Year 2 - Private
Planet Primae
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Under a thin sheet that went just up to his chest, Percy blinked back the drowsiness he felt. With a pained effort, he tried to sit up and lift his right arm to block out the infirmary lights. He let out a soft groan before resigning himself to lay back down and lower his arm. A moment later, a healer came around and nearly screamed when they saw Percy in the process of removing his IV. The near scream was first in surprise, then in irritation.
"What do you think you're doing?! You can't just go pulling out needles from your arm! Let someone trained to do that do that!"
Percy wanted to argue that he had been trained to "do that" by Camp Half-Blood's head healer, but it would've given away where he was from. Plus, he knew how particular healers could be, so he let them do it for him.
"I'm Lieutenant Jeffery Vijesti. The doctor will be in shortly. She'll want to do a full workup, but I can cover your medical history now before she gets here."
"No, sir." Percy did not want to give out any information on his past. He knew he'd be fine after a few more showers or one long soak in the tub.
"I'm not asking, Private. You'll tell me your medical history. That's an order."
"Negative, sir."
The healer probably would've shouted at him had he not been a patient. "You really want to risk being written up for insubordination and disobedience? Over this?"
"Orders from Chaos. My entire file is classified. Check for yourself, sir," Percy said simply.
Disbelievingly, the healer checked his file. Sure enough, everything was marked as classified. With a side glance, the man nodded, returned the folder to its slot by the door, and walked out, presumably to grab the doctor. Not three minutes later, the doctor entered.
"Hello, Private Ichor. I'm Dr. Lan, Colonel of the Ω Division. Lieutenant Vijesti tells me you're under orders from Chaos not to share your history."
"Affirmative, ma'am."
"Well, I can't do a proper workup without some background. If I can't do a proper workup, I can't heal you."
"Negative, ma'am. Triage is done in the field without any prior history considered. Unidentified personnel is treated with unknown medical history too. You can perform basic cognitive tests, do physical exams, and run labs as needed. However, a blood workup is not permitted, DNA samples are prohibited, and pictures are unauthorized."
"You are in no position to be giving me orders, Private."
"No, ma'am. Only repeating what Chaos said."
Dr. Lan pursed her lips in a thin line, probably debating if she actually wanted to call in Chaos or not. If she did, she would look bad for questioning orders. But if she didn't, she could get in trouble for not doing her job properly. Luckily for them all, Chaos walked in of their own accord.
"Ah, Dr. Lan, Lieutenant Vijesti, I see you've met Ichor."
The two stood at attention and gave Chaos their sharpest salute.
"At ease," Chaos said dismissively. "Ichor," they said, now talking to Percy, "stop giving them a hard time."
"Just following your orders."
Chaos scoffed. "The day that becomes completely true is the day I retire."
An uncharacteristic smirk, for the Ichor persona anyway, crossed Percy's face. "Are you thinking about it? Getting too old perhaps?"
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Ichor
Fanfiction[Completed] 🪶 He had no choice. He could either die on the streets or join the Chaos Army. You can imagine which option was more appealing. So Perseus "Percy" Jackson left Earth and started a new life. No one knew who he was, but they grew to know...
