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Chapter 1
The shuttle finally landed in the Command ship and the doors slid open. Turian soldiers were scrambling into other shuttles and prepping to land on Menae or Palaven. The medic helped me out of the shuttle as I stepped out. A burning sensation ran across my leg and I grimaced in pain. I couldn't complain though, Sarge was probably worse then I was. The medic was holding onto his legs and another soldier carried him by out by his shoulders. Sarge looked dazed and on the verge of passing out, probably because the loss of blood previously or the pain.
"Get them to the Infirmary! Double time on this one, move!" the Lieutenant shouted as he pointed to Sarge and I. A soldier came over with a gurney then put Sarge on top of it. They rushed to the elevator and closed the doors. In the mean time I was limping on my bum leg with the medic supporting my right side.
"That was a hell of a risk you took saving him," he said "I wouldn't have done the same. We need more soldier like you taking risks like that."
"If we had more soldiers like me then there wouldn't be a Turian soldier left" I said. He chuckled. I didn't. I had finally made it over to the elevator and the medic propped me against the wall. He hit the button with a red cross on it. The elevator jolted to life and we made our way us the ship.
The elevator stopped and the door opened and I was thrown into the fray. Doctors scrambled around the Infirmary tending to a multitude of patients.
"This is worse than the hangar" I mumbled to myself. The medic set me down on a vacant chair and rushed off to another patient. I looked around the room and saw a flurry of bodies scattering about. I was looking around for Sarge and saw no trace of him. A doctor came over to me and examined my leg.
"Looks like you took one to the thigh, I'm bringing you to a examining room" he said waving over another doctor. They took me to another room and scanned my leg which took a while. Then the same doctor came over and brought up the x-ray of my leg. "Looks like you'll make a full recovery, the projectile mainly hit flesh and minor blood vessels, otherwise I predict you'll be fin in a few days" He started to help me up again but I stopped him.
"Doc, did you happen to tend to another man that got hit in the shin?" I asked. The doctor stopped for a second and nodded.
"Yes why?"
"Did he have dark brown scales with red war paint?"
"Yes"
"That's my Sergeant, what's his diagnosis?"
"I can't say, it's none of your business."
"Please?" I asked. The doctor stood there and nodded.
"Fine," he pulled up a file on his Omni-tool and projected it. "He took a AP round to the lower half of his leg. The projectile hit bone and dispersed it throughout the lower part" He pulled up a picture and showed me Sarge's leg. He was right, a large portion of his bone structure created shrapnel and blew about a three inch gap between his knee and the shin. I wretched at the sight. "His leg will have to be amputated from the knee down" he said grimly. I rubbed my forehead with my talons.
"Dammit…" I said softly. He walked over and started to pick me up.
"I'm moving you to a dreadnought nearby," he waved over a soldier. "A shuttle will take you there." I nodded. The soldier, a young looking private, took my arm and supported me.
"You alright, sir?" he asked.
"I'm fine, private" I said. There was a long silence between me and him. He broke the silence when we got to the elevator.
"So, what's the situation? I mean with your leg" He asked. I looked at him and said.
"I'm going to be fine, why does it matter to you?" I asked.
"Well I just, you know, want to know I guess"
"Right…"
Four days later
I sat in a chair in a mess hall looking out into space. Wondering what the hell is happening to Palaven, wondering if Sarge is Ok, and what I'm going to do when I get off this ship. I turned to the table I was sitting at and looked down at the countertop.
"My parents and my sister are nowhere to be found" the words echoed in my mind. Just then the door to the mess hall opened up, and Captain Calen accompanied by two Officers stepped in.
"Officer on deck!" a soldier screamed. And everyone stood up. I struggled to get up but eventually did.
"Carry on" he said. He looked around the room at the soldiers and made his way over to a table. I continued to look at the countertop. After a while I heard a voice from behind me.
"Now why are you looking at a table, son?" I turned around to see Captain Calen standing over me.
"I'm just deep in thought, sir." I said.
"I'm here on behalf of your achievement, you got some guts going after your Sergeant like that" he said proudly. "I just wanted you to know that."
"Thank you, sir"
"Don't thank me, thank yourself Staff Sergeant" he said smiling.
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