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Yarrick howled as the wasps stung his flesh, there were too many to swat and he started to panic as his muscles began to respond slowly. The wasps buzzing had filled his head and he thought about firing his blaster pistol into his ear to shut them up. His eyes stuck on something, something that he thought might be his only chance. A pool of mud.
Yarrick dropped his blaster and pistol, along with his com device and everything else strapped on him. Once he was free of unnecessary gear he began to roll in the mud like a man possessed. The stinging slowly stopped, but the buzzing remained. Cool mud seeped into the cracks that were once filled with wasps, and Yarrick just stopped and laid there. Yarrick knew the numbness that had stolen his elbows and knees from him would soon turn to pain, but while he was in the mud he didn't care. It felt like for once in his life his problems were over and he had earned a break.
One of the wasps landed on the Captain's helmet. It stung his face mask, leaving a small puddle of toxin. Yarrick's gloved fist enveloped it, and crushed it, the wasp's bodily fluid dripped through his fingers. Already his joints began to scream, and he dropped his arm back to his side.
Maybe I should just die here, Drazhar was right the jungle sure is beautiful... Yarrick thought, before his mind trailed off. He felt his eyelids get heavy, and his breathing slowed. The toxin moving through his body wouldn't kill him, or necessarily paralyze him, but Yarrick would sleep. A deep sleep filled with fever dreams and cold sweats.
Fucking hell... i need to command my men... my com... The captain opened his mouth but no words would come out. His hand slowly raised and reached out, but it felt like someone had turned the planets gravity to x100. Yarrick's eyes rolled back in his skull, and he began to sleep.
Drazhar had heard something, he knew he had. A quick swivel of the head proved him wrong though, they were alone in the forest. The small creatures had run off, and the birds had stopped chirping. Drazhar raised his massive, scarred hand indicating a stop. The forest was dead silent, which gave the knight proper reason to worry. They were being hunted, probably by a high-end predator.
Eventually the birds began to chirp again, and the rodents and forest creatures returned to life as usual. Drazhar opened the com channel with Yarrick, only to be met with static. Static could only mean the captain was not close to his com device, and Drazhar cursed at the the thought that the man might be dead. The scout squad needed to keep moving though, and so Drazhar began walking, ordering the men to keep up.
Yarrick dropped his blaster and pistol, along with his com device and everything else strapped on him. Once he was free of unnecessary gear he began to roll in the mud like a man possessed. The stinging slowly stopped, but the buzzing remained. Cool mud seeped into the cracks that were once filled with wasps, and Yarrick just stopped and laid there. Yarrick knew the numbness that had stolen his elbows and knees from him would soon turn to pain, but while he was in the mud he didn't care. It felt like for once in his life his problems were over and he had earned a break.
One of the wasps landed on the Captain's helmet. It stung his face mask, leaving a small puddle of toxin. Yarrick's gloved fist enveloped it, and crushed it, the wasp's bodily fluid dripped through his fingers. Already his joints began to scream, and he dropped his arm back to his side.
Maybe I should just die here, Drazhar was right the jungle sure is beautiful... Yarrick thought, before his mind trailed off. He felt his eyelids get heavy, and his breathing slowed. The toxin moving through his body wouldn't kill him, or necessarily paralyze him, but Yarrick would sleep. A deep sleep filled with fever dreams and cold sweats.
Fucking hell... i need to command my men... my com... The captain opened his mouth but no words would come out. His hand slowly raised and reached out, but it felt like someone had turned the planets gravity to x100. Yarrick's eyes rolled back in his skull, and he began to sleep.
Drazhar had heard something, he knew he had. A quick swivel of the head proved him wrong though, they were alone in the forest. The small creatures had run off, and the birds had stopped chirping. Drazhar raised his massive, scarred hand indicating a stop. The forest was dead silent, which gave the knight proper reason to worry. They were being hunted, probably by a high-end predator.
Eventually the birds began to chirp again, and the rodents and forest creatures returned to life as usual. Drazhar opened the com channel with Yarrick, only to be met with static. Static could only mean the captain was not close to his com device, and Drazhar cursed at the the thought that the man might be dead. The scout squad needed to keep moving though, and so Drazhar began walking, ordering the men to keep up.
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