[RAID] Attack on Rocket

[BlackFireKitsune]

Sera, having by now recovered from her own shock, stood a little shakily and started plucking bits of glass from her left arm with her right hand. Her right arm, unfortunately, would have to stay littered with small shards until she could have someone else take them out.

The glass became the lowest priority when she heard Rosie's voice, calling out to Luke, and she inhaled sharply as she jerked her head up. Without realizing it, the brunette raced over the sands and dropped to her knees beside her friend, her pale green eyes widening as she saw the wounds - or some of them - that Dith was in the process of wrapping. "What happened?" She echoed, still unsure of what exactly had hit them. Something had exploded, probably... The cars? How? Well, the how didn't matter so much at the moment. The only thing that did matter, to her at least, was that Luke had been injured and Rosie might've been injured - except she couldn't tear her gaze away from her redheaded friend.  

[Suudonym]

Petra shook her head in automatic disagreement, "She'll be fine." She hesitated to act, though. Pressure on shrapnel wounds? That sounded kind of risky, but so long as it wasn't near vital organs, it was probably fine… Preventing shock was likely the most important consideration, and the League official abandoned her unsureness and worked to stop the bleeding.  

[insidiousEnigma]

Andre winced, but remained silent, as Vince slowly but steadily pulled the shrapnel from his thigh. "You're doing so well." He murmured encouragingly, noticing that the man was slowly paling. Once all of the pieces were removed he let out a relieved sigh and turned to smile at the dark haired male. "Thank you..." His eyebrow slowly rose to his hairline as Vince promptly passed out from the sight of blood. "Well...s**t." He muttered, running a hand through his hair in agitation. So much for Vince helping him out of here. He'd worry about that in a minute though. His fingers slightly shaking, he tightened the the straps on his holster to choke the wound before pressing firmly on the wound. "I need help over here!" He shouted, hoping someone would hear him. He was loathe to call for help but with Vince out cold and his leg weak he knew that he couldn't make it anywhere by himself. Grunting, he pulled a scrap of fabric from one of his pockets to wrap around the wound to try and staunch the bleeding.  

[TawnyAngel]

[Rosie, Sera. Yuri, Petra]

Dith glanced at Rosie. "He'll be okay." Right? "We just... do this now." Shaking his head and wiping his face Dith taped a dressing over one stacked up wound after another. When Sera arrived he looked up for a moment, the left half of his face dazed and the right - well - mainly blood. "Cars...." Word. English word. "Boom." Close enough. He got on with treating Luke.

Once he'd done everything he could with Rosie's help he shifted the young man onto his side in the recovery position. "Rosie. Sera. Watch his breathing and if blood comes through the dressings, second one over the top. If it comes through that, new dressing. Alright? Here." With these mildly disjointed instructions ripped his first aid box in half and left them with dressings and tape.

Pulling off and dropping his sullied gloves he staggered upright again and moved on to Dove, dropping back to his knees beside her. "She alive?" he asked Yuri dazedly, but soon confirmed it himself. "Okay. Over just cuts, pressure. Where things are stuck in her build up padding and tape a dressing over okay? Those won't bleed much right away." Petra was here, she was supposed to know what was going on. Dith looked over at her, wiping blood away from the wrecked side of his face again with his sleeve. "Help is coming?" He really hoped so. Shock would set in for Luke and Dove soon, and he was very well aware now that he wasn't exactly fully focused. What if he missed something and somebody died because of it?  

[Tori Honoo]

Sparky, at Petra's comment growled lowly in his throat. Was this human stupid? Once glance at the girl and anyone would realize that the injuries were severe.

Dith's arrival, however, drew his attention from the woman that he sincerely hoped had just been attempting to comfort the Lowell man, and he paced backward, watching as the man helped his charge.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

With Petra heading towards Dove, who looked to be the most injured, and Luke taken care of, Alder instead headed towards Andre, who called for assistance. Despite being unsurprised by the sight of blood, it was still very upsetting. Pushing the thought aside, the champion knelt down by the purple-haired man, his expression one of concern, especially given his lack of medical knowledge. "How can I help?"  

[BlackPidgeot]

"Yeah," Yuri said to Petra, though he didn't sound entirely convinced, but glad that she was trying to help at least. But really, neither of them were well suited for this, obviously.

When Dith finally arrived though, he looked up and responded to his question. "Yeah." She was certainly alive, and hopefully she would stay that way.

At his instructions, he also nodded. "All right." Thus, Yuri continued to put pressure on Dove's cuts with his blood soaked clothes.  

[insidiousEnigma]

"The worst of my injuries is my leg." He informed the League member, motioning absently to said injury. "I haven't tried standing or walking but I know that I will require help with Vince." He jerked his head to where said man was passed out. "Apparently he's a bit squeamish." Andre couldn't help but snicker. He always found the faults of others a bit funny.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

"That I can help with," the champion replied in more positive tones as he pulled a ball from his set, releasing a Druddigon nearby. "If you could please help carry this young man," the redhead gestured at Vince as he spoke to his pokemon, though he didn't even need to finish before the pokemon rumbled happily as it moved to comply, reaching its long arms down to pick up the unconscious young man as carefully as he could so that it could carry him wherever needed. "Thank you, Druddigon." That done, Alder shifted his focus back to Andre, "How severe is the injury to your leg, do you think?" He really didn't have much experience with anything medical. Pokemon? Obviously yes. Diplomacy? Yes. Medicine and injuries? Not so much.  

[Blood_Goddess]

[Sera]

Rosie looked up sharply when Sera joined them, her expression creased in worry.
"Something hit him, I don't-" she glanced around, placing a hand on one of his shoulders as Dith placed him on his side, she looked up at the large man as he gave her instructions, nodding to show she understood "O okay, thank you so much Dith"
He left to go check on the others, hearing from the yells that there were others down, hoping so badly that no one was dead.

Casting her gaze around, what would it have been? Something to cause this much damage?
"It happened so fast he just-"
Her eyes caught something, surely that couldn't be it, it looked like a mangled door from the van. it couldn't have been that, it had to be something smaller.
But there was no mistaking the blood on the jagged edges. Luke's blood, and suddenly the realization that those were the scraps of metal that cut into him like this, that WOULD have hit her! That would have KILLED her!
She couldn't contain whatever grief wavered from her chest, and it came out in a horrified gasp that shook from her throat.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Dith's and Rosie's words didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, apart from the obvious 'cars' 'boom' and 'something hit him.' Something had hit Isabella, too, but not anything as bad as this. The blonde's sudden gasp almost startled her, and instinctively Sera reached her hand up to her best friend's shoulder, completely unsure of what to do. This was the second time she'd been in a situation like this, although this time she actually had a semi-solid grasp on reality because she hadn't been shot. "He'll be okay," she said reflexively, hardly even realizing she said it until the words had finished leaving her mouth. It was true, though - it had to be true, and there was no way it couldn't be true. Maybe saying it would make it true. "...he'll be fine. He's gonna be fine, Rosie, don't worry."  

[Tymiko]

((*delayed reaction for the win~*))

When the Hyper Beam hit its intended victim, Fathom was down and out for the count. Distance immediately stopped what she was doing and ran to her father's side, calling to him urgently. He wouldn't move or respond to her cries and Tymiko frowned, heading over to inspect the damage.

Eventually, she chose to call him back into his ball despite him being the strongest pokemon she had at the moment. Distance looked to her trainer with concern, wondering if it had been wise to come with the other, more experienced and older trainers in the first place, when two huge explosions sounded behind them.

For a minute, the girl couldn't hear much. The worst pain she felt was the graze on her cheek, but she knew there had to be more damage than that because the arm she'd instinctively put up to shield both her pokemon and herself was bleeding. She blinked at it, trying to comprehend what happened as her hearing slowly, little by little began to return, as if she'd been far away. Then she looked up and around at her fellow trainers and understanding began to dawn on her.  

[insidiousEnigma]

He winced as he bent his leg, testing the muscles to be sure nothing serious had happened. His Rectus Femoris and Sartorius muscle twinged painfully, causing Andre to frown. "There's likely still shrapnel still embedded in my leg. It'll have to be surgically removed." He grunted, the hand that wasn't applying pressure to his wound clenching in the sand beneath him. "I should be able to stand but I doubt I'll be able to walk by myself." He didn't have time to deal with this s**t. He had things that he needed to get done and Zacharie was still out there!  

[Blood_Goddess]

Rosie nodded with her head bowed at Sera's words, taking a few moments with her head bowed and breath shaky before looking up at Sera with wet eyes, giving her friend a sad smile, and nodding again.
"I know, Dith said he would. its just... that hit him-" she said glancing to the door again. "its so big."

She looked back down at Luke, his unconscious face, lolling helplessly against the side from where they were keeping him on his side.
letting out another shaky gasp Rosie curled forward, placing her forehead lightly onto his head, a shaking hand running through his hair as tears tell into the red strands.
"I know you'll be okay."  

[Suudonym]

Petra nodded to Dith, her brow furrowed and her expression tense, "Yes, sir. I asked for a chopper."

As the trainers tended to their wounded, said chopper would eventually approach from the distant skies, its distinctive sound cutting through the quiet noise of the wind. A din of sirens would follow shortly after, though the helicopter would appear long before the source. The aircraft perched on the desert sands a short ways off from the assembly of trainers and Rockets - the latter now detained by the present police officers. (It was not without protest that Titan lowered his head and spat his prize unceremoniously into the sand where he was immediately restrained.) Emergency responders disembarked from their transport, some fanning out to attend to the injured and some hanging back to unload stretchers. The wailing sirens grew in intensity as the grounded emergency vehicles arrived and their occupants set about addressing the situation.

The critically injured would be lifted to Camphoreon's hospital while those whose lives were not at stake, due to space limitations, would be taken by ambulance. The Rockets, to their great chagrin, were ferried back by police cruisers, the officers taking the time to recall each of the fallen pokemon dotting the landscape. The League representatives set themselves to this task as well, calling back fainted trainer pokemon and those owned by individuals incapable of calling back their pokemon on their own. Once everything was taken care of, the trainers still present would be offered the long, long ride back to Camphoreon in the League's van.

At the very least, they could be assured that they had fulfilled the goal of their mission, placing six Rockets, including one Elite Agent, under arrest - far beyond the accomplishments of any of the other trainer groups scattered across the desert.

((This concludes the September raid! Feel free to continue posting to wrap up your current scenes if so desired, and thank you all for participating! Check out the post-raid debriefing here.))