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Authors: Christiaan Hile, Benjamin Halkett
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each man as an individual. It was woven together as a whole, as a team.
Today though, Kason reflected, it didn’t look composed since the battle on Dalyth Point.
The cloth was torn almost in half and shrapnel holes had pockmarked their way through the threads. Ramek’s own dried blood saturated one edge of the seam.
Funny, Kason thought, as he ran his hand over the garment. It’s splattered with the blood of the enemy most of the time, not our own.
Kason placed the sash across the soldier’s armor. Motionless, he stood there for a few seconds, pondering the words he said to himself aboard the outpost.
The phrase punctuated his thoughts once again: “Towards none save my own, Kryth.”
He placed a hand upon the sash.
It reminded each Reaver that life is frail; human life that is. Just as easy as it is for the cloth to get frayed, so is the history of mankind, like a thread unraveling. Each thread is needed to hold the sash together; each has a purpose and only together is complete.
Kason turned and walked out of the ready room leaving the sash behind.
Never in a soldier’s heart should one feel the total burden upon oneself for the entirety of a race. Kason knew this but held on to the belief that, with his team, they could make a difference in human history.
Which now presented itself anew.
He began to think back on the Reavers’ Precept and the reason the Ordinance created them. The tactics and strategies of the Ordinance forces were built around the Reavers.
Kason remembered his earliest training regarding how a small, well-placed group of soldiers could take down the mightiest of warships or the largest of space stations. If they could get a Reaver team on these assets without any detection, then the enemy would be concentrated on attacking just the fleet. This would allow the cancer from within to work against them, unknowing of the dangers that now lurked under their own skin. Before any foe knew what happened, it would be too late.
Even though Kason’s mind was on Ramek, he still believed the Precept of the Reavers was the highest calling for humankind’s future.
Kason wouldn’t allow the likes of Nevlen to diminish the Regiments’ successes, even as he headed down the corridor to the med-lab were Ramek recovered at this moment.
Data Cell 8
Several large glass tanks lined the medical lab, each running from ceiling to floor. The all-white room gleamed with medical devices and grav-beds.
Doctor Solome came into the room holding a red vile of sorts.
Ramek spotted her from his bed right away. “Now doc, if that’s another one of your concoctions you can take it yourself. I’m feeling fine. Much better, really.” Ramek smiled.
“I don’t doubt you feel better Ramek, but don’t you worry, this one is just to replenish the nanites in your system. There are no major side-effects, so you can relax,” she said.
“So just minor side-effects, huh? I’m relaxed already.”
The doctor just smiled as she placed the vial in a slot on a console next to Ramek’s grav-bed. The system locked onto the vial and began to drain its liquid contents. The tubes running from the console to the metal cuff on Ramek’s arm turned red as the fluid flowed.
“Minor effects. Right, doc?” Ramek queried again.
Solome’s smile widened.
Another voice echoed through the med-lab. One that Ramek was sure to regret.
“Is that whining I hear coming from you, big man?” Jens Dryden said on cue as he walked in.
“Why don’t you try some of this crap for yourself, Jens?” Ramek shot back.
Jens approached Ramek’s bed-side. “I’m sure I’ll get my chance. That’s if I ever have a run-in with a Kryth female like you did.”
Ramek reached out to grab Jens by his uniform jacket.
Jens moved back.
“Kryth female, huh? I’ll show you a Kryth female,” Ramek shouted.
“I meant nothing by it, big man, just hitting you where it hurts.” A smile came across Jens’ face. “It’s good to see you again,
Today though, Kason reflected, it didn’t look composed since the battle on Dalyth Point.
The cloth was torn almost in half and shrapnel holes had pockmarked their way through the threads. Ramek’s own dried blood saturated one edge of the seam.
Funny, Kason thought, as he ran his hand over the garment. It’s splattered with the blood of the enemy most of the time, not our own.
Kason placed the sash across the soldier’s armor. Motionless, he stood there for a few seconds, pondering the words he said to himself aboard the outpost.
The phrase punctuated his thoughts once again: “Towards none save my own, Kryth.”
He placed a hand upon the sash.
It reminded each Reaver that life is frail; human life that is. Just as easy as it is for the cloth to get frayed, so is the history of mankind, like a thread unraveling. Each thread is needed to hold the sash together; each has a purpose and only together is complete.
Kason turned and walked out of the ready room leaving the sash behind.
Never in a soldier’s heart should one feel the total burden upon oneself for the entirety of a race. Kason knew this but held on to the belief that, with his team, they could make a difference in human history.
Which now presented itself anew.
He began to think back on the Reavers’ Precept and the reason the Ordinance created them. The tactics and strategies of the Ordinance forces were built around the Reavers.
Kason remembered his earliest training regarding how a small, well-placed group of soldiers could take down the mightiest of warships or the largest of space stations. If they could get a Reaver team on these assets without any detection, then the enemy would be concentrated on attacking just the fleet. This would allow the cancer from within to work against them, unknowing of the dangers that now lurked under their own skin. Before any foe knew what happened, it would be too late.
Even though Kason’s mind was on Ramek, he still believed the Precept of the Reavers was the highest calling for humankind’s future.
Kason wouldn’t allow the likes of Nevlen to diminish the Regiments’ successes, even as he headed down the corridor to the med-lab were Ramek recovered at this moment.
Data Cell 8
Several large glass tanks lined the medical lab, each running from ceiling to floor. The all-white room gleamed with medical devices and grav-beds.
Doctor Solome came into the room holding a red vile of sorts.
Ramek spotted her from his bed right away. “Now doc, if that’s another one of your concoctions you can take it yourself. I’m feeling fine. Much better, really.” Ramek smiled.
“I don’t doubt you feel better Ramek, but don’t you worry, this one is just to replenish the nanites in your system. There are no major side-effects, so you can relax,” she said.
“So just minor side-effects, huh? I’m relaxed already.”
The doctor just smiled as she placed the vial in a slot on a console next to Ramek’s grav-bed. The system locked onto the vial and began to drain its liquid contents. The tubes running from the console to the metal cuff on Ramek’s arm turned red as the fluid flowed.
“Minor effects. Right, doc?” Ramek queried again.
Solome’s smile widened.
Another voice echoed through the med-lab. One that Ramek was sure to regret.
“Is that whining I hear coming from you, big man?” Jens Dryden said on cue as he walked in.
“Why don’t you try some of this crap for yourself, Jens?” Ramek shot back.
Jens approached Ramek’s bed-side. “I’m sure I’ll get my chance. That’s if I ever have a run-in with a Kryth female like you did.”
Ramek reached out to grab Jens by his uniform jacket.
Jens moved back.
“Kryth female, huh? I’ll show you a Kryth female,” Ramek shouted.
“I meant nothing by it, big man, just hitting you where it hurts.” A smile came across Jens’ face. “It’s good to see you again,
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