1302 Hours, February 07,
2553in the Magma Fields of Doisac
Oth Sonin
The blaring sun blinded me as sweat from my brow rolled into my eye, binding me even more. My vision was blurry and my heads-up display was completely red as my vital signs were being displayed before me. But my vision was the least of my problems. Hydrostatic gel mixed with blood oozed from the Gaping wound, caused by a brute's gravity hammer still resting in my midsection. I tried to reach for the hammer only to find myself pinned to the warm brittle ground by the hammer's unworldly powers. The ground was hot enough for to feel through my thick, bulky MJOLNIR armor. If I didn't get this hammer off of me I would bleed out or be swallowed whole by one of Doisac's various magma pits. I tried for the hammer again only to fail. The hammer emitted an eerie hum, and plenty of radiation. Its gravity distorting attributes repulsed me away from the hammer, pinning me to the ground. I deactivated my shields; the intense heat didn't allow them to regenerate anyway, also the constant beeping of my shield level indicator was irritating me. I looked up at the top right-hand of my heads-up display
."Hu, the seventh of February, my birthday" I said aloud. "What a wonderful day to die" "Don't talk like that!" Oon howled. "You are not going to die!" Hearing Oon's voice was always soothing. I would remove my own teeth before I told her that. Due to my line of work she likes to have me focused, and if I were to say anything to her about that she would never talk to me again while in the field. "What makes you think that?" I muttered, while holding back a cough. "I sent out a distress signal to the team five minutes before you started swimming in your own blood and self-pity. Tillman and the rest of the team should be here in no time." That was a stupid Question to ask I knew she knew the odds better than anyone else, I just wanted to make conversation.