your bloodline only lasted so long, technically you were cracking on for middle age now.
Jen remained youthful-looking, however you had intimate knowledge of her extensive anti-ageing products hiding on the other side of this mirror.
Your stomach rumbled and you headed into the kitchen, pulling the percolater out and pouring two cups, a sugar and a splash of soy-milk in each.
You slap half a pack of real bacon in the frying pan, a rare treat nowadays, and marvel at the smell as it curls and crackles at the relentless heat of the pan.
Jen calls out from the bedroom, dressed only in your shirt, smiling seductively as she calls to the home-hub. She requests your favourite song, the slow ballad you'd danced to on your first date. You groaned playfully, pretending you were sick of it, she calls you over to her to dance...

___Lumen___
He gonnae be alreet mate? Ol' Medkit dunnae sound too happy?
Dunk shot mantis a look of concern before turning back to his grainy AR sensor feed as he piloted the tiny craft.
Where d'ye want me to set her down mate? I can get us on a quiet beach, but these waves are gonnae make a landing a seriously shite affair. Harbour's a decent option, but that's gonnae risk witnesses. I dunnae want te get al' this way an' then have te sweet talk the coastguard.

[Lumen]

"Dunno mate, he's in bad shape.  As for the landing... fuck it, we can't take a rough one at this point.  We should be close enough and I'll use a burner but I think it's time to call in the family.  They should be able to pull some strings and find us a place to land."

Knives rubs his head, hoping this is the right decision.  He pulls out a burner link and stares at it for a minute before punching in Johnny boy's digits.

[Csjarrat]

it rang and rang and rang before disconnecting, no answer.
You stared at the screen, disappointed for a few minutes before Johnny returns your call, groggy and disoriented.
Knives, tha' fack you calling me at this facking hour for mate? You alroit pal, not 'erd from ya in a while?

[Lumen]

"Nah mate, far from it.  I need yer 'elp.  I need a favor kinda quick, ya know where I can land a boat?"  Knives pauses for a minute, sighs, then continues, "and... a clinic nearby would be brill..."

[Csjarrat]

Jesus, haven't the foggiest mate. Let me have a ring around the lads. I'll call you back.

[Csjarrat]

___lumen___
20 mins goes by with no answer before the commcall came in;
Knives, I assume you're out in the channel? Boss said you'd been in France?
If you can get to ramsgate, the Artillery Arms on West Cliff road is run by a mate of ours. He'll sort you out a room and I'll get Ron or Mick to pick you up about lunchtime. You in good enough shape to get back to the old smoke? We'd rather have the 'doc look at you 'ere. Jim is the contact at the pub, he might know a trustworthy lad if not. Boss wants to see ya as soon as you're back too mate. Gi' me a call when you're back in the 'smoke and we'll get summat sorted.

[Scawire]

Mantis finishes burning the bacon then makes three sandwich with them, throwing mustard flavoring on them. Chewing on a spare piece of bacon Mantis walks over to Jen with the bacon beauties. So sweety how about we eat these and snuggle up for some action triad... Mantis finishes the last of the spare bacon strip and hands Jen here one sandwich of goodness. .. Maybe if you are extra nice we could tune into one of your faves. But you best play nice. Mantis smiles as he takes his seat to wolf down his two bacon sarnies.

[Lumen]

"Yea mate in the Channel.  I'll make it just fine I'm banged up but nothing serious.  Can't say the same for one of the fellas with me... Might need some special treatment for him but otherwise that plan sounds brill."

Knives holds the link away and asks Dunk, "Can we make it to Ramsgate?  You know the place?"

[Csjarrat]

Aye mate, should have enough power. Quaint wee harbour that one
Dunk nods and stares back at his grainy AR display, making fine adjustments to thrust and direction.
The motor below you changed pitch slightly as you return to the call.alright pal, get to ramsgate and the artillery arms. I'll drop them a line and let them know you'll need patching up.
Gi' me a shout if you need anything mate, see you tomorrow for a pint yeah?

[Lumen]

"Absolutely mate, I owe you one after this.  I'll give you a ring tomorrow.  Thanks again."  Knives hangs up and powers down the burner.   

He turns to Dunk, "Brill.  There's a pub, Artillery Arms, we'll hole up there and wait for help to arrive.  A few mates of mine will come pick us up and patch Mantis.   Only problem is getting him in the door looking like that."