As the ship shuddered and the vibrations of heavy impacts against the hull could be heard, the elysian female felt a strong sense of fear. Seraphina quickly moved to the cryogenic pod in the back of the medbay and began to frantically wake up its occupant.
"What in the uncursed Hell is transpiring here you naïve fool?" Orias asked rather snidely as she found the sudden shaking irritating.
"Shut up! I have to get him awake in case we have to leave this deck." Sera frighteningly snapped back. She was very scared and was worried for Talih.
Troopers gathered in the medbay, 9 in total, with three in the hall. Soon gunfire could be heard just outside, the retort of flying bullets and barking rifles not helping the bird’s nerves. A trooper was dragged in, leaving a smeared blood trail as his limp form was pulled in.
"Medic, over here!"
The sounds drew closer, and the pod hissed as the thawing process began. But an explosion ripped the door to the medbay out of its frame as three assailants barged in. As the pod began to open, and as the staggered soldiers recovered, Sera heard a bang and felt a searing pain.
Orias grabbed a scalpel off a tray before whipping her arm around to throw it straight into the attacker’s forehead with a practiced accuracy. The ex-demon turned around to find the angel bleeding from a wound to the abdomen. The bullet having gone through.
Sera looked down in shock before dropping to her knees in pain, giving a pained scream as she fell against the console. The process by now was complete as the other two attackers were dealt with.
"This woman needs medical help!" Orias shouted to any doctors.
Meanwhile off in hir own little corner of the medical bay, Doctor Vanth’s ears twitched. S/he’d detected the faint cry of help. Vanth’s training kicked in, and s/he grabbed an emergency medkit, stepping out from hir office. “By Luna…” With the door now open, Vanth’s ears flexed toward the nearly unmistakable sound of projectile fire. Vanth was confused. Hir ears were so sensitive to the loud echoing noises, s/he wasn't sure where they were coming from so felt it best to take cover. The Anthro-Canine pulled out hir communications device. In a whisper s/he reported the intruder to the bridge; giving them an idea on where they are.
S/he peeked out into the as-of-yet vacant walkway to make sure the coast was clear. It was, and s/he stepped out. Instinctually keeping low, Vanth ducked down hir passage before getting to the adjoining space. S/he tried to peer out again, trying to make heads or tails out of whatever was going on. It was then hir nose came in handy. S/he detected the scent of blood in the air and coming from a female as far as s/he could tell.
It was then s/he remembered hir case was shiny and just reflective enough to use as a mirror and cautiously poke around the corner to try and get a better view.
Silence. Then, muffled voices, cold, numb, a…a fucking hangover? Jay inhaled sharply as that feeling washed over him. He’d been through this set of feelings before, this was waking up from cryo. The fast way, no stims, meant only one thing. Murphy’s law. <The hell happened?> Jay thought, as the cryo bay finally opened, allowing him to stumble out. Trying to shake off the lingering lethargy, Jay looked around. Troopers behind what was left of an entryway, setting up an improvised blockade, an Elysian on the floor nearby, with someone else beside her, calling for a medic. Scent of blood. Why was something off with his eyes? Something was blocking his center? Jay waved a hand in front of his – wait – black fingertips, light almost golden colored hair covered his hand. Looking down at his- “Is that a hoof?” He muttered, confused.
Then, felt more than heard, an explosion. Vibration through the ship. Whatever that was, it meant things were worse than he knew. Worry about the body later, if there was a later. Spying a carbine on the ground, Jay reached for it, chamber checking and setting the fire selector to semi. Shaking his head to clear it, Jay rose, carbine held in his left hand. One of the troopers turned, noticing him.
“Been out of the loop for a bit, soldier. That explosion sure as hell wasn‘t planned. What’s going on? Give me the short version…”
The closest trooper looked confused for a moment, "Uh we're being boarded. Heavy casualties across the ship, and the fleet is in the middle of a swarm assault. The attackers showed up suddenly, and now we're securing important rally points, but the enemy is dwindling in number." He said more surely as he went.
Sera sobbed in pain on the deck next to the cryogenic pod. She'd never felt pain like this before as she'd never been shot before. The angel was bleeding badly, something Orias was trying her best to stop, if only not to be blamed for standing by later.
Realizing the coast was clear, and as hir hearing adjusted to the noise coming from outside of the medbay Vanth went for the angelic woman on the floor. S/he pulled a scanner out of hir medkit. S/he needed to be sure the wound was clear of debris before starting to help it to heal quickly. S/he looked at the angle, “what’s your name?” Discovering some projectile fragments still lodged inside the female, Amiri tucking the scanner away.
“Great…right into the fire again…” Jay muttered, trying to cover his slight disconcerti at the fact his ears seemed to turn toward the soldier’s voice. <The hell was I put into?> he questioned, not for the first time. “Right then…” he started, just as a pair of similar looking enemy bounded into the blown-out doorway. Jay’s carbine was up, sighted as he pulled the trigger, double tapping the lead clone trooper in the head, putting a third and fourth round into the second, dropping both before they’d set more than a couple feet into the medbay. “Well, they blunder in like that, they’ll dwindle even faster. Right, let’s get setup, I’ve a feeling this place is going to become real popular soon.”
“I need your help Sera, I need you to try and calm down, would you like something for the pain?” Having never met the woman before, s/he couldn’t be sure she wanted a mood-altering substance. S/he looked to the near-by Anthro-Equine. “Can you help me move her? See if you can find a streacher.”
When the boarding parties breached the ship, Aras had been caught in a bit of a surprise, she had been expecting a landing party, not an aerial assault. As the alert blared, Aras ran out of the rec room sprinting for the nearest medbay, she knew where she'd be needed. Be it blind luck or divine inspiration, Aras somehow made it there with next to no enemy interaction. Now all that was needed was to get inside.
Aras realized there would likely be a few soldiers in the medbay to protect the injured, so a plan was needed. She quickly decided to pull out an ID and hold it in the air before entering. "SectionSixsugeonpleasedon'tshoot!" Aras stammered, the badge held aloft.
Jay nodded, pulling a nearby stretcher over, just as his ears turned (turned!) toward the door, a frantic voice announcing herself as a doctor before she entered. “Going to have a great need for you then, doc. Already two…” at that Jay glanced at the trooper he’d just spoken to. “…how’s that soldier holding up?”
Sera was in no state to answer, clutching her wounded midriff as her eyes were clouded with tears.
The trooper's expression was now hidden behind the face plate of a helmet, something he was thankful for as he felt sorrow. "He's gone. Defib charge malfunction from battle damage, and the blast cooked his stimulus injectors. There wasn't anything that could be done."
He paused for a moment before taking a more determined stance, "I hope you're ready to put those rifle skills to use, we'll need every trigger finger to pay these fucks back for this."
Vanth tried to ignore all that was going on around hir as s/he attended to the winged-lady. S/he checked her ID – it read ‘Seraphina’ – so s/he could refer to her by name and make a closer connection to her. “‘Seraphina?’ Do they call you ‘Sera?’ Sera, listen to me. I’m Doctor Vanth, I’m going to take care of you; okay?” The Anthro doctor prayed Sera wasn’t recovering from any chemical substances and therefore opposed to mood-altering substances. S/he readied a general broad-spectrum pain killer into a hypo-syringe and injected it into Sera. “You should be feeling less pain any moment now, okay?” Sera was in shock, and s/he needed to keep her attention to keep her awake, so s/he kept on talking to her. “There are still shrapnel in your abdomen. I need to try and get it out before we can move you to a biobed, okay? You might feel a slight tugging.” Vanth pulled out a pair of forceps and began to look for foreign matter.
It had been a while since Spark had gotten a real fight, and she loved the adrenaline and the smell of smoke. She hated the cries of the wounded and the smell of death that hung in the air. Moreover, that she knew most of these people. Still, voices carried in the hall as her headset’s network connection kept her apprised of the situation. The enemy had been contained, the lines were breaking, and prisoners had been taken.
“Friendly entering!” Spark announced, holding her carbine above her head as she stepped into the medical center, proudly displaying the winged sword on the front of her light armor kit, almost like she’d been on a detail when the mess started. “Who’s got the SITREP? WOW report?”
“Fuck” Was all Jay could say. He hadn’t known the soldier, hell he hardly knew anyone aboard this ship, but they all fought for the same thing here. That made all of them his brothers and knowing what was happening made his blood boil. “Rifle, blades, hell, I’ll put my hoof so far up their asses, they’d be shitting black for a month, provided I was planning on letting them live that long!” Jay replied, walking over to the fallen trooper, grabbing his weaving and remaining magazines and sidearm, a big, red, nasty looking suppressed pistol, the Wraith, Jay remembered it was called. Appropriate name, for what was about to happen. “I don’t care who these guys are, they want a fight, I’ll punch their tickets to hell! Jarimin Traver, most call me Jay or Aztec”
The trooper nodded to Jay, "Names Harris, let's get some payback Aztec."
He turned to Sparks as heard her enter, "Sergeant, good of you to arrive. NCO is dead, it's just troopers here ma'am. We were assaulted by a team of five clones, two eliminated in the hall, and………The other three as you can see. NCOs of Alpha and Delta squad are KIA with a trooper as well. Boys are in defensive posture around the entrance. Ammo and medical are green for the moment." He reported dutifully. "Miss Cerulius took a round in the skirmish, Doctor Amiri is working on her in the back." He added, a loud sob being heard as if in confirmation.
Seraphina bucked as she felt fragments of the bullet being pulled out. Despite being a through and through, pieces had been left behind. If the doctor did not act on the bleeding quick, s/he might not have a patient soon. The elysian gave pained cries.
Doctor Vanth swore as s/he muttered under hir breath. Every time Sera writhed, she lost a significant amount of blood. S/he didn’t want to give her more painkiller yet, but it should have worked – despite the injury – what they had today was far more advanced than anything before. It should have worked instantly. S/he sighed as s/he wrestled with the winged lady. “Sera, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to sedate you. Don’t worry, you’ll be waking up in a nice comfortable hospital bed in no time.” S/he loaded a hypo, and no sooner had s/he administered it then it had started to kick in. Under normal circumstances s/he wouldn’t have done this, but these certainly weren’t what one’d call ‘normal.’
With the woman no longer writhing, Vanth was able to get the last of the fragments out and was quickly able to get the bleeding under control and get her stable enough to move. S/he looked at the Equine-Anthro. “Aztec did you say? She’s stable, help me get her on the stretcher and over to that biobed.” Doctor Vanth moved into position to roll Sera on her side in order to position the stretcher under her. S/he waited for Aztec to get the feet.
Aztec looked down at Vanth, he nodded, slinging his carbine to free his hands. He knelt down by Sera’s feet, taking hold of them and waiting on the doc’s count to move. In short order, they had Sera on the biobed. “You set doc? I’m likely going to be needed elsewhere in a bit…”
“You better get back to the battle ‘sun’” Vanth responded, giving a double meaning to the word ‘sun’ given his bright blonde hair and fur.
"Congrats, Corporal Second-Class Harris, you're the acting NCO of Delta. Go double tap with your squad and keep me updated." A few hand gestures of Spark confirmed the field promotion and granted him the access he would need. "Aztec, once you're done there, grab that trooper's headset and weapon, take cover behind that wall. I want full security until backup arrives. And if there's a kerfuffle, nobody moves from their goddamn cover."
She went into a maternal, forceful tone directing troopers to various points of good cover and concealment, making sure no hostile targets could come from any direction without experiencing heavy fire before sending her report up the line.
"Medical bay secured, three dead, one major wounded with medics onsite, DMRs and carbines green on ammo, amber on grenades and ordnance. Alpha and Delta squad relief NCOs on site."
Jack's voice came over the radio, {"Reaper1 to actual, Bravo team has secured the armory on deck 12, 2 KIA, and 2 injured. Making my way to the bridge."}
Mark's voice replied next, albeit sounding the same, {"This is actual, non-essential personnel have been evac'ed from the bridge, but hostiles are on their way. Bridge is now on lock down. Boarders are still progressing to rally points. 75% of enemy units have been eliminated."}
Harris gave a nod and "Yes ma'am!", before heading off to his assigned position.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll be staying in the back. Hopefully it will be much less boring.", Orias said before heading to the back to stay with Sera.
“Understood, Sergeant” Aztec replied, initially making his way back to the fallen soldier, before remembering he was now in a much different body than he’d been used to. “Helmets not going to fit me Sarge, going to have to do without comms for now” he said, picking up the rest of the soldier’s ammo and grenades, before making his way to the wall she’d ordered him to. He quickly pulled together some concealment, what was left of the door and an overturned bed weren’t going to stop much of anything, but they were better than standing in the open. He did note that this gave him a pretty straight line of sight down the hallway, even if it was a bit restricted, anything coming from there, he’d see it. Aztec sighted down the optic. “In position.”
It took a while for Aras to take in the bustling medbay, but she eventually realized that she was in no danger of being shot. It didn't take long for Aras to know what she had to do however, as she slid to the biobed almost instantly. "I think I can take it from here," She would say to Vanth, quickly grabbing a small box of medical supplies before leaning over the patient.
Vanth pinned hir ears giving a sub-audible deep grumbling sound; s/he didn’t appreciate being shoved off hir patient. “Oh, excuse me, was I in your way? Who in the galaxy are you?”
Sudden unscheduled operations weren't exactly Aras' forte, though it happened that this one was rather urgent, so a perfect job could come later. From the medical kit would come a stapler and some disinfectant salve, and with that Aras closed the distance between her and the wound. She peered quickly at it, deciding that it was sufficiently debris free for the operation to continue. Taking the salve in her left hand, she used her cybernetic prosthetic to apply it, the right hand able to spread it far faster and more even than any natural one. With the salve in place and the wound still open, the more gruesome part would come.
Evidently whoever this cyborg was, evidently, she seemed to doing Sera some good. Vanth was a professional, so s/he wasn’t one to start pissing contests; especially when a lifeform’s existence was in the balance. There was a fire-fight going on outside, so doubtless there would be others in desperate need of hir expertise.
The other device she had grabbed was raised aloft, and the wound was held closed with her open hand. with a rapid succession of quick and soft thuds, the wound was stapled shut. It wasn't pretty, and Sera would certainly need to come in later for them to be replaced with sutures, but it would be perfect for keeping fluids in and future debris out. With a sigh and a wipe of her forehead, Aras backed off of her patient. "That should keep her stable. She was very lucky."
She already had been stable, Vanth thought privately to hirself. There was a wounded marine near-by. S/he hadn’t seen anyone bring her in, but she was two biobeds down – the interim one being unoccupied presently. She had either been sedated or was unconscious; Vanth went to work assessing her condition.
Spark absently picked the comms unit off one of the downed clones and plugged it into her suit; running an antivirus to make sure there wasn't a nasty surprise. It took a few moments for her suit to patch into their communications by copying the radio's encryption comm, and she could hear the chatter.
"Alpha 1-2, Spark to Reaper Actual, please identify Bravo wounded. Just got some radio chatter over a captured comm about a helmet sample, possible Mayer Strain carrier. Also request HAR1 and armored support at rec room 1B, captured civilians, one insectoid. Bumping the comm sequence up to Control, now."
With a few virtual keypresses, she loaded the Hades communications network in and connected the Anvil so that every single connected trooper had listen access to nearby Hades communications.
A soft clunking resounded from the vents. A loud hissing, several gunshots echoing throughout. To those paying attention, would take note of a shiv suddenly being stuck through the metal. A trickle of blood dripping down from the sharpened tip. Though no more gunshots were fired, yet the rumbling and clattering of something inside was audible still.
A vent popped open as Koroleva landed down in the medbay. Carrying a slumped Revenant over metal shoulder. Both stained in each other's blood. Dirt covering the tan Neko's face. A trickle of the radiant blue liquid slipping down. It was then that the cries of an infant caught her attention. A loud clattering of something in freefall through the ducts she just came through. Tossing the Revenant aside, she braced herself as a large vent duct slammed down on her shoulders and lower back. Palms pressed against the grate. One of her mechanical hands broken off its axis. Whizzing and sparking softly. Though a laugh came from the amazoness, a short, cracked one at that. Mocking of whatever deity that looked on from above.
Echo five stumbled around the corner lowing the still bleeding crow and echo two into the doorway before shouting "coreman! Crows wounded!!"
Peeking around the corner he fired a quick three rounds burst into a crowd of hostiles tailing him before ejecting his spent mag on the ground and popping the next mag in.
He was panicking to say the least before looking up.
"Oh fuck!" He exclaimed before ducking into the doorway as a grenade round whizzed by and impacted in a wall near the door way…
“Get them to the back of the medbay, docs are there already!” Aztec shouted to be heard over the gunfire, as he didn't have comms. “Clear th-“ The sound of the grenade blast was loud, painfully so to his ears, as they flattened down to either side of his head, he winced in pain. While it didn’t appear to wound any friendlies, it at least made the newcomer clear what was left of the doorway, revealing their unfriendly tail. “Ah, fuck! Contacts front!” He yelled, opening fire with his carbine, his burst fire sending the cyborgs for whatever cover was left in the hallway.
Spark had dived forward at the site of the grenade, hearing its shrapnel strike walls nearby, and she landed in the prone, weapon brought to bear and already firing down the hallway before she rolled sideways and kicked off to cover. "Alpha Fireteam requesting gravity shutdown hallway 22D deck 14!"
With the blast Vanth’s first instinct was to shield hir patient with hir body to protect her from shrapnel. S/he pinned hir ears at the sound and held them flat as s/he looked around to assess the new damage and see who else might be wounded now. The marine s/he’d been treating had only minor injuries compared to the blast that just went off, so s/he grabbed a medkit and went to work while listening for sounds of distress. S/he noticed the idiot that was hollering something about blackbirds or something earlier was down. S/he wasn’t a coreman, but Vanth went to him and grabbing hir medical scanner began to assess his condition.
The Corporal from before purposely pushed over a couple large lockers before stacking one on top of the other. "I want a firing line now and hold it. These fuckers don't make it past us to the wounded!"
The explosion had killed Crow and his comrades, the grenade having been a high explosive round. The lumbering steps of two frank clones were heard pounding behind the chorus of lighter steps of many, many, fodder units. The first group already were shambling around the corner of the slagged hole that was once the medbay entrance.
"LIGHT EM UP!", the corporal shouted as he and his squad of three began to unload into the coming horde. Bodies began to pile up around the opening as plasma capsulated ballistic cartridges tore into the encroaching enemies. Spark's own squad did likewise, with one of them throwing in a plasma grenade as well. There was a bright blue flash as a number of fodder units were slagged.
Seraphina was still out in the back of the medbay, oblivious in her unconscious state. Orias took the pistol of one of the wounded troopers who had been dragged back and began firing from around the corner. She really wished Mark hadn't dumped her with these people, but she was stuck with them.
One of the franks leaned out from behind the slagged wall and fired off a grenade round. It detonated short of the improvised cover the Corporal had set up. Shrapnel peppered the lockers and the men's shields. The lockers were already beginning to degrade under fire. "Sarge, we aren't gonna be able to hold out much longer."
"This is Alpha 1-2, on station for assistance. Someone call for a storm?", came Jack's voice over the radio. A thunderous roar began to emanate from down the opposite end of the hall, as the horde was caught in a crossfire. Flechettes tore through skin and bone, the howl of the weapon making it clear a storm rifle had just been brought to bare. The horde almost disintegrated under the fire, the frank not fairing any better. It withstood the bullet hell for a few moments before slumping dead.
Once the thunder had ended, footsteps were heard as the figure in commander variant Revenant power armor stepped over the corpses. "The rest are on the way, let's give'em a fight.", He said as he opened the rifle to let the empty mag be ejected out as he slapped a new one in.
Meanwhile Vanth’s scanner had indicated the coreman s/he’d been working on had no life readings. S/he had attempted CPR, but in the end it proved fruitless. S/he did what s/he could to secure the body for later last rights, but ultimately there were others still living who needed hir expertise. S/he found another casualty and took their scans. This one was still alive… for the moment. S/he managed to get the female out of the way and began to set to saving her life.
Spark had directed her fireteam into cover as the man had made his comms approach, and had ducked as he opened fire, just barely missing a flechette pinging off her shield and embedding itself in cover behind her. Looking up at her team commander's approach, she sat up to a kneeling position. "Don't happen to have a few spares, do you, sir? I could stand to take my new fireteam hunting. Speaking of."
She turned back to look over her team's cover. "Sound off if you're alive."
“Well, I’m thawed enough, haven‘t been hit, I’m good here, ma’am.” Aztec started. “Though these hooves are going to take some getting used to…”
The Canine-Anthro doctor gave a wave and spoke up; “I’m good! This one here’s alive too… just.”
Koroleva took a moment to recover from the sudden blast of the grenade. The sound concussive as her ears rung loudly, the fuzzy, grey extremities lowered as she blinked slowly behind the skull mask. Glancing at the wincing soldier, before looking over to the other wounded people, a soft grin spread on her face. Pain, desperation and anguish. This is what she lived for.
Never had she felt more alive. Dashing forward, the Neko swiped one of the rifles from the wounded soldiers, gathering a second and slinging it around her back. Throwing herself behind the makeshift barricade, the Nekovalkyrja raised the rifle and just pulled the trigger. Pushing herself up high enough to tuck the weapon in her hip to compensate for the recoil. She was eternal, immortal. She was none other than the so-called Great One the countless voices screamed about.
Now, they were all cheering, laughing, giddy with anticipation. Not letting go of the trigger as bullets whistled past. Smacking against the mask, grazing the side, one embedding in her shoulder, one ripping through her chest. One ricocheting off of her metal arm, that was in the midst of pulling up the second rifle. Now gunning with both carbines. Another bullet through her abdomen. The mask shattered, metal ripping through her jaw, dislodging the entire reinforced bone, unhinging her two-part chin completely, letting it hang loosely from the right socket. It was at this point the Neko finally caved, her form slamming against the ground, secreting the lucid, blue blood, a soft gurgling coming from her.
Though, at least. At last, it was silent. For the first time in her life, she could hear her own thoughts. Maybe she wasn't as immortal as she thought.
The figure of Aras had stood mostly away from the fight; she had little to no skill in combat and would likely be more of a burden then a help. As she watched from afar however, the figure of Koroleva snapped her out of the trance. She jumped to attention and sprinted forth into the fray. The strange doctor attempted her best to stay out of the line of fire, and miraculously came out with only a couple of grazing shots. In the end she did it though, she reached the injured. Shifting up the upper half of the Neko's body, Aras placed her arms under
After a length of what can only be described as 'speed dragging', Aras made it back near the other patients with the Neko sprawled in front of her. It was obvious Aras couldn't lift her on her own. She remembered the speedy canine that had berated her slightly earlier. "Hey! I need a hand here." She shouted out to the other doctor.
The horde had been not far behind and as the man had finished talking to sparks, they reared their ugly heads. Koroleva's barrage began to eat through the shambling ranks, even as their return fire was focused on her and the troops. The three soldiers behind the same barricade unloaded their clips over the barricade in a storm of blind-fire, the avalanche of return fire making it hazardous to expose themselves.
The man who had eliminated the first wave, prepped a plasma grenade before tossing it into the oncoming mass. The detonation incinerated flesh, and slagged metal components of those unfortunate to be close to the blast zone. "Sorry but I have only the one, and one mag left for it." He replied as he took cover behind the central station.
Orias came over and attempted to help Aras lift the neko, "Why are woman so heavy and altered in this universe?" She said this in a groan as she tried to pull the neko's limp body along.
As it so happened, Vanth had just finished with the current patient s/he had been on. She would be stable enough and out of pain until the battle was over, or at least until the shoulders were able to push these invaders back and out of the medbay. S/he heard the call for help from the non-anthro doctor and dashed over to help. “What’s with the ridiculous augment? She’d be kilos lighter if she just had one prosthetic. Hasn’t this reality invented lighter synthetics to replace metal by now?” S/he glanced around for an anti-grav stretcher, but only immediately spotted an unused manual one. “Let’s work smarter not harder.” S/he lay it next to the woman and spread it out. “If we roll her on her side, we can scoot this under her.” S/he smiled up at the non-anthro doctor giving a light wag of hir tail. “That was quite impressive, how you were able to get this one out of the line of fire like that. Name’s Vanth. Looks like you took a nick there, are you going to be alright?”
Aztec gave a nod to the armored newcomer. “We’ve still got a few grenades between us. If you’re low, save that ammo in case anything serious shows up” he said from what was left of his own improvised cover. “At this range, even with a carbine, if I can’t make shots from here, then I’m a sorry excuse for a sniper.”
The battle was swift, and bloody, chaos erupting as a heavy burst through the fodder. The newcomer ordered for the others to concentrate on the horde while he dealt with the big guy. It was a confined space, and the monstrosity was very large, but the man was quicker in his armor. It got a lucky hit and knocked his helmet off before the man moved in to deal a killing blow with his LCK, by plunging it through the heavy's neck while grappled to it's back. With the topple of the now massive corpse, and the elimination of the last of the fodder. Talos stood on the heavy as it fell, the creature thudding hard as he stood on it triumphantly.
He was the spitting image of Jack minus the facial hair, and the fact that his eyes and hair were two different colors. His eyes were heterochromatic, his hair dominantly black with half of it filled with the usual snow white. "I'd say that's area secured, and a job well done.", Talos said cockily before introducing himself, "Major Talos, Fenrir division. Also sup sis, and I don't know you..." he added waving at Sparks, before pointing at Aztec, not recognizing the horseman.
”You wouldn’t, sir. I just got thawed out of cryo, and that’s besides being the new guy. Jarimin Travers, though I usually go by Aztec” he replied, while trying to stand up, finding now that his legs had a completely different balance than he was used to. He’d hoped for a new start, well, now he’d been damn well given one, hadn’t he? Again, he wondered just what kind of body they’d put him in.
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