Doc sighed quietly after being asked the inevitable question on how many would actually make it, and gave his honest opinion. "With the amount of time its going to take to secure the hold out well enough for the LAAT to medivac those clones, coupled with their injuries taxing them and being balanced against other casualties inbound for the nearest field hospital? Half, at best. At worse, maybe a quarter of them. A lot of their injuries didn't look bad superficially, but caused some serious complications under the skin, as it were. More than I'm equipped to handle here." If he had the tools and means to actually do some serious surgery beyond cutting off things with scalpels, he could have done some more than just a momentary stabilization. The commando's injuries were not bad, superficial mainly, and nothing the bacta patch couldn't put back together. He should consider himself lucky, really.
When asked about if he was good to go, Doc nodded, grabbing his own blaster rifle and slinging the medical supplies back onto his back. "Your good to go, the patch won't be falling off easy, so don't worry about that. Try not to get a blaster bolt to the head though, that is a bit harder to patch back together. Not impossible though." He joined in a volley of return fire, ducking down to scan for additional casualties. Thankfully, they were not as thick now since the help had arrived, but should anyone fall, Doc would be sprinting between volleys to get to them. That was his job, after all, and he had to keep to it until this bloody war was finally done with.
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Doc heard the Jedi Knight sound off, that support was inbound. And indeed it was, with jet pack troopers and their decoys moving to act. That inevitable droid march they so loved backfired, leaving them in the open with no cover. The advance order was not for him, however, not yet, as he was still working on injured troops. Besides that, having a medic charging alongside the assault troops wouldn't be as helpful as having him follow and grab the wounded and pull them to cover, providing fire support where able. Of course, the assault had some injured going down, and he heard the familiar sound of a LAAT incoming. All sorts of help all at once, it seemed.
Doc was analyzing the situation when he heard all manner of things going right, and wrong, at the same time. He heard the LAAT make a hard landing, courtesy of Six, an ARC trooper that had been rather helpful this entire time, when it came to a war perspective. He responded to Six's orders as well, wrapping up on the Clone that he was working on, making sure he was stabilized to prevent him from being injured further. Looking at the clones he was placed in command of, he nodded briefly before snapping off orders. "Roger that Six, thanks for the help. Alright men, going to keep it simple, continued suppression pattern onto the Sep forces. I need to start moving the wounded and grab those that are injured. Let's work fast, men."
The clones that were placed under his command opened fire, a heavy volley of blaster bolts flied towards the Sep forces, giving Doc time to get the first of the wounded men safely back to the LAAT, and he spotted where a downed clone on his path back. That one was still firing, and had ended up in close quarters combat before being hit, it seemed. He would have to grab him when he had the chance, but there was still several more wounded to retrieve as he continued to dispatch simple orders, focusing fire on certain positions, distracting fire from the medic and his patients as he sprinted back and forth, dragging wounded men back to the LAAT, which was both a safer position now that it was on the ground and could transport the wounded once the anti air was dealt with. Finished with the wounded currently, he ducked down behind some rubble, breathing hard and firing several blaster rounds at the Sep forces, dispatching new orders.
"We still got wounded ahead of us, cover and advance, I need to grab them and start patching them up before relocating them back to the LAAT." Half the clones opened fire while Doc and the other half raced forward, blaster fire whizzing over their heads, and hitting the ground around them. Reaching cover, they opened fire to allow the other half to move up as well. The extra bodies, coupled with the Jedi's brazen assault was pushing against the Sep fortress steadily now. He was close enough to reach the wounded trooper, the markings on his armor making him stand out as Pheonix, a commando that had followed the Jedi in and was injured now. "Cover me, grabbing more wounded!" Short, and to the point, he made his dash out towards the injured clone, the clone forces behind him putting out an impressive amount of fire. A quick glance confirmed that it was a shot to the side, and he grabbed the trooper, speaking at the same time. "Keep your head down, going to have you patched up in no time."
Doc would pull the commando to the nearest piece of cover, yelling back towards the clone forces to fire and advance, in line with the orders that the Jedi gave, while he broke out some bacta patches. "Got lucky, doesn't look too bad. I'd wager you'll be back into it without need for the medivac. At least that should be able to wait until after this nut is cracked." With that, Doc would set to work patching up the commando and getting him back into the fighting as fast as he could manage safely.
Doc was analyzing the situation when he heard all manner of things going right, and wrong, at the same time. He heard the LAAT make a hard landing, courtesy of Six, an ARC trooper that had been rather helpful this entire time, when it came to a war perspective. He responded to Six's orders as well, wrapping up on the Clone that he was working on, making sure he was stabilized to prevent him from being injured further. Looking at the clones he was placed in command of, he nodded briefly before snapping off orders. "Roger that Six, thanks for the help. Alright men, going to keep it simple, continued suppression pattern onto the Sep forces. I need to start moving the wounded and grab those that are injured. Let's work fast, men."
The clones that were placed under his command opened fire, a heavy volley of blaster bolts flied towards the Sep forces, giving Doc time to get the first of the wounded men safely back to the LAAT, and he spotted where a downed clone on his path back. That one was still firing, and had ended up in close quarters combat before being hit, it seemed. He would have to grab him when he had the chance, but there was still several more wounded to retrieve as he continued to dispatch simple orders, focusing fire on certain positions, distracting fire from the medic and his patients as he sprinted back and forth, dragging wounded men back to the LAAT, which was both a safer position now that it was on the ground and could transport the wounded once the anti air was dealt with. Finished with the wounded currently, he ducked down behind some rubble, breathing hard and firing several blaster rounds at the Sep forces, dispatching new orders.
"We still got wounded ahead of us, cover and advance, I need to grab them and start patching them up before relocating them back to the LAAT." Half the clones opened fire while Doc and the other half raced forward, blaster fire whizzing over their heads, and hitting the ground around them. Reaching cover, they opened fire to allow the other half to move up as well. The extra bodies, coupled with the Jedi's brazen assault was pushing against the Sep fortress steadily now. He was close enough to reach the wounded trooper, the markings on his armor making him stand out as Pheonix, a commando that had followed the Jedi in and was injured now. "Cover me, grabbing more wounded!" Short, and to the point, he made his dash out towards the injured clone, the clone forces behind him putting out an impressive amount of fire. A quick glance confirmed that it was a shot to the side, and he grabbed the trooper, speaking at the same time. "Keep your head down, going to have you patched up in no time."
Doc would pull the commando to the nearest piece of cover, yelling back towards the clone forces to fire and advance, in line with the orders that the Jedi gave, while he broke out some bacta patches. "Got lucky, doesn't look too bad. I'd wager you'll be back into it without need for the medivac. At least that should be able to wait until after this nut is cracked." With that, Doc would set to work patching up the commando and getting him back into the fighting as fast as he could manage safely.
Alexi was sitting in one of the racks, not laying down yet, arms crossed across his stomach as he looked around, a combination of feelings in his mind all arguing for control right now. Fear, panic, hate, despair, and a whole mess of other such emotions. He settled on a low, simmering hate for just about everything around him for now, until it proved needless. He could still clearly remember the group of men in suits that went and stole him right off the street, and he half unconsciously rubbed at the black eye he had ended up with, despite their attempts to bring him in unharmed.
He remembered beaning one with a rock before they got their hands on him, and his flailing struggle probably hadn't helped in him not earning a thump or two. But he had to know why, because whatever the old woman had said didn't help there. Both his parents worked for these people, maybe not directly, so he figured there would have been something there that would have prevented this. Or maybe it was the reason, he didn't know. His parents kept their working life strictly secret from him, despite what little he had found snooping about the house where he wasn't supposed to be.
But all that meant nothing, Alexi decided, he was trapped here now to be some weapon for the very same people his parents were so dedicated to serving. He didn't buy that whole protectors of earth line, way he figured, kids didn't protect anything very well. That did bring some memories that brought a slight smile on his face as he finally fell back on the rack, smile fading faster than it briefly appeared, replaced with sorrow and longing to be back home. Maybe he'd find a way, he would have to keep his eyes open. With that, he passed out, tired considering all that happened thus far already.
He remembered beaning one with a rock before they got their hands on him, and his flailing struggle probably hadn't helped in him not earning a thump or two. But he had to know why, because whatever the old woman had said didn't help there. Both his parents worked for these people, maybe not directly, so he figured there would have been something there that would have prevented this. Or maybe it was the reason, he didn't know. His parents kept their working life strictly secret from him, despite what little he had found snooping about the house where he wasn't supposed to be.
But all that meant nothing, Alexi decided, he was trapped here now to be some weapon for the very same people his parents were so dedicated to serving. He didn't buy that whole protectors of earth line, way he figured, kids didn't protect anything very well. That did bring some memories that brought a slight smile on his face as he finally fell back on the rack, smile fading faster than it briefly appeared, replaced with sorrow and longing to be back home. Maybe he'd find a way, he would have to keep his eyes open. With that, he passed out, tired considering all that happened thus far already.
Sounds good, and whenever you feel like starting will be fine with me Nallore.
Well, if any of you want me to whip something up on Vanity, lemme know. It doesn't take very long to do, really.
I can run up something on Vanity for ya, no problem.
Well, that took more time than I anticipated, but here's my CS.
Name: Alexi -192
Age: 6
Appearance Without Armor
Appearance With Armor:
(In due time, of course)
Team Position: Demolitions
Personality: Riotous, stubborn to a fault, and lacking a brain to mouth filter, Alexi doesn't make friends very well, let alone work together with others, having a habit of charging off on his own to do whatever he wants. This doesn't mean he can't play nice with others, he simply generally chooses not to. Not the most book smart, but has a knack for on the fly intuition and street smarts, as is commonly described.
Bio: Alexi is a military brat, both parents UNSC Marines stationed on Reach, acting as security for various programs and installations on the planet, not spending long periods of time together, let alone with their son. In essence, he was raised by the education system and his own machinations, ending up in more than a few brawls over with other kids for just about any reason, whether legitimate or otherwise. Whether this was an attempt to garner attention from his parents, or for other reasons was never established, the young boy moving around too much for any long term treatments or studies.
While his academic performance was lack luster, his sheer stubbornness would garner the attention of outside forces, and make his acquisition interesting. While being six did limit what he could do, Alexi did not go quietly when the ONI spooks came and collected him under the pretense of a "Psych Evaluation Program" that was being offered to his parents. The flash clone would not last long after he was secreted away.
Homeworld: Reach
Primary Weapon: M319 Individual Grenade Launcher
Secondary Weapon: M6C Personal Defense Weapon System
Supplies: x2 M168 Demolition Charges, Ammo Storage and 12 Grenade Launcher Rounds, Combat Knife
Misc Info: Currently unlikely to listen to orders, and would gladly pick a fight if he figures he could come out on top
Halo
Name: Alexi -192
Age: 6
Appearance Without Armor
Appearance With Armor:
Team Position: Demolitions
Personality: Riotous, stubborn to a fault, and lacking a brain to mouth filter, Alexi doesn't make friends very well, let alone work together with others, having a habit of charging off on his own to do whatever he wants. This doesn't mean he can't play nice with others, he simply generally chooses not to. Not the most book smart, but has a knack for on the fly intuition and street smarts, as is commonly described.
Bio: Alexi is a military brat, both parents UNSC Marines stationed on Reach, acting as security for various programs and installations on the planet, not spending long periods of time together, let alone with their son. In essence, he was raised by the education system and his own machinations, ending up in more than a few brawls over with other kids for just about any reason, whether legitimate or otherwise. Whether this was an attempt to garner attention from his parents, or for other reasons was never established, the young boy moving around too much for any long term treatments or studies.
While his academic performance was lack luster, his sheer stubbornness would garner the attention of outside forces, and make his acquisition interesting. While being six did limit what he could do, Alexi did not go quietly when the ONI spooks came and collected him under the pretense of a "Psych Evaluation Program" that was being offered to his parents. The flash clone would not last long after he was secreted away.
Homeworld: Reach
Primary Weapon: M319 Individual Grenade Launcher
Secondary Weapon: M6C Personal Defense Weapon System
Supplies: x2 M168 Demolition Charges, Ammo Storage and 12 Grenade Launcher Rounds, Combat Knife
Misc Info: Currently unlikely to listen to orders, and would gladly pick a fight if he figures he could come out on top
Halo
Alright, I'll have my CS up tomorrow morning, barring anything unusual happening.
I'm inclined to agree with Draconis, wherever/whenever we start is fine by me. I'd personally think starting at age six, and working ahead from there would create some interesting bonds between the characters that only that kind of training could, but tis just my opinion.
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