Post by jokor on Jul 23, 2013 8:10:29 GMT 9.5
Okay, small project that I'm slightly stuck on. So I'm just throwing what I already got up here to get some feedback. It's quite military styled and all I know about the military is books,movies, wikipedia and a lot of WH 40k fiction. Which this is a fanfiction of.
Hope you guy's enjoy this one
Sarvus hurt all over and his mind was sluggish, he faintly heard somebody call towards him and shake him. But the soothing darkness just felt so compelling. The longer he stayed there the less his left arm burned and what was once scorching heat hardly bothered him now.
“Oi! Wake up damn it.” His eyes shot open as somebody slapped him across the cheek. The man in front of him was dressed in a soothstained military fatigues. He was wearing a rebreather and a red cross was painted on his sleeve.
“Finally! I thought you were too far gone already. What's your name and squad number kid?”
The man fiddled slightly with the straps that held him in his seat before just pulling out a knife and cutting him loose.
“Sarvus Holt. 5th Squad Gallean hellhounds.” Sarvus managed to stammer out as he slowly came back to reality. His left arm hurt all the more and he could hear screams of pain and smell fire way too close for comfort. “What in the emperor's name happened?” He winced as the man roughly pulled him out of his seat and put a rebreather on his face. He could see the dead and dying around, most of them still strapped in their seats. There were a dark stains on the wals and battered pieces laid around that he quickly looked away from. He thanked the emperor that his seatbelts hadn't snapped. Noxious smoke filledthe shuttle and visibility was slowly dropping. Sarvus gave a quick look towards his left arm and blanched immediately when he saw a large steel chunk of shrapnel portruding from his arm.
The man quickly grabbed Sarvus' face and forced him to look him in the eye.
“Don't look at it. Don't touch it. I'll take a look at it when we get out.” He said in a stern voice.
The man pulled Sarvus' equipment out fromt he storage below his seat and slung it over his back.
“The shuttle crashed. We don't have much time, we need to get out here before the flames reach the fuel tanks and the entire thing lights up like a bonfire. Can you walk?”
Sarvus took a few steps, his legs hurt, but they didn't feel broken and he didn't collapse. “Yeah, legs don't feel broken so I can walk.”
The man nodded and grabbed him by his unhurt shoulder anyway.
“Good. Then let's get out of here before we end up charbroiled. Now move it.”
Both of them stumbled through the smokefilled hold of the shuttle as fast as they could. But as soon as they got outside no fresh air was waiting for them. The shuttle had smashed into the spire and ground to a halt in the middle of a massive hub that connected multiple sectors of the spire. Dust was being blown inside and Sarvus was glad for his rebreather now. Luckily the lights were still working.
The man gave Sarvus' good arm a pull. “Stop gawking and keep moving!” The duo made its way over the debris and dust covered floor and stopped in front of a steel door the man began fiddeling with they keypad at the side of it. Muttering curses underneath its breath.
“Work you fragging thing.” He grumbled before he gave it a solid wack.
“I don't think the tech spirits will lik..” His sentence died on his lips as the door slid open and he looked right into the barrel of a lascannon.
“Ah Cook, it's just you.” The woman manning it said before noticing the sharpnel sticking out of Savrus' arm. “Frag, that's gonna leave a mark.”
Almost instinctively Sarvrus' turned to take another look at his hurting arm but the firm hand of cook pulled his gaze away before he could.
The man standing besides him just sighed as he walked inside, giving her an annoyed glance pulling Sarvus' with him. The door closed behind them automatically. “I told you, Don't look at it kid. Thanks for the helpfull imput Michelle.”
The woman just laughed. “Anytime Cook.”
“Works on my nerves she does.” Sarvus' heard cook mutter underneath his breath as they walked towards an out of the way place in the room. He looked around, the room was small with rattling pipes running through the walls and hanging fromt he ceiling. From what he could see there weren't even ten people sitting around. Nursing small or large scraps or otherwise discussing what to do or keeping themselves bussy. A few gave him a friendly wave before continuing as they were before. and one person gave his arm a look and went green in the face and quickly looked away. His heart felt as if dumped in a bucket of ice. Of a dropship that housed an entire platoon this was all that got outside.
Cook forced him to sit down on a pile of blankets. The man dropped sarvus' bag besides sarvus and reached for his own pack pulling out various medical eqiupment as he looked over sarvus' arm.
“So.. How does it look?” Sarvus fearfully asked. Refusing to look as the man worked. He whinced as cook rubbed something that stung over the wound.
“Seen worse. But I gotta operate this before it gets infected and you get the fevers tough.” The man stated. Sarvus heard him rummage through his kit before he felt cook roll up his left sleeve. “Lie down will you?”
Sarvus did as he was told. Cook helped him with keeping from aggravigating the injury on his arm.
Cook picked up his tools again and looked him in the eye.
“This will sting a bit, but afterwards you won't feel a thing anymore.”
“Why's that?” He didn't get an answer before he felt a sting. But quite honestly when the drab mettalic room suddenly bursted into color, his head became woozy and a comforting numbness began affecting his body.
- - - - -
He awoke with a head that felt as if it was wrapped in cotton and sound of two people argueing. He looked around the room. He slowly tried to sit up. His stomach felt as if he had swallowed a live snake.
“Cook, Your patient woke up.”
“I saw, I saw. No need to hurry me you impatient pricks.”
Sarvus felt a hand on his shoulder push him back down. “Easy there kid. Anestasia is still in your system.”
He looked up and saw the concerned face of cook. Now without the rebreather concealing his face. “how long was I out?”
“A few hours.” he held up a hand to silence him before he could even say something. “Don't worry about that. I have something else to tell you.” Cook told him with a grim look.
Sarvus knew that wasn't a good sign and still drugged up he knew only one thing that could have happened. “Something went wrong didn't it?”
Cook nodded. “Pretty much. The shrapnel not only pierced the bone and shredded some important muscles beyond repair. There was who knows what inside the wounds and we don't have the time or equipment to care for you if you get the fevers. So I had to amputate.”
“Amputate?” He numbly repeated before he looked towards where his left arm used to be. White bandages were wrapped around what was left of his shoulder, Cook had cut of his entire arm it seemed. “Oh.” He felt at his shoulder. “I still feel my arm though.”
“Phantom limb symphtom Sarvus. Your brain hasn't figured out yet that your entire arm is missing and is just guessing. Perfectly normal.” Cook slowly said. Looking straight at him. “Look you better get ready, our squad commander and the commissar have been wrapping up their...” he gave a quick look over his shoulder, towards the two people heavily arguing in the corner. “Tactical talks so we are going to get up and moving in a while.” Cook stood up and gave him a comforting pat on his good shoulder before pointing to somebody in the room. “Puky help Sarvus on his feet again will you, If you feel you can handle that!” He walked away and a slightly green faced recruit wose fatigues were stained with speks of vomit walked over.
Hope you guy's enjoy this one
Sarvus hurt all over and his mind was sluggish, he faintly heard somebody call towards him and shake him. But the soothing darkness just felt so compelling. The longer he stayed there the less his left arm burned and what was once scorching heat hardly bothered him now.
“Oi! Wake up damn it.” His eyes shot open as somebody slapped him across the cheek. The man in front of him was dressed in a soothstained military fatigues. He was wearing a rebreather and a red cross was painted on his sleeve.
“Finally! I thought you were too far gone already. What's your name and squad number kid?”
The man fiddled slightly with the straps that held him in his seat before just pulling out a knife and cutting him loose.
“Sarvus Holt. 5th Squad Gallean hellhounds.” Sarvus managed to stammer out as he slowly came back to reality. His left arm hurt all the more and he could hear screams of pain and smell fire way too close for comfort. “What in the emperor's name happened?” He winced as the man roughly pulled him out of his seat and put a rebreather on his face. He could see the dead and dying around, most of them still strapped in their seats. There were a dark stains on the wals and battered pieces laid around that he quickly looked away from. He thanked the emperor that his seatbelts hadn't snapped. Noxious smoke filledthe shuttle and visibility was slowly dropping. Sarvus gave a quick look towards his left arm and blanched immediately when he saw a large steel chunk of shrapnel portruding from his arm.
The man quickly grabbed Sarvus' face and forced him to look him in the eye.
“Don't look at it. Don't touch it. I'll take a look at it when we get out.” He said in a stern voice.
The man pulled Sarvus' equipment out fromt he storage below his seat and slung it over his back.
“The shuttle crashed. We don't have much time, we need to get out here before the flames reach the fuel tanks and the entire thing lights up like a bonfire. Can you walk?”
Sarvus took a few steps, his legs hurt, but they didn't feel broken and he didn't collapse. “Yeah, legs don't feel broken so I can walk.”
The man nodded and grabbed him by his unhurt shoulder anyway.
“Good. Then let's get out of here before we end up charbroiled. Now move it.”
Both of them stumbled through the smokefilled hold of the shuttle as fast as they could. But as soon as they got outside no fresh air was waiting for them. The shuttle had smashed into the spire and ground to a halt in the middle of a massive hub that connected multiple sectors of the spire. Dust was being blown inside and Sarvus was glad for his rebreather now. Luckily the lights were still working.
The man gave Sarvus' good arm a pull. “Stop gawking and keep moving!” The duo made its way over the debris and dust covered floor and stopped in front of a steel door the man began fiddeling with they keypad at the side of it. Muttering curses underneath its breath.
“Work you fragging thing.” He grumbled before he gave it a solid wack.
“I don't think the tech spirits will lik..” His sentence died on his lips as the door slid open and he looked right into the barrel of a lascannon.
“Ah Cook, it's just you.” The woman manning it said before noticing the sharpnel sticking out of Savrus' arm. “Frag, that's gonna leave a mark.”
Almost instinctively Sarvrus' turned to take another look at his hurting arm but the firm hand of cook pulled his gaze away before he could.
The man standing besides him just sighed as he walked inside, giving her an annoyed glance pulling Sarvus' with him. The door closed behind them automatically. “I told you, Don't look at it kid. Thanks for the helpfull imput Michelle.”
The woman just laughed. “Anytime Cook.”
“Works on my nerves she does.” Sarvus' heard cook mutter underneath his breath as they walked towards an out of the way place in the room. He looked around, the room was small with rattling pipes running through the walls and hanging fromt he ceiling. From what he could see there weren't even ten people sitting around. Nursing small or large scraps or otherwise discussing what to do or keeping themselves bussy. A few gave him a friendly wave before continuing as they were before. and one person gave his arm a look and went green in the face and quickly looked away. His heart felt as if dumped in a bucket of ice. Of a dropship that housed an entire platoon this was all that got outside.
Cook forced him to sit down on a pile of blankets. The man dropped sarvus' bag besides sarvus and reached for his own pack pulling out various medical eqiupment as he looked over sarvus' arm.
“So.. How does it look?” Sarvus fearfully asked. Refusing to look as the man worked. He whinced as cook rubbed something that stung over the wound.
“Seen worse. But I gotta operate this before it gets infected and you get the fevers tough.” The man stated. Sarvus heard him rummage through his kit before he felt cook roll up his left sleeve. “Lie down will you?”
Sarvus did as he was told. Cook helped him with keeping from aggravigating the injury on his arm.
Cook picked up his tools again and looked him in the eye.
“This will sting a bit, but afterwards you won't feel a thing anymore.”
“Why's that?” He didn't get an answer before he felt a sting. But quite honestly when the drab mettalic room suddenly bursted into color, his head became woozy and a comforting numbness began affecting his body.
- - - - -
He awoke with a head that felt as if it was wrapped in cotton and sound of two people argueing. He looked around the room. He slowly tried to sit up. His stomach felt as if he had swallowed a live snake.
“Cook, Your patient woke up.”
“I saw, I saw. No need to hurry me you impatient pricks.”
Sarvus felt a hand on his shoulder push him back down. “Easy there kid. Anestasia is still in your system.”
He looked up and saw the concerned face of cook. Now without the rebreather concealing his face. “how long was I out?”
“A few hours.” he held up a hand to silence him before he could even say something. “Don't worry about that. I have something else to tell you.” Cook told him with a grim look.
Sarvus knew that wasn't a good sign and still drugged up he knew only one thing that could have happened. “Something went wrong didn't it?”
Cook nodded. “Pretty much. The shrapnel not only pierced the bone and shredded some important muscles beyond repair. There was who knows what inside the wounds and we don't have the time or equipment to care for you if you get the fevers. So I had to amputate.”
“Amputate?” He numbly repeated before he looked towards where his left arm used to be. White bandages were wrapped around what was left of his shoulder, Cook had cut of his entire arm it seemed. “Oh.” He felt at his shoulder. “I still feel my arm though.”
“Phantom limb symphtom Sarvus. Your brain hasn't figured out yet that your entire arm is missing and is just guessing. Perfectly normal.” Cook slowly said. Looking straight at him. “Look you better get ready, our squad commander and the commissar have been wrapping up their...” he gave a quick look over his shoulder, towards the two people heavily arguing in the corner. “Tactical talks so we are going to get up and moving in a while.” Cook stood up and gave him a comforting pat on his good shoulder before pointing to somebody in the room. “Puky help Sarvus on his feet again will you, If you feel you can handle that!” He walked away and a slightly green faced recruit wose fatigues were stained with speks of vomit walked over.
