[BlueInTheShell]

"No shit. If he goes down, none of us are gonna be able to lug around a cybernetic Ogrunu, let alone a normal one. If we manage to make to the ship we can get a couple of people to hurl him into the tub, yeah." Hyun grunted, sweat starting to form and pool down her face as she stuck out her tongue and nearly tumbled herself when she stepped on an empty can. Turning back towards Shaldag, Hyun slowed down a little. If anything it was a meant for Shaldag. Probably would keep his fighting spirit up a little if he felt like he was continuing down at the same pace as them. "Fuck, I'm gonna need those healing pools for my back when this is over. Is this what pregnant bitches feel like, carrying around extra weight?" She said, forcing a sneer on her face as she tried to lighten up the mood.

The cold air made Shaldag shiver for a moment, the man's eye locked on the clothing of the remains of Toka, and the behemoth of a cyborg just kept trudging along. It all seemed so surreal. The best part of his miserable existance was gone; and there was nothing he could have done to save her. No there was something he could have done. He could have been there watching her instead of beating in Ashi for Hyun. More and more anger and helplessness gurgled in his wounded abdomen and for the briefest of seconds, a spark of pure, unbridaled hatred cast itself on the blue-haired girl and the Chuzizian. If they weren't so damned weak...

Shaldag erased the thought from his mind, and used the burning in his veins to keep planting feet forward, Hyun oblivious to the spurt of rage that had developed from the large man while she conversed with Ashi. "Dataslate's in my coat. Shit. I wish I actually had the chance to get fully dressed. Starting to get cold, with only this thing on." Hyun grumbled, "Anyways, yeah. Left pocket. Ping them. Send it as an SOS if you need, to try and let them know what's going on. See if one of them can help drag our sorry asses into the ship, if they can spare it."

Shaldag let out a deep, exasperated sigh for a moment, the man stopping once more as a shudden, sharp pain erupted from his body; the man looking down at the trail of intestine that began to peek out a little more from his wound; Shaldag narrowing his eye and using his only arm to shove the bit of viscera back into the cavity - A howl like a wounded animal escaping his throat, and one last tube of liquid near his neck plunging downwards into his neck.