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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 18 2010, 11:08 PM (68 Views) | |
| Wild | Oct 18 2010, 11:08 PM Post #1 |
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Stumbling through a hallway inside one of the fortified buildings of the Rangers, Wild retracted his helmet on his black and white armor. Coughing from the recent battle, Wild straightened himself up as he rubbed his exposed arm. "Goddamnit, the Knights have been running more and more interference," Wild mutters, as he walked past one of the older members before rounding a corner. Entering the mechanics' workshop, Wild disengaged his armor and handed the device over. "Here you go, fix it up will you?" "Sure thing Wild, and don't forget," the mechanic says, outstretching his hand. Grumbling to himself, Wild hands off his glasses before placing a set of contacts in his eyes. "You know...I really hate these things, but extra pairs of glasses keep getting destroyed too often." "Yeah I know, the armor will be ready in two days, get some rest. Seems they roughed you up out there," the mechanic says, setting the compacted damaged armor aside. "Rather not think about it," Wild responds back before leaving the room, ejecting out a small disc from his armor. Placing it inside his jacket's breast pocket, Wild continued along the make-shift base to the mess hall. While the Rangers weren't a military organization, they did certainly adopt certain features to maintain a level of command and efficiency. Despite being only 23 years old Wild was making himself out to be one of the melee-specialists of the group. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, Wild rested his head on the table, avoiding putting pressure on the injured armor. "I hope the info I found was worth it....why were there so many Knights out there?" |
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| Mr.Bushido | Nov 4 2010, 08:53 PM Post #2 |
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Grunting filled the hallways of the packed Ranger buildings as a Ranger later identified as Akira Renjiro was strolled in from an evac truck. His power armor was all but destroyed and his right leg was shattered with the armoring embedded into his skin. The pain would make any sane man fall to the ground in tears, but it was not the first time he felt such pain. The loss of his arm was equally painful, although less in duration. Akira slammed his fist into the stroller, denting the metal casing. "Get his armor off, and get him into an X-ray!" a voice shouted. Akira was lifted into the x-ray machine gently as not to cause him anymore pain. After a few minutes scans indicated that almost every bone in his leg had been crushed. The doctor decided that the leg would have to be amputated as if it was left as it was, blood was flowing to his leg and he was losing it too fast. If action wasn't taken, Akira would die by blood loss, or potentially by infection in the small chance that the blood would clot. With medical technology as advanced as it was, a prosthetic leg would be the best option. Akira protested but he eventually succumb to logic and anesthetics. Next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed with a bandaged up leg. He still felt as if he could move his leg, but that was just a delay in his brain's reaction to the amputation. Akira crawled out of bed, grabbing nearby clutches to aid him in his attempts to walk. He didn't get too far before falling on his face. He managed to make it out of the door, but a nurse warned him that he should stay put as the doctors still needed to perform the second stage of the operation; installing the prosthetic. |
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| Wild | Nov 6 2010, 03:28 AM Post #3 |
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Delivering his report, the data in the disc determined one thing. The Barcalow Knights were planning a major operation in the Mideast Territory. For Wild, it had been a year since going to that area. Shaking his head, Wild wandered into the medical wing of the base, where he saw the various states of several of the men and women injured by the USMP and Barcalow Knights. Glancing away from the rooms, Wild noticed one person move out of his room. Hearing the nurses trying to warn him were clearly not reaching him. He shrugged to himself and walked over to the man in the crutches. "Seems they got you pretty rough out there," Wild says, looking him over and noting the missing leg, as well as the already attached prosthetic arm. "The name's Wild by the way." |
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| Mr.Bushido | Nov 6 2010, 03:49 AM Post #4 |
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Akira looked up at Wild, and then leaned against the wall. Wild's words were a grim reminder of his defeat, but Akira knew it wasn't an intentional attack, so he shook it off. Such defeat in the past would be replied with seppeku, but although Akira followed the code of Bushido, he took its teachings with a grain of salt. He noticed Wild glancing at his arm as well as his leg, and he continued the conversation with jest, which was uncommon as Akira was rarely frivolous. He then followed with an introduction as he raised his left arm to shake hands. "Heh, you should of seen the other guy...or guys...as for my arm, I lost it long before today...my name is Akira, I transferred from California. Pleased to meet you" |
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| Wild | Nov 15 2010, 01:33 AM Post #5 |
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"Good to meet you," Wild says, shaking the outstretched arm. "I won't be staying long around here. I have to go back to the Mideast Territory. Some trouble's brewing up," Wild continues, leaning against the wall. "Don't know what though. Anyway, you should get some rest. Prosthetic limbs I hear are a real pain to get attached if everything isn't done accordingly. I'll stop by before by go, see if you're conscious after the op." With that, Wild patted Akira on the shoulder and walked off, silently thinking to himself. Back home...I wonder how she's doing...wonder if she forgot about me or what. Doesn't matter, at this point I'm just a ghost. |
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