Thread: First Contact (Atroxa & YoungRoyalty)

Camrun's omnitool picked up her next few words picking up some of the meanings, her face told him more then the words. His face softened slightly as he closed his eyes for a moment feeling the pain in his back now. She spoke of being tired and his eyes slowly opened he took a pained breath slowly. He forgotten the last time he had eaten, hopefully the compound had some reserves of food left. He looked over her items on her not seeing weapons. Most of it he did not know what it was. He spoke again in his strange language, the fire in his voice was not as strong this time. You don't know what tired is. He looked at his surroundings for a moment and the fire fight still happening in the distance. The sky still filled with chaos from the battle over head. For a moment he simply looked lost. Perhaps it was the blood loss but their was a glaring truth in his face. Help was not coming any time soon, but why...why were his men left to the slaughter like this. Where were their reinforcements? Something was no right about this, Turian's believed in overwhelming force, for the last few days though Zulk squad had been using guerrilla ambush tactics. Using every last resource to hold back the Alliance advance. There were many things Camrun had been told over this fight. Contradiction after contradiction was staring at him in the face. There were many ideas in the mind of this Turian. The glaring one hit him like a ton of bricks, possibly allowing him to save the lives of many of his men. A prisoner would give them a bartering chip, he knew of other humans at the compound. The more prisoners they had it would at least give them room to maneuver. The glory of this battle was but a mirage to him now the meaningless nature of this battle ever apparent. He lacked the energy to be as angry as he felt but that didn't stop him soon getting up on his feet. The alien had made a decision and he soon pulled out his Carnifex Hand Cannon. The weapon held a caliber of a .45 magnum but the weapon looked as if should be held with two hands like an SMG. Camrun didn't pull a weapon yet just watched with a half glazed look. He spoke quickly and the interpreter provided assistance. Follow me...you and I will speak soon. Though exhausted he still was not going to turn his back on her. He watched her carefully as he lead her back to the other Turians in his squad. Vernaz was getting help from Hulrus, popping the aliens shoulder back into place. Vernaz's spotter was finally waking up, a Turian wearing a white and grey suit with yellow lights along the spine. Melkar had been a back up spotter for Vernaz, but he was one of the best emergency medics Camrun had seen on the field. The Turian medic held an elegant array of facial tattoo markings. When he saw Camrun he got up and pulled his omni tool creating a holographic projection of Camrun. A series of lights in the shape of a grid went over Camrun's body. A flashing red dot appeared on the inside of the right torso the hologram. Camrun's translator was still in affect picking some of the conversation between him and Melkar. Internal bleeding in lungs, must apply suction now. Won't make it without. The armiger soldier nodded and looked to Hulrus. The engineer without second thought began watching the human woman. The engineer didn't need to to much, a spider like contraption jumped off Hulrus pointing a small fire arm at Artemis. The only thing Hulrus had to do was pat her down for weapons. The only thing Hulrus was trained to recognize was the radio, unknowing of the locator beacon. Sudden movements ill advised. The turret spoke at her with a chuckle from Hulrus. Camrun's armor began to open in the back, it revealed his powerful frame with more of those strange plates. A good portion of his back was covered in that thick blood. The shrapnel had fragmented with the collision of the shield and his armor. Several shards were still in his back, but the primary shard was several inches into his back. Camrun took deep breaths preparing himself for something it looked like. Melkar checked his equipment and pulled a metallic cylinder covered in a disposable tube. Popping the cap of the safety seal, Melkar patted Camrun on the back twice before a liquid sprayed from a compartment of the medic's wrist. The sound of a sizzle could be heard, Camrun barely flinched. It was simply the warning shot for what was about to happen. Before the treatment could be applied, Camrun began to speak. Trade the pain for life, I offer to you spirits. Let me fight once more. Hold death back. Melkar then quickly apply the cylinder into the wound. Camrun muffled a scream, gripping his fist but he kept standing. The metallic cylinder turned into sections, sizing itself to the wound its purpose became clear. The a temporary vacuum using Camrun's breathing began to slowly pushed the blood out of his lungs. The soldier looked as if he was starting to choke for a moment before he took a breath once again. Melkar put the finishing touches quickly. The soldier's armor began to reassemble and click into place. All good. Need surgery. Melkar's crude translations came through the holographic device once more. Camrun then turned to face his men. Zulk squad all turned their heads to Artemis in unison. Then the men looked to Camrun and his explanation was as simple as the translations. Must stay alive. Vernaz had to hold his tongue but soon enough the men all nodded in unison. The unit all began to move ahead the spider mech keeping watch on Artemis. Camrun stayed in the back for now keeping first watch over Artemis. He chose to keep her alive, his responsibility now. Keeping the hand cannon in his grasp he began walking with Artemis. It would be a hike to the compound but it was not far now. Though wounded, he was not slowed down much. Annoyed from the burns of his overheated burst jets, otherwise he just glanced over at Artemis from time to time. Crudely he spoke into his translator. Do have name? The robotic voice spoke once again for Camrun.