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This wasn’t the sort of thing Sandsworth would normally handle. However, with the way they barely won (if one could even call it a “win”) against Sveden, EIRAL needed to rethink its defense and better yet— offense.
Flipping through his clipboard, Sandsworth sighed. He had interviewed various individuals for the Juggernaut project. Some seemed fit, others not. The next individual was a fighter. Was, until injuries rendered him unfit for active duty. At least, unfit for normal active duty. No— now he may be useful for something else. It mainly cut down to whether the individual was willing, and if so, if he was reliable enough to be put on the project. Sandsworth would hopefully find out both shortly. And if not, well— so be it.
Walking into the infirmary quarters, Sandswroth glanced once more at his clipboard before he spoke. “Is there a Roy Greenheart, here? I’m looking for a Roy Greenheart.”
Post by Roy Greenheart on Mar 21, 2018 23:12:29 GMT
it had been days , too meany days since Roy could count as he looked at the celling of the room, once a man who was wild and was a proud wolf now reduce to less then what he was. he remembered the pain of the attacker who managed to get passed him and his attempts to kill them ,and in one movement , one strike , Destroyed him. his spine was no more as he remembered the pain now both of losing in a fight and his ability to take life , his luck had finally ran out as he know soon he would be soon be put to death like a dog he was for the number of time he had broken the rules , or thrown out of the army with a long painful trip all the way back to the farm shamed.
at this point he Just wanted death as an existence like this was pointless, powerless. unable to use his sword. unable to hold his wife and child , unable to follow his nature.
it was then when a voice called out his name. unable to turn his neck , he waited to meet who could be his grim reaper.
No response. Sandsworth raised a brow. “Roy Greenheart?” He asked again and wearily, a patient raised his hand. Walking toward the man, Sandsworth was ready to deliver his speech, only to find out it was not the person whom he sought. Instead, the wounded soldier pointed to a cot at the end of the room. “He’s been there for a while. Can’t move” “… I see,” indeed, glancing over the file once more, it did say Greenheart had been there for a while rendered paralyzed due to spinal injury. The nurses hoped with some physical therapy he could at least regain some movement but nothing seemed to be working. Approaching the cot, Sandsworth glanced at the clipboard at the foot of the bed. Indeed, this was Roy Greenheart. “Afternoon, Greenheart,” Sandsworth began. “I come to you on behalf of EIRAL to thank you for your services to our cause. Tell me, are they treating you fairly here?” Sandsworth inquired, taking a seat on a stool near the bed. “Hopefully the food is better than the mess hall’s.”
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