When the Dust Clears

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When the Dust Clears

POSTED ON Aug 29, 2024 4:36:50 GMT

The field hospital reeks of death and the final passing of life into death. Even in a world where medicine is plentiful and cure-alls commonplace, there is little to be done about having a leg being claimed by a boulder or the inhalation of enough poison that blood turns thicker than gravy.

The expression that Howard wears as lives flicker out is one of fear and revulsion. The primal part of his brain demands that he scurry from this place and hide in a hole somewhere. Rationality demands he stay. Duty and obligation to remember the departed keeps him rooted in place.

"Shion." His voice is low as he speaks to the Goldenrod transfer. It takes every ounce of willpower to prevent his voice from trembling or cracking, and even now he's unsure if he succeeds. "How many?"

His eye lingered over the seemingly unending trail of bloody sheets and beds and bodies.

"How many are we losing?" Howard turned to the medic. "How many have we lost?"

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When the Dust Clears

POSTED ON Aug 29, 2024 5:52:08 GMT

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There is a grim irony to be standing in a place so full of death and transition, and have it be so lively. Medics are yelling, people are being shuffled and shuttled to various areas and stations. Despite the carnage, despite the suffering there are still people capable of navigating it without blinking an eye at the crushing injuries and sheet-covered bodies.[break][break]

In the midst of the field hospital is Shion, reading a clipboard. The paramedic's face is stoic as he reads, as though he is unphased by the current state of Petalburg; after all, he had experience in being able to "it" off just long enough to perform under pressure.

His attention is shifts from the clipboard as his name is called. "Sir?", there is a pause as he regards Howard, and his questions, with due consideration. Shion's shifts his attention to the clipboard for a few moments and then back to the Admin. "Tirage is still ongoing, sir. We're doing all we can." His tone is gentler than his face implies it should it be, an artificially kind offering from a man has disconnected himself from it all. "There are... estimates of those we've tagged and left in the field for collection and who've died in the field hospital, but plenty of people have also been transported to surrounding facilities after being stabilized."

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When the Dust Clears

POSTED ON Aug 30, 2024 8:41:10 GMT

Estimates. Another word for guesses. There's enough data to 'estimate' casualties. There are enough names on enough payrolls and lists that are not accounted for from the recent battle to deduce how many did not live to see Rocket or Kanto's flag flutter in the wind above the city.

So many lives lost for such a small strip of cloth, yet Howard knew the value of symbols. The red 'R' that flapped in the wind meant more than a mere letter of the alphabet.

"I see. If someone is missing in action, mark them as dead. Anyone who survived the Max Stonefall is likely buried in a pocket under a thousand metric tons of stone." His voice bled with tightness, a failure to wholly disconnect his emotions from the situation. "We can't save them."

It feels like a personal failing. It's a battle he helped orchestrate, a battle he helped end, and a battle that Monroe claimed as a great Kanto victory after Hoenn bled for it.

Now people like Shion pick up pieces, before being crushed by far greater pieces on the board. This poor paramedic.

"I've found a few caches of the antidote to Nihilego poisoning in our former underboss's quarters. Several dozen doses. Use them." He coughed into his fist. "Save as many lives as you can from your estimates. Is that clear?"

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POSTED ON Sept 9, 2024 1:36:41 GMT

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'If someone is missing in action, mark them as dead.' Shion looked down at the clipboard in his hand upon hearing that. The carnage of a battlefield necessitated such pragmatism, any mass casualty event did. Pragmatism is at the forefront of scenarios like this; save those who're salvageable. Those aren't breathing are already dead, just like those who are buried under tons of rubble. It was certainly a grim thought, but it was the reality of the situation. "Of course, sir." Shion nodded obediently as he met Howard's gaze, all too unwilling to admit to the Admin that a similar line of action was already in progress.[break][break]

The paramedic sighed softly, tucking the clipboard against his chest with an arm. "I will ensure that the antidotes are distributed to the various field stations." He pauses for a moment, clearing his throat. "We will save who we can, however we can; after all, that is our sworn duty." A default response sucked straight of out some anime, but there was some truth it. Shion knew that it was his duty to save others. To conserve life, alleviate suffering, to do no harm... those are things he swore to do.[break][break]

"With that said, have you been examined sir?" The paramedic narrowed his eyes at Admin, doing his best to gauge the state of the man. If he couldn't conserve the life of hundreds of League and Rocket members, if he couldn't alleviate the suffering of all those dying and suffering loses in Petalburg... then perhaps he could with Howard Slayte.

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POSTED ON Sept 9, 2024 9:33:33 GMT

Our sworn duty.

Who were they sworn to? Rocket? Themselves? Humanity? They were simply words uttered in an unending march towards infinity. He wondered who Shion had heard that phrase from. Where had that person heard it from? It was a mantra, but even a meaningless phrase that originally meant nothing could be turned into a prayer capable of saving a thousand lives.

Our sworn duty. The admin's lips flicked upwards in a smile.

It was such a pointless utterance. He didn't hate it.

"I've been waiting." Instead of struggling with hidden wounds and self-righteous pride, the admin simply told the truth. He hated lies. He hated deceit. From experience, he knew that medics hated secrets. Howard lied to the cops. Health workers? No way. "The city is fucked to hell and Sootopolis is a region away. Haven't had a chance to actually sit down."

An injection to stave off Nihilego toxins and a cannister of painkillers was his treatment.

"It's weird, actually." He sounded perplexed as he looked at Shion. "It feels wrong to sit down and stop. It's like a betrayal to those who've died."

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