Post by Christopher Reed on Jun 25, 2013 0:03:41 GMT -5
Chris felt like his stomach was on fire. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a light above him. Light? He quickly looked around the room and found that he wasn't inside that building but inside some room. The ship? He must of been wounded, but how? The IV cord from his left arm tugged at him. He looked and saw the IV bag dripping clear fluid, most likely morphine into his system. He wondered how long was he out. And why the hell did his abdomen hurt. Removing the covers, he saw a large vertical scar running down his belly. "What the?" he whispered to himself. It all came back like a rushing river. He had been shot.
He quickly looked for the call button to find a nurse and ask them what had happened to him. Pushing the holographic button near his right arm he waited for a nurse. How bad was it? Shortly a male nurse arrived, he looked bright and cheery. He had red hair and a small nose with freckles. Quickly he waved his left hand, which had a medical scanner attached to it. "Good evening Christopher." he said and smiled. "Uh, good evening, how badly was I wounded?" he asked. " You had sharpnal from a bullet, luckily it fragmented. It tore into your liver and intestinal wall. We operated for five hours, and you've been out for three days. It will take a month before you can return to active duty." the nurse said. "Wait...what? Oh come on can't you just fix me up with some medicine or special device?" he asked. Christopher didn't know that much about the medical field. "No, sorry your wounds have to heal on their own. However with medicine and hospital treatment you'll be ready for service hopefully within a month. If not it'd take at least three months to heal you. Anything else?" he asked.
"No...thanks." Christopher said. The nurse left the room and Christopher was left alone. He looked at the left wall which had a small television which had a feed from the outer hull of the Dauntless Fury. The stars shone bright and twinkled. He sighed...all alone. Christopher knew that he wanted to go on the next mission where ever it was. Hopefully they were closing in on General Sneer soon. He thought back to that terrorist attack a few months back on Hadamarad which ARM suicide bombers attacked a highschool because most of the children attending had parents serving in the Special Service for Human Corporation. How could a general who had sworn to protect the Republic resort to killing fifty people in a school? He wasn't a general anymore but a coward, traitor and a villain. No one really knew why General Sneer became a terrorist, all that was known was one day he didn't like Human Corporation anymore. The RIA had tried to find a connection but couldn't. Well either they didn't know or they wern't telling the public the reasons behind it.
Reed thought back on it. Why did he create perhaps one of the worse terrorist organizations since the pre space years of humanity? It had to be a enormous task. And the really sad thing was, civilians were also joining ARM. Were they also traitors or just the General? Who really was the terrorist here? Human Corporation for it's practical slaves of workers? Or terrorists who blew themselves up in crowds? He couldn't answer those questions, perhaps near the end of the campaign here he'd know at least one of them....
He quickly looked for the call button to find a nurse and ask them what had happened to him. Pushing the holographic button near his right arm he waited for a nurse. How bad was it? Shortly a male nurse arrived, he looked bright and cheery. He had red hair and a small nose with freckles. Quickly he waved his left hand, which had a medical scanner attached to it. "Good evening Christopher." he said and smiled. "Uh, good evening, how badly was I wounded?" he asked. " You had sharpnal from a bullet, luckily it fragmented. It tore into your liver and intestinal wall. We operated for five hours, and you've been out for three days. It will take a month before you can return to active duty." the nurse said. "Wait...what? Oh come on can't you just fix me up with some medicine or special device?" he asked. Christopher didn't know that much about the medical field. "No, sorry your wounds have to heal on their own. However with medicine and hospital treatment you'll be ready for service hopefully within a month. If not it'd take at least three months to heal you. Anything else?" he asked.
"No...thanks." Christopher said. The nurse left the room and Christopher was left alone. He looked at the left wall which had a small television which had a feed from the outer hull of the Dauntless Fury. The stars shone bright and twinkled. He sighed...all alone. Christopher knew that he wanted to go on the next mission where ever it was. Hopefully they were closing in on General Sneer soon. He thought back to that terrorist attack a few months back on Hadamarad which ARM suicide bombers attacked a highschool because most of the children attending had parents serving in the Special Service for Human Corporation. How could a general who had sworn to protect the Republic resort to killing fifty people in a school? He wasn't a general anymore but a coward, traitor and a villain. No one really knew why General Sneer became a terrorist, all that was known was one day he didn't like Human Corporation anymore. The RIA had tried to find a connection but couldn't. Well either they didn't know or they wern't telling the public the reasons behind it.
Reed thought back on it. Why did he create perhaps one of the worse terrorist organizations since the pre space years of humanity? It had to be a enormous task. And the really sad thing was, civilians were also joining ARM. Were they also traitors or just the General? Who really was the terrorist here? Human Corporation for it's practical slaves of workers? Or terrorists who blew themselves up in crowds? He couldn't answer those questions, perhaps near the end of the campaign here he'd know at least one of them....
