Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Bloodstone Medical Center

as written by Architect, Tiko, Dashmiel, and Script

Alfred looked over his shoulder at Ragenard, watching him quietly as he debated whether to follow his instructions or continue doing as Bastien had told him to do. He was always more than willing to follow orders, but he always hated when he had to deal with conflicting ones. Bastien's departure however, meant Alfred wouldn't have that protection should Ragenard try to force him to follow the command with more than just words.

Finally he shrugged, getting back up to his feet and picking up his bag. Leaving the supplies beside Julienne's leg. He didn't even mutter so much as a "whatever" before walking away. It was fine with him if they considered him useless, he didn't want anyone relying on him anyway.

He made his way to the Operating room, and took a moment to compose himself before entering.

"Heh," Julienne remarked. "Having his dick nailed to the floor might be an improvement. Fucking waste of space."

Meanwhile the door banged closed loudly nearby, punctuating Bastien's departure and likely less than stellar mood.

"Where's he going?" Julienne asked with a grimace as she peeled back her jacket enough to get a look at the bullet wound underneath.

"To be useful, I hope," replied Ragenard with a glance at the door, hoping he didn't have to go and fish Bastien out from getting killed later. He had no idea what was going on, but he was sure their whole world was burning. Or so he felt inside.

"Not alone you don't mean," Julienne began with a start. She made moves as if to get up. "I'm going with him."

Having stepped away from Re'Altarm's side to look over the rest of the room, Snow moved over to where Julienne was sat. "Your arm needs fixing up," he stated, "going anywhere with that injury is a bad idea."

"He's right," proclaimed Ragenard with a frown towards Julienne "Stay the fuck still and let him work you over. We need you on the mend as soon as possible. Now's not the time for bullshit bravado, we need to stand together at our best or die. Besides, it'll give us time to talk, I need to talk to you both."

"And how many fucking bullet holes do you think he's going to have in him when he gets back?" Julienne growled. "What the fuck where you thinking."

Ignoring Julienne's protests to allow Ragenard to have it out with her, Snow began to set about cleaning and stitching the bullet wound using the supplies Alfred had left behind.

Ragenard's eyes turned dark for a second before he addressed Julienne. "I was thinking that the shit is hitting the fan, but we don't know who's shitting. I was thinking he's a big boy, and in case you didn't notice, our pack leader is laying at death's door. This is an all hands situation, no time to baby the fuck around" he growled, before kneeling next to Snow and looking Julienne in the eye. "So shut the fuck up, get better, and don't talk shit to me until you can swing that arm at me if you disagree with my actions" finished Ragenard

Julienne's eyes were a swirl of amber as she met Ragenard's gaze with a fiery one of her own. But she had no retort for him and she finally looked away, cooperating for the most part with Snow's efforts to clean out the wound.

"What's the plan, then," she growled.

"For now, there is no plan. We collect ourselves, mend, and once we know what's going on out there, then we go and fuck it up. Same old shit, nothing new here" replied Ragenard with an exhasperated sigh. Last thing he needed was to get the she-bitch in a tit.

Surveing the room, he decided to change the topic from Bastien's departure:
"Would you two care to tell me how the fuck it is that we find ourselves here? What the fuck has been going on?"

"Fuck if I know," Julienne answered. "Baron got a call that Jesse had been spotted being moved to the Casino. Then we got word that the Scions were out in force, heading for Cascastel. Baron sent Marc and Carlisle with Jacques to go clean out Renard's shop, and the rest of us headed over to the Casino to get Jesse back while it wouldn't be well defended. They were waiting for us when we came out."

"Divide and fucking conquer. Neatly too. Who got you word that the Scions were out" asked Ragenard as he digested the quick summary of events.

"I don't kn-" she let out a hiss as Snow started jabbing around in the open wound. "Fucking son of a whore," she bit out through grit teeth. "I don't know."

"Baron got the call, but he never said who it was," Snow said, his expression tightening somewhat at Julienne's words.

"The number's probably on his phone," Julienne said.

Ragenard nodded to himself as he spoke "Good. Hopefully we can do something with it. Was his phone on him? Hopefully it didn't get fucked. We'll have to check once they're through with him."

"Has anyone heard from Marc and the others yet?" she asked.

"Not that I've heard," Snow replied with a frown. He had yet to check his own phone since they set off from the Den. He was putting the finishing touches to the front stitching now, so he could check it momentarily before moving onto her back.
 
as written by Knosis

Gun shots, hot blazing sun, the desert dust flying all around. Re'Altarm held the gun close to her as she ducked behind one of the many sand dunes and the truck. To her right, a man she barely knew stared up at her with eyes that would never see again. To her left, a woman laying in crimson soaked sand, holding her neck where her life force was leaking.

She was alone, out numbered 1 to 4. A man with dark clothes rounded the jeep, raising his gun towards the girl. Panic filled her chest as she knew she would be done for. But the man did something odd. Instead of pulling the trigger, the man's bones and body figure began to change slowly, with eerie popping sounds and ripping that were unnatural of any human. The next thing she knew, she was underneath the werewolf again, staring up into its eyes. Those eyes that wanted to rip her apart limb for limb.

She gasped as she woke up, disoriented and confused as she was no longer in the desert son, waiting for death. But it still felt like a war zone to her. Faces she didn't recognize, sounds and smells coming stronger to her than they had before, as if she were still in fighting. Some how, she was still alive.

Jesse

A single thought spurred her to action. Leaping from the bed ripped the IV from her arm, and her eyes were glowing bright amber. She looked ready to attack the next closest person, despite being a little woozy on her feet. She needed to find him, and she needed to save him.
 
as written by Tiko, Script, Dashmiel, and Knosis

"Looks like the new girl is awake," Julienne noted as Snow snipped the last bit of thread.

Snow looked up and over his shoulder, frowning. "She shouldn't be walking yet," he noted with concern, "I'll try and calm her down."

"Walking is probably the least of your concern. Bitch looks like she's about to shift," Julienne pointed out.

"Who the FUCK is that? Muzzle her or I will. For fuck's sake, we're having Baron cut open in the next room and now she knows where this is" Ragenard growled loudly.

"It's the girl Jesse brought back before all this," Snow explained. "She was taken along with him." Rising to his feet, he stepped cautiously towards Re'Altarm, "It's alright," he said, keeping his voice as gentle as he could manage, "You're safe. Jesse's here, but you can't see him right now. You need to lie down, you've lost a lot of blood."

The girl's amber gaze shifted to Snow and narrowed. "How can I take you by your word?" The phrase sounded more like a demand. In all her years on the combat field, she knew not to always trust what you saw. "This could be another sick twisted game that bitch pulled out of her ass." Still, her figure wavered as another bout of dizziness took hold.

"Of fucking 'course she's unbalanced too" muttered Ragenard softly to Julienne. His patience was quickly getting frayed, he did not want to be dealing with this right now.

"Hey, bitch," Julienne hollered. "We got our asses chewed up getting you out of there. Mind sitting yours down so it wasn't for nothing?"

"Look around. If we wanted to hurt you, why would we have you on a hospital bed receiving emergency care?" Snow frowned with exasperation, "Sit down, before you pass out."

"Raven did that a bit. Kind of like cat and mouse. She never forgave when I nearly slit her throat.." She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor.

"The last thing I remember was Rowan forcing Jesse to take out bags of my blood to give to some woman.."

Ragenard massaged the bridge of his nose in irritation. He really didn't want to be dealing with strange folks mental problems right now. "Right. You guys deal with that. I'm going to check our perimeter" said Ragenard as he walked away and followed Bastien's lead of banging the door loudly on his way out.

"If you want to help your body recover, you need to rest on the bed where I can get another IV set up," Snow said. "You need blood back in your system."

Re looked up at Snow then back to the bed she had left. "I'll get some rest.." She muttered. "But don't stick that thing back in me.."

Snow raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "Suit yourself," he stated flatly, deciding it wasn't worth the fight. He turned away and moved back over to Julienne. "I should finish your stitches," he said.

Julienne hadn't moved from where she sat, and her coat was still half off so that Snow could get at her shoulder, but in her free hand she was dialing a number into her phone. The dried blood was beginning to flake off as she held the phone to her ear.

Snow set to work on the exit wound in silence, allowing Julienne a measure of quiet to make her call.

No answer came over the phone, and Julienne hung up on the voicemail. There was worry etched into her expression, but she said nothing more as she let Snow work in silence.
 
as written by Tiko

Meanwhile things were no less chaotic in the operating room. Jesse tried to wipe his sleeve across his brow while keeping pressure on Baron's abdominal wound. He would be better served helping Reinhard with Vanessa, but he dare not leave Baron bleeding out in the meanwhile.

His opportunity to make himself more useful came when Alfred arrived.

"Here," Jesse called to him. "I need you to keep pressure on this."

"Do you know how to finish getting him prepped for surgery?" Jesse asked Valentino.

If Valentino didn't need him there giving instructions on what to setup where, he would be able to assist with Vanessa.
 
as written by Saarai

"Yes. I can handle this." Valentino told Jesse, hooking up more IVs. Most with blood, he wasn't sure how much Baron had lost in the time since the attack. It was always good to be safe, especially now.

Valentino pulled his gloves off, digging into his bag for another pair before also whipping out a brown bottle of liquid. He placed it down near Baron, quickly grabbing a needle from his bag as well.

"To make this easier on you." He told Baron, twisting the top off of the bottle. He pulled the safety cap from the needle and dipped it into the liquid, pulling until it filled the syringe.

Carefully and precisely, Valentino stuck the needle into Baron's side. The liquid slowly finding it's way out and into the pack leader. The IVs went next, Baron would hopefully stabilize enough that there was at a little time to spare.

Valentino was doing his best to make sure Baron lived to see another day.
 
as written by Architect

Alfred respond to Jesse with a nod and quickly slapped on a pair of gloves. Open surgery was a bit above his qualifications, but assisting in simple ways, that he could do. He had confidence that as long as he was given instruction he'd be able to help out effectively.

He followed Jesse's command as quickly as he could, and held firm pressure where he had indicated.
 
as written by Tiko

With Alfred now helping Valentino with Baron, Jesse moved off to the nearby sinks, washing his hands as best he was able before pulling on a pair of gloves. His clothes were soaked in blood already, but sanitation was the secondary concern tonight.

He moved to join Reinhard with working on Vanessa, but it was still nearly fifteen minutes before Reinhard had managed to repair enough of the internal damages to leave Jesse to stitching Vanessa up so he could see to Baron next.

Fifteen minutes.

Whether those minutes would cost Baron yet remained uncertain as his life hung in the balance. Only time would tell.
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon pulled in front of the building and cut the motor to his bike, removing his helmet he headed for the door, which he was less than quiet about opening. In fact he came barging in yelling and slamming the door "Where the hell is everyone?! What the fuck is going on?!" He was angry and ready to rage out, anyone who knew him could tell he was about to rage shift.
 
as written by Script

"Damon," Snow stepped towards the young man as he barged in. His own wolf reared its head in response to his packmate's outburst, flickering behind amber-yellow eyes. "Calm down, and step down, or I will not hesitate to put you on the floor," he growled, his voice low and edged with ice-cold anger. "We have injured, and dead. Having a tantrum isn't going to help, in the slightest."

In that moment his words carried every bit of the coldly intimidating authority his mother was known for. Snow was in no state of mind to tolerate pointless chaos, and it showed plainly.
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon snarled a response "Being angry and wanting revenge after I find out we were attacked while I slept is hardly a fuckin tantrum. Where is Baron?!" He calmed slightly but still held his ground, this wasn't the place to fight but he wasn't going pup on this either. His eyes were the only thing that had shifted now, the rest of him had calmed but he was still angry and wanted blood.
 
as written by Alara

This time it was Julienne who remained quiet, leaving Snow to do the talking. She didn't want to be the one to explain that Baron was being operated on in the other room, and might not live out the night.

Her own blood simmered though as the wolf in her responded in kind the rising tempers of Damon and Snow. The aggression was almost infectious.

Her eyes swirled with amber, but she made no move to join the conversation either. With her phone in hand, her eyes were on the door that Baron and Vanessa had been taken through.
 
as written by Script

"On the edge of life and death in the operating room," Snow retorted harshly, his anger fading somewhat in the wake of the brutal truth, though it continued to simmer behind his eyes. "Now is not the time for blindly lashing out. We're regrouping. M... some of us died tonight, Damon. We need time to recover."

He sighed, lowering his eyes, and for a brief moment his internal pain was painted clearly on his face. Then his expression hardened again and he looked back up. "There will be revenge. Mark my words, we will have blood for this. But right now our survival relies on us pulling together, not losing ourselves to anger."
 
as written by Sentry

It was at this time that Ulrich pulled up to the medical center with Raquette and Sophia. When he happened upon the group, a wash of guilt swept across his face.

"What's going on?" he rasped. He looked about them. Everyone, grim or angry or both.
 
as written by LuLu6214

Damon hung his head and walked to the nearest wall before sliding to a seated position in the floor, he was in shock and the news was more than he could bear or was prepared for. He watched Ulrich walk in with Raquette and Sophia and just shook his head, he couldn't say anything all he could do was simmer in his anger.
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette gently, but firmly, led Sophia a few paces behind Ulrich. She glanced across all the faces curiously, searchingly, but did not find the person she hoped to speak to first--Bastien. She squeezed Sophia's hand softly and gravitated a little towards Snow as she pulled out her phone. The tension was thick in the air.

"We borrowed some clothes," the electronic voice chirped as she gestured to the borrowed garments she and Sophia wore. It was all she could think to say.
 
as written by Script

Snow looked across at Ulrich and Raquette as Damon moved aside. Another time he might have found kinder words for him, softened the blow, but he'd not the patience for it now. He suppressed a growl of frustration at having to explain the situation again.

"The Scions hit Cascatel. We went to retrieve Jesse while the Casino was unguarded, but they were waiting for us on the way out. Baron's in surgery, and we don't know if he'll make it. Others already haven't."

His eyes flicked across to Raquette and Sophia, gaze wavering. He didn't know what Vanessa's condition was, but it had been bad enough she was in the operating room with Baron. Then something clicked in his head. "Wait, why were you at my place? Weren't you at Nieve's? What happened?"
 
as written by Tiko

Sophia rubbed at her eyes with one hand, while Raquette held the other. She was tired, upset, hungry, and scared, and it was more than apparent.

"Where's my dad?" she asked.

It had taken the promise of going to see her father to get her out from under Snow's couch in the first place.
 
as written by Sokka

The door to the medical center opened and Renard and Jean-Pierre stumbled in, Renard nodded to the others in greeting. He made his way to lean against a wall and collected himself for a moment, before taking a breath and finally looking up at the others. "Has anyone heard from Marc or Carlisle?" He finally asked as he noticed neither of them were not there.
 
as written by Tiko

Julienne's phone rang, but when she flipped it open it was Bastien's name displayed on the caller ID. She put it to her ear, listening a moment before speaking.

"How bad?" she asked into the phone as she ran a hand through her hair. She was silent a moment before speaking again. "I'll let them know," she said huskily before she hung up.

"Someone go tell Ragenard that Brendan's on his way here with Desmond, Jacques, and Aimee," she said.

There was a low growl to her voice that spoke of there being more that she hadn't shared.
 
as written by RoxyRose

Noel exited a dank building that one might assume was abandoned, due to it's dark exterior and boarded windows. Abandoned was the only thing that building wasn't. It was obvious to any who saw that Noel was up to no good, fortunately for the young wolf, no one would see.

Cutting the corner, he stepped out beneath a lamp post, and looked due north to locate his motorcycle. What little savings he had, and small jobs Baron had offered, allowed the boy to purchase himself a set of wheels. Of course, his sister placed a bet immediately that the bike would meet the pavement before it turned 1,000 miles. As Noel lifted his leg over, flicked the switch, and kicked the bike to life, he was proud to see the numbers read: 1,025. 'I wonder who she owes money to, I should collect.' He thought.

As Noel situated his mirrors, he felt his phone vibrate in the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. 'Bas' read across the screen of his flip phone. Noel wasn't one to fix things that weren't broken, and this phone had made it through some shit with the boy. "Sup B?" He spoke. Mere seconds passed before he was listening to silence. Bastian had informed him that the Scions had attacked, and he was to report to the med center immediately. Glancing at his watch as he placed his phone back into it's pocket, he sighed. Checking his gas gage, he decided to test the machine's limits. He had a half tank, more than enough to cross the forty mile distance between himself and his new destination.

________

Swerving into the parking space, Noel turned the motorcycle off, and placed the stand down with his boot. He ran a hand through his windblown hair, and heavy footed, entered the building.

Not sure how to greet his pack mates, as Noel had been entirely out of touch the past few weeks, maybe months, he shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat, "What's up guys? Bastian called, said something about Scions?" He looked directly to Julienne, not feeling anymore closer to her than he would a complete stranger.
 
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