Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-27989107-20161221120540/@comment-24852191-20170108193159


 * I clinch my stomach and fall out of my command chair. Captain Stephans screams into a communications panel.

Stephans: Get a medical team to the bridge, priority 1! Admiral down, Admiral down!


 * The Hansgraf and the remaining ships fight valiantly as Theron point defense guns light up space. Their tracer rounds appear as serpents of fire. I struggle to look at Stephans.

Me: L...launch the n...nuke. Move...fleet. Fall...back.


 * Stephans looks at Davis.

Stephans: Launch the nuke.


 * He looks at Hawk.

Stephans: Order the fleet to retreat to the Moon.


 * The both respond accordingly.

Hawk and Davis: Aye sir!


 * The Hansgraf fires off its Shiva-class warhead as it turns away and its engines comes to life. The nuke detonates, creating a large blinding blast that the remaining ships escape just in time. The ships stop above the UNSC moon base and a medical team, led by Dr. Hastings come in. He looks at me as Che isn't the wound.

Dr. Hastings: Geese, John. What the hell have you gotten yourself into. Did you get yourself into a fight with a sword and loose.


 * I painfully chuckle.

Me: Hm, v...very fu...nny.

Dr. Hastings: Yeah? Well pipe it. You have internal bleeding.

Me: Tha...that's a given.


 * Hatings pulls out a large canister of biofoam and injects some into the wound. I gag as I try to breath as the boam temporarily heals the internal wounds.

Dr. Hastings: That should stop the bleeding for now. Nurse, get him to the infirmary.

Nurse Slepahc: Yes sir!


 * They take me to the infirmary.