Man of Flesh and Cogs (Milton's Awakening)

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VICTORY:

As the two persona users both unleashed the full power of their Ego,the Avatar Of The Forrest could do nothing but bare the bunt of their attack. Once the dust cleared there remained nothing but a fallen carcass, nearly split in two.

"We... We did it..." Morgasimer said, thoroughly out of breath. She gave the clearing a quick once over, sighing in relief when she saw that all her workers had evacuated. In her focus however, she did not notice the light hissing sound coming from her helmet, nor did she notice the thick black smoke leaking out. "Now then! You! I have..." Morgasimer started as she turned to Milton, however... her voice hitched for only a moment as she stumbled slightly."Wh-what?..." It was now that she became acutely aware of the breach in her suit, the dark smoke becoming lighter as more leaked out. "No...Nononono... Damn it! You! I-... I need, need you to..." Morgasimer stumbled towards Milton, doing her best to keep her footing. Soon, however, the smoke would turn white, and she would fall to the ground at his feet.

With Phobetor's final attack blasting the Avatar with twin waves of radiating pink energy, Milton took a knee as his systems scrambled to regulate his core temperature and adjust his mesh armor to normal density. Phobetor faded into Milton's shadow as the two turned to congratulate Morgasimer.
"Thank you incredibly, Morgasimer. I couldn't have done this without y- wait, what's going on? A leak?"

Milton's panic shot through the roof when Morgasimer fell onto the ground, white smoke billowing out of the leak in her helmet. Jumping to action, Milton hefted Morgasimer up to support her on his shoulder, carrying her towards the work aite. In an attempt to stop the leak, Milton pressed his fingers on to the helmet, the mesh surrounding his hand stretching out and rooting onto her helmet, covering the hole with as many layers as would be required to stop the leak. Milton desperately searched the site for a spare suit or any medical supplies.
"Hang on, Morgasimer! I'm looking for a fix for this. Talk to me, please!"

As he approached and hefted Morgasimer onto his shoulder, Milton would become very aware very quickly of the smell emanating from Morgasimer's suit. The smell would be very similar to that of burning tiers mixed with smog. Should he have a weak constitution, the smell would bring him coughing to his knees. Even with his temporary patch working the smell lingered.

His quick search of the sight would return no spare suits, however he would find what looked like a medical kit. Upon opening he would find bandages, a blow torch, a set of sewing needles and cloth, and several vials of a dark brown liquid with a single syringe.

"Base....of neck..." Morgasimer would stammer as she did her best to tilt her head to the side.

While Milton heaved a heavy cough from the foul smog, his footing remained strong as he sat Morgasimer down beside the medical kit. He helped move Morgasimer's head to look at the back of her neck and stabbed the syringe into the dark brown liquid, drawing a good-sized load into the syringe. Considering it was in the medical kit, it was likely a stabilizing agent.
"This brown stuff, right? Alright, I've got a shot ready."

Examining the back of her neck, Milton would inject her with the serum as soon as she confirmed that it was the correct option.

"Yes... Immune... booster..."Morgasimer's words would become more labored and weaker with each breath.Through the steel and cloth Milton could clearly hear her shallow, pained breathing. Once he injected her with the brown liquid, however, her breaths would slow and become more natural. Eventually falling into a natural rhythm.

"G-Good, Need... New tank...SO2" She would motion to a large panel on the side of the odd device, the panel did not seem to have a handle or hinge to open with.

Milton sighed with proud relief as he felt Morgasimer's breathing stabilize. Step by step, she was living. Taking another load into the syringe and setting it beside Morgasimer in case she needed another shot. Scanning the area for any workers that may have returned, Milton ran over to the machine and examined the machine's panel, running his hands along the surface and the edges to find any handle to grip or lever to pull. Should that be unsuccessful, he would run around the machine, searching for any port or opening to use the nanomesh on his other hand.
"No handles, no lever... I'll have to pry it off if I can't find a way to open it."