[ Ratchet drops down at his side and York isn't sure what he's doing, if he's stopping too or going to try and get him back up. They don't have time for either. ]
Ratchet, go--
[ He's cut off by a choked sound of pain, because holy fucking shit that hurts. And Ratchet is showing no sign of getting up... York's not sure if he's upset or grateful but he doesn't want Ratchet to get shot too. And he's the one with the Cetagandan weapons training. ]
I can hack it. Get behind me at least.
[ Then he's shooting, the soldiers coming into range of his stunner, another plasma arc shot exploding over his shoulder, closer to the other three than them. Fuck. He's not willing to glance over his shoulder again, not willing to stop shooting to check on his friends but no one screamed so hopefully that horrible thing missed them. ]
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Ratchet, go--
[ He's cut off by a choked sound of pain, because holy fucking shit that hurts. And Ratchet is showing no sign of getting up... York's not sure if he's upset or grateful but he doesn't want Ratchet to get shot too. And he's the one with the Cetagandan weapons training. ]
I can hack it. Get behind me at least.
[ Then he's shooting, the soldiers coming into range of his stunner, another plasma arc shot exploding over his shoulder, closer to the other three than them. Fuck. He's not willing to glance over his shoulder again, not willing to stop shooting to check on his friends but no one screamed so hopefully that horrible thing missed them. ]