07-10-2018, 09:02 PM
The heat of the explosion surrounded the nameless combatant’s body. Her arm, the one she had left, clung to the lithe, chitinous frame that lay beneath her. She close her arms tight and grit her shattered teeth and the pressure of the blast wave compressing the rest of the air from her lungs with a voices huff. In that moment, all that mattered was holding on. Bearing the pain. Protecting Kerrigan.
All that mattered was protecting Kerrigan.
The steady digital beep of a heart monitor slowly dredged the woman from unconsciousness. Her bleary eyes wandered across the white tile ceiling and found themselves locked on the IV that was cranked wide open, the tubing leading into her left arm. A glance to the other side confirmed that her right one was still missing.
She groggily lifted it, only to hear the clank of the cuffs around her wrist. She groaned and shook her head. “Hey,” she moaned, voice and throat dry. “Hey!” she attempted again, a croak coming out when she had intended a shout.
A tall, lanky man in a Syntech uniform entered the room, bobbing along to some unheard beat. He took a long drag off the hand-rolled spliff and exhaled, unleashing a dramatic cloud into the air. He grinned, the gold of his grill glinting under the dry, emotionless fluorescent lighting. “Hey there sista’,” he said in a heavily affected accent. “Ya look a bit worse for wear!”
All she could manage was an agitated snarl.
“Aha,” he laughed to himself, and reached into his pocket. “Well I got just da t’ing ta cure what ails ya.” He withdrew a small, green bean, and twisted it between his fingers. “Dis here is a senzu bean.”
“Gimme your stupid bean,” the bandit groaned and momentarily strained against the padded cuff.
He chuckled and strolled in a long, loping gait to her bedside and leaned against the railing she was bound to. “Just open wide and say ‘ah’ sister.”
She huffed and her eyebrows stitched together in indignation. After a few moments of pouting, she bore her teeth and opened her mouth. The man’s skinny little fingers popped the tiny thing into her mouth, and she bit down with a noisy crunch.
In an instant a wave of energy flushed through her body, all the color returning to her cheeks, her lungs filling with a deep gasp of air. The deep cuts and shallow scrapes, the loose teeth and the boils that had formed around her eyes, and even the bone-charring burns on her back were all gone in the blink of an eye. She glanced over to her slump of an arm and opened her mouth to protest its absence, only for a new one to explode out in a spray of plasma and goo. Amazingly it came along with the clothing that she had been wearing before it had been hacked off, and she flexed her sticky, fresh fingers with wonderment.
“Ahhh,” the Jamaican man beamed with a snap of his fingers, “Omniphysics be a wonderful t’ing.”
All that mattered was protecting Kerrigan.
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The steady digital beep of a heart monitor slowly dredged the woman from unconsciousness. Her bleary eyes wandered across the white tile ceiling and found themselves locked on the IV that was cranked wide open, the tubing leading into her left arm. A glance to the other side confirmed that her right one was still missing.
She groggily lifted it, only to hear the clank of the cuffs around her wrist. She groaned and shook her head. “Hey,” she moaned, voice and throat dry. “Hey!” she attempted again, a croak coming out when she had intended a shout.
A tall, lanky man in a Syntech uniform entered the room, bobbing along to some unheard beat. He took a long drag off the hand-rolled spliff and exhaled, unleashing a dramatic cloud into the air. He grinned, the gold of his grill glinting under the dry, emotionless fluorescent lighting. “Hey there sista’,” he said in a heavily affected accent. “Ya look a bit worse for wear!”
All she could manage was an agitated snarl.
“Aha,” he laughed to himself, and reached into his pocket. “Well I got just da t’ing ta cure what ails ya.” He withdrew a small, green bean, and twisted it between his fingers. “Dis here is a senzu bean.”
“Gimme your stupid bean,” the bandit groaned and momentarily strained against the padded cuff.
He chuckled and strolled in a long, loping gait to her bedside and leaned against the railing she was bound to. “Just open wide and say ‘ah’ sister.”
She huffed and her eyebrows stitched together in indignation. After a few moments of pouting, she bore her teeth and opened her mouth. The man’s skinny little fingers popped the tiny thing into her mouth, and she bit down with a noisy crunch.
In an instant a wave of energy flushed through her body, all the color returning to her cheeks, her lungs filling with a deep gasp of air. The deep cuts and shallow scrapes, the loose teeth and the boils that had formed around her eyes, and even the bone-charring burns on her back were all gone in the blink of an eye. She glanced over to her slump of an arm and opened her mouth to protest its absence, only for a new one to explode out in a spray of plasma and goo. Amazingly it came along with the clothing that she had been wearing before it had been hacked off, and she flexed her sticky, fresh fingers with wonderment.
“Ahhh,” the Jamaican man beamed with a snap of his fingers, “Omniphysics be a wonderful t’ing.”