John Cabot stormed into the Hospital Ward, New London General
"Where is he?!?", he demanded.
A visibly shaken nurse pointed left down the corridor. "Room 236" Her voice was quiet.
The Mandalore proceeded apace down the hall, then paused at the room to check through the glass first, then entered, his demeanor a bit calmer.
"Dha, who the hell did this?"
His consul had the use of only one eye, since the left side of his face was badly swollen. 2nd degree burns were evident on the same side, all the way down to where his leg.. should be. He turned to face Cabot, and grimaced when he did so.
"Gaians. Nature's Last Hope. That cult we've been intercepting in Bretonia. Plus those Colonials.. helped them. Don't know why. They got the jump on me."
John frowned. "That crew from that Battlestar, what is it called, Galaga?"
"Heh. Galactica, John."
John just looked confused. "What would they have to gain by helping Gaians? Makes no sense."
"Don't know, Mandalore. But they blew my ship to shards."
Dha coughed, then continued. "John, look, can you tell me how my leg is? They won't tell me, and I can't sit up to see. It hurts like hell."
Cabot looked at Dha with a grimace of sympathy. "They haven't told you a thing?"
"No."
"Dha, you ever hear of 'Ghost Pain'?"
Dha just looked confused, so Cabot continued.
"Dha, your leg isn't precisely... there. Know what I mean?"
The consul closed his eyes, then said quietly, "I thought maybe that was it. Just didn't want to believe it. Suppose I'll get a new one cloned, but I've heard it's not the same."
He settled back again. "John, I'm done for the day. Let me sleep before the painkillers run out. They only give me about half of what I should get, I think."
The Mandalore nodded slowly then got to his feet and left. On the way, he paused at the nurse's station for a word with the nurse who was there previously, and her supervisor.
"Look, you guys give him more painkillers, starting right now. He's missing a leg. Acting like it's a flesh wound won't cut it, narcotics-wise. Am I one hundred percent clear?"
He sure was. They both nodded, quickly.
The Mandalore left the building in a manner that gave nobody any illusions about how unwise it would be to be in his way.
Time to rouse the boys, he thought, a bloodthirsty smile starting to show.
Blow MY consuls leg off, eh?
Lots of Gaians and Colonials were going to die. And not gently.
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