By the time Raphael made it to the console, Tony was on his feet and still blinking blearily, but the screens were flicking through sensors and damage reports as he searched for a good answer for the turtle. It wasn't as reassuring as he was hoping to get the confirmation that this rumbling noise wasn't just in his head. "We have shields, we'll be fine..." Tony started muttering, not completely confident in these alien systems, especially since it obviously hadn't done the Agrii a lot of good, but it was what they had to rely on for now. "Could you get me some water--?"
That shockwave that seemed to disregard the shields entirely had Tony wincing, then bowing over with his teeth grit and hands clasped behind his head, trying to keep his brain from escaping down his spinal chord. That wasn't good. Every system he was wired into seemed to be seizing across his cranium, a cascade failure that dominoed in reverse then left his limbs sparking with their brownian functionality sending jolts and sizzles through his nervous system. "Yeah, that's a problem," he grit out, trying to push his shoulders back and get control of his console again, but barely able to see through the glitching static of the failures. "I can't see the source of the damage, but she's got some severe internal hemorrhaging that needs to be dealt with," he reported, then licked his lips and wiped his hand through the blood across his mouth, then the other, not sure how long his nose had been doing that but no time for it now. He couldn't see. Smearing red across the screens, he started tapping and scrolling through glitching menus instead of trying to get the network to respond through Extremis, squinting through the ache in his whole body now and the frustratingly slow interface process. "Hull seems to be intact. We're venting oxygen, and we'll lose gravitational stability in under a minute, though. Seatbelts still work--where are the kids? Raphael?"
Raphael drops a firm hand over the man's shoulder to help steady him, grimacing at all the blood that's just getting spread everywhere. Gross, sure, but there are greater concerns.
"Dude, I'm right here. You okay? Do we needa pack people into the ships? The kids should be with Billy, right? I'll go check-"
"Always," Tony muttered, but was glad to take Raphael's elbow for a grounding moment as he processed what he could see of the damage. Which was, apparently, all of it, everything was damage. With a gentle push to encourage him to go, Tony commanded, "No--just get the little ones on your ship in case we need a quick evac, standby. I can get this under control." He was looking around by then, mind already off of the very immediate problem of the life support system failure, but it didn't matter what he had under control if it was just going to be thrown off balance again. "Ren!" he called through the shuttlebay impatiently. "Pull up your pants! Your team is everyone. Strap in and get moving!"
Not that Raphael's buying that, but he says nothing, knowing Tony's the only one who's somehow keeping tabs of everything on the ship. Maybe he's a cyborg?
The man's push doesn't do much to move the turtle, but he hesitates for only a moment before nodding. "Got it. Don't die."
"It's not like I was unprepared," he growls under his breath. Truth be told, he likes being in action more than not. It isn't how he prefers it, the fight being brought to him, but he's more than capable of leveling opposition when it's necessary.
It looks like it's necessary now.
"The green child is Force sensitive," Ren tosses back. He doesn't have time to explain it but hopefully one of them will know what it means. If there's a child to live and a child to die, the green one needs to live over the other. "Take special care with him even if it means abandoning the other. You need him more."
He moves back to strap in, hand on his lightsaber and thumb impatient. If there's a fight, let there go ahead and be a fight. For now, though, there's just flying and waiting. He doesn't like the idea of leaving two scientists and two children unprotected but a frontal assault that bleeds the enemy dry would make a rear guard unnecessary. Still, it's not wise. He changes his mind.
"I hope the rest of you know how to fight because these two and those children don't. I'm staying with them."
Even if it means he has to protect the child himself - a Force sensitive was too rare not to leave guarded.
"Wow, what is wrong with you?!" Raphael blurts, screeching to such a sudden halt that the tattered ends of his bandanna go flipping past his face. "We're not abandoning either kid, okay?" He looks about ready to swat Ren upside the head if he reiterates otherwise.
When no further comment comes, the turtle turns to resume gathering the youngest of their group (so he thinks anyway). His demeanor's completely different with the children, soft-spoken and smiling, you know, the way you should talk to bitties. "Hey little guys, you sit tight, okay? Things are getting weird out there but don't worry, no one's getting left behind, no matter what some weird emo people might say."
Reassuring headpats dispensed and after making sure they're safe and secure, Raphael steps back out of the ship, to wait for updates, only to stare over in Kylo Ren's direction.
"Wait, what?" Look, he's not going to complain when he's been itching for a fight but after what the man said only a little bit ago, naturally he's going to be slightly iffy. Staring him down, the turtle stalks right up to Kylo Ren, even if he's probably got maybe a full foot in height over the turtle. He jabs a stubby finger at the man's chest.
"I can fight. Me an' whoever else go out there will make sure those jerks can't hurt anyone else. But that means we're trusting you to hold the fort and protect everyone. No one kid over the other or something like that either, you got it?"
"I'll protect them both. What do you expect me to do, run away with the child while leaving the other three unprotected? Even if I did, I don't have a ship to do it in," Ren points out. He's angry about it because he does think the Force-sensitive is more important but at this point, it doesn't matter. All of them live or none of them live.
"Lightsabers don't discriminate. Anything that comes here will be eliminated. Unless, of course, it's one of you. I think I can lift the kill others on sight order in the case of my own teammates."
"I dunno, you tell me. You're the one that said to take care of elf-ears and abandon the other if you have to, or some crap like that."
Raphael slowly leans back, although he still fixes Kylo Ren with a look. "Good. I'll leave you to it then," he says after a moment. It's a second more before he nods and then turns to run towards the other ship they've souped up. Well, kinda souped up. A thought crosses his mind and he skids to a stop and looks back.
Ren hadn't thought about it until just now but he does, pushing at the door to the Starduck and gesturing his way in. "Go on in. You're captain of the ship for now."
He doesn't know why the ships have been coded this way and imagine it's some sort of genetic thing keyed to their individual signatures in the Force - if that's even something measurable here.
He pokes his head in, whistling. "Whoa, Starduck's swanky." He can't help but grin a bit at being named captain. Eat your heart out, Leo.
Stepping past Kylo Ren, he drops into the pilot's seat and starts flipping switches as he goes through flight prep. It won't ever not weird him out at how easily he can figure to do these things, just from touching some orb thingy.
"Lookin' good. We can launch as soon as whoever else is going gets their butts loaded. -are we gonna have problems getting out of the shield or should we be able to pass through?"
He's holding back a bit. It's strange to be working with anyone and not just alongside them for temporary gain or against them. It feels different, just now, and maybe that's because he just had to relinquish something of his own to someone else's care.
"Good Luck," he says, ducking back out so the others can board. "And may the Force be with you."
Raphael tilts his head, just the slightest confusion marring his brow. This is the same guy that had green baby preferences, right?
"Thanks," he says, pausing a little at the addendum before adding, if not a touch awkwardly, "....you too?" Yeah, that's not how it goes but no one's broken him in on this Force business, okay?
With the others on the team moving in other ways, preparing for infiltration or defense, Reeve's at Tony's side. Not for the first time he wises desperately for a curative materia. And instead he just reaches up with his coat between the pushes of Tony's fingers to wipe the screen as clean as he can without affecting Tony's work.
"The map you got us yesterday. I remember there being small tunnels noted on them, riddled about the ship. I was thinking they're likely access tunnels, the same sorts of things we had the Midgar Plates riddled with. Major systems would go through there, you could shut down or reroute systems that way to help control damage. Tony... there is one I can access from here. Can you use the maps to guide me to the nearest junction? It will have more command system controls."
He might be able to stop the O2 venting. They need to be able to breathe.
"I can leave Mini here, to act as a relay. I'll push through the pain if I get too far."
As soon as Reeve mentioned the map, Tony was searching the systems for it, nodding his thanks for Reeve's wordless mopping up after him and bringing one hand up to press his knuckles against his lip to minimize any further damage as the interior of the ship lept into illumination in front of them. The projection was easier to manipulate, but still Tony lagged as he tried to grab and trash all of the useless information right now of the normal walkways to focus on these access tunnels, warping the map instead then flicking it back into place in frustration, spinning it and pinching to zoom onto their location instead. Distantly aware of the highlighted dots moving through the walkways breaking apart into smaller groups and trying not to snarl at this, he pointed to the vent Reeve must have meant to trace his finger through its path, sure, easy job.
He had to drop his hand from his face from there to correct, "No, you won't," flatly, finger still on his path but staring intently at Reeve. "If you pass out in there, we're dead in the water," he pointed out. Pure pragmatism, Reeve couldn't argue with that.
"Yes, I will," Reeve counters, voice firm. Authoritative. This wasn't Reeve Tuesti, friend to Tony Stark. This was Reeve Tuesti, corporate executive and power player on the world stage. This was a man who knew how to take command.
"If something interrupts my path I need you able to direct me out of the tubes and into them again past the blockage. As fast as possible. Or we all die."
That display of authority only made Tony bristle, teeth on edge and eyes narrowing coldly, but Reeve hadn't even presented him with a difficult puzzle to let Reeve keep on thinking he was in control here; Tony was the one with the map. He gave a wry smile that didn't reach his eyes with a sharp nod, his only further argument a muttered, "You sure you don't want a safe word?"
He tilted his head, licking his coppery lips again leaving the map shimmering above the console as he searched the glitching screens for the load failures he had skimmed earlier. "There's a power drain going to the Green Room and Hero Control, if you can tourniquet them we can start to stabilize," he pointed out. Those dots indicating movement throughout the ship on the map caught his eye again, flickering and jumping erratically, flinging out too far from where they had started and making Tony narrow his eyes. He could still track this path for Reeve, probably, no need to worry him, but Tony did add, "If you run into anything, you're back here. You're not out there to engage."
"I don't want to engage. I can't fight," Reeve says, because he knows. "And is there any guarantee that you can get me there without moving out of Mini's range?"
Tony, he just needs to do SOMETHING and the systems here aren't enough for him to fix what he needs to. And if if that works... he's going. Wherever he needs to go.
"Please," Tony dismissed, rolling his eyes and waving a hand as though Reeve had just asked him to count on his fingers. This wasn't any more difficult than a children's maze, they just had a third dimension. "What are you still doing here?" he asked instead. "Where's Mini...?" He turned in time to see the doll whacking his stick against the door, then spun at the sound of the engines powering up behind them. The dots on the map flickered and jumped around again. This was okay, Tony could handle this. "See if there's anything you can do about fucking comms," he growled as a final instruction for Reeve before stalking toward Mini, waving Reeve off again.
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That shockwave that seemed to disregard the shields entirely had Tony wincing, then bowing over with his teeth grit and hands clasped behind his head, trying to keep his brain from escaping down his spinal chord. That wasn't good. Every system he was wired into seemed to be seizing across his cranium, a cascade failure that dominoed in reverse then left his limbs sparking with their brownian functionality sending jolts and sizzles through his nervous system. "Yeah, that's a problem," he grit out, trying to push his shoulders back and get control of his console again, but barely able to see through the glitching static of the failures. "I can't see the source of the damage, but she's got some severe internal hemorrhaging that needs to be dealt with," he reported, then licked his lips and wiped his hand through the blood across his mouth, then the other, not sure how long his nose had been doing that but no time for it now. He couldn't see. Smearing red across the screens, he started tapping and scrolling through glitching menus instead of trying to get the network to respond through Extremis, squinting through the ache in his whole body now and the frustratingly slow interface process. "Hull seems to be intact. We're venting oxygen, and we'll lose gravitational stability in under a minute, though. Seatbelts still work--where are the kids? Raphael?"
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Raphael drops a firm hand over the man's shoulder to help steady him, grimacing at all the blood that's just getting spread everywhere. Gross, sure, but there are greater concerns.
"Dude, I'm right here. You okay? Do we needa pack people into the ships? The kids should be with Billy, right? I'll go check-"
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The man's push doesn't do much to move the turtle, but he hesitates for only a moment before nodding. "Got it. Don't die."
Turning, he darts off to go grab the kiddies.
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It looks like it's necessary now.
"The green child is Force sensitive," Ren tosses back. He doesn't have time to explain it but hopefully one of them will know what it means. If there's a child to live and a child to die, the green one needs to live over the other. "Take special care with him even if it means abandoning the other. You need him more."
He moves back to strap in, hand on his lightsaber and thumb impatient. If there's a fight, let there go ahead and be a fight. For now, though, there's just flying and waiting. He doesn't like the idea of leaving two scientists and two children unprotected but a frontal assault that bleeds the enemy dry would make a rear guard unnecessary. Still, it's not wise. He changes his mind.
"I hope the rest of you know how to fight because these two and those children don't. I'm staying with them."
Even if it means he has to protect the child himself - a Force sensitive was too rare not to leave guarded.
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When no further comment comes, the turtle turns to resume gathering the youngest of their group (so he thinks anyway). His demeanor's completely different with the children, soft-spoken and smiling, you know, the way you should talk to bitties. "Hey little guys, you sit tight, okay? Things are getting weird out there but don't worry, no one's getting left behind, no matter what some weird emo people might say."
Reassuring headpats dispensed and after making sure they're safe and secure, Raphael steps back out of the ship, to wait for updates, only to stare over in Kylo Ren's direction.
"Wait, what?" Look, he's not going to complain when he's been itching for a fight but after what the man said only a little bit ago, naturally he's going to be slightly iffy. Staring him down, the turtle stalks right up to Kylo Ren, even if he's probably got maybe a full foot in height over the turtle. He jabs a stubby finger at the man's chest.
"I can fight. Me an' whoever else go out there will make sure those jerks can't hurt anyone else. But that means we're trusting you to hold the fort and protect everyone. No one kid over the other or something like that either, you got it?"
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"Lightsabers don't discriminate. Anything that comes here will be eliminated. Unless, of course, it's one of you. I think I can lift the kill others on sight order in the case of my own teammates."
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Raphael slowly leans back, although he still fixes Kylo Ren with a look. "Good. I'll leave you to it then," he says after a moment. It's a second more before he nods and then turns to run towards the other ship they've souped up. Well, kinda souped up. A thought crosses his mind and he skids to a stop and looks back.
"You're gonna have to let us on board, right?"
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He doesn't know why the ships have been coded this way and imagine it's some sort of genetic thing keyed to their individual signatures in the Force - if that's even something measurable here.
"See if it works now."
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Stepping past Kylo Ren, he drops into the pilot's seat and starts flipping switches as he goes through flight prep. It won't ever not weird him out at how easily he can figure to do these things, just from touching some orb thingy.
"Lookin' good. We can launch as soon as whoever else is going gets their butts loaded. -are we gonna have problems getting out of the shield or should we be able to pass through?"
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He's holding back a bit. It's strange to be working with anyone and not just alongside them for temporary gain or against them. It feels different, just now, and maybe that's because he just had to relinquish something of his own to someone else's care.
"Good Luck," he says, ducking back out so the others can board. "And may the Force be with you."
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"Thanks," he says, pausing a little at the addendum before adding, if not a touch awkwardly, "....you too?" Yeah, that's not how it goes but no one's broken him in on this Force business, okay?
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"The map you got us yesterday. I remember there being small tunnels noted on them, riddled about the ship. I was thinking they're likely access tunnels, the same sorts of things we had the Midgar Plates riddled with. Major systems would go through there, you could shut down or reroute systems that way to help control damage. Tony... there is one I can access from here. Can you use the maps to guide me to the nearest junction? It will have more command system controls."
He might be able to stop the O2 venting. They need to be able to breathe.
"I can leave Mini here, to act as a relay. I'll push through the pain if I get too far."
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He had to drop his hand from his face from there to correct, "No, you won't," flatly, finger still on his path but staring intently at Reeve. "If you pass out in there, we're dead in the water," he pointed out. Pure pragmatism, Reeve couldn't argue with that.
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"If something interrupts my path I need you able to direct me out of the tubes and into them again past the blockage. As fast as possible. Or we all die."
This part? Not a democracy.
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He tilted his head, licking his coppery lips again leaving the map shimmering above the console as he searched the glitching screens for the load failures he had skimmed earlier. "There's a power drain going to the Green Room and Hero Control, if you can tourniquet them we can start to stabilize," he pointed out. Those dots indicating movement throughout the ship on the map caught his eye again, flickering and jumping erratically, flinging out too far from where they had started and making Tony narrow his eyes. He could still track this path for Reeve, probably, no need to worry him, but Tony did add, "If you run into anything, you're back here. You're not out there to engage."
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Tony, he just needs to do SOMETHING and the systems here aren't enough for him to fix what he needs to. And if if that works... he's going. Wherever he needs to go.
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"I'll do my best," Reeve promises, heading off toward the tunnels. Better to just start on this. He's going to have to fix a few things.
With that he moves to grab a few tools, stuffing them into his pockets before heading for the tunnels.
"Survive, Tony. Or I'm going to be cross!"