Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20190706220838/@comment-27661770-20190708185244

The boy held his head up high as he leapt into battle, surrounded by familiar faces who kenw what they were doing.

But this much Darkness was abnormal. It never happened like this... right?

Right?

The soldiers, save the man with the cigar, are all on edge. One, with a seeming datapad, runs over to the armored man.

"...His armor's all locked up. Depending on the angle, there might have been eough to cushion the fall, but... I don't know, Sergeant."

The Sergeant, as was apparent, walked over to the green-armored body, yellow solar-shield visor glinting in the sunlight.

The apparent technician finally succeeded at unlocking the armor, noting with worry how the body wet completely limp.

This limpness prompted the Sergeant to take the cigar out of his mouth for about five seconds, reachign for something o the back of his head.

"Call in medevac. We're not leaving him here."

As his hand pulled away with a chip, a few soldiers straightened up, relief from one kind of tension (worry) and assumption of another (a stronger authority present). The black-and-green hand of the thus-far nameless man gripped the Sergeant's hand, preventign him from pulling all the way away as the other had pushed off the ground, letting the ma rise to his feet.

"Yeah. You're not."

The following exchange was a sigh, with mild humor in it. The emotion was absent from his face, but o0ne could see the tiny sparkle in his eye and hear it in his voice, old friends chastising one another.

"...crazy fool. Why d'ya always jump? One'a these days, you're gonna land on somethin' more stubborn'n you are!"

"...Sir? Should I run diagnostics?"

"...Lieutenant I gotta ask why in the HELL you gotta ask me."

"We may not have time. That thing might not be alone..."