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"Contemtable, Thoughtless....argh!" Groaned Dr. Jukebox as he made his way throow the garage entrance as it was his only means of bringing his slavaged ship parts into the stronhold. He was perterbed by the event that led to Darcetti's supposed death. On some level he was in mourning, but he only showed anger. The mystery shooter was hitching a ride on the floating cargo that hung behind Dr. J, nursing his leg. The inquisitve FAuast hovered near him, observing the red stain in the shooter's pantleg before leveling it's glowing blue eye with the man's face, eventually propmting the shooter to nudge him it away. The cargosuddenly came ot a hault, fallign to the ground as the mystery man seethed from the pain in his leg.

Jute was suddenly taken away from his introvert babbling by STU's reminder that he had brought a guest with him. He turned to see the man, just beginning to stand, favorign one leg. "Sit back down, I'll see you to the medical in a moment."
The man's brow was observable as it fell behind the beleclava. "I think I've had enough of your assistance for right now friend."
Jute gave a sigh. "My apology, but please allow me to escort you to the ward. It is my recommendation as a doctor."
"Huh" The man responded as he sat back down. "Fine,...Doc."
Jute nodded and turned to the nearest camera. " If the captain would be so kind as to bring a stretcher, then that would be all the assistance I need. Faust!!!" Jute shot his head around, hearing a clanking of metal, to see the curious cotraption emptying out one of the tool shelves. Apon being caught by it's owner, it dropped a wrench to punctuate the array of clangs it was making.

Jute gave a solomn shake of his head. " He attempted to confront the masked antagonist. The fight fell out of his favor and it ended with a desperation move that leaves me to beleave that they are both dead. I can't really explain it other then that Darcetti pulled the both of them into some sort of fizzure in the ground that closed shortly after. As for this fellow here." He jestured his head for the unidentifed man sitting on one of the retreived machine who was sitting silently out of earshot, siging away. " I have not spoken to him, so I am unaware of his name, or his reasons. He does seem heavily armed however."

The man turned on his seat to adress the voice that called to him. There was a short bit of hesitation as the man took his assesment of his situation, as well as his recollection of who he was looking at. In his mind, he was cursing, but outside he sighed as he brought the strape to his sniper rifle over his head and posted it up in fornt of him. "There ain't a day I'm not supprise about that miss. " He joked. " I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd take the oppertunnity to get aquanted with someone." He scratched at the collor of his coat and lifted the beleclava off his face revealing a wild head of hair and the beginnings of a beard. "Course, that went south pretty quick."

Jute looked between the two of them, a bit perplexed by the odds of two people meeting this way. The unmasked shooter looked at her, but avoided her eyes. "I don't think we actually met, mis. I've been here and there, likly you saw me during...." He let out a slight laugh. "Well, I don't know what name you came up with for the day the world ended." He said, trying to draw away from the subject of identity.

"Terry. Corpral if you want." he finally repleid without any flurish. He stood up again, mostly to respond to the comment about his leg. He let her words roll around in his head for awhile. Not one of us. It kicked somehting up in the back of his mind that put him in a sour mood. He gestrued his head for the stretcher, wanting to end this dialog as quick as possible. "That for me?"

Terry hoisted hismelf onto the stretcher and layeed back as if it were a motel bed. "You heard her dock. Let's roll." he said in a snarky fashion as he made a tackle handsign towards the nearest door. "Dr. Jukebox gave a shrugg. " Very well. Will you please be sure that Faust doens't cause too much trouble. I am reluctent to bring it into the base proper till I've had the chance to calm it down. It's likly been ecited by all this activity latly." He said, drawing her attention to the floating metal mass of tenticles having a staring contest with the security camera. Jute wheeled Terry away towards the infirmary with a sigh.