Love story between Guardsmen and a Krieger!
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The thought of the Medicae dying violently after committing suicide by Xeno filled him with dread. A series of images flashed through his mind. The Medicae lying on the ground clutching at a steaming hole in her side where a blue pulse from a Tau riffle had burnt it's way through her guts. One of the avian Xenos swinging it's blade down in an arc and slicing her head from her shoulders, the hiss of air from the bifurcated breathing tube and the spray of bright arterial blood as the corpse fell and the head rolled off to the side. He saw her lifted up in the arms of one of the Xenos, struggling against it's grip and trying to break free as it clamped it's jaws down on her body and she went limp. The images went through his mind, a slideshow of horror, and he recoiled.
He did not want her to die, could not stand the thought of her dying. He'd already lost so many. He'd just barely gathered mementos for four more of his men who were now gone to the Emperor's side, he couldn't bear to loose any more of his people. True she hadn't been a member of his squad for very long, but she was still one of his damn it.
It had been difficult at first, but he'd grown to enjoy her company. The frequent cultural clashes and misunderstandings had been irritating in the beginning, but they had slowly come to be endearing. She was earnest and she tried very hard, and Rochus respected that. He couldn't help but appreciate that despite how difficult it must have been she kept trying, and had been making good progress integrating with the other men in the squad before all of this. She wasn't just some Krieger or a medic for the squad anymore. She was his Medicae, and he didn't want to loose her. Not now, not after he had already lost so many and the rest were being taken from him. He couldn't stand to loose one of the last links he had to his squad.
He took comfort in the knowledge that the Medicae had been assigned here to the field hospital, and that it was highly unlikely that she would have any opportunities to martyr herself fighting against the remaining Xenos while this far behind the lines tending to the wounded. He let out a sigh of relief. The images in his head wouldn't come into reality. He smiled as he felt his worry slip away momentarily, before it was replaced with guilt. Sure it made him happy to know she would be safe, but it probably made her miserable. He felt selfish for feeling glad about something that would make her unhappy. Guilty that he wanted her around for his own comfort regardless of how hard that might be on her. He knew it was her dearest wish but he did not want her to die, not even for the Emperor.
He made the sign of the Aquila and whispered a muted apology to Him on Terra for that last thought, but he knew that Heresy or not it was still true. He wanted her to live, and he was glad she was safe here. Glad that unless something went terribly wrong she would live. Then he thought about what would happen after. After the last of the Xenos were cleared out of the woods, and after the colonists arrived, what then? The Medicae would be alive, but all she had known was war. How would she be able to adjust to peace? How would she be able to adjust to peace while feeling guilty for having lived? Would she be able to take it? Would it be too much for her? Would she end up eating the end of a bolt pistol?
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I approve of this body type for the armoured story
He shuddered at that last thought. No, no he wouldn't let that happen. He'd taken her under his wing and tried to ease her into the squad before, and he'd do it again. When the colonists came he would be there to help her adjust to their new life on this planet, and he'd keep an eye on her to make sure nothing untoward happened. He'd be there. He'd be able to help her, and when she was ready he'd be there for her to talk to to help her work things out. It'd work out. It had to. He'd make it work. As he made his decision he was pulled from his thoughts by a voice coming from off to the side
"Sarge, hey sarge you in there?" asked Baiman slowly as he waved a hand in front of Rochas's face. "Hello, sarge?"
"What?" He said and jerked up as he realized he'd been sitting there lost in his thoughts while Baiman was trying to talk to him. "What is it?
"Damn sarge you were out of it, you need a doc?" Asked the one armed trooper with a look of concern on his face.
"No" said Rochus as he waved a hand in dismissal "No i'm fine,i just got lost in thought there for a moment. What was it you were trying to say?"
"Well i was trying to say i'm off to the mess to grab something to eat, and that the Krieger i told you about just walked in a minute ago" said Baiman as he first jabbed a thumb over his shoulder towards the door, and then pointed over to the far corner of the building. Rochus followed his finger with his eyes and saw the Medicae handing several packages over to a man in surgical scrubs, who took them and then disappeared into an adjoining room.
Has anyone compiled the writing so far into a document or pastebin for easier reading?
I'm keeping a personal copy on my desktop, yeah. I plan to provide it to the writefag once he's done so he has a full copy of it, if he doesn't have one already.