Post by Warork on Jan 16, 2015 5:54:29 GMT
Can't a man go unconscious for one throne damned hour aboard this ship without all hell breaking loose? Titus lamented silently within the confines of his mind. Sarasti had just been regaling him with the events that had passed since the rogue techpriest Malavik had stuck a power knife in his gut. Titus could still feel the pain emanating from where the medical crew had stitched his wound back together as well as the other pains from his several other lacerations and bruises. He hadn't felt this beat up since his Bloodsworn days tracking that cold market cartel kingpin on whatever the name of that desert world was...or had it been a jungle world? He sighed as he loaded his bolt pistol once more. After so many worlds, so many years and so many lawbreakers...it all tended to blur together.
"Judge Titus, I must protest you going back into harms way." The head surgeon within the medical ward told him as Titus was being helped back into his armor by the orderlies. The man was still wearing an apron spattered with Titus' own blood from the operation and the Arbites Judge had had to tear out the IV tubes in his arms that were providing his body with fluids after the operation in order to get out of the bed. "I just spent two hours stitching your guts back together for thrones sake!"
"Your protests are noted, Doctor." Titus said as Sarasti handed him a glass of joliq that he had filled from a decanter that a servitor had brought in. When Titus had awoken, a stiff drink had been the first thing he asked for. The Judge shotgunned the glass in one long pull and put the glass back on the gurney, grunting from the burn of the liquor. "But I have my orders, and so do you. Sarasti, my helmet."
The assassin wordlessly handed the Judge his carapace helmet which he in turn put on, watching as his photo visor's HUD display activated its internal systems including his vox bead.
"Commander Thaddeus." He said on the internal channel. "A situation has developed in the cargo deck. I need you to send any armsmen you can spare there at once and expect heavy contact. An unknown force is attempting to force entry into the chamber that the Inquisitor has ordered to be defended at all costs, so this makes it a direct order from her."
Without missing a beat, he switched channels.
"Techpriestess Victora. I know the recent events aboard the ship have made you very busy but the defense of the Inquisitors cargo must take priority. I would request that you see if you can find any weapons servitors in your area and send them to the cargo deck, post haste."
He turned to Sarasti. "Grab your wargear and gird yourself for battle. This day isn't over yet."
He began to march for the door of the medical ward, doing his level best to cover up the pain in his guts as he walked. The surgeon suddenly appeared at his side.
"Judge Titus, please. If you insist on leaving then I will not try to stop you but at least take these." He handed the Judge several shots of strong painkillers and stimms. "These ought to keep you going, but if you tear open your stitches you will start to bleed heavily again."
Titus nodded to the surgeon as he took the syringes. "I don't have time to bleed." He said as the metal doors of the medical ward slid apart so he could exit the ward.
"Judge Titus, I must protest you going back into harms way." The head surgeon within the medical ward told him as Titus was being helped back into his armor by the orderlies. The man was still wearing an apron spattered with Titus' own blood from the operation and the Arbites Judge had had to tear out the IV tubes in his arms that were providing his body with fluids after the operation in order to get out of the bed. "I just spent two hours stitching your guts back together for thrones sake!"
"Your protests are noted, Doctor." Titus said as Sarasti handed him a glass of joliq that he had filled from a decanter that a servitor had brought in. When Titus had awoken, a stiff drink had been the first thing he asked for. The Judge shotgunned the glass in one long pull and put the glass back on the gurney, grunting from the burn of the liquor. "But I have my orders, and so do you. Sarasti, my helmet."
The assassin wordlessly handed the Judge his carapace helmet which he in turn put on, watching as his photo visor's HUD display activated its internal systems including his vox bead.
"Commander Thaddeus." He said on the internal channel. "A situation has developed in the cargo deck. I need you to send any armsmen you can spare there at once and expect heavy contact. An unknown force is attempting to force entry into the chamber that the Inquisitor has ordered to be defended at all costs, so this makes it a direct order from her."
Without missing a beat, he switched channels.
"Techpriestess Victora. I know the recent events aboard the ship have made you very busy but the defense of the Inquisitors cargo must take priority. I would request that you see if you can find any weapons servitors in your area and send them to the cargo deck, post haste."
He turned to Sarasti. "Grab your wargear and gird yourself for battle. This day isn't over yet."
He began to march for the door of the medical ward, doing his level best to cover up the pain in his guts as he walked. The surgeon suddenly appeared at his side.
"Judge Titus, please. If you insist on leaving then I will not try to stop you but at least take these." He handed the Judge several shots of strong painkillers and stimms. "These ought to keep you going, but if you tear open your stitches you will start to bleed heavily again."
Titus nodded to the surgeon as he took the syringes. "I don't have time to bleed." He said as the metal doors of the medical ward slid apart so he could exit the ward.