AGP- Broken Ribs

Doc and Tink looked up from the cogitator unit as the door opened, framing a dark, lithe blur sprinting towards them. The medic reacted first, fumbling for his carbine, only for a hand to yank it out of his grasp and pull him forwards into what felt like a power-hammer blow to the chest. Tink got to watch as Doc got kicked past him with enough force to break his weapon strap, and then his own weapon was yanked forwards, dragging him out of his seat face-first into the plasma gun's butt. A slightly nasal feminine voice complained: "He got himself shot in the damn face by these idiots, and I think this one with the fancy gun might be a frakkin officer."

Doc and Tink tried. They really, really did. Despite the broken ribs, Doc managed to get back up and launch a tackle at the body-suited woman (who, to be fair, wasn't even looking at him), only for her to slap him in the face hard enough to shatter his faceplate and leave the stunned medic in a heap on the floor.