Because I'm shipping trash... )) "How did you get this?" Gadjette asked 716.
716 shifted uncomfortably, flinching a little bit as Gadj traced over a particularly nasty scar on her left shoulder. A reminder of an all too near miss that would otherwise have cost her her life. There was a lot of pain associated with that memory, and it wasn’t one she liked to revisit.
But, her partner hadn’t asked her knowing that already. So she would have her answer. It was only fair, and she was trying to be as honest as she could. Gadjette deserved that much.
The ex-DRG unit frowned and readjusted her position where she sat. It took her a few moments to find the words to start with.
“I was on duty… That’s where all of the scars are from. Well, no, actually. Most of them. A number of them are surgical scars from the procedure. But those ones are easy to pick out from the battle scars,” she corrected herself, mumbling somewhat. “But that one in particular… Was the worst one I earned. I was shot while on duty by a hollow point round. A Garlean sniper managed to catch me on one of my perches. As you can see…. They weren’t far from my heart. I reckon either the glare of my armor or the snow glare saved me, unless they were just a lousy shot,” she explained, brow furrowing. “Hollow point rounds are meant to inflict a lot of pain… And it did. I fell a great deal as well once I was struck. But they built me to be sturdy. I survived, of course. Though I had to lay in the snow bleeding for a time before another unit could recover me. I was lucky. The sniper must have assumed me dead after hitting me and watching me fall. They didn’t come to finish the job.”