I wake up in the medical tent, and look around. I know not try to get up, before I tried that already. The raid was pushed back about three or so days. They got a that shrapnel out of my back, and I'm still healing. I'm going to be rushed out of the hospital right before the operation, and I can promise that. Luckily, one good thing came out of this. Brass got the time to send a chemical weapon to help the raid. Agent Orange. From what I've heard it's not even orange. It's a white almost. So the only reason it's called "Agent Orange" is because... well I'm not sure, nor will I ever probably. Anyways, that piece of shrapnel was pretty large. 3 by 4 I think? Yeah, that sounds about right. Shit burns too, but that's probably because it just came from a great ball of superheated plasma. So that's understandable. I force myself off of the bed.
Me: Shit...
The pain from trying to get up is horrible, and it stings. I walk out of my tent and look to the jungle, and then to the sky above. I was right. I see the beautiful bombers dropping the white weed killer onto the massive jungle. It's truly magnificent. I hear my name.
Sunshine: What happened to you?
I turn around to see Sunshine looking at me, leaning against the trench wall.
Me: The Seps decided to drop some artillery, and some shrapnel got me in the back
He looks at me, and remembers something.
Sunshine: Oh! That's right, I was transferred to recon!
I look at him happily.
Me: Nice, welcome to recon!
Sunshine: Yep, thanks!
Me: I should probably get going, I'm set to get the hell out of that green tent today
Sunshine: Well I better let you go
Me: I'll see you later
Sunshine: Yep!
With that I see him walk away happily. He doesn't seem phased a single bit by the pats operation, and it almost seems like he is excited to be apart of this next one. It's almost freaking me out. I walk to the tower and ascend up the spiral stairs. I feel a sudden pain in my back as I go. I forget it, and think about how close I am to my team again, and how close we are to the raid. I get to the top and see them. All there. All except one, Blast. He's probably at the armory or something. Maybe drinking contraband? Well that's just Blast. I look to the members of my team, but somethings wrong. Waxer and Boil are here. So is Cody. There is no socialization. Nobody talking. Angel looks to me with a stained face. Sadness clearly visible.
I do remember one of the docs saying sorry when I woke up too. It hits me. No, no, no! It can't be! Please no! I quickly run to Angel.
Me: Please tell me it did-
She calls me something that I didn't want to be called again.
Angel: Ace I- we-
She chokes up and tears form in her eyes. I do the same.
Me: Please no! No! He can't be!
I hear Cody speak up.
Cody: I'm sorry Spirit... He died during the CIS raid in our trench...
Me: No! No! I don't believe you!
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I furiously turn around, and yell.
Me: Don't fucking touch me! Please, just bring him back!
Cody: I'm sorry, but he's been dead for days, and there is no technology to commit such a feat, we-
Me: No! I need to go!
Cody: Spirit no-
I shut them out and quickly make my way back down. I shove trooper out of my way as I go down the trench. Tears flying out of my eyes as I go. I walk down the massive trench. A sickening feeling in my gut emerges. I make my way to the tent that hold the KIA. I see two men guarding it.
Guard: Identification ple-
I force my way through them and into the tent.
Guard: Sir come ba-
I shut them out, and look upon the CT numbers and names on the body bags. My eyes fall upon one bag with a certain name.
Me: No, no, no, no, no, please god no!
I look upon a bag with the name of my fallen teammate. Blast. I can't believe it. I want to believe that he isn't dead, but the proof is right here. I sob loudly and fall to me knees. I yell and scream as I think of the moments that we spent together. He was so quiet, but he was so nice. We always got along. Never argued. I never did with any of the others either, but I got to see them one last time. I got to say goodbye to them. I hear the sound of boots behind me, and then they suddenly come to a stop. It's different to see them die in front of you, and to see them, and be by their side when they die. It feels worse when you aren't there.
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Star Wars: A Lost Trooper
AçãoCT-1209, nicknamed Ace, and later on Spirit, was not ever like the other clones. He had luck, a personality, and more feelings. On the outside he was just like the others. One day he was lost while on patrol with other 212th troopers. When he is fou...
