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The SPARTAN passed by, carrying a marine easily. Traiuson and Jesse followed, carrying Robertson and Arman respectively. "Dammit, boss lady..." Jesse said as they helped to load the wounded onto a Pelican, then looked over to Robertson. "I'll blast someone into next week for ya." He said. Traiuson had treated them with biofoam, sealing most of them up and bandaging the rest. They were okay until they got back to the King Raven. Traiuson rolled his eyes, drawing his M7 once more as he looked over to Cameron. "CPO Cameron, sir. Lance Corporal Traiuson, field medic." He saluted. "My Squad Leader's on that Pelican... So I'm awaiting orders." It was true; most if not all the wounded were already being loaded up.