@deaxthblossom
Blackwatch missions were, as it turned out, significantly more shady than what Angela was used to. Although she had been aware of the fact on the surface, she truly hadn’t known what she was getting herself into when she had requested deployment to the next available mission--Blackwatch included. There was a great rapport among the soldiers, with a veneer of gallows humor Angela recognized as kin to that of a trauma surgery team. Covert operations meant that the Blackwatch team had more freedom to accomplish their goal by any means necessary; still, she somehow hadn’t expected such cavalier attitudes when it came to taking lives. The concept sat uneasily in the young doctor’s chest. Taking precedence, however, was the elation of a successful field test.
The Caduceus project was nowhere near finished. Though the staff functioned as intended, significant fine tuning was necessary before she would be truly satisfied; the soldiers she had stood alongside today had been required to sign informed consent forms before she was permitted to include them in the test. All of the equipment necessary in a field medic’s kit was still present at her belt in case of failure. But thanks to an ungodly quantity of hours spent in the lab there had been zero casualties today; not only that, but the team had functioned more quickly as any injury greater than a scrape was erased in an instant. In her eyes, it was a grand victory in a long road ahead.
As she stepped off into the hangar Angela stepped aside. The staff was unwieldy, its length preventing her from resting it comfortably with one hand, with no way to holster it. Idly she began construction in her head of a way to collapse it for improved portability--and as Reyes exited the ship she shelved the concept for the moment.
“Sir? I’d like to thank you again for allowing my presence today.”
