Corporal "Soko" Sokoloff, Combat Engineer.
Soko suddenly gasped for breath as consciousness quite abruptly returned to him. At first the engineer couldn't see a thing as he laid there on his back, of course the thought imminently crossed his mind
Did... did I die? It didn't feel like he was dead, but he sure felt like hell, mainly he couldn't feel much. Slowly, however, the rest of his senses came back online so to speak, and when they did he could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions once again. Good news, he wasn't dead after all it seemed, bad news he was still on that very same battlefield. Soko then finally pushed himself from the rubble ridden ground, as he did so pieces of rebar and other such bits that used to make up a bunker slid right off him.
He looked down to see that his armor was beat up something fierce, obviously this is what saved his life, and maybe also explained why of all things he was knocked out... although that stupid hat probably wouldn't have done a thing anyway. Soko glanced behind him only to see that the entire back section of the structure had completely collapsed, meaning he was lucky to have been at the front where some of it still managed to stand. It was then Soko started to feel something wet run down his leg, and perhaps as if on cue a sharp pain rang out from the approximate place of said wet spot. He grunted with clear discomfort when he tried repositioning to figure out what was happening, although clearly he already had a perfect idea what happened, he just wanted to see it for himself. Yeah, that was it, sticking of out of his leg was a piece of metal, of course it was very bloody plus was also fairly long but fortunately not too thick. The first problem was he couldn't exactly move with this thing sticking out of him, he'll probably smack into something and hurt himself.
Soko reached towards his kit, and it seemed luck favored him at least a little, he found his kit in perfect condition although he supposed the case was made to be seriously durable. He placed it front of him and started fishing for a very specific tool he needed, eventually he came out with a miniature electric saw in hand. Soko took a deep breath, then without wanting to be out there any longer then necessary he got right to cutting. The engineer had to fight through the pain, the vibrations caused by the saw weren't all that ignorable when the metal in question was deeply imbedded into his leg after all. Mercifully the first side was chopped off, but he still had the back to do, not to mention this would require him to twist his wounded leg as well. After what seemed like forever he finally got the second side done, although at this point the pain had gotten quite severe, still he wasn't as weak willed to let himself pass out again. Soko returned the saw back to its proper storage place, and the engineer's kit too.
Already knowing he couldn't stand on his own, Soko first found a large rod of metal to use as a sort of walking stick, after testing its strength he was convinced it was strong enough to hold him. He took what seemed like the hundredth deep breath of the day, he didn't want to draw this out, he had to do this quickly or else he'll just make this harder on himself. He used the little bit of remaining wall behind him as some support to help him along, and after about a minute of struggling he got himself back on his feet.
Soko started limp his way around the large pile of rubble, he wasn't sure if anyone else has survived, he didn't see any bodies where he awoke, although he was sure many of the wounded that were housed in the used-to-be-bunker had to be undoubtedly dead, if not all of them. He wasn't even sure about that medic he barely met, well... war was never kind to anyone. Yet, when he came around the corner there she was, looked like she was just pulled out, lucky her. Soko of course also saw the captain, and someone else he hadn't met met. That man in question was a PRN soldier just like him, although he was clearly a old dog from how patchwork his armor was, not to mention the soldier was clearly on the older side. All the same it was actually kind of nice to see someone else from his home world, someone else who shared the same memories of home. As Soko slowly passed by the old man and medic he gave a friendly wave with his free hand, but his focus was on the captain.
"Hello sir, somehow I managed to not die in that... just not sure about many of the wounded. Still I suppose luck won out for me back there, just happy not to be dead." Soko tried smiling through the moderate pain he was still experiencing.
"Although I'm not in any condition to keep fighting, my leg isn't doing all that great as you can see." 