revivalproject | His Very Own Space Episode

WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, Open
WHERE: Spooky Planet Surface, Back on Ships
WHAT: A Crash Landing, Attacking Allies, Tired and Healing
WHEN: May Adventure
WARNINGS: CW: Violence (Gladio against whoever), Crash Injuries (Broken Leg)

I. This Was Not The Intended Roadtrip | Shuttle Crash

He did the best he could. But sometimes fate is just against you, and sometimes crashes happen. And today? Today was one of those days. He's got enough time to shout for people to brace and then there's all the motion.

It takes a minute or two for him to come back aware after everything stops. There's pain, a lot of pain. But he can't think about himself right now. Gladio groans and starts to move his leg. And then curses.

"Everyone alright?" he shouts. "And can someone get out the split kit? I think my leg's sort of fucked."

Yeah, that's the life he is going to deal with. Because he's got to focus on getting his people back to safety.

II. When Paranoia Comes | A Paranoia Storm

There's nothing fun about trekking over long distances with a broken leg. Using his sword as a crutch was not the most pleasant thing, you know? But hey, he was making it. Going forward, listening to the rumbling roll of thunder behind them, it was no good thing to hear.

And honestly, he might just tell them to go on without him, to speed on. But the thing was...

He didn't want left behind. But they would. They were going to, weren't they?

Gladio shakes his head, tries to tell himself it's not true. That they wouldn't. Even if they should.

They should. They will. They'll take your gear and abandon you. Which is why you need to do it first. TO survive. To get back to Noctis.

It's building up in him. And he doesn't know how to keep it out.

III. Dealing With A Broken Leg | Glitter Food

The cast was, at least, a dark blue in shade. Where the doctor had managed that he didn't know. But he was definitely left limping and wearing a cast. And yeah, there are new cuts on his arms too, and bruises. He looks tired and worn out, and like he might fall over.

Like pure stubbornness is keeping him on his feet.

Though right now he's glaring at the food dispensers, like he isn't quite sure how to manage it and get to a table. Or maybe it's later when he's in the Deep End, trying to juggle his crutches and a chair at a table to sit without knocking over his drink. And of course there is by his tent, where he's clearly having issues getting down onto a sleeping bag. Talk about a big, frustrated guy.

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Yeah yeah, it was a reversal of a few months ago. Gladio isn't going to be annoyed by that at all.

"Yeah. Feel like turnabout is fair play in this case."

Keith huffed a small laugh.

"Consider it repaying a favor," he said easily, taking what Gladio had. He tilted his head, indicating for the other man to pick a seat. He'd follow.

Yeah, Gladio chuckles. That's so very true. A favor repaid.

So like Keith did months back, Gladio hobbles over to a table, the nearest in this case, and settles down at it.

"Thanks, man."

Keith wasn't currently without his own issues thanks to Stu and Billy's second ambush (with the fire having been the first for Keith personally), but he was at least more mobile this time... and definitely more mobile than Gladio. He still had use of his hands to carry things. He was recovering with his own limp at the moment, but managed two trays easily enough to bring them over and put them on the table.

Closest table to the food machines was fine by him, too.

"Sure thing," he said. "How are you holding up?" He noticed the additional cuts and bruises. The ones on Keith's face from his fight with Stu were mostly healed, but the shuttle crash hadn't exactly helped his concussion. It had been a rough time on the planet, even without the effects of the atmosphere. Keith had managed to avoid the worst of it by using his Paladin armor, but even that needed time to recharge or he would have used up all the air reserves. As a result, he hadn't been wearing the helmet with the facemask sealed closed the whole time, only when he needed the additional air.

"Annoyed that I crashed a shuttle, even if it wasn't all my fault. The repairs are going to be annoying," Gladio says with a sigh.

Even if it wasn't his fault. Of course it wasn't his fault. But it was still a pain to consider all of this.

Keith looked a bit sympathetic.

"Yeah. Repairs suck," he said. "But we all made it through." Keith hadn't been cleared for flying yet because of the concussion, but, even if he'd been okay enough to do it himself, the storm would have caught him off guard. He was good, but...

"Heck, even I've crashed a few times, and I'm experienced at this stuff." Granted, his first crash was was nosediving the Red Lion into soft sand because Lance didn't know how not to rile up Keith's competitive side, and Keith didn't know how to resist it... and Coran had activated the blind training visors in an attempt to get them all to connect deeper with their Lions. And the second? Well, Red had been disabled in a fight and then tossed out of a wormhole into an uncontrolled decent on a strange planet.

"But, really... like you said, it wasn't your fault. That storm was rough." Yeah, Keith had issues with controlling his urge to backseat drive sometimes, but he'd managed to keep himself under control for the trip.

"Yeah, I never did things more complex than cars before coming here. And the ships are more graceful than expected otu in space."

Really, he was depending on Keith if things got complicated in space flight. The guy was better at the three dimensional thinking that was required.

"Rough, and what came after was rough too. I almost killed Leo. And vice versa."

Keith nodded in understanding. There was definitely a difference between moving a vehicle around on a planet's surface than moving something in the air or in space. That third dimension could be quite the wrench in the works.

"You definitely have more freedom of movement in space," he said. "Instead of just left and right or front and back, you also have up and down, and that really changes things." But Keith had most definitely not been on his game enough to fly at that point. Not yet, and he felt bad about it. "Sorry I couldn't help." Which, yeah, it hadn't been his fault that Stu had kind of smashed his face into the ground mere weeks before, but he'd put himself in the position to have that happen.

"Are you and Leo... you know... are you guys... okay?" Like with each other? Weird stuff had happened down on the planet, and a lot of people weren't exactly happy with each other during their stay. It might be hard for some of them to come back from.

Yeah, Gladio's thinking in three dimensions was limited to active battle.

"Don't worry about helping or not. I understood why. While it may have been smoother with you, we still made it out alive."

And hell, Keith did something important in stopping the murderers after all.

"I don't know," Gladio admitted. "We were pretty cool before. I don't know how to make that work now. I know how to apologize, but I don't know how to approach him right now. He might not want to see me."

"Yeah." He nodded a little. "Still feel bad about it, though." Because that was Keith...

He nodded about Leo. "I mean, it was pretty rought for all of us over there. I guess... there's only one way to find out."

There really was. But that also meant Gladio had to go seeking him out and hope the guy's brother didn't flip out on him. Which would be completely fair.

"Still have to figure out how to initiate it. Wish I knew what to give him as an apology gift."

"I'm definitely not the person to ask when it comes to gifts," Keith said. That would have been more up Lance's alley. "But... I don't know... you could try calling him first? Or texting."

Calling or texting.

"Guess I don't think of that as the first option in a place like this. It feels so far away from civilization..."

Plus the long night had meant a lack of that sort of communication.

"Well, it's an option," he said. "And probably a good way to test the waters without ending up getting in another fight." He shrugged a little. "It's a thought to consider, at least."

It's a good point, and Gladio nods along to it. He'll have to work on that.

"Glad that it's an option. I missed it back home."

"Missed it?" Keith quirked in eyebrow in curiosity.

"When everything went wrong and the Long Night started, well, cell phones didn't last long past that. The energy was too important to conserve for lights and cooking. There was no way we were going to spend it on keeping cell towers functional."

And no one questioned it at all. There were other ways to set up alerts, through beacons. But phones? Those had once been quite convenient.

"Did you ever get them back?" Keith asked. He wondered what Pidge would do without a connection to some sort of data feed or something... probably find a way to build one of her own.

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