Emblem
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''...Guess that means the apple pie is still on, Egil.''
Conrad eyes were half open, his face sideways, looking at the doctor and Egil. Conrad tried to smile, but it didn't work as he had planned. With or without treatment, his body was still in severe pain from the past ordeal. He did appreciate his buddy's head was still where it should be.
''Anyone care to explain why I'm in this claustrophobicly small space, who's poking in my back this time, where the hell we are, and how many big-frickin'-lizard-ridin'-glassholes ran me over before my lights went out? My head feels like it's coping with a truckloads of hangovers all at once, not to mention the rest of my fragile frame..''
A hint of anger could be sensed in Conrad as his voice seemed a lot more tense then usual. The last thing he could remember was getting shot in the back and a lot of pain afterwards. Noises filled the blanks, but nothing more. All he felt now was hunger, pain and more pain. Suppressed as it was, he hoped the pain would get less soon.
As he tried to look around a little, he noticed a doctor standing next to Egil. He looked up as much has possible, and saw a new face. He'd almost felt a hint of shame as this was the first she heard him speak, but she had to understand waking up like this was usually the dramatic end of a very very bad joke.
''Uh. Hey. Any chance you know when I'm fixed? Hope I'm not missing too many parts?''
Back to Egil his eyes went, and slowly, as he was still drowsy, he recalled Gravedigger. He couldn't help but feel even more anger, and of all the times he did, now was the time he could not move.
''Do tell me we dug his grave? And Sienna ain't still there. Or am I still dreaming and got my ass landed in heaven or hell? That you're not gonna turn into some headless-horseman type deal?''
It was obvious the drowsiness wasn't yet gone and the large soldier had a lot of questions to ask. Even a lot that did not matter. Flashes of those moments came back to him sparingly and incomplete, but whatever had transpired (and he was conscious enough to know) was all way too vague. It was then that he was shut up by Victory over the com system, saving Egil the effort.
''Mr. X-Ray. The hell...someone on this ship is as big as I am? Seven feet? I probably got something, I'd have to check...if I wasn't stuck here.''
Conrad eyes were half open, his face sideways, looking at the doctor and Egil. Conrad tried to smile, but it didn't work as he had planned. With or without treatment, his body was still in severe pain from the past ordeal. He did appreciate his buddy's head was still where it should be.
''Anyone care to explain why I'm in this claustrophobicly small space, who's poking in my back this time, where the hell we are, and how many big-frickin'-lizard-ridin'-glassholes ran me over before my lights went out? My head feels like it's coping with a truckloads of hangovers all at once, not to mention the rest of my fragile frame..''
A hint of anger could be sensed in Conrad as his voice seemed a lot more tense then usual. The last thing he could remember was getting shot in the back and a lot of pain afterwards. Noises filled the blanks, but nothing more. All he felt now was hunger, pain and more pain. Suppressed as it was, he hoped the pain would get less soon.
As he tried to look around a little, he noticed a doctor standing next to Egil. He looked up as much has possible, and saw a new face. He'd almost felt a hint of shame as this was the first she heard him speak, but she had to understand waking up like this was usually the dramatic end of a very very bad joke.
''Uh. Hey. Any chance you know when I'm fixed? Hope I'm not missing too many parts?''
Back to Egil his eyes went, and slowly, as he was still drowsy, he recalled Gravedigger. He couldn't help but feel even more anger, and of all the times he did, now was the time he could not move.
''Do tell me we dug his grave? And Sienna ain't still there. Or am I still dreaming and got my ass landed in heaven or hell? That you're not gonna turn into some headless-horseman type deal?''
It was obvious the drowsiness wasn't yet gone and the large soldier had a lot of questions to ask. Even a lot that did not matter. Flashes of those moments came back to him sparingly and incomplete, but whatever had transpired (and he was conscious enough to know) was all way too vague. It was then that he was shut up by Victory over the com system, saving Egil the effort.
''Mr. X-Ray. The hell...someone on this ship is as big as I am? Seven feet? I probably got something, I'd have to check...if I wasn't stuck here.''