Primum Non Nocere

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Over the last few days, the base had been under near constant attack by the Scorpion’s Hand. A particular assassin tried to attack yellow, only to knocked down with his mouth open by two BEA troopers.

“SS. He was going to take cyanide.” Anna muttered as she yanked the pill out of the assassin’s mouth.

Yellow gestured for the guards and Anna to keep their distance from her and the assassin, at least for now.

A precise stasis field from her free hand froze the assassin in place except for his head, leaving him still able to talk but do nothing else.

“Please…I want to know why,” Yellow asked the assassin in a pleading tone. “Why do all this? Is there something you feel we wronged you over?”

Yellow looked at the assassin, amber eyes searching for some trace of understanding. “Please. Help me understand.”

Exhausted after several days of battle, the patched up Wolf found himself falling face first into the cleavage of a certain busty Admiral. “Sorry, Red…” He said, not even bothering to push himself off, moaning in pain. He was incredibly sore and tired.

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“Wolf?!” Red(F) squeaked with surprise as she supported Wolf’s weight even as his face remained buried in her cleavage. She hurriedly brought him over to the couch, laying him on it. “Rest first, I’ll go get hypos…”

Wolf didn’t even resist, laying on the couch, taking time to breath. A twinge of pain went through his leg, causing him to wince and let out a sharp breath. Something about one of the lasers from the Scorpion’s Hand guns… It left him feeling weak even after Yellow had tried to heal him.

Red(F) worked quickly, having Serina prepare a drone with a basic set of Bouzac-tuned medical hyposprays.

Keying her omni-tool’s firmware for medical care, she returned to Wolf’s side as the drone arrived with the hyposprays.

Red(F) focused, a soft beep signalling the readiness of each hypospray as she administered their contents steadily, the hypos making soft hisses as they did. Some were analgesics, relieving pain as best they could.

Others were nano-meds, serving as temporary versions of the standard nanotech-based Personal Medical System possessed by every Initiative citizen. If there was a disease afflicting Wolf, the nano-meds would help fight it off.

“Your cleavage is as hot as ever.” Wolf admitted to Red(F). Well, it seemed his perverted side was still around, so his mental state was okay. The analgesics had the added affect of causing him to become sleepier then before.

Closing his eyes, Wolf went to sleep on the couch as the drone worked on his wounds and whatever afflicted him.

An hour later, once Wolf had woken up, Red(F) was sitting beside him. Near her, sitting at a table was a softly murmuring Konno Shiori, playing with some sort of schematic on her omni-tool.

“So, Wolf…if you’re here, who’s leading the BEA over at Bouzacula? Isn’t the reclamation effort still going on?” Red(F) asked.

“Should be Anna… oh shit.” Wolf muttered, “Fucking hell, I went and put Yellow in command! FUCK, I CAN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING RIGHT!”

He then proceeded to hit himself.

“Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!” He growled under his breath.

Shiori jumped in fright as she was startled by Red(F)’s following screech.

“YOU LEFT YELLOW IN CHARGE?”

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Red(F) looked apologetically at her daughter before stopping Wolf from hitting himself any further. Her grip on his arm was unbelievably strong.

“Alright…I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, making our precious cinnamon roll the leader of the BEA, but you can still fix this.”

Serina’s voice appeared, having apparently listened in on their conversation. “Standing by for QEC burst transmission to BEA forces. Ready to record.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t thinking, I was injured and near collapse. I know she’s smart, so she’s probably gone to see Anna already.” Wolf said, panic in his voice, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”

He held his head as he tried to keep from hyperventilating.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!” He breathed out.

Taking another hypospray that contained a muscle relaxant, Red(F) administered it into Wolf’s neck with a gentle hiss.

In seconds, Wolf was once again lying on the couch, although he was still awake, just resting.

“Wolf, calm down. At least tell the BEA that Anna’s supposed to be in charge. Serina’s waiting for you to record a message, she’ll send it to them.”

Nearby, Shiori moved to her room, still fiddling with the schematic on her omni-tool.

“No. fucking. Need.” The voice of a very pissed off Anna came through, as Anna had used the advanced comms of her omnitool to get into the message, “Admiral Yellow is doing exactly what she needs to do in the medbays.”

Anna glared at her brother through the screen.

“When you get back to Tryva, I’m going to fucking kill you. Have fun cowering with your whore of a friend.” Anna growled before cutting the message short.

“Anna’s pissed…” Wolf said, holding his head, the headache killing him.

Red(F) administered another light dose of analgesic to Wolf, still absorbing the fact of Anna having insulted her.

She wasn’t fazed by being called a whore, she knew she slept around a fair bit. But why the insult in the first place?

Red(F)’s thoughts were broken by the sound of a door sliding open, Shiori stomping over to her and Wolf, pure fury on the girl’s face.

“I heard what that bitch said.” Shiori growled angrily, pissed off that someone had insulted her mom like that.

“Shiori…” Wolf said, “My sister gets like this when she’s mad… And she’s mad at me. Your mother was just also in the fray…”

He sighed, and took Red(F)’s hand. He also brought her hand up to his face.

“I’m an idiot….” He said, leaning his face into her hand.

Despite Wolf’s words, Shiori’s fists remained tightly clenched as she fumed, seemingly trying her best not to lash out right there and then.

Seeing her daughter so incredibly angry, Red(F) excused herself from Wolf’s side, gently coaxing Shiori to leave the lounge. Following her back to her room, Red(F) stayed inside as the door slid shut and locked itself.

Within, she hugged Shiori warmly, patting her daughter’s back. “Shiori, dear…it’s okay. People called me that before too. Please, don’t get mad over this, okay?”

A tearing-up Shiori, for her part, had a tight voice as she choked out a soft protest. “But, that woman…she insulted you! I can’t let other people just trash your reputation like that! Mom, please…”

Red(F) continued to hug her crying daughter tenderly, knowing Shiori would want to protect her family. “I know, Shiori. But we both know how I sleep around with others casually. It’s alright…you don’t have to be angry…”

When Shiori had soon fallen asleep in her mother’s embrace, emotionally exhausted, Red(F) kissed her forehead lovingly and drew her blanket over her daughter before rising and leaving the room.

She found Wolf still sitting on the couch, and Red(F) now had a more motherly air about her as she sat beside him. “I think once you feel better, you should head back. I hear Admiral Green’s heading to Bouzacula as well, bringing Second Fleet. Rest up, Wolf.”

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“The highest in command is Sheik, but in his state right now, he’s in no shape to command.” The commander said, “Also, you’ve been put into command by Royal authority. You outrank even him.”

The sound of several aircraft flying in, and soon the sound of sirens notified the entire base of an attack by dive bombers.

“FUCK, STUKAS!!!!!” The commander yelled, “BRACE!!!!”

The divebombers released their payloads, the bombs exploding upon hitting the ground, and the Stukas began to strafe the ground with their 20mm guns.

“Get near me!” Yellow cried out as she flung a hand outwards, the barrier projector coming to life as a dome of shimmering gold energy expanded from her.

Bullets were deflected with impunity, bomb explosions absorbed by the barrier as it expanded to cover quite a few people.

With her other hand, Yellow drew and unfolded her collapsed Caduceus staff, a golden stream of medical bio-nanites healing those who were injured. Fortunately, the commander she’d spoken to was largely unharmed.

“Is there someone else below Sheik in the line of succession I can talk to?” Yellow asked them hurriedly. “I’m not the appropriate leader for you all.”

“Hold that thought, Admiral.” A female voice said, belonging to Anna, leader of the Military Police, and Wolf’s half-sister. In her hands was a 12.7mm sniper.

“Drop the barrier. Can’t get a fucking shot with that up.” Anna said with an irritated growl, “That’s an order, Admiral. Now get out of the way and go be useful in the med bay. NOW.”

Seems someone was annoyed with her brother’s decisions. As The Stuka came around for another strafing run, Anna took the shot, a large diameter bullet into the engine of the one plane.

Yellow did as she said, the Fleet Admiral steadily shrinking the barrier dome as they went for the medical bay.

She paused just a moment to fling a carefully-aimed stasis field at one of the remaining Stukas, freezing the mechanisms of the bomber as it glided down into a slow crash.

Entering the medical bay, Yellow began healing those already within the bay with her Caduceus staff, their wounds regenerating and closing up quickly.

“Is anyone else hurt?”

“Check the next med bay… That’s the worse injuries.” The nearest medic said, tiredly sitting down and holding his head.

The next bay over was filled with those who had lost limbs, those with infected wounds and so on.

The next few days were filled with work, as Yellow had a full medical team Blink down from the orbiting relief group, all the gathered civilians having been brought earlier to the transport hub over at the Janus system.

The medical team had brought with them a few portable autodocs and a portable augmentery, helping to treat those soldiers who had infections.

Those with lost limbs had the choice of either having them regenerated over time or replaced with cybernetics.

Exhausted after several days of battle, the patched up Wolf found himself falling face first into the cleavage of a certain busty Admiral. “Sorry, Red…” He said, not even bothering to push himself off, moaning in pain. He was incredibly sore and tired.

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“Wolf?!” Red(F) squeaked with surprise as she supported Wolf’s weight even as his face remained buried in her cleavage. She hurriedly brought him over to the couch, laying him on it. “Rest first, I’ll go get hypos…”

Wolf didn’t even resist, laying on the couch, taking time to breath. A twinge of pain went through his leg, causing him to wince and let out a sharp breath. Something about one of the lasers from the Scorpion’s Hand guns… It left him feeling weak even after Yellow had tried to heal him.

Red(F) worked quickly, having Serina prepare a drone with a basic set of Bouzac-tuned medical hyposprays.

Keying her omni-tool’s firmware for medical care, she returned to Wolf’s side as the drone arrived with the hyposprays.

Red(F) focused, a soft beep signalling the readiness of each hypospray as she administered their contents steadily, the hypos making soft hisses as they did. Some were analgesics, relieving pain as best they could.

Others were nano-meds, serving as temporary versions of the standard nanotech-based Personal Medical System possessed by every Initiative citizen. If there was a disease afflicting Wolf, the nano-meds would help fight it off.

“Your cleavage is as hot as ever.” Wolf admitted to Red(F). Well, it seemed his perverted side was still around, so his mental state was okay. The analgesics had the added affect of causing him to become sleepier then before.

Closing his eyes, Wolf went to sleep on the couch as the drone worked on his wounds and whatever afflicted him.

An hour later, once Wolf had woken up, Red(F) was sitting beside him. Near her, sitting at a table was a softly murmuring Konno Shiori, playing with some sort of schematic on her omni-tool.

“So, Wolf…if you’re here, who’s leading the BEA over at Bouzacula? Isn’t the reclamation effort still going on?” Red(F) asked.

“Should be Anna… oh shit.” Wolf muttered, “Fucking hell, I went and put Yellow in command! FUCK, I CAN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING RIGHT!”

He then proceeded to hit himself.

“Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!” He growled under his breath.

Shiori jumped in fright as she was startled by Red(F)’s following screech.

“YOU LEFT YELLOW IN CHARGE?”

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Red(F) looked apologetically at her daughter before stopping Wolf from hitting himself any further. Her grip on his arm was unbelievably strong.

“Alright…I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, making our precious cinnamon roll the leader of the BEA, but you can still fix this.”

Serina’s voice appeared, having apparently listened in on their conversation. “Standing by for QEC burst transmission to BEA forces. Ready to record.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t thinking, I was injured and near collapse. I know she’s smart, so she’s probably gone to see Anna already.” Wolf said, panic in his voice, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”

He held his head as he tried to keep from hyperventilating.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!” He breathed out.

Taking another hypospray that contained a muscle relaxant, Red(F) administered it into Wolf’s neck with a gentle hiss.

In seconds, Wolf was once again lying on the couch, although he was still awake, just resting.

“Wolf, calm down. At least tell the BEA that Anna’s supposed to be in charge. Serina’s waiting for you to record a message, she’ll send it to them.”

Nearby, Shiori moved to her room, still fiddling with the schematic on her omni-tool.

“No. fucking. Need.” The voice of a very pissed off Anna came through, as Anna had used the advanced comms of her omnitool to get into the message, “Admiral Yellow is doing exactly what she needs to do in the medbays.”

Anna glared at her brother through the screen.

“When you get back to Tryva, I’m going to fucking kill you. Have fun cowering with your whore of a friend.” Anna growled before cutting the message short.

“Anna’s pissed…” Wolf said, holding his head, the headache killing him.

Red(F) administered another light dose of analgesic to Wolf, still absorbing the fact of Anna having insulted her.

She wasn’t fazed by being called a whore, she knew she slept around a fair bit. But why the insult in the first place?

Red(F)’s thoughts were broken by the sound of a door sliding open, Shiori stomping over to her and Wolf, pure fury on the girl’s face.

“I heard what that bitch said.” Shiori growled angrily, pissed off that someone had insulted her mom like that.

Exhausted after several days of battle, the patched up Wolf found himself falling face first into the cleavage of a certain busty Admiral. “Sorry, Red…” He said, not even bothering to push himself off, moaning in pain. He was incredibly sore and tired.

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“Wolf?!” Red(F) squeaked with surprise as she supported Wolf’s weight even as his face remained buried in her cleavage. She hurriedly brought him over to the couch, laying him on it. “Rest first, I’ll go get hypos…”

Wolf didn’t even resist, laying on the couch, taking time to breath. A twinge of pain went through his leg, causing him to wince and let out a sharp breath. Something about one of the lasers from the Scorpion’s Hand guns… It left him feeling weak even after Yellow had tried to heal him.

Red(F) worked quickly, having Serina prepare a drone with a basic set of Bouzac-tuned medical hyposprays.

Keying her omni-tool’s firmware for medical care, she returned to Wolf’s side as the drone arrived with the hyposprays.

Red(F) focused, a soft beep signalling the readiness of each hypospray as she administered their contents steadily, the hypos making soft hisses as they did. Some were analgesics, relieving pain as best they could.

Others were nano-meds, serving as temporary versions of the standard nanotech-based Personal Medical System possessed by every Initiative citizen. If there was a disease afflicting Wolf, the nano-meds would help fight it off.

“Your cleavage is as hot as ever.” Wolf admitted to Red(F). Well, it seemed his perverted side was still around, so his mental state was okay. The analgesics had the added affect of causing him to become sleepier then before.

Closing his eyes, Wolf went to sleep on the couch as the drone worked on his wounds and whatever afflicted him.

An hour later, once Wolf had woken up, Red(F) was sitting beside him. Near her, sitting at a table was a softly murmuring Konno Shiori, playing with some sort of schematic on her omni-tool.

“So, Wolf…if you’re here, who’s leading the BEA over at Bouzacula? Isn’t the reclamation effort still going on?” Red(F) asked.

“Should be Anna… oh shit.” Wolf muttered, “Fucking hell, I went and put Yellow in command! FUCK, I CAN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING RIGHT!”

He then proceeded to hit himself.

“Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!” He growled under his breath.

Shiori jumped in fright as she was startled by Red(F)’s following screech.

“YOU LEFT YELLOW IN CHARGE?”

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Red(F) looked apologetically at her daughter before stopping Wolf from hitting himself any further. Her grip on his arm was unbelievably strong.

“Alright…I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, making our precious cinnamon roll the leader of the BEA, but you can still fix this.”

Serina’s voice appeared, having apparently listened in on their conversation. “Standing by for QEC burst transmission to BEA forces. Ready to record.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t thinking, I was injured and near collapse. I know she’s smart, so she’s probably gone to see Anna already.” Wolf said, panic in his voice, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”

He held his head as he tried to keep from hyperventilating.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!” He breathed out.

Taking another hypospray that contained a muscle relaxant, Red(F) administered it into Wolf’s neck with a gentle hiss.

In seconds, Wolf was once again lying on the couch, although he was still awake, just resting.

“Wolf, calm down. At least tell the BEA that Anna’s supposed to be in charge. Serina’s waiting for you to record a message, she’ll send it to them.”

Nearby, Shiori moved to her room, still fiddling with the schematic on her omni-tool.

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“The highest in command is Sheik, but in his state right now, he’s in no shape to command.” The commander said, “Also, you’ve been put into command by Royal authority. You outrank even him.”

The sound of several aircraft flying in, and soon the sound of sirens notified the entire base of an attack by dive bombers.

“FUCK, STUKAS!!!!!” The commander yelled, “BRACE!!!!”

The divebombers released their payloads, the bombs exploding upon hitting the ground, and the Stukas began to strafe the ground with their 20mm guns.

“Get near me!” Yellow cried out as she flung a hand outwards, the barrier projector coming to life as a dome of shimmering gold energy expanded from her.

Bullets were deflected with impunity, bomb explosions absorbed by the barrier as it expanded to cover quite a few people.

With her other hand, Yellow drew and unfolded her collapsed Caduceus staff, a golden stream of medical bio-nanites healing those who were injured. Fortunately, the commander she’d spoken to was largely unharmed.

“Is there someone else below Sheik in the line of succession I can talk to?” Yellow asked them hurriedly. “I’m not the appropriate leader for you all.”

“Hold that thought, Admiral.” A female voice said, belonging to Anna, leader of the Military Police, and Wolf’s half-sister. In her hands was a 12.7mm sniper.

“Drop the barrier. Can’t get a fucking shot with that up.” Anna said with an irritated growl, “That’s an order, Admiral. Now get out of the way and go be useful in the med bay. NOW.”

Seems someone was annoyed with her brother’s decisions. As The Stuka came around for another strafing run, Anna took the shot, a large diameter bullet into the engine of the one plane.

Yellow did as she said, the Fleet Admiral steadily shrinking the barrier dome as they went for the medical bay.

She paused just a moment to fling a carefully-aimed stasis field at one of the remaining Stukas, freezing the mechanisms of the bomber as it glided down into a slow crash.

Entering the medical bay, Yellow began healing those already within the bay with her Caduceus staff, their wounds regenerating and closing up quickly.

“Is anyone else hurt?”