Isekai !?!?! to AVP universe?

Chapter 70

Ceillia made it back to the base her team. They had ran into a herd of big and spiky triceratops like beasts. Most of her crew had scrambled up a cliff face to get away. She hadn't been so lucky in the mech suit. She has been tossed around like a tin can. Breaking 4 ribs on the right side and 3 ribs on her left side.

The mech suit was almost a write off at this point. The weapons functions had all be crushed as well as the arms had be rendered useless. If Ceillia was lucky Wilkinson could fix the mining arm. As it was going to be needed later on.

Commander King came out and saw the destroyed Mech and was pissed. Ceillia gave him a report on what happened. Even though it just about cost her life she was reprimanded.

If she hadn't interfered when she did they would have lost 13 members in a stampede. Ceillia sighed and took the mech suit with her to the storage bay. Then headed to the medical bay right after.

Sammy who was a petite female with red hair and a fiery temper. She was one of the few trained in first aid and advanced field treatment. A few broken ribs would take a week or more to heal with the nano bots.

Sammy stabbed the needle in Ceillia neck below her C4 vertebrae. This would allow them to travel faster. It also hurt a hell of a lot more then I'd given else where.

"Ceillia we don't have many supplies like this. If you break you're fucking ribs again you are on your own to heal!" Sammy threaten Ceillia

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know Sammy" Ceillia said with a bit of resentment. They never really got along before, and Sammy was a bit sadistic in the way she helped the wounded.

Ceillia headed back to the storage area and sees Wilkinson standing in front of the mech suit with his tool box on the ground. His arms are crossed and he looks to be very unhappy.

"Jesus Ceillia, what the fuck happened out there? You did one hell of a number on this mech suit!" Wilkinson snaps at Ceillia

Ceillia was still hurting from her ribs. But the one person she thought might actually give a damn about her was more concerned about a chunk of twisted metal. It was gonna be a bad day of the 'fuck its!'

"Well out in the field we encountered some Triceratops like beasts. They had massive horns, apparently they like to play kick the can. Then smash the can with the gooey insides." Ceillia shot back to him sarcastically

"Considering how we are stuck here it isn't a bad way to die...." Wilkinson shot back to Ceillia

"We wouldn't be here in the first place if you actually did your job properly Wilk!" Ceillia shot back before storming out of the storage area. She headed to her room.

Although she was one of the largest people here in size they gave her a basic closet to live in. Most of the other crew had normal or large rooms. Hers only had enough room for a fold down bed from the wall. That was too short for her. A pull up bar that she had to use in the hallway. Finally a duffle bag full of clothes. Her gear was out in the armory with everyone else's gear.

She sighed and went out of her room. She wanted to check on some of her snare traps. Back on the colony she was from they hunted small game to eat. Ceillia was use to what most people called wild meat.

Given the situation it would be better then starving once the supplies run out. So to start supplementing for meals she was going out and catching small mammals that were rat like, and lizards.

Once you roast them and put a bit of salt on them they taste like any other meat out there. Ceillia wasn't very picky. Mind you she loves sweets and sweet things. However given the imagine she projected to other people she usually ate them in hiding. Or else she was ridiculed relentlessly.