01-15-2007, 06:15 PM
The medic came to Koola soon after the android left. He replaced the old bandage with a brand new one, and it would serve to be his last one. After several tests, the medic said that he could move around a bit, and that he would send for a wheelchair. ?That won?t be necessary.? Replied Koola, sitting up, and ready to step onto solid ground.
He touched the dirt at first with his middle toe, and gently planted his whole foot on the floor. He started to shift his weight into his foot, then gradually to his knee. The changeling prince closely held the cot that he had been resting in for so long, and started to stand up. He wobbled a little, but quickly regained his balance. All his weight was on his leg, and it felt weird. He was ready for the next step; it would be much harder than the last.
Still holding the cot, the gradually began wrapping his long tail around his injured leg. He had to work slowly, because his tail weighed a lot more than any other limb on his body. Koola also used it to help him kept his balance. Finally wrapped tightly, the remaining potion of his tail stayed straight until reaching the ground. The tail now had to support half the weight, and relieve the right leg. It adapted quickly, and he was standing straight. He let go of the cot, and tried to stay straight. He succeeded, and walked forward.
He was using his tail like a peg leg, and walked with a limp. He could travel faster on a wheelchair, but it wasn?t good to use on the battlefield. He could fall over, or be forced to climb a hilltop or stairs. His strategy was the most efficient way to travel.
Commander Sixteen had ordered him to become a sniper, being almost useless in a hand to hand fight. He limped to the shooting range, where he would find an instructor to teach him how to reload, aim, and fire a gun. He entered the range, and saw many snipers shooting targets from many meters away, preparing to the upcoming battle. Koola would need the best of the best to learn the basics in a short period of time.
He looked out and saw a target one hundred meters hit on the bull?s-eye three shots in a row. He tried to find the shooter of the perfect shot and looked all around. Then Flemings showed up with a sniper rifle and greeted Koola. ?Good morning, Koola. Glad to see that you can walk again.?
?It is indeed nice to walk again, my friend. However, I need to find the sniper that shot that hundred meter target. He must be the best sniper on this range.?
?Thank you sir, it?s always nice to have a compliment on my abilities.? Koola paused for a moment, almost unbelievable that weakling Flemings could have the best shot in the entire army. ?Oh, I don?t think I?ve ever mentioned that I was a sniper, huh sir? I?m not very good a close combat, so I normally use long-range weapons. I ended up being the best shot in my class. Well then, I guess we should get started.?
He touched the dirt at first with his middle toe, and gently planted his whole foot on the floor. He started to shift his weight into his foot, then gradually to his knee. The changeling prince closely held the cot that he had been resting in for so long, and started to stand up. He wobbled a little, but quickly regained his balance. All his weight was on his leg, and it felt weird. He was ready for the next step; it would be much harder than the last.
Still holding the cot, the gradually began wrapping his long tail around his injured leg. He had to work slowly, because his tail weighed a lot more than any other limb on his body. Koola also used it to help him kept his balance. Finally wrapped tightly, the remaining potion of his tail stayed straight until reaching the ground. The tail now had to support half the weight, and relieve the right leg. It adapted quickly, and he was standing straight. He let go of the cot, and tried to stay straight. He succeeded, and walked forward.
He was using his tail like a peg leg, and walked with a limp. He could travel faster on a wheelchair, but it wasn?t good to use on the battlefield. He could fall over, or be forced to climb a hilltop or stairs. His strategy was the most efficient way to travel.
Commander Sixteen had ordered him to become a sniper, being almost useless in a hand to hand fight. He limped to the shooting range, where he would find an instructor to teach him how to reload, aim, and fire a gun. He entered the range, and saw many snipers shooting targets from many meters away, preparing to the upcoming battle. Koola would need the best of the best to learn the basics in a short period of time.
He looked out and saw a target one hundred meters hit on the bull?s-eye three shots in a row. He tried to find the shooter of the perfect shot and looked all around. Then Flemings showed up with a sniper rifle and greeted Koola. ?Good morning, Koola. Glad to see that you can walk again.?
?It is indeed nice to walk again, my friend. However, I need to find the sniper that shot that hundred meter target. He must be the best sniper on this range.?
?Thank you sir, it?s always nice to have a compliment on my abilities.? Koola paused for a moment, almost unbelievable that weakling Flemings could have the best shot in the entire army. ?Oh, I don?t think I?ve ever mentioned that I was a sniper, huh sir? I?m not very good a close combat, so I normally use long-range weapons. I ended up being the best shot in my class. Well then, I guess we should get started.?
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