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10/12/2015 6:13:15 AM
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The soldiers get into the training room and set the training turrets to a lethal level. They line up behind the turrets.
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[b]She hides behind them, for she had no means of protection of weapons.[/b]
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The turrets open fire mowing down line after line of soldiers. The room became a meat grinder.
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[b]Sola stares, trying to hide still.[/b]
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A turret next to you jams and the mechanic on his way over is shot. The turret need to be fixed and he has the tools on him.
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[b]She grabs the tools, and quickly fixes the turret, for she was a tech expert.[/b]
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The turret starts firing again, covering the floor with shells.
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[b]Sola looks at an air vent in the ceiling then jumps into it, crawling through it in hopes of helping more people.[/b]
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The turrets all stop firing. The gunshots stop. Cheers of victory echo throughout the room.
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[b]She smirks, then drops into another room.[/b]
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It's the mess hall. Trays were on the ground, food everywhere and soldiers started to file back in.
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"So...did we wi- GAAH!" [b]Sola's leg suddenly collapsed on itself[/b]
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Two soldiers lift you up by the shoulders and starts carrying you to med bay. "What happened?'
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"I had a grenade injury...a doc fixed it but...it just came back I guess."
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"Yeah, probably a small break or something then." They get you to med bay and a doctor comes by.
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[b]She suddenly panics[/b] "Keelah, I need to check myself for suit punctures!"
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"Whoa, hey calm down. This is a sterile environment." A mechanic does a scan for breaches in your armor. "None that I can see." The doctor starts working on your leg.
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[b]She glares, not trusting the scans.[/b] "I'd prefer to check mysel-OW!"
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"Sorry, had to stabilize it." The doctor looks up at you. "Check it when your done, if we don't get this set, it'll break worse."
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"If I don't fix any punctures, it probably won't matter."
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"Valid point." He shoots her up with a fast acting pain agent and resets the bone. It hurts a lot but it's done.
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"GAAAH! A little warning would be nice!"
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"Sorry." He wraps a splint around the bone and back away, returning with a bottle of pain killers. "Take these every eight hours for pain as needed." He hands you the bottle.
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[b]She grabs it.[/b] "So can I check for suit punctures now?"
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"Yep. Do you need help to your room?"
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"I think I'm good..." [b]She rolls of and walks out slowly.[/b]
