OOC: Ummm... Yeah. I was going to be whimpering behind Hembar, but since everything has moved so quickly...
IC: The cold metal floor against his aching head was all Crunchy could feel. Mewling quietly, he dug his claws into a crack between the metal plates and pulled, slowly climbing to his feet. He had known that something wasn't right, he had got more and more worked up until, at the startling noise of the gunshot, he fainted. The junction was more or less deserted now. Silently, he sat down and cried (Or the closest Meech equivalent).
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