A Neourk sat near the wreckage site of a small helicopter while the Droiton wrapped a bandage several times on the Neourk's right rear leg. The Droiton used his welder claw to tape the bandage snugly with a pinch of harmless energy, while the Neourk asked, "Augh... I have no clue as to why you're helping me out... I thought you were on their side earlier."
"I was, u- until I found out they were up to no good a while ago. I pretended to be with them so I can destroy them from the inside out," The Droiton replied while patting the Neourk's back.
"W- well... t- th- that explains why those pipes exploded all of a sudden. I guess I owe you for not only saving me, b- but also doing some work without me knowing it..." The Neourk stated while panting in hopes of ignoring the stinging pain on his leg.
"Are you alright? I can give you a bit of a boost if you're really that hurt. Don't worry, I've always liked you ever since I heard those legends about you robbing that museum with that mouse Pokémon earlier," The Droiton said while adjusting the short barrel on his arm into a safer mode for the little shark Pokémon.
"I- I think I'm fine... but I suppose a little won't hurt... I guess. Just pray I don't cry too much," The Neourk responded while closing his eyes and covering them with his forearms.
A small burst of ethereal energy was slowly shot at the Neourk's body, as the Neourk took in a deep breath, opened his eyes, uncovered them slowly and proclaimed, "Ahh... I think I feel better already! What is in that stuff man? Why didn't you use that in the battle?"
"It's called ethereal energy from what I heard, and that stuff's got some strange properties going on. Apparently it heals those I love, while hurting those I despise with all my hate. I didn't use it in battle since I hated almost every one of my comrades since they were mean like those strict teachers you'd see in your typical college area," The Droiton explained while helping the Neourk get on his feet.
The Neourk glanced around the area they were in, as he inquired, "Okay, well it looks like we crashed in the forest earlier... so how exactly are we going to get out of here?"
"The helicopter doesn't exactly look too great... and well, at least autopilot was on before the chopper got hit so many times. I'm surprised this thing didn't explode, though I think my leg might have gotten hurt after I had to jump..." The Neourk added while the Droiton patted his barrel.
"Hmm, it doesn't seem damaged beyond repair, though it's barely just by the looks of it. Even if I had the tools, it would take someone like me at least a week to repair... and that's if no one manages to bother me out in the wild. I'm not sure if anything's working in there, since even the radios look pretty bad," The Droiton affirmed while using his welder claw to repair a tiny dent on his left arm.
"Well... I mean, you can always try to repair the radio... it looks almost like the one back in my hideout I think, so I can use it when you're done," The Neourk stated while the Droiton nodded in agreement.
"Good idea. It's much easier to repair that thing even if it's a bit charred from the blast. At least it could still be usable if it I'm careful with repairing it. This should probably take about at least a couple hours since it looks like it took quite a beating here," The Droition said while blowing onto the radio to get rid of any particles of ash casually lying on the transceiver.
