Nyx 's still a rather deathly shade of gray under all the bandages, painkillers still surging through her body to supress what would otherwise be unbareable. She looks oddly angelic now though, with her face relaxed into drug bliss, and her dark hair brushed loose about her face and shoulders, pooling against the stark white pillow, and the top of the blue gown visible before the blankets conceal the rest of the wounds so carefully bandaged. She was in the bed next to Mavei, in a private room, though she didn't know that yet, eyes only just beginning to roll beneath closed lids at the noise heard beside her.

Mavei winces and puts a hand to her head, and cracks an eye open, sending her strange gaze towards the bed beside her. "Eh... shit." SHe says, as she lays back down, eyes closing. Suddenly, the raid came back to her in a rush. And it made her shrivel up inside. How had things gone so wrong? Darklord...

Migo darts down the hallway as he heads for the medical bay back at the Hawk's hangout, moving surprisingly quick for a five foot tall rat ... he'd only just heard from some of the others about what had happened. He slows his pace abruptly and looks around, realizing he doesn't yet know where the medical bay is located. He moves a bit slower now, looking for some sign as to what room they are in. As fortune would have it, it is closeby. A furred head with rounded ears slowly peers into the room, looking at the pair of women still bedridden from the earlier conflict.

Nyx 's eyes blink at the continued noise, her mind swimming in a liquid haze, consciousness flotsom to the cresting waves of pain, and the calm warmth of the sedatives, one of those poles had damn near gone right through, she'd lost some of her lung, not to mention the multiple holes in her back and torso now, she was swiss cheese, but well drugged swiis cheese "Urghm...Proph?" A name, not one she consciously thought of, but it still floated past dried lips.

Mavei gets up on her elbows, and the room tilts to the left quite a bit. "Ehh..." Her hand comes up to her bicep, and feels for the small bump she knew would be there. Someone had used a StimPack on her. Likely on Laz' s order. The effects of the drugs were in high swing though, and she found her tongue seemed to have grown considerably.

Migo slowly opens the door, stepping inside in a respectful silence for the wounded - well, as silent as his long footed combat boots allow. Beady black eyes blink as they survey the two, looking from one to the other. "Madre de dios ... what happened to you two?" he asks quietly, mouth hanging open in a little 'o' of shock, ears forward.

Mavei groans and lays back as Migo's voice bounces around her head. "Heh... shit hit the fan cheesboy." An understatement, to be sure.

Nyx 's hooked to two drips, one pumping in fluids, the other the painkiller, something out of a frankenstein movie what with the nasal oxygen tube over her face and the wires that monitored heart, pulse, BP and oxygenation. She'd taken a heavy set of hits, the medics still not sure how she'd made it this far. Her face is set into a grim line as her eyes open again, her voice long ago and far away "Proph? Did the Cartel get me..." Lips licked with an equally dry tounge, the woman was out of it.

Mavei is reminded of that obscure branch of Murphy's Law, where while shit may hit the fan, it never gets distributed evenly...

Migo can't help but chuckle a bit at Mavei's downplay of the events, a chuckle that is quickly stifled by the graveness of what had happened. Truth be told, he'd heard a little of what had happened from one of the others, but not nearly the whole story. "Yeah, so I heard." He moves a little closer to Mavei to get a better idea of her injuries. After checking her out, he would move on to inspect the other woman, knowledgable black eyes peeking out from a furred face and handsome whiskers.

Migo doesn't seem to pay heed to Nyx's speech, not understanding her. 'Must be talking to Mav,' he thinks.

[Mavei] "Ugh... We hit a slave sale.. things were actually going good, until Darklord's posse showed up.. things went.. badly." To say the least. THe VERY least. "ugh.. Lazarus is going to kill me... "

Nyx blinks her eyes open again at the new noise, Migo meeting a startling turquoise gaze, glazed from the medication "You're not Proph...Who...Huh?" Yeah, she was seeing rats that walked on two legs, it was the drugs, her eyes pressed tight against them.

Migo examines the medical chart hanging from Nyx's bed, grimacing and letting out a sharp breath, shaking his head. His brow furrows at the new information given by Mavei, and he shoots her a perplexed look. "Darklord? Hey, doesn't he work for us?"

Mavei turns towards Nyx. "Man..." She felt the full force of guilt at what had happened to the other woman. "Jesu... Nyx... I'm so sorry..." Laying back, her arm comes up over her face. "Aye... he did... I fired him before I passed out. How's Nyx? What's her status?" Voice is low, her tone pleading for some good news.

Nyx 's waking by degrees, all the noise in the room pulling at her mind, making it focus through the delicious haze that she'd missed for so long "She's fine.." Her lips licked to let her say it, voice weak, her breathing still a little challenged. "Not your fault, Mav..." She's finally placing voiced, even if her eyes are still shut, and she's only moving to yank at her drips "Gotta get this out.."

[Mavei] "I shoulda known better. I shoulda waited for Lazarus.. jesu... what a mess I've made of things..." She mutters, more to herself then to the other two Hawks.

Migo suddenly seems awkward as the other woman seems to have noticed him, her reaction not surprising him in the least, but not really making him feel too good either. At the mention of Darklord getting the boot, his eyes go wide. But Mavei had asked about something more important. He quickly reads off the medical chart. "Four bullet wounds to the rear ... three of them bearing symptoms of severe frostbite around the point of entry. Shrapnel wounds in three places ... badly damaged lung, has been resectioned." The clipboard falls to his side as he finishes.

Migo spies Nyx pulling at her IV, and reaches out a hand to try and stop her. "Hey, hey! That looks kinda important," he tells her semi-forcefully.

Nyx smacks her lips again, her throat feeling like sandpaper, her hand though stills as soon as Migo tries to stop her, she hasn't the strength of a half-drowned kitten right now "No drugs..." It was more a plea, she took the order well enough. Her eyes open again, blinking slowly against the light "We nailed the bastards though, Mav..." And they had, it'd been beautiful.

Mavei slumps back on her pillows, letting her arm drop heavily over the side of the bed. "Heh... first timein the base... and it's in the medbay... how typical is that eh?" She nods to Migo. "He's right... you're pretty banged up Nyx."

Migo lets out a stern and low grumble of protest. "I'm no doc, but from what I see on that chart there, I think you'll be wantin' this in." He lays Nyx's hand and arm carefully back at her side on the bed and steps away, looking back to Mavei, chuckling once more. "Heh ... yeah. Talk about a bad omen, huh? So you guys did a slave sale? And without me? Geez, now I'm really down."

Mavei shrugs. "I had Sam, Nyx, Robert, John, and Medivh there... I thought things would be okay... " She shrugs, but it is far from lightly. A hand rakes through her hair, sending her leaning to one side. "Eh... woo... Drugs are good in this place. "

Nyx 's pretty spaced out herself, the little track lines on her arms showing as Migo moves her, they're old scars, little silvered flecks on her pale skin, but still there, even after the years down the road, it wasn't something you stopped being, and the drugs pumped into her now flowed like nectar after a drought, the woman rolling her neck a little to dive into the sensation of warmth and safety, away from memory and pain "Does hurt..." D'uh, no brainer..she was screwed up enough to be out of action for a while, well it looked that way anyway "So...What hit me? A truck..."

Migo takes note of the silvery speckled lines along her arm, not really making sense of them just yet. He uncertainly finds himself a chair ... thankfully one with an open back for his tail. He isn't sure whether to stick around, but feels like he should, just for politeness's sake. Besides, where else is he going to go? Migo's large ears pick up more names that he hasn't heard of yet, filing them away. "Yeesh, you guys got a big crew here, sounds like. That's a lot 'a introductions to make." Migo lets out a sigh that indicates he's not really looking forward to such.

[Mavei] "Someone came in and just started balsting at ye Nyx... I'm sorry. ANd then Robert nad his fucking grenades.... I mean... ugh.. I'm not even going to go there. Anyways.. I'll find out who it was that shot you Nyx." She had grown to like the other woman in their short ocnversation, and the Assasin's skills in the battle were unquestionable. She deserved retribution, at the very least.

Nyx 's more conscious, Mavei's voice the anchor point for her mind right now "I got shot before the grenade..in the shoulder.." The shoulder heavily padded now, she'd be lucky if there wasn't nerve damage "After that...it all goes pretty screwy then blank...The slavers were falling like butter to my blades though, remember that.." It was how it was supposed to have been, the bad falling way to the good. "When I'm on m'feet..We'll deal..Y'gimme a few days and I'll be the Ace, again.."

Migo catches the other woman's name, locking it into his mind like a steel trap. "Nyx, is it? Nice meetin' ya. They call me Migo, by the way." He grins politely at the other woman. One introduction down, plenty more to go ... "And what's this about Robert misusing grenades, huh?" Migo asks Mavei, offended. "That's criminal enough for me to teach him a lesson personally." He then blinks, looking back to Nyx, black eyes wide. "Grenade? In the shoulder? Caramba, he didn't ... Robert hit you? With his own grenade?"

Mavei grunts in approval of Migo's words about crimes and whatnot. "I'll leave him to Lazarus. And so will everyone else. I'm sure Laz'll have fun with that bit of dirty laundry, eh?" She grins a crooked grin to the two, and chuckles softly. "What was that pet name Laz gave RD? Cannon FOdder?"

Nyx 's chart actually just say 'Nyx' no surname, no nothing. Just the three letters she seems to go by "Pleasure to meet you, Mr.Migo." Still polite, even now, would you believe it, the heartless killer with manners to impress a Nun "I'd offer to shake your hand, if I could.." But they were both full of needles right now "If I knew who'da hit me..I'd have taken them down...I got hit in the back...only saw the floor the first time...his grenade was what got me kebabed though.."

Migo snickers nasally. "Cannon fodder, eh? Man, and I thought Dorklard was pretty amusing. Heh. Alright, the dude's ass is Laz's to boot, I won't touch."

[Mavei] "Someone woulda saw something." SHe says through gritted teeth. "Dinnae worry hun.. I'll find out who it is. Would ye like em alive? Or dead?"

Mavei lays back. Her player hasta afk. -.-;

Migo snarls and looks away, muttering bitterly under his breath. "Dirty flatfoot, can't even handle a simple grenade right ... ya did the right thing givin' 'im the boot, Mav. I don't wanna fight alongside somebody who's a danger to himself or his colleagues." He then turns back to Nyx, trying to show some measure of calm. "So you one of us, then? I guess I'll be seein' ya around the base here, if that's the case. Laz put me in charge of learnin' ta fly his Huey, with some lab work on the side."

Nyx manages to shake her head, though she's too drugged to really get much of an emotion on her face, no matter how angry she was about the friendly fire, it was too soon and she was too sore to have it show "Not a people person, Mr Migo, I'll take the jobs I'm given..but I live life with just me...Even if I get my wings with you guys, I won' be hanging around ya...." It wasn't an insult, the woman was just, insular, she was an assassin, and well she didn't like mixing, not anymore, simple.

Migo nodded simply. "Hey, no problem. I'm not much of a social kinda guy myself, know what I mean? But let's face it ... if you wanna get by in the merc biz, ya gotta have connections. Plain as that." Migo just shrugs, leaning back in his chair casually and placing his hands behind his head. "So what's your specialty, anyway? Guns? Tech? Stealth?" He eyes her curiously, trying to pin her skills down just by looking at her ... but finds it rather difficult to get an accurate picture from the blue hospital gown, IV, painkillers, and respirator.

Mavei , apparently, has a basement fulla people, and only *just* realized this.. she's outti fer now. Sorreh guys -.-;

[Mavei] "Assasin." Mav grins weakly, and lays back, letting the drugs take her into that blissful uneventful sleep."

Nyx is loathe to disturb her sleeping boss, her voice lower, even if it was thick with sleep, drugs and pain herself "Blades, wet work..." Messy in otherwords, up close and very personal. Surely Migo had heard of the gift she'd sent Laz to advertise her skills, seven severed slaver heads in pretty boxes, heach decapitated with a single blade sweep, each with a slave collar in his mouth.

Migo spies Mav tucking in, and scoots his chair a bit closer to continue his conversation at a lower volume. Unfortunately, Migo hasn't been in contact with Laz for some time. It's rather a miracle he even found his way to the hideout today. "Ahhh, gotcha. Another up-close-and-personal, like Mav here," Migo comments, nodding. "Me? I tend to approach things from a good safe distance. You know," he says, ticking off on his fingers, "like from rooftops, or behind dumpsters, or up in trees ... from moving vehicles, that's even better ..."

Nyx has those scarily blue eyes focused on the rat-man now, still not seeing much from the ever deepening glaze behind them, her lips pulled into a taut stessed line "Takes all sorts to make the merc world run...Me? I don't use guns..never liked em, any chimp can shoot a gun, Dorklard apparently could...my back proves it."

Migo sits back in his chair, slightly offended. "Huh. Well, good thing firearms ain't my specialty. I'd hate to be labelled as just another grunt in Laz's army." Migo looks away, directing his scowl elsewhere in an attempt to remain diplomatic.

Nyx reaches out to touch to his arm, she's not got the power in her voice or body to do much else to get his attention "Mr Migo...Man, I'm just talking about my opinion...i could never hit the side of a barn with em, not even if I was in the barn. Me and my blades always worked together..If you weren't good, weren't the best you wouldn't be with Laz, right?"

Migo gets the back of his arm brushed lightly by a hand ... the fur there is tan colored and soft, well groomed, though it does smell slightly of grease from the garage where he'd come from earlier. He seems to calm down a bit, relaxing once again. "The best? I dunno about that ... Laz never mentioned it, and I don't remember seeing it in the contract or anything ..." He just shrugs. "We'll just have to wait and see, I guess. Maybe I can keep up with you all, and maybe I can't. And hey, if your blades and you make a good team, then more power to ya," he says, offering her a grin. Feeling that was probably a good time to take his leave, he stands, giving the woman's bedside an encouraging pat or two. "With any luck, I'll be seeing you and your pointy friends hard at work in no time, eh?"

Nyx smiles wanely, she really was nearly out of it again, and it was doubtful she'd remember him, or any of the night, a litlte click as the drugs kicked a fresh dose into her veins "Tell Prophet and Outcast they can come see me....Okay?" There was neither name known here, her mind was floating off into the pastey grey hair of drugged bliss, pupils rolling under closing eyelids. Only the steady beep pf the monitor to mark her alive, cause she really did lok dead still

Migo nods, feeling pity for the poor woman. At least she was in good care, it seemed. Migo had certainly had times where he wished he'd been able to recieve medical treatment for his injuries ... the problem was whether to go to a hospital or a veterinary clinic. Didn't matter, really. Neither accepted him. "Will do, senora. Get some rest, huh?" he says, still grinning, picking up the chair as he moves quietly to leave, setting it back in place. As he passes Mavei's bed, he leans his long nose out in her direction and whispers, "Night, Mav." A couple more footsteps and the door swung open. Migo left as quietly as he came.