#frontierlegends

Jin was by no means unaware of the things that went on in the base, or what her friends did when they were away. She didn't like it, but she understood why they felt they had to fight. Her personal discomfort was just that, personal, and not brought up outside of the occasional debate. It would do no good, not while their enemies existed.

Because they knew she disliked it, and because she was a noncombatant, her friends usually made sure she stayed out of the hanger when they returned, especially when BT needed to be cleaned after a particularly bloody battle. It was never a pretty sight, they said, even if you were used to war. Jin believed them, and kept away even as she progressed in her training in the medical wing. Fixing injuries somehow made the blood easier to handle.

So much easier that the warnings slipped her mind, when she heard they'd returned. It had been a long mission, and those were always worrying, so she just wanted to check on them. She simply forgot, until she saw BT.

He was unhurt, all in one piece, but Cooper had a hose turned on him, and the blood was coming off of his massive form in rivers. Even from his joints, Jin noted as she stared. It must be hard for him to move with so much--