PRIVATE FIRST CLASS "JISHOA RELAWNY," 104th Assault Battalion, Galactic Alliance
Location: Outside of the entrance of the Sith base on Generis
Current Casualty Rate: 9,000 men
Objective: Assist the New Imperial Order with their mission
Allies: GA | NIO |
Enemies: TSE | OPEN
It seemed that for every man I saved, another would fall, like a human domino set. Laser-fire streaked overhead, one stray bolt nearly taking my head off when I peeked out from behind the barricade I was huddled behind.
A soldier clad in white armor fell after a crash of gun-fire, causing dirt particles to scatter from the ground and into my face, causing me to scrunch up my steely visage for just a moment, darkness surrounding me.
When I opened my eyes once more, I caught a glimpse of the corpse that lay on the ground before me, brown dirt dashed over his white armor, a large pool of blood forming on his abdomen slowly spreading as he put pressure on it, attempting to stop the bleeding.
He outstretched a shaking hand towards me, and slowly exhaled as his final breath filled my ears. The hand twitched, and fell to the ground with a loud
thump.
I closed my eyes once more and put my fist to my chest as if I was clutching something dear to me, as I uttered: "Damnit. Not another..." My moment of silent contemplation was interrupted by a loud roar of earth and blasting powder flying through the air, the sound quickly joined by the pained screams of some other poor soul.
I quickly opened my eyes, and saw another one of the stormtroopers, writhing in agony as blaster bolts slammed into the ground around him. I turned my vision to his lower body, and my eyes widened with shock. His legs were a mangled mess of flesh and bone, blood pouring out of the bottom of the nubs that used to be his legs.
There was one important thing I noticed however:
He was still alive. He was still capable of being saved. I yelled out to the platoon of soldiers taking cover behind the barricade on the other side of the hill: "I need cover-fire!" "Roger that soldier, we got your back! Boys! Suppressive fire at point three-five!"
The soldier's blasters quieted for a moment, and then barked back to life as they all opened fire on the area just in front of the heavily wounded man I was scampering over to, streaking over his limp soon to be corpse if I wasn't quick enough.
Crimson red bolts flew into the earth near my feet, the impact causing large sparks to cruise through the air as I grabbed the injured man's shoulders and began dragging him to cover. "Don't worry buddy, I'll get you outta this!" My assurances were met with no response, with only the rhythmic breathing of the man's lungs as a sign that he was indeed alive.
I leaned him gently against the steel barricade, throwing my medic bag to the ground, and tearing open the zipper, rifling through it like some sort of animal tearing through a pack of food. I quickly procured a syringe filled with red liquid and a large roll of bandages.
I went to work quickly, unraveling the bandages and wrapping them around the man's bloodied and battered legs, being just as careful to do it properly even in my haste.
I wrapped the final bandage, and blood began to pool underneath the covering. I grabbed the syringe with my left hand and pulled it up to the soldier's vision, as if I was showing him what it was. "Just relax, friend. This will ease the pain." I stuck the syringe into his right leg, resulting in a pained groan escaping from underneath the helmet.
It was a good sign, another assurance that he might make it out of this alive. I closed my eyes and began to say a prayer to my god as I pressed down on the plunger. "Please, give me the strength to save this man, so that he may live to see another day."
I opened my eyes once more, moving my hand to remove the wounded's helmet. "Now, let's see what your face looks like..." I pulled off the helmet, bracing for whatever horror awaited behind the mask.
It was worse than I could have ever imagined. Half of his face. Half of his goddamned face was burnt by that landmine. I'm surprised he was still alive. "A-am I going to make it?"
Those were the first words I heard the man utter, spilling from his charred lips. My mind raced, trying to come up with some sort of lie, some sort of assurance that he would be alright. "Yeah, you will buddy. Trust me." I sputtered, not entirely believing what I had just said. "Hey! I'm going to have to take him back to base! He's really fucked up!"
I yelled across towards the soldiers. "Alright! Just be sure to get him there safely! You two don't die on me, hear?" "Sir yes sir!" I grabbed the injured man's hips, and slung him over my shoulders, the weight felt about ten times heavier than a pile of bricks. But I pressed on. Because I had to. I wheeled around, and broke into a run, straight for the field hospital.
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