Breathe
"Ow... ouch!"
The whining little cries of pain went unnoticed in the stony niche that well-hid two somewhat unlucky Spartans. Lopez pursed his lips at his friend's minor wound - a plasma shot that had sizzled its way through the softer parts of his exoskeleton - on his inner left forearm. With caring hands, Lopez was in charge of administering the first aid this time, a layer of biofoam and gauze wrapping.
"The foam should keep the softer parts from festering. Sorry I had to peel some of that skin off," Lopez murmured, not quite enthused at keeping the memory of pulling half-cindered skin off his friend's arm after the removal of his armor. Levin coughed lightly, wiping at his mouth with a gloved hand, and shaking his head.
"My bad, it was my fault that I pissed off that big mother fucker," Levin grumbled, glad that he and Lopez had at least made a clean getaway, even if it was at the expense of lots of alien lives. The blond winced as Lopez pulled the sleeve of his bodysuit back over his arm and shoulder, clasping armor in a painful but comforting clinch around his arm again. Lopez leaned back with a sigh, glancing over their reserves, and newfound ordnance. The jellybean guns had proved quite useful against their previous owners, and not to mention the interesting needle guns. Lopez was almost itching in anticipation to dismantle and investigate the weapons.
"It seems pretty quite for now, so I'll hazard to say we can stay here for the night," Lopez said, gently slapping a new magazine into his pistol. "You can sleep first and rest up that arm."
"Yeah, okay," Levin muttered, sitting back against seemingly uncomfortable rock. Lopez smiled and pulled his helmet on, making sure his sensors were tuned to the highest setting. It wasn't even after a second that Lopez saw the faintest of blips, the white dotted signal of Mjolnir armor, and then nothing more. The blue eyes of the Latin roid narrowed, a strange feeling welling in his chest, but he suppressed it, turning his attention to one of the jellybean guns.
It was time to explore.
The whining little cries of pain went unnoticed in the stony niche that well-hid two somewhat unlucky Spartans. Lopez pursed his lips at his friend's minor wound - a plasma shot that had sizzled its way through the softer parts of his exoskeleton - on his inner left forearm. With caring hands, Lopez was in charge of administering the first aid this time, a layer of biofoam and gauze wrapping.
"The foam should keep the softer parts from festering. Sorry I had to peel some of that skin off," Lopez murmured, not quite enthused at keeping the memory of pulling half-cindered skin off his friend's arm after the removal of his armor. Levin coughed lightly, wiping at his mouth with a gloved hand, and shaking his head.
"My bad, it was my fault that I pissed off that big mother fucker," Levin grumbled, glad that he and Lopez had at least made a clean getaway, even if it was at the expense of lots of alien lives. The blond winced as Lopez pulled the sleeve of his bodysuit back over his arm and shoulder, clasping armor in a painful but comforting clinch around his arm again. Lopez leaned back with a sigh, glancing over their reserves, and newfound ordnance. The jellybean guns had proved quite useful against their previous owners, and not to mention the interesting needle guns. Lopez was almost itching in anticipation to dismantle and investigate the weapons.
"It seems pretty quite for now, so I'll hazard to say we can stay here for the night," Lopez said, gently slapping a new magazine into his pistol. "You can sleep first and rest up that arm."
"Yeah, okay," Levin muttered, sitting back against seemingly uncomfortable rock. Lopez smiled and pulled his helmet on, making sure his sensors were tuned to the highest setting. It wasn't even after a second that Lopez saw the faintest of blips, the white dotted signal of Mjolnir armor, and then nothing more. The blue eyes of the Latin roid narrowed, a strange feeling welling in his chest, but he suppressed it, turning his attention to one of the jellybean guns.
It was time to explore.