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Log Level C75b
Sazoped V
Chuora City Forest at 0600 hrs
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I don’t remember anything. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know who I am. I think I’m on a ship, trapped under some debris. There was a crash, maybe. Half of my vision is...well, I can’t explain it. Broken. I think I’ve fractured ribs, and I can’t move one of my arms. I..I don’t know where I am. I have to find safety.
Log finish.
*
For five minutes, Soonyoung doesn’t move. He’s trapped under a huge piece of scrap metal, and he manages to shift it just enough with the arm that still works. He notes that it’s bionic and strong, which makes a lot of sense as to why he could move that so easily.
He quickly takes note of his surroundings. It’s gruesome, there’s bodies in almost every direction he turns and it’s hard to look away. He searches his mind for anything, any memories that might help him figure all this out, but there’s nothing. He has nothing, he knows nothing. But he doesn’t dwell on it, he can’t, he has to go somewhere because he can at least tell that this area isn’t safe.
He thinks he’s in the remains of the ship’s bridge, if the sparking control panels are anything to go on. Stumbling over to one, he finds the navigation system. It only takes a few button click before up flashes a holoscreen of his location -- Chuora City, more specifically the forest just outside of it. The stuttering voice on the screen tells him that it’s a 7 mile trek into town, 8 miles if he’s looking for the nearest emergency facilities. Before he can find out anything else, the panel sparks wildly, and the holoscreen disappears. He heaves a frustrated sigh and slams his fist down on the controls, but pulls himself together shortly after so that he can prepare himself for this trip.
He looks around for anything he might be able to take with him, and at his feet, finds some metal bottles (likely filled or half filled with water), a couple food rations, and a small bag to put them in. Ignoring the pain in his chest, he kneels down to package the items and, as an afterthought, the logbook he spoke into when he first regained consciousness.
He winces standing back up, not entirely straight. It hurts to breathe, even if his senses are slowly getting more and more numb. He can’t dawdle here any longer, he thinks, and then he’s walking, as fast and as far as his legs will take him.
= = =
Despite being the best mechanic in the universe, Wonwoo’s life couldn’t be less exciting. He gets maybe one or two big jobs every 5 months, and other than that he’s stuck in a small corner of a run down neighborhood in Chuora City, spending his days cleaning his shop and fixing childrens’ starblast cars.
He falls asleep at the counter a lot because business is so slow, and that’s exactly what he’s doing now, sleeping and dreaming of a life better than this (specifically a vacation to Yunos VII, a planet with serene beaches and big cats). He’s only out for about ten minutes before he hears a loud knock on the entrance door with the bell tinkling shortly after. There’s a few thuds and the deep creak of a wooden chair, and Wonwoo forces himself awake as quickly as possible to greet his customer. He’s met with the sight of a man looking very worse for wear. His clothes are torn and in some places burned, he has one arm hanging very loose and limp at his side with the other holding his chest, he’s sweaty and struggling to breathe, and a part of his face is...cracked?
Must be a cyborg, then, Wonwoo thinks before coming from behind the counter to greet him.
“Hello, sir. What can I do for you today?” He asks, putting on a smile. The man looks at him and the last thing Wonwoo expects is for him to jump at him and grab onto his shirt.
“Please help me,” he says, voice just above a whisper but sounding just as desperate as the way he’s holding the fabric in his hand. “I don’t know what’s going on, I woke up on-on this ship, or something, in the forest, and I can’t see out of one eye, I don’t know who I am, I don’t know if I’m in trouble, I --”
“Okay, okay, sir, calm down. And please don’t rip my shirt, you’re very strong.” Wonwoo breathes out a sigh of relief when the man lets him go, smoothing out his clothes while he watches him settle back into the chair. He looks so broken and lost, Wonwoo’s glad he has the knowledge to fix him or he’d feel terrible about sending him on his way.
“I don’t know where the problem lies just by looking at you,” he starts, cautiously pushing back the hair on the man’s forehead to examine his eye. “But, if you’ll let me, I can have you undergo a brief surgical process and see what I can do from there. Is that alright?”
“I don’t care,” the man replies weakly. “I’ll take anything. Do whatever you want with me.”
Wonwoo’s smile is bittersweet, he wonders what a man who doesn’t know anything about himself feels he has nothing left to lose for.
“Alright. I’ll go get some tools and the clinic set up, and then I’ll be back for you.”
= = =
Soonyoung didn’t know where to go upon entering this Chuora City, just knocked on and let himself into the first public building he came across. The man he just met seems nice enough, though, he trusts him. So much so that he’s willingly letting himself be laid down on a surgical table in his dingy shop.
The man leaves for a while and then comes back, now with gloves and a mask on and repair tools in each hand. He puts them down on the table by Soonyoung’s head and moves to get a small glass bottle and a syringe, filling it with the liquid inside the container.
“What is that?”
The man chuckles. “You didn’t think I’d have you go through surgery wide awake, did you? It’s just a small anesthetic. Something to keep you out for as long as I can figure out what I’m dealing with.”
Soonyoung hums in reply, not having anymore questions to ask. He wants this to be over as soon as possible. When the man’s finally ready, he tilts Soonyoung’s head back and pushes the needle into his neck, and Soonyoung takes it like a champ, but he really thinks he hates needles. And that’s his last thought before the world goes fuzzy and dark.