Here's to You
The sights of the medical post were ever the more foreboding. Tavlar wouldn't be able to draw reprieve from anything on this rock any longer. Whilst he was hear he had a duty to fulfill, a bloodied one at that as these insurgencies tended to be. Though none of this would ever carry a shred of the weight that the wars of past did it was still hard fighting.
Standing upright to leave bed space for his injured troopers Tavlar slumped against a wall as a bandage was slowly and meticulously wrapped about his head from the bloodied bruising and lacerations left in the wake of the ever daring clone's blunt force aggression. Even an hour or so after the assault his ears still rung violently from the blows, his head and temple almost thumping from the rattling it put on his brainpan. He needed more than the bandage but there wasn't all too much to spare as each hospice bed was occupied with one of his bleeding and wounded comrades, many of them barking and yelping out in pain before a jolt of anesthesia coursed their veins, knocking them out cold.
Eventually The Major could put both feet under himself, almost stumbling to the floor when he walks forward. Concussed, and not faintly either. His eyes scanned the room with furrowed brow, peering over any of the faces he recognized along the hospice beds, picking out the newer Troopers from them before he'd make way to Leftenant Voi'Kryt's hospice not long after she jolted awake, invigorated by the cold paranoia of medical equipment and droids surrounding her.
With slow steps he peered over the Leftenant with narrowed eyes. It was grisly sight more than anything. She arrived a clean cut, wide eyed graduate of the academy and within a planet's cycle she was ripped to shreds. In a way it was more painful to view than any of the other Legionaries lining the hospice, some with missing limbs or intense blaster burns. He could see a great deal of himself and his own nature in her which he couldn't in the others. Afterall they had the very same occupation at the same age however, whilst many were slain around him on his first deployment he made it off relatively clean where as her, didn't take all but a day before she was baptised in fire.
Standing upright to leave bed space for his injured troopers Tavlar slumped against a wall as a bandage was slowly and meticulously wrapped about his head from the bloodied bruising and lacerations left in the wake of the ever daring clone's blunt force aggression. Even an hour or so after the assault his ears still rung violently from the blows, his head and temple almost thumping from the rattling it put on his brainpan. He needed more than the bandage but there wasn't all too much to spare as each hospice bed was occupied with one of his bleeding and wounded comrades, many of them barking and yelping out in pain before a jolt of anesthesia coursed their veins, knocking them out cold.
Eventually The Major could put both feet under himself, almost stumbling to the floor when he walks forward. Concussed, and not faintly either. His eyes scanned the room with furrowed brow, peering over any of the faces he recognized along the hospice beds, picking out the newer Troopers from them before he'd make way to Leftenant Voi'Kryt's hospice not long after she jolted awake, invigorated by the cold paranoia of medical equipment and droids surrounding her.
With slow steps he peered over the Leftenant with narrowed eyes. It was grisly sight more than anything. She arrived a clean cut, wide eyed graduate of the academy and within a planet's cycle she was ripped to shreds. In a way it was more painful to view than any of the other Legionaries lining the hospice, some with missing limbs or intense blaster burns. He could see a great deal of himself and his own nature in her which he couldn't in the others. Afterall they had the very same occupation at the same age however, whilst many were slain around him on his first deployment he made it off relatively clean where as her, didn't take all but a day before she was baptised in fire.