by InfernalAngel » Sun Jul 21, 2013 4:52 am
Sergeant, Andrew Hutcherson lay bleeding in mud and tall ferns. his leg cut, and his armor shredded like nothing. His body was half numb from blood loss and shock.
He rolled over on his side and reached out for Major Sarah Hall. A few feet from her, lied two heavily automated combat drones torn into scrap metal. Equipped with more firepower than tanks, the two hulking drones had been annihilated.
"Sarah!", screamed Corporal Ilshstein as he shook her body. He had tried everything in his training to save her. But in the end, the skills of a combat medic could not heal a broken mind and heart. The Major's own vibroblade laid buried in her chest.
The Corporal, seeing Hutcherson quickly moved to tend to the Sergeant's wounds.
"Dammit Hutcherson I thought you'd left me too." , shuddered the medic.
"I had thought the same, corporal." , whisper Hutcherson, his face covered in dried blood.
"I won't let you die here, sir." started the Medic as he tended to Hutcherson's wounds.
Coughing up blood, Andrew barely gasped, "I'm lying in a pile of brass, corporal, I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I know." replied the medic, though no other living man was now listening.
"Auferre, trucidare, rapere, falsis nominibus imperium; atque, ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant."
"They plunder, they slaughter, and they steal: this they falsely name Empire, and where they make a wasteland, they call it peace."