Poking the Doctor

Really, this was no different than other missions. The only difference was the one 'protected’ party, the delegate, was helping fight off the intruders.

The place wasn't as abandoned as previously thought.

Onni was making a makeshift brace, tying fabric ripped from uniform to keep the brace in place. Two allies down, the delegate fiercely throws small 'firecrackers’ (smoke bombs filled with chili powder) to blind the enemy.

Onni kept to the injured. Content to protect them from behind the 'line’. However, someone overstepped. A laser pierced the delegate's thigh, ricocheting into one of his fallen comrades' hands. 

Now, Onni was pissed. He met the delegate's eyes, and he grabbed some of her homemade firecrackers and his allies' gun. They harmed a down party and a delegate, now the doctor was coming.

Onni threw the firecrackers near the vents first, cold air that was pushing the red powdery cloud down. Quickly. And then he fired.

Stitches needed to be precise, Onni made the shot.

But they also depended on how the person acted, they could be too rough and open their wounds. Like how the enemy lifted their arms and made the burn worse, blood spitting like a broken pipe. 

Onni did not take action on missions, not usually. But when patients are hurt, or friends he's grown to enjoy get taken down, Onni will hunt them. He will track them down, every last one. They attempted to take their lives, fair is fair.

Onni was hunting, a poked bear that was not happy to be woken.

When he was done, patching up the rest of his allies who stayed in the fight after he tended to the delegate, Onni smiled.

“There, all fixed and the threat gone. Should mean less trouble for your tribe.”

She smiled. Giving a slight bow. “And it will not forget that. Nor the respect you have earned today.”