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Rksh's JournalDate - Unknown
I'm lying in an infirmary as I'm writing this, with my leg containing numerous stitches and my head constantly throbbing from a sustained concussion. The pain in my leg I can deal with, but It's hard to concentrate when my head feels like it's been split in two, but I must accomplish this task with the inconvenience. It's the only thing I can do to keep myself busy before the headaches become unbearable, that or listen to the doctor here ramble on about herbal remedies. I've heard of unorthodox methods before, but these are ridiculous
I've been told it's been several days since I was pulled from the mangled wreckage of a Phantom, half dead and lucky to even be alive, (It hasn't been the first time either, but that's for another time ) After they brought me into medical they never expected me to live past the first day, let alone the next, and now they say I'm on route to recovery I suppose I should be grateful for the skill of these doctors,
Echoes of the Past, P3Inside the cramped enclosed airlock, the HUD of Rksh's helmet flashed into life and started a synchronization cycle with that of his life signs, energy shields, motion tracker and his equipment. Here he waited in the claustrophobic conditions for the cycle to complete, suited up in a vacuum sealed Ranger harness, adorned with an Anti-Gravity pack and a single plasma rifle at his side. All this weighed only a few several pounds, but as the years wore on for him, it felt as if it was only getting heavier.
I'm getting too old for this
Soon the HUD read one hundred percent peak efficiency, as a feminine voice soon broke the silence though the dull of the airlock.
"Synchronization complete, all systems green, life signs are optimal and the video feed is live and loud. Commander, we'll monitor you from a safe distance once we're clear, and maintain communications throughout. Once you're inside make you're way to the Information Centre and start the download of all dat
Echoes of the Past, P2A loud hissing was heard with the atmosphere being depressurised inside the personnel bay, under a large explosion. The Phantoms pilot cursed over the radio channel, before being cut off as shrapnel tore though the cabin like it was little more then paper, tumbling through an ocean of needles with the destruction of one of the engines. The force of which to take the whole right door hatch from it mounts and fling it into space, sparking electrical cables were hanging loose from the torn open hole as blue fire lapped over the broken edges, and large pieces of torn metal were imbedded into the inner walls of the Phantom with the explosions force. The whole machine then viciously turned into a death spiral in it's futile attempt to escape it's evident destruction, now turning the once safe transport into blender of death.
Rksh felt a loud pop within his body at the shoulder and something sharp tear into his leg, he yelled in pain and was once again slammed up and against the interior wall
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