[A sharp exhale, and that hand would come away bloody, a sticky wetness still clinging to his sleeve. The wound was raw, and he instinctively grit his teeth, taking ahold of his superior's collar to give him a slight jostle.]
Coorie doon! Thaes es nae time tae be oop en ae panic.
Half th' citieh es en chaos. We're under attack....Frem creatures unknown.
[He had to keep his head in this situation—if his own Commander and Chief wasn't sound then someone had to be!]
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Date: 2010-07-15 07:47 am (UTC)Coorie doon! Thaes es nae time tae be oop en ae panic.
Half th' citieh es en chaos. We're under attack....Frem creatures unknown.
[He had to keep his head in this situation—if his own Commander and Chief wasn't sound then someone had to be!]
...Thaer's been ae loot o' structural damage.