A P E X
By the time the word 'Ready' had escaped the Archon's lips, the dropship came barreling into the area where Feena had set up shop. With as much haste as their bodies could produce, the members of the Black Watch which had left the Walker position in order to ensure their commanding officer's safety met with a volunteer in order to secure the wounded clone on a stretcher. Genesis was breathing, which was a good sign; but consiousness was lost a long time ago. The front of his typically-pristine, white armor had been charred to black and the smell of melted armorplast characterized his form.
Underneath the melted armor awaited a wasteland of burned skin and pieces of stone which had imbedded themselves in his flesh after the blast. The tired healer had her work cut out for her, for the Grand Marshal's recovery was not going to be a simple patchup job...but the Confederacy had faith in her. Her abilities were the best in the Galaxy, and if she couldn't drag the clone back from the jaws of death...
...then no one could.
@[member="Feena Mason"].
Underneath the melted armor awaited a wasteland of burned skin and pieces of stone which had imbedded themselves in his flesh after the blast. The tired healer had her work cut out for her, for the Grand Marshal's recovery was not going to be a simple patchup job...but the Confederacy had faith in her. Her abilities were the best in the Galaxy, and if she couldn't drag the clone back from the jaws of death...
...then no one could.
@[member="Feena Mason"].