[U] United at Freelorn

[Aero]

?Fuck!? Gokua firmly clutched his arm in pain.

The shotgun had hit him with force, but he was fortunate; only a small amount of the shotgun?s fire actually hit him. Instead, the majority of the round ripped apart the young soldier, Josh, who found the alien. He was left dead, on the ground, with a large wound gaping hole at the upper portion of his chest. Gokua looked at him with respect as he slowly returned to his feet, keeping pressure on his wound to cease the bleeding. His stare was emotionless, but signified the prestige he held the man at. Josh had saved his life; Gokua was unable to repay him. All that he could do was show his respects and give the man a proper burial, which he would see to. The depressing letter that his family would have to receive would be made by him personally, and not some professional writer. It was the least he could do.

?Commander Gokua!? an aide yelled as he quickly ran over to the alien. ?Your wounds? let me treat them.?

Gokua looked at the medic with a sense of bewilderment. ?Commander?? he asked.

?What, you haven?t heard?? the aid replied with a question of his own.

?Heard what??

?The fall of Garlic Junior.?

?He died!?? Gokua said with utter shock.

?Yes,? the medic replied. ?He was in Dante territory, and when Dante finally found him, he was unable to escape, so he fought.? The medic allowed his head to hang low. ?And died.?

Gokua brought an index finger to the aide?s chin, and pulled the medic?s head back up. ?Look at me,? he said; his determination inspired the medic. ?Do not allow this tragic event to overwhelm your sense of comfort,? he said. ?This is far from over, and a few battles are still left to be played out. Execution is still the key to victory, not personnel.?

The medic smiled; he had been uplifted by Gokua?s words, which were precise. ?Alright, I?ll remember that,? he said as he opened the first-aid box he had in his hand. ?Now, allow me to treat your wound, please.?

?No,? the orange-haired commander said. ?There are other soldiers that are in a more critical status than I, assist them first,? he insisted, pointing over at the injured Koola. ?That is where your attention and concerns should lie, not here.?

?But, you?re the commander, and if not treated immediately, that wound could manifest into gangrene.?

?Please, I?m not concerned with that,? Gokua replied. ?Just assist Koola. Half of his leg is missing, so he needs as much attention as possible.?

?Alright.?

The medic quickly scurried over to the heavily injured Koola, who lied on the ground in pain. There were already a vast amount of medics present there to treat him, but he could use one more aide to help by any means. Gokua was conscious enough to discontinue the chances of any infections. He quickly removed the headband from around his head and tied it around his wound, shielding it from the outdoors, and slowing the blood flow.

?Gokua,? a monotonous voice muttered.

The alien looked over in the direction of the origins of the voice. All that was there was a mere robot. His orange Mohawk was something peculiar, and his vibrant lime-green armor blinded the blue-skinned being.

?Yes?? Gokua replied, not sure if the robot was the voice he heard.

?You are not injured to a point where you?re incapable of handling a firearm, are you?? the robot asked.

?No, I can still wield a firearm, though I prefer my rapier,? the alien replied, folding his arms. ?And you are??

?You shall refer to me as Android 16,? the robot responded; no emotions were in his words.


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OOC: Had to make a quick response to this tragedy. =(