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074 [voice]

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[Dick sounds upset, or angry, but really mostly just a lot like Bruce, actually, mostly because he's panicking but trying to hide it. The fight's over, and he knows the threats were just Flagg trying to throw them off, but he just needs to be sure.]

Check in. Now.

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[You guys aren't getting a video post because too many people knowing what the interior of the Barge looks like doesn't sit well with Dick, but you can probably hear Capa and John being sciencey hackers in the background if you listen really hard. After god knows how long, they've made it to the bridge and are mostly in one piece, although they're pretty battered, exhausted and out of supplies, so they're all pretty ready for this to be over.]

We made it. Flagg's off the bridge, but the systems are a mess. Capa and John are working on it now, but we need the Admiral back. Has anyone found anything yet? [Mumbled:] I'm not even sure how long we've been gone for.

I'd appreciate a sound off on who's alright, too.

[ooc: Everything won't go back to normal until the Admiral is found and reinstalled on the Bridge, so feel free to continue freaking out as usual until that plot wraps up/the mods say everything's back to normal. Anyone who wants to check in with Capa or John specifically can use this post to do it, just remember they're in somewhat close quarters, so your conversation might be overheard.

Anddddd if John and Capa want to spam in, go for it guys. c:]

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[She doesn't sound too good—tired and possibly in pain, but she's clearly trying to put on a brave face.]

Congratulations.

...O'Brien's not with you, is he?

No. He left... a while ago. I don't know how long it's been.

[Awkward pause.] ... He didn't tell you what he was planning, did he.

[Flat:] He said "I'm sorry" and wouldn't answer when I called.

... He went to reboot the Barge. We didn't know he was doing it for sure until he said he was moving forward with it over the network. He thought it would break down the auto defenses in place, it's been...

Una, I'm sorry.

[A heavy silence.]

I was afraid of that.

My item ... it doesn't say that he's—well, who knows if the damn thing is working or not, with everything all sideways and pear-shaped.

[Sound of movement.] Ouch.

If you see him ... see any sign of him, tell him I'm still trapped. And let me know.

I will, I promise. Are you alright?

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Did you open the CES yet?

[Dick heaves what's probably the world's most relieved sigh and tries to pull it together. His voice is still a little choked.] ... No, not yet, kiddo. We're working on it, I promise. Are you okay?

[Pause pause] You sound like crap. [Lol so does he.] What happened?

A lot of stuff. I'll tell you when we get out of here. Are you okay? [Answer the question, dammit. :C]

[He's bad at remembering to answer this. :c] I'm fine. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm wet and I'm freezing, but I'm okay. What's wrong?

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Dick put away his comm again, kneading his forehead before slowly peeling off the mask, wincing slightly as it tugged at his skin. He stowed back in his right gauntlet before rubbing his hands over his eyes, blinking heavily and glancing back over at his companions.

They were all pretty beat to hell, and he was pretty sure Capa had a concussion. Considering it was looking like they'd still be stuck here for at least a few more hours - or something, however time passed here - and it looked like they were safe for the moment, they should probably try to patch themselves up as best as possible until they could get actual medical attention.

"Hey, Capa, let me take a look at that bump on your head."

"Wait," he said softly, waving him away as he fiddled with a control panel. When would he ever get the chance to do this again?! He wasn't going to worry about a bump on the head when there was science to be done! He stared at a screen and then paused as suddenly..he had four hands instead of two. It passed quickly, but it wasn't the first time it had happened.

Maybe it was a good idea.

He tried to memorize where he was in his work and walked over to Dick, brushing his hands on his already bloody shirt. He had been pretty beat up. Bruises and cuts were everywhere on his body, including a very nasty one on his arm that he had already wrapped up after ripping a sleeve off his shirt. But he'd survive, though that didn't seem to be the main concern at the moment.

"It's a concussion, I think," he confessed.

"Probably," he said, mouth quirking in a small, tired smile for a moment, already thinking he should probably try patching up some of his other injuries. And John's too. He was pretty sure he was alright for now, especially since doing anything for his scrapes and bruises would mean taking off most of the uniform, and that would just be weird.

He gently put a gloved hand on Capa's shoulder, starting to guide him over to one of the walls. "Come on, sit down against the wall. How's your vision?"

Capa leaned against the wall and then finally sat down, his eyes closing somewhat. "I can see double sometimes. I don't suppose that's a new superpower." It was his very, very lame attempt at a joke and he only smirked slightly as he looked up to Dick.

"If it is, there's really nothing you can do about it. I think the bleeding stopped a while ago." He reached up, wincing as he ran his fingers through his long hair, stained with blood, to reveal a gash that was no longer bleeding but was a likely cause of the concussion.

"You'd be the first person I've ever heard of with it, so, maybe," he tried to joke, crouching down next to him and reaching into one of the compartments of his gauntlets for a penlight, carefully moving in front of him and shining it in his eyes to check his pupil's reactions to the light.

"I just want to see how bad it is. I have a funny feeling a couple concerned doctors might want to swarm us once we get back topside." Assuming they were still alive. "Feel nauseous at all? Any bad taste in your mouth?"

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