"Is there anyone there? Help!! I've been Hit!" Vlad said, as he was resting against a snow bank, bleeding tenaciously from unrecognizable
places. Finally, a medic came to his aid. A fellow Spartan.
"You're okay," He said, bringing out a glowing tube of blue from his brown canvas satchel. "Just some missing fragments off the leg, some stem cells and you'll be back in a few second- The medic heard a small, whistling noise, getting louder, and louder, and then- well, just see for yourself.
" HOLY SHIT!" The medic yelled, and he threw Vlad to another snow bank, and he ran back to Vlad, just in time before the bomb that the Medic had heard made contact. It blasted the medic backwards, shrapnel in his armour. "I'm fine," He said. "Now, about those stem cells…" Then he grabbed the needle firmly, and jabbed it into Vlad's leg, and pressed down on the lever. And in a few seconds, Vlad's leg was regenerating.
"What about my armor?" He asked.
The medic just said, "Just follow me," And Vlad followed him.
As they were walking, Vlad asked, looking at the medic's cobalt shoulderpeice, "Got a name, Medic 236?"
"Jack," He said, "Jackie, to be exact. I am a girl." This left Vlad dumbstruck. But he still followed her to the crash landed pillar that she was talking about.
"There's armor in the cab, I gotta go, my pager's been buzzing my ears dead," Jackie, said rushed.
"Well, okay, thanks," Vlad said, daintily. But by the time he turned his head, she was gone. He could hear the wind blow. He could feel the cold, sharp snow almost dig into his new, bare leg.
With this new feeling, he ran into the armory door of the beached spaceship, and found some decent armor, and in his color, too.
Vlad found a mongoose, and drove back to into the fires of the, cold, snow bitten, battle.
"BURN IN HELL, DAMN GRUNT!" Vlad yelled, as he unloaded a fresh clip of MA9-B .36 full metal slugs into a platoon of grunts. Needless to say, the snow was soaked with various shades of blue and grunt, afterwards. Vlad just ran over all of that mess, and moved on further into the battle, firing only a few clips of ammo into certain platoons of grunts, until, he had no ammunition left, then he circled back, for some support, and heavier weaponry.
"Okay, we have to go to the little base thing at the back there,"
Vlad said, to the three Spartans on mongeese on either side of him, "we take it down, we take out any brutes we see, I take care of Crowd Control." Vlad saw affirmative signals on his HUD. Vlad nodded to both sides. They started their quads, and sped off, with fire bleeding from their guns.