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It is now 8:17 eastern time where i live...... no......chapter............................................




where is it?:(

  • 01.16.2006 5:18 PM PDT
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i just thought of a great idea for clark, if you read the new there is a job opening for a skilled writer who knows alot about halo and good gameing skill, clark this is your destiny it points right to you, go and take the initiative, cause i bet you might get it

  • 01.16.2006 5:38 PM PDT
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Posted by: holdthelineNoobs
i just thought of a great idea for clark, if you read the new there is a job opening for a skilled writer who knows alot about halo and good gameing skill, clark this is your destiny it points right to you, go and take the initiative, cause i bet you might get it


plus, Bungie is located near Seattle, WA, which is relatively close to where he is, (Edmonton?), plus he said something about moving to British Columbia...which is even closer.

  • 01.16.2006 5:42 PM PDT
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the gods must wish it, man i wont be able to read the story till tomorow. where is the chap! i've been going on bungie every half hour and still no chap, don't feel guilty clark i'm not yelling at you * hides knife behind back*.

  • 01.16.2006 5:46 PM PDT

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  • 01.16.2006 6:04 PM PDT
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Whats a couple of hours to us, the faithful?
Can we but stand in our glorious misery, knowing that the redemption may be minutes away?
Glad to hear everyone is alive and well.

  • 01.16.2006 7:06 PM PDT
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Glad you both are okay, Clark.

  • 01.16.2006 7:07 PM PDT
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I will always place the mission first.
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Posted by: holdthelineNoobs
i just thought of a great idea for clark, if you read the new there is a job opening for a skilled writer who knows alot about halo and good gameing skill, clark this is your destiny it points right to you, go and take the initiative, cause i bet you might get it


ya thats the perfect job for you Mr. Clark you should apply

  • 01.16.2006 7:41 PM PDT
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Crap on a cracker. Sorry guys, I didn't know there was TWO episodes of 24 on tonight as well. Haha, oh geez, I'm gonna be late for work.

Konoka will edit the chapter while I'm gone, and when i get home i'll post the nice, clean edited version. Well actually it'll likely just be a link to the story on fanfiction.net, but hey, it'll be there...

That Bungie job sounds interesting, but Frankie has all ready stated that this is a job for experienced people (ie: They don't want a bunch of kids that think there hot stuff applying. Granted I don't think I'm hot anything).

  • 01.16.2006 9:21 PM PDT

Phoenix is dead, long live Phoenix!
Is it?

hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
So Tomorrow?

  • 01.16.2006 10:08 PM PDT
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Unnnnnnngu!

I'm exhausted, dying, something. But I did it, all for you guys.

THE LATEST CHAPTER IS HERE!

If the link doesn't work cause you guys killed it, then follow these step by step instructions....

1) Open your web browser, enter the URL http://www.fanfiction.net.

2) Go to the section marked GAMES

3) Go to the subsection marked HALO

4) Find the story called, 'The End of a War' and click on it.

There ya go. Simple right?

I'll post the actual chapter when I wake up, but remember what I said. The chapter YEARNS to be read on fanfiction.net, because Bungie is gonna pulverize it with its language barriers. Especially Johnson's big scene in the end, that's just gonna be bad. Still I'll post cause some of you guys love having it here, and I cater to your every desire.

Send me love either through reviewing on ff.net, or coming back here and telling me how much you loved/hated/iffy the chapter, and then demand I release the next chapter tomorrow.

Be back in 10 hours I'd say.

[Edited on 1/17/2006]

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as I was lying on my bed at the night gazing the stars wondering one thing; Where the hell my roof went.

I am a Zombie.
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Sarge, Sarge goddamn!

Great work Mr_C, just great work.

I was first confused about first person style, but then more I read it, more it became clearer.
You surely do know how to write.

So cruel, first you introduce new character i.e Elisa Deniz, and within second you take it away. So cruel.

Sarge the ultimate badass. One that can take on head-to-head with Flood Leader, Kill Sharquoi and survive Flood attack. Only one person would prove as badass as he does. CPO Mendez.

Superpowers? No, it is common that just before death your brains stop acting they have acted before, limiting your strenght and so on. So when these limits are gone, human can make almost anything.


  • 01.17.2006 8:20 AM PDT
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Wow...this really atracted a lot of people...

  • 01.17.2006 8:39 AM PDT
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wow, good work as always Mr. Clark
i think that perhaps u shouldnt push so hard to get these out if u really have that much trouble

of coarse then people would whine and such

perhaps u should get one of those programs that type for you when you talk, that way you wouldnt hav to type, you could just talk

  • 01.17.2006 9:04 AM PDT
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Posted by: holdthelineNoobs
plus, Bungie is located near Seattle, WA, which is relatively close to where he is, (Edmonton?), plus he said something about moving to British Columbia...which is even closer.


Edmonton, is not exactly an easy commute to Bungie in Kirkland. Kirkland is across lake Washington from Seattle surrounded by the upper crust neighborhoods and many a Starbucks. Even Mr. Gates lives just south of the campus on the water. Perhaps not a humble enough of a place for our mr. Clark.

Edmonton is a 780 mile drive through two mountain ranges, past the town of marlboro, one major border, two provinces and more than one bird in a tree. It is a roughly 14 hour drive.

MAP-----> Here
Now Clark, if you are fortunate to gain employment at our favorite company, I suggest highly you leave the driving of the moving truck to your pal Konaka. Yes, there is a risk of her seizing up in a paralyzing shock while driving, but it's your best bet!

Now, I have a feeling you would be making it over the water to Seattle often. The asian food in Kirkland is limited to some expensive Sushi (although good), where as Seattle has a much larger range in cuisine. Driving here is a little bit of taking your life into your own hands. It seems that every mom in their 4wd lexus or explorer is out exterminate your existence in blissfull ignorance.

Anyhow, looking forward to reading your short story over lunch. Thanks Clark!






[Edited on 1/17/2006]

  • 01.17.2006 10:01 AM PDT
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Posted by: holdthelineNoobs
plus, Bungie is located near Seattle, WA, which is relatively close to where he is, (Edmonton?), plus he said something about moving to British Columbia...which is even closer.


Edmonton, is not exactly an easy commute to Bungie in Kirkland. Kirkland is across lake Washington from Seattle surrounded by the upper crust neighborhoods and many a Starbucks. Even Mr. Gates lives just south of the campus on the water. Perhaps not a humble enough of a place for our mr. Clark.

Edmonton is a 780 mile drive through two mountain ranges, past the town of marlboro, one major border, two provinces and more than one bird in a tree. It is a roughly 14 hour drive.

MAP-----> Here
Now Clark, if you are fortunate to gain employment at our favorite company, I suggest highly you leave the driving of the moving truck to your pal Konaka. Yes, there is a risk of her seizing up in a paralyzing shock while driving, but it's your best bet!

Now, I have a feeling you would be making it over the water to Seattle often. The asian food in Kirkland is limited to some expensive Sushi (although good), where as Seattle has a much larger range in cuisine. Driving here is a little bit of taking your life into your own hands. It seems that every mom in their 4wd lexus or explorer is out exterminate your existence in blissfull ignorance.

Anyhow, looking forward to reading your short story over lunch. Thanks Clark!




Coooooooool........do it again! Do it again! LOL!

  • 01.17.2006 10:43 AM PDT
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Great job Mr_Clark. Your right, if you understand what is going on with Johnson in this chapter, it really is kinda scary/saddening.

  • 01.17.2006 1:28 PM PDT
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like i said it is one of the most cherished chaps of all

  • 01.17.2006 1:51 PM PDT
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I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
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I will never leave a fallen comrade.

Posted by: Mr_Clark
Crap on a cracker. Sorry guys, I didn't know there was TWO episodes of 24 on tonight as well. Haha, oh geez, I'm gonna be late for work.

Konoka will edit the chapter while I'm gone, and when i get home i'll post the nice, clean edited version. Well actually it'll likely just be a link to the story on fanfiction.net, but hey, it'll be there...

That Bungie job sounds interesting, but Frankie has all ready stated that this is a job for experienced people (ie: They don't want a bunch of kids that think there hot stuff applying. Granted I don't think I'm hot anything).


that was another good night of 24 and Mr. Clark you are good enough to get that job, if you really want it go for it, you are an amazing writer and that is what they need. That was a great side story, Johnson is awesome.

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Is Johnson slowly becoming infested by the flood?????? Think about that....

  • 01.17.2006 2:11 PM PDT
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I don't post much but...

Nice addition Mr. Clark.

Is it just me, or do you and Sergeant Johnson have some parallels? Both aflicked with physical and emotional sarrows, both determined to overcome trials and live.

Am I crazy, or have recent personal challenges been recorded in this awsome side story?

Keep up the good work!

  • 01.17.2006 2:35 PM PDT
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I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.

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Is Johnson slowly becoming infested by the flood?????? Think about that....


i think so

  • 01.17.2006 3:08 PM PDT

Phoenix is dead, long live Phoenix!
Is it?

Okay... No offense but I dont think that was as good as youre other chapters, it was way to confusing. It was ok, but not in the league you normally write in. I dont know how you could improve it, but I had a fealing something was missing.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

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Once again, posting this because of popular demand, but please read it on fanfiction.net. I've got a couple things to talk about, so I'll finish off after the chapter's been posted.

Author’s Notes: Small side-story for everyone while I get back on track. After a multitude of problems (family emergencies, too many hospital visits for myself, a very stressful holiday period) I’m finally somewhat back in the swing of things around here, so here’s hoping that I can get started on the next real chapter. In the meantime, enjoy this close, personal look at Sergeant Johnson.

This is indeed integral to the overall story, as its basically a deleted scene so to speak, from Chapter 22. More from me below…(apologies for the very forceful language in this chapter, but its to be expected from soldiers, right?)

‘The End of a War’ Side Story

The Defense of Gestahl

Air Space, Danrun - Approximately 200 Miles from Gestahl
7 December, 2552
37:43 (Covenant Planet Danrun Daily Cycles Integrated)


My head was swimming as we pulled through the zero gee bank, the Pelican rumbling like my old ‘23 Fogol Cruiser. That little -blam!- knew how to roar when she wanted to, but with a little effort on my part, she could purr like the contented beast that I knew she was. The memory of that car, my first car when I was only sixteen years old, was a lifetime ago, when everything was simpler.

Back then my ambitions were usually involved with nothing more than drinking and laughing it up with my boys back at school. Grades and schoolwork…that -blam!- never had much to do with me, and I was glad to reciprocate, keeping my distance from anything that might further my education. The only reason I kept up appearance by going to school was for my mother. She wanted me to have a good life, not the dreary existence everyone else around me seemed to have and desire. Busting her ass every day, working just to put food on the table and pay the fees necessary to keep living in the corrupt world we existed in. Guilt was what it was. I couldn’t look her in the eyes and tell her I had no intention of going to college or university, that woulda been nothing more than a slap to the face. I probably would have earned a couple myself. She was a loving mother, but when the time came she could tear into someone like a rabid dog.

I wonder what she felt when the Covenant came and destroyed her home. Her life. Erasing everything that was left, as if her whole life was nothing more than a smudge that could be erased.

-blam!-. I’m doing it again. I keep losing myself, and I can’t keep hating these Covenant bastards, not when I’m only a few minutes away from coming to their aid. Remembering how much they’ve taken from me is not the best way to start a rescue mission.

Rescue mission? I can’t believe that’s what Captain Keyes is calling this. Suicide mission sounds a bit better. The Covenant outnumber us three times over, and I can only imagine how much they’re itching to start pounding on the Elites.

“Hey Sarge! You wool-gathering over there or something?”

Private Pearson, a Marine out of the Capula System. His family fled before the Covenant arrived, and were lucky enough to get Green Cards letting them onto Earth. The mouthy little bastard probably had it in for the Covenant by then, and wanted to win the war on his own, thus the speedy application to the UNSC.

The kid woulda been better off staying with his folks, living out however long humanity had in a state of ignorant peace. That way he could die without any regrets.

“Private, if I should ever appear to be ‘wool-gathering’ that means you stay the hell out of my way, and since I’m such a nice guy, I shall indulge your general fund of knowledge. When I put on my ‘wool-gathering’ face, that means I’m in a -blam!--kicking mood, and usually, the first thing to catch my attention is who gets the -blam!- kicked out of them first. Now are you sure that asking me such a dumb -blam!- question is the right thing to do?”

My face is twisted into what I’m betting was a scowl. Why couldn’t this little idiot let me have a few more minutes of peace? I’ve spent over half my life protecting and fighting, so why the hell can’t I get more than a few minutes peace?

“Pearson you dumb -blam!-!” another Marine spoke, and I recognized the southern drawl. It was Corporal Walle. “Sarge ain’t about to get caught unaware, and he especially ain’t about to let some wet-behind-the-ears Private tell him off.”

“No need to get defensive, Walle!” Private Pearson retorted over the thrum of the Pelican’s engines. My attention diverted from the two Marines and out the small window giving me a vantage point towards the action outside. We’d drifted into the upper portions of the planet by the looks of it. Things were about to get bumpy.

“You mind telling me what we’re doing in this chicken-blam!- mission Sarge?” Pearson demanded. Obviously he had tired of arguing with Corporal Walle. A sigh escaped me as I was dragged back into the verbal sparring match.

“Private Pearson, you were present when Captain Keyes gave the debriefing. The Covenant stand to overtake a sizable portion of the ex-Covenant defensive sphere, and we’re going in to help them hold the line,” I explained. I put conviction in my tone, making it appear that I felt what we were doing was necessary. Inside, I’m not sure what I would have said given the choice. Regardless, Captain Keyes gave the order, and it was our job to get the mission done.

“Bull-blam!-,” Pearson remarked bitterly. “We spend the last few decades fightin’ these pieces of -blam!-, only to turn around on a goddamn dime and start pulling their asses out of the fire when it gets a little too hot for them? What the -blam!- are we doing?”

“Stow the whining Private,” Corporal Walle interjected before I had the chance. I’m glad he did, I don’t think my response would have been as convincing.

“Are you saying I don’t have a point?” Pearson asked intently, I didn’t like the way the other soldiers seemed to be hanging onto his every word.

“Why the hell do I gotta put my ass on the line to save a bunch of alien freaks? Just because the big bad Prophets decide they don’t like the way they been stinking up the place, doesn’t mean they suddenly earn sympathy points from me. If you ask me we should just sit back and let these alien -blam!-s kill each other off.”

“Nobody asked you Private,” I responded, aware that my tone was anything but strong.

“-blam!- Sarge! Even you have to think we’d be better off back on Earth! We’re out here helping out some aliens that wanted to see us extinct not event two months ago, and while we’re here, our families back on Earth are getting turned into -blam!- freaks of nature. You tell me! Where would we be better off fighting?”

Aside from Corporal Walle, I could tell everyone was agreeing with what Pearson was spurting out non-stop. Somewhere deep down I’m sure even I agreed with him on some level.

But that didn‘t mean he was right…

“Heh, so you think we should head back home huh?” I asked, the calm I was exuding surprising even me. Seated as I was, I could barely make eye contact with Pearson from where he was strapped in.

“Let me ask you, Private. How long do you think it would take before the Covenant came looking for us again? A few months? Maybe even a year? It won’t matter how long they take, because that first trip they took was only the opening act. If the Elites can’t beat the Covenant back into submission, you’re going to see what its like to be on the receiving end of the strongest -blam!- force this universe has to offer. Earth will be a smoldering rock by the time the Covenant are finished. You won’t even get to fire your gun. One minute they’ll be here, and the next…nothing.”

“You want to turn back and -blam!- run away to Earth, you go ahead and petition the Captain to do it. And when she tells you that your mission is to be here, you can walk away thankful, because she just saved you from experiencing something worse then death.”

[Edited on 1/17/2006]

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Memories crash through me. The feel of the sharp pincer as it pierced my neck, and the horror as something began moving inside of me, tearing away at my body like a scavenger. The desire to scream, my blood burning as I lost control of my body. The only thing I can do is scream ,but by then I couldn’t remember how.

“Nobody can go against the Flood and survive. There’s only been one sonofa-blam!- lucky enough to fight the bastards head on and still walk away, and right now he ain’t around to help.”

Silence. Combat boots shuffling against the metal deck are drowned out by the engines. I chewed Private Pearson out not because he was getting on my nerves, it was mainly because he was voicing things that shouldn’t be said, not right before we set out to fight a battle where I’m sure none of these men will come back alive from. Doubts before war will always occur, but to have them voiced, to have those sentiments shared by those around you, it means there’s weight behind your thoughts. Those things can crush a soldier in the heat of battle, and I don’t want to see anyone else die needless deaths.

“Its your choice Pearson. You can do everything possible in a wasteful effort to get back to Earth, where you’ll die and become food for the Flood. Or you can shut that trap of yours and get ready for the battle, because it sure as hell isn’t going to wait around for you.”

A mumbled apology is all I get in response from the soldier, his eyes downcast and focused on the rough surface of his boots. -blam!-, now I’m starting to feel bad. These men need to think of me as their leader, but I’d rather I didn’t have to smack them around to get the message across.

Outside the small window I can see the battlefield now. The Covenant force was incredible. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, vehicles, and other weapons of war were out along the incredible expanse of open space that lay before the city of Gestahl. Immeasurable amounts of firepower streamed towards the city limits, crushing buildings and soldiers alike. The Covenant were unleashing an artillery barrage unlike anything I’d seen before. The Elites in Gestahl weren’t defenseless, but their retaliatory attacks were unfocused and typically fell short of their targets. The forces in Gestahl were at a disadvantage when conducting these tactics. Outside of the major populate cities on the planet, the Covenant had glassed and covered the ground with a sturdy metal surface, eliminating any targets that the Elites might be able to use to zero in on the Covenant forces.

Unfortunately for the soldiers in the city, the Covenant had more than enough targets. Judging from the smoke and fire streaming from the city, the Covenant were driving that point home as hard as possible.

The Pelican began to accelerate, the thrum of the engines becoming a heavy roar as we broke into a heavy dive. It wasn’t going to take long for the Covenant to realize where we were, and when they did, we were going to be on the receiving end of their attacks. One hit from their plasma cannons would be enough to wipe out a Pelican and anyone unfortunate enough to be inside.

“We’re going in hot boys, keep your heads up…but not too far up.”

A poor attempt at humor to lighten the situation, and judging from the nervous chuckles that arose from my comment, the others knew it too. They laughed because the alternative was going back to the darkness inside of them, and right now anyone would gladly take an extended hand to pull them from that abyss.

Looking from face to face, I realized I was the most senior soldier aboard. Adding up the service of every other soldier would still leave them a few years short from matching my own time served. An old war dog, that’s what I was to these kids. Some dumb sonofa-blam!- that hasn’t realized how lucky he is to have survived for so long.

Lucky? How could anyone call this lucky?

Against my will I started fingering the intricate metal along my artificial limb. A sharp crackle of static blasted through my com link, signaling that someone was about to speak.

“Things are getting rough out there, so make sure you sit tight and don’t wander about.”

It was the pilot of our Pelican, Lieutenant Elisa Deniz. A short woman with a temper that could only be described with wild gestures and panicked looks. She knew how to hold her own against anything that might cross her path, and I respected her all the more for it.

I suppose the sudden silence should have tipped me off, but when it happened I was still knocked for a loop. One second I was fingering the knots on my harness, and the next, the entire front half of the Pelican was gone. A surreal moment followed, where the remnants of our ship coasted for a few moments after the plasma cannon round wiped out Lieutenant Deniz and her copilot. I couldn’t remember his name for some reason, and on reflection, I guess it was a stupid -blam!- thing to wonder about at the time.

Inertia finally took over and we began to plummet towards the ground at a speed I didn’t even want to guess. The wind screamed around us, filling the empty void as every soldier had their voices stolen from the terror coursing through their veins. Despite the urge to clench my eyes shut and wait for the inevitable crash, I twisted my head to gaze out the now wide open front end of our ship. We were falling at an angle, coasting almost. I had only a few seconds to realize that we’d probably hit the ground only a few hundred meters from the city before there was a sickening sound of metal being crushed as we struck the reinforced metallic earth that seemed to cover the entirety of the planet.

Mercifully my eyes finally closed, sparing me the sight of PFC Frank Miller as the section of wall behind him suddenly tore free and crumpled like a sheet of paper. The boy’s screams of terror were lost as he was encapsulated within a metal tomb, the sickening crush of flesh and bone assaulting my ears as I was savagely rocked in my seat. The force of our initial impact was enough to steal the breaths of every man aboard, and I sat in silence as the ship began to tumble and slide across the ground, sparks kicking up and our metallic shelter being torn away.

There seemed to be a grand pause before I realized that we’d stopped, and surprisingly I appeared to have survived without any injuries (not that such a thing would bother me anymore). Around me came the cries and groans of the others, and I was at once pleased and saddened to hear them. I would rather that they had all died then to survive whilst being mortally injured. The trip to Gestahl was one-way, and we wouldn’t be getting a lift back to the Lewis Puller until the Covenant either overran us and the survivors somehow contacted the ship, or we beat back the Covenant. There wasn’t going to be time to look after any wounded, evidenced as much to the fact that we didn’t even have a medic with our platoon.

“Sound off! How many of you are alive!?” I bellowed, trying to unhinge myself from the straps that likely saved my life during our decent and impact.

One by one I received acknowledgments from the remaining soldiers. PFC Miller, PFC Cortez, and Corporal Walle failed to respond. I knew what happened to Miller, but not the other two and I could feel something heavy settle in the pit of my stomach. Opening small slits allowing me to see, I caught a my first glimpse of what remained.

The entire roof of the Pelican had been sheered away, angry tears that bent the metal down to face us. The outstretched hand of a demon, coming to claim the lives of those that still lived. It was a miracle that so many of us survived. The Pelican must have hit the ground at an angle sharp enough to keep the fuel reserves from detonating and finishing what the impact hadn’t accomplished.

PFC Cortez was the first body I spotted. He was still strapped into his jump seat, and it wasn’t until I saw the unnatural bend in his neck that I realized he was dead, and not just unconscious. The shock from the impact must have caused Cortez’s neck to snap under the strain. It wasn’t a clean way to die, but as my eyes settled on Corporal Walle, I realized there were far worse ways to go.

Walle had been unfortunate enough to be sitting next to PFC Miller, and was nearly caught in the same metal tomb that housed Miller. Instead, the metal that had crumpled and was shorn away did not crush Corporal Walle… it impaled him. Protruding from his chest was a section of the outer Pelican skin that had somehow cracked through the interior, and ended up cutting right through Walle. His chest was rising and falling slightly, so he was still alive at least, but judging from the position of the metal shrapnel, he’d be gone before anything could be done. I wasn’t an experienced medic by any means, the most I could do was simple dressings for wounds, and maybe lend a shoulder or an arm to help a wounded soldier off the battlefield. Without a surgeon nearby, Walle was as good as dead.

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