June KMT - DJK Talons Pryde
Major Talons Pryde exited the bacta chamber for the
third time since his near fatal crash so long ago. His
body was not doing what it was supposed to do
regarding the healing trance or medications he was
given. Allergic reactions to the meds, the healing
trance only doing so much before the body says no
more. Now all he could do was get it. Get in the bacta
chamber, get in the traction table, get in the office
and do his reports. All it was was get in to this and
get in to that. He could not fight well any more with
his back so mangled. The surgeons did a well enough
job in fixing him so he could move and walk again, but
he refused to become a complete cyborg. Vader he was
not. And Clan protocol demanded that he refuse
extensive implants. They barely allowed his eye and
ear. He was a broken warrior still trying to fly and
fight on the edge of disaster.
Still the orders of Get in stuck out in his mind. He
straightened up, suppressing the painful shudder
ripping throughout his back, and walked stiffly to the
exit. "Get in," he mumbled under his breath. "I hate
this debilitating injury."
Anger swelled within him and he fought it down. He
needed to stay focused at the problems at hand. He
knew the after effects would nearly knock him down for
a week or two. And they would not be pleasant. He
threw his fist into the nearest wall and screamed in
rage. " I will kill that son of a b--"
"What is going on?" a voice shouted from around the
corner. The strong female voice commanded his
attention. Though she was no Jedi, she had greater
power over him than even the Krath High Priest
himself. She could get him to do things that were not
normal. And this was not a good day to annoy her.
"I am so sick of the supressing injury that I could
just kill for the f--"
"Calm down!" Jenn Sidhe yelled at him. "Now I know it
is hard for you, but shut the hell up and get in the
shuttle!"
'There it is again! "Get in!"' he growled to himself.
He glared at his lover and wingman as he started up
the ramp.
"Enough of this crap, Talons," she snarled. "You think
you are the only one who ever got hurt? What about
me?"
Talons thought for a moment about her recklessness
behind the controls of a fighter and shook his head.
"It is not that at all!" he cried out. "I am a
warrior, damnit! I am supposed to fight, to enter into
battle, to stand without fear before the enemy. Now I
am but a broken man with a ruined back. Why the hell
do I even try anymore?"
She stared at him a moment, the anger flaring up to
the boiling point. Abruptly, she cuffed him across his
head. "No, get in the shuttle or I will personally
throw you in!" she yelled. "I don't have all day!"
Talons stepped gingerly into the shuttle. 'At least
the steroid stops the nerve from burning down the
leg.' He thought for a moment. He smiled to himself as
he thought, 'I should just get into the moment.'
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