as she lay fallen and slowly being drenched in her own blood the small child began to squirm and cry louder and louder in the big man's arms..clinging to him helplessly..the entered Violet as Joseph echoed Kit..
"What is going on? What is that?" she did not register the girl as human offspring at first.
"Shhh. It's ok darlin.." he tried to soothe the child as he pryed her loose from him and handed the once again squallng child to his bewildered android "little sister".
Standing there was Android, Drednaught Violet Culver, 5'8", soft brown eyes stared almost blankly at the child..shoulder lenght brown hair swayed with her movements as she lifted her hands to take the child Joseph was throwing at her..
"For God sake Violet its a baby girl.. here take her or her uh sister there is gonna bleed her life out."
her eyes switched to look at kit laying there on the floor. she held the screaming child at arms lenght as she shifted her gaze again to the little girl..
thigh high military style boots made soft thumping noises as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, mimicking what she had seen her father doing when he was nervous..
Vincent's ( the net racer and companion of the DreadNaught Tyree Culver. Number one AI Dreadnaught and the very first and main copiant to the other AI systems.) reassuring low voice spoke within her.
"Hold the child close it is suffering Violet. It longs for comfort through touch." She pulled the child to her and the girl clung to her buring her face into her shoulder still wailing. She stroked the childs matted hair emulating the comfort she found in the embrace of her father, Tyree Culver.
"Violet remember back to the time when dark became light.. it is similar to how the child must feel." Vincent's voice instructed her again. All sentient beings even AI's suffered birth trauma - unfortunately an AI, when instructed, was one of the few sentient beings would could remember it with crystal clarity. Violet frowned heavily..
"It is empathy Violet, you feel for another for the first time. Comfort the child, do everything you can to help her in so doing you will find comfort." Vincent knew that this learning process was almost as traumatic as what the child had experienced for Violet. "Get Joseph the med kit from the bar Violet, hurry.." his voice was still calm and reassuring.
Joseph stared at his grief stricken sister who moved to get the kit before he had said a word. The child had quieted but still sobbed almost in time with Violet. He took the med kit from her trembling hand.
"It will be ok.. Violet.. I promise. The woman will be fine... we got to her before she lost too much blood. Take the baby girl up, feed her something small if she will eat and clean her up best you can ok?" the look of pain on Violet's face tore at his heart as she nodded. She turned and headed to the stockroom...dressed in ribbons and bows, but with a deadly sexeh look...
Black ribbons and bows laced up the outsides of her calve muscles, then you saw a beautiful six inches of thigh before you reached the hem of her blck mini-which was short, not on for the devestating effect but to allow her a full range of movemenr in combat. Underneath the skirt, and against her wishes, but in accordance with the Dreadnought's adamant command. she wore french cut sythskin shorts. her leather jacket hung abou ther frame. a short silver chain that held the jacket at the throat, swept wider and ended the jacket in split tails that hung about three inches below the hem of her skirt. Underneath the jacket she wore an antique black lace bustier, which had been a hard won concession from the dreanought due to its imjmodest opacity.
blood red lipstick on her full lips was applied with to a razor edge and contrasted vibrantly with her unnaturally clear porcelain skin, her fingernails supported the same deep color..and upon her face, black eyeliner to add abit of hardness to her doe like brown eyes..
still hugging to the child as she walked out she found herself softly humming with her eyes half closed as she realized it had become soothing to her mortal ears..
Joseph turned his complete focus to Kit now. He popped the med kit open and pulled forth antispetic spray, a small black medical staple gun and a can of spray foam dressing. He opened her wound and let it bleed clean for a second then pulled it shut, sprayed down the area with fhs antiseptic and sealed the wound with six of the little staples from the gun. He tore open a pack of steril wipes and cleaned the blood, which seemed to have about coated the left side the woman, away from the wound. He then sprayed on the dressing which foamed then hardened, adhering to her skin. Joseph took off his tight T shirt and draped it over Kit - who could have worn it as a dress. Violet stared down at Joseph - the massive muscles of his back rolled under skin that was almost a solid mass of lash scars. Violet shook as she realized with new eyes what hell Joseph had lived through. Joseph stood with Kit in his arms and turned to her.
Joseph retrieved a fresh bar towel and wetted in the sink. He stode back out to the bar and sat down in a chair with Kit on his lap her head against his shoulder. He pulled back his shirt from her and washed the rest of the blood from her best he could and quickly covered her back up. He felt drained suddenly and hugged the small woman to him.. he would take her to Violet's room so she could awake to find the child with her.. but for now he just hugged her to him and leaned back and closed his eyes.
The girl finally calmed down as Violet took her upstairs..she was so exhausted at this point..she had been through alot in the last couple of minutes and it was all alittle frightening for a little girl of her age..all she could think about was the blood that poured from the woman's side..was she hurt? would she go away and leave her forever? she sobbed softly as her eyes started to close..they were heavy from all the crying and yet her small form was about gone she was so hungry..her small tummy growled..
Kit moaned so softly it could barely be heard and she rolled over onto her side coughing..small pitters of blood formed on her lips as she hesitated to breath.. every once inawhile her lungs would expand to try and gather air..but her right lung was slowly collasping..she coughed again as she tried to breath..other small amounts of blood began to trickle down her chin.
squirming she tried to fall out of the big man's arms, but his firm grip held her from hitting the floor..
