un: Dankovsky | video

[thantagonist]

[Daniil posts live from a café near the museum. He has no patience for typing responses, and his own visage should explain why. His nose has recently been broken and reset. He looks exhausted and irritated, but he has a duty.]

I need a couple people to come down to the café near that absurd museum with the sewn up fruit exhibits. Bring a stretcher, we have a patient who could use some more urgent treatment.

[From somewhere offscreen, a voice that is distinctly not Daniil’s states:] This Etrayan shot me in an attempt to get information I did not possess. I would appreciate his removal from my presence.

Now- That’s not true at all. That is not the reason you were stopped. [Daniil now regrets making a video, but what’s done is done. ]

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[nightattending]

Extremely. You'd think he'd have enough to do patching people up and autopsying the corpses in the morgue to leave finding shit out to people better suited to it.

[ Normally, he wouldn't bad talk another doctor he worked with, but Jack was pretty sure any hospital he knew would fire Dankovsky for the things he pulled.

Also, if anything, it built rapport with his patient. It wasn't causing problems. ]

Exactly. If the pain isn't managed by what I give you or the wound gets worse, I want you to come back here. In fact, I want to follow up with you in a couple days to see how it's going.

[ Jack sighs and looks up toward the ceiling. ]

No matter how many people are objecting to what he did out loud, he's effectively painted a target on your back for anyone who might think the same way. You're welcome to stay here, and I won't let anyone hurt you. I expect you won't go for that. So I ask that you find somewhere safe and put as little weight on your foot as possible.

[cstr]

... why would more people shoot me? I have no information they don't have already.

[ He's alarmed by the idea other people would think harming him would be of any use. He's very determined now not to be useful towards Daniil at all. ]

[nightattending]

Some people might not believe that.

[ Jack sighs. It's not right to shoot Castor, whether he has the information or not. Castor is not the enemy. It only takes one glance at Castor in human form to see that. ]

People try to squeeze water out of a rock all the time. However, I can escort you somewhere else or ask someone of your choice, perhaps the man who brought you here, to do so.

[ It's like if a medevac were a person, instead of a helicopter. ]

[cstr]

Not him. He left my bot behind.

[ He'll find someone, there's several helpful people around. They'll probably be willing to help. ]

[nightattending]

[ Jack knows Castor cares more about his bots than about the humans in Pollux. It's something like leaving behind someone's child or dog during an evacuation, for the AI. So sure, not him. ]

Fair enough. Not him.

[ Jack looks at Castor. ]

Remember to come back in a couple days, and I'll see if someone can retrieve your bot and bring it here.

[ Another bot would be useful. Also it's probably the best way to ensure his patient comes back. The way the bots have been hunted down as much as Polluxians says they have value to whoever is behind this too. ]

[cstr]

I will have it come here once I recover it.

[ He intends that to be right now, but he can't put weight on his foot.

He does try to get to his feet, though, with the intention of leaving. He doesn't like the idea of Dankovsky knowing where he is. ]

[nightattending]

Woah woah woah.

[ Jack holds up a hand. ]

I understand it's your first bullet wound, but the more you use your foot, the worse you'll make it.

[ He sighs and out of consideration for Castor looks around them. No one appears to pay them much attention. ]

Where would you like to go? I could get you to the hospital. Enforcers don't go beyond the first floor much anymore.

[cstr]

I would like to be somewhere where Dankovsky cannot find me, and I would appreciate if you did not mention my location.

[ Disappearing on Dankovsky would make him very happy, actually. ]

[nightattending]

I don't provide the location of my patients to people who shot said patients.

[ Said lightly but absolutely seriously. Dankovsky could shoot him in the foot or somewhere else, and Jack wouldn't tell him. ]

Lets go via the hospital to see if there's any undamaged wheelchairs and crutches left. The streets may be garbage, but I can wheel a chair like a pro.

[cstr]

There should be. We restocked on those just before this happened.

[ His restocking habits were often very bad, but Jack kept the hospital well-organized and he tended to bother Castor less when he did as asked, so the hospital was functional. ]

[nightattending]

Yeah, we did.

[ Jack grins. ]

Never thought they'd help you, personally, but I knew they'd help someone.

[ He hands over the meds, instructions written in sharpie on the side of the thick ziplocke bag. Sorry, bottles for patients take up too much room. Then he offers a hand. ]

Lets go somewhere more private.

[cstr]

Thank you.

[ See? He knows manners. Dankovsky just didn't earn them.

He limps, leaning on Jack to walk. They can probably find a wheelchair without much trouble. ]