Standing in a darkly illuminated room, small placed to be called a home, a sanctuary, a resting place for one person. A Sangheli in light blue robes that were unfurled to leave his scarcely scarred chest and arms bare, covering his waist and legs and over-lapping like a cloak all around him. He leaned against the purplish metallic wall. Around him was a comfortable bed, a small metallic stand that came from the wall, not the dull metal floor. A few personal items stored in a foot-locker in front of his comfortable bed, a wall-mounted console next to the door, a window nearby. A soft glow emitted from a unit mounted in the corner of the room, open doors contained his armour.
Sighing, he leaned against the purple metallic wall, and stared at the wall opposite him.
Monotone wall that never shows any sign of changing, as if only to mock his blurred vision, dimly green eyes looked at the wall beside him now, just to take his mind off the bizarre sensations he felt in his body, his shoulder to be exact, where the monster had gotten him and yet he had been spared the fate - two others of his unit had suffered...
...To become liquidised bodies for the parasite. Dim green eyes glared at his bare, balled fist. Snarling, his mandibles form a humane 'snarl', black and yellow armour is hung in the nearby alcove by a gravity-field, now cleansed of the murkier purple and green that had been splattered upon it. The male Sangheli thought to himself now.
If it were not for my comrades...Prophets rest their souls, I would have joined the parasite's forces as a drone...I can feel it, no...I can HEAR it, I can hear them, it, they, the others...I swear by my honour I hear noises. Voices? Sounds? Whispers? Words? Am I going mad? Or are these but a after-effect to the healing...
Looking away from his deceptively clean armour, the dim green eyes looked to the re-enforced window, displaying little more than arctic mist that froze the exterior of the window and his room's wall. An outside chill that would freeze the little monsters in place, the moment they set limb upon ground exposed to this land's harsh weather.
Even the cold comforts of knowing how freezing cold the world was literally like, did not give him any sense of peace. He knew questions would be asked, more about anatomies and more moral-based things, he was not one to answer such things, he knew about machines, a little geography, battle tactics, but not questions that politicians would...idrawl/i over as such.
Shaking his head, the male tried to keep whatever shreds of control of his own mind. The moment he was attacked and savaged - several brutal scars over his shoulder and neck attested to this – scars that would forever mark him as a survivor in a horrific situation.
He still felt the occasionally painless moments of agony, where the scar tissue would abruptly feel as if his body was literally being split apart by every screaming cell of purple bloody, where his mind felt like it was being ripped out of his very essence. Where he thought he would go mad at any time and leap upon another Sangheli in insanity.
Shivering from the thought, he moved to slump onto his bed, sitting on his rump, the darkly skinned male put his serpentine head into his hands, a physical attempt to control his emotions as he closed his dim green eyes tight, wanting to shut the world out for a precious few seconds.
He did so with a moment of success, finally willing the invisible source of physical and emotional pain to simply go away. But he shivered once more and felt his scars flare with the subsequent pain, a pain that no soldier would ever know about, let alone survive identical circumstances and live to feel the darkest kinds of hardship.
A muffled, mechanical and soft-toned emitted from the other side of the door to his quarters, making the shivering Sangheli quickly moved his twitching form to slip the top of the light blue robes upwards. To cover his bare, muscled and scarred chest and his robust yet slender arms. Doing so, he made as little noise as possible, even in hers unstable condition, he managed not to alert whoever it was on the other side. Standing up and walking, with a near un-noticeable limp due to a bandaged wound in his left leg, the male opened the door via a few quick console commands, allowing whomever it was behind the door to come in. He waited with a baited breath as the door seemed to open like blooming flowers…