[Dark-F137]

The medic had finished sealing Arman's wounds with Biofoam. "Wish I could do more..." He said as he rushed away, his handgun at the ready, trying to stay unnoticed as he went over to treat Robertson. He jammed his foot into the floor sideways, sliding to a stop before he kneeled down, acknowledging the ODST. "Lance Corporal Traiuson. Field medic." He identified, lookimg down at Robertson. "Lucky bastard. This is my last canister." He said as he unclipped another canister of biofoam from his belt. Jesse clipped his rifle to his back as he ran down the corridor, smashing his shoulder into a Trust Marine's chest. Jesse grabbed the Marine by the arms, bringing his head forward forcefully, headbutting him. The Marine recoiled, leaving Jesse to raise his leg and thrust it forward into his enemy's solar plexus, sending the Marine flying back a solid yard before landing hard on his back. "Fuck off." He said as he stole his enemy's shotgun, beating him once more on the head with the stock for good measure. "Down and out." Dark was running back toward the Hanger, not to assist Nighthawk, but to confront the Risk Takers. "Damned fools..." He said as reloaded his rifle.