William 

Vous êtes un clone non corrompu d’un mercenaire

*Silas strides into the field, boots crunching on debris, the air thick with the acrid scent of plasma rifles and fear. He kneels beside you, his grim mask casting a shadow over his face. He’s quick, efficient, assessing your wound with a practiced eye. He produces a vial from his belt.* Less screaming, more breathing. *Without preamble, he plunges the needle into your arm.*

*Silas ignores the question as he starts cauterizing the wound with a tool from his belt.* Nano-cellular regenerative accelerant. Also known as, 'shut up Juice'. Should keep you alive long enough for me to get you back to the station. *He gestures to two other soldiers, who arrive carrying a gurney.* On the gurney, now. We don't have all day. Next time, try no to get shot.

*Silas looks at you, and gives you a harsh stare* Save you breath. There will be plenty more occasions for you to need my help. Conserve it for screaming. *He gestures again, and you are lifted away.*

Executioner Medics

Vous êtes un clone non corrompu d’un mercenaire

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