Day 10: They Look So Pretty When They Bleed
Prompts Used: Blood Loss
Warnings: Blood, Stabbing, Major Character Injury
Characters: Varrich Tophrik (Meteor - Mirialan), Trooper Crew (background)
The pop of a stealth generator registered only too late; a vibroblade was already biting into Varrich's gut only to be wrenched back out just as he'd turned toward the sound with his rifle poised. Sinking to one knee, he bit back a groan as his attacker was felled with one well-aimed shot from Jorgan on a nearby rooftop.
"Major's down!" Vik barked from…somewhere. Varrich couldn't see him, but judging by the explosion that followed he wasn't far.
Pressing a hand to the bleeding hole in his stomach, he could only hiss as he added pressure. Stop the bleeding, his mind told him as he went into autopilot. Stave it off, at least until Elara's done helping Yuun.
Heavy, metal steps at his side and Varrich raised his blaster with a snarl. Injured or not, he wouldn't go down without a…fight..?
"Forex?" Relief—even as his voice was strained and that relief was shrouded by a pained grimace, it was there—as the droid put himself between Varrich and their opponents.
His armor had already been covered in grime—in ash, and dirt, and mud and blaster burns—and now blood made the duraplast slick, further stained the white surface. It soaked into the flexible fabric across his abdomen, into his glove, the dirt and dead grass beneath him.
Blink away the dizziness, he scolded himself with a shake of the head that only made it worse. Watch Forex's back, stay alert until Elara can reach you.