Chapter 4
The rescue team received a message from their Admiral's ship.
Subject: Rebel fleet
This is Haven, the ship's A.I. if you encounter rebels do not fire, we have a truce, they are sending ground troops and have med bays at the ready if needed. Thank you.
The seven marines read this message and realized the spartan could be saved. They exited the section of the ship they were crowded in and informed the rescue team.
"Excellent!" exclaimed one of them, his hands covered in the dried blood. His name was mark and he was the older of the two rescuers, they were brothers who grew up on Reach and joined the U.N.S.C. at ages 20 and 18, last year.
"Great, let's hurry though." the younger, Hank, said with a worried tone of voice "he's lost a lot of blood and may not last any longer on the life support we have." they all understood the danger D382 was in and moved faster to get the ship on course to a rebel med bay. The nearest was ten minutes away and they were running out of time.
They reached the hanger and called for a medic. A few bewildered faces turned towards them, other kept working on their ships or doing other tasks. With his wounds too severe to be moved without a stretcher, the unconscious spartan could not be moved.
"Here!" a new humanoid appeared with a man following close behind, they where both had medical equipment and the man was pushing a stretcher. "We heard a call for a medic, we're guessing it was you?"
"Yes, he's in the cargo bay and requires immediate attention." the second spartan appeared and frightened the newcomers. He stood a foot taller than everyone in the room and heads turned when he exited the ship.
"What are you?" asked the man with the stretcher shrinking at the sight of the huge soldier.
"I am spartan J052 of the U.N.S.C." he stood a little taller when saying this "and you are?"
"I-I'm Zay, trained doctor for the rebel alliance" he too stood a little taller.
"Can you save my friend?" he asked hopefully.
"I can try, where is he? What happened?" asked the medic now full of confidence. The spartan pointed into the pelican. The two medics walked in with the stretcher to find the man. What they found was a 6'9 pale and scarred man with bandages covering his left side. "My god….what happened to this man?" the medics loaded him onto the stretcher, he was too tall and they had to adjust it to fit him. Another marine hobbled out of the pelican, towards the medics.
""E' was stabbed lad! Th' man faced a l'ght s'ord weildin foe!" his accent was irish and full of pain he winced and tried to walk out further.
"McGregor, you're not fit enough to be out, go and rest. You were shot seven times, it's a miracle your alive." Hank said while his brother assisted the rebel doctors.
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