If I had a nickel for every fucked up and socially inept (/pos) speaker oc, I'd have three nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened thrice. /silly
I'm sure they can convince Right to come out and give Biggs room to stretch his leggies out again. Medic will coax em out!
Civic has dealt with Tremolo too much to be surprised to find a speakerman hissing under a desk....
@pughat is the owner of Right, the speakerman under the desk c:
It is cool though to see the differences between all these goofy speakermen, I love it! <3 And thank you for the ask! I like drawing silly things like this and getting back into getting more ambitious with art <3
Every person sooner or later makes a character from their country. That's why I made Nadia. Actually this OC is pretty old. Year ago I wanted to make her a reverse:1999 character but it didn't work out. So I decided to redesign her as a tf2 character
I think she deserves a proper reference just because me and my sister ship her with sister's OC
Where the Silence Ends Trilogy - The Lines Between Book 1 - Prologue
Main Pair: Commander Cody/Original Female Character Medic
Genre: Romance, Military Romance, Survival & Legacy
Quick Summary:
A medic named Rhea serves alongside Commander Cody and General Kenobi, forming a quiet but deep bond with Cody during the Clone Wars. As the war nears its end, shifting battles and personal feelings push them to navigate the line between duty and desire—until the galaxy, and their lives, shatter.
1 OUT OF?
One Year
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A faint chuckle from the clone beside her. Older, first generation, or at least close to it. He had a scar above his left eye, cutting through his brow, resting slightly above it, then trailing down with a curve to his cheek. Never told her how he got it, she assumed reckless behavior or worse, suicidal sense of duty.
Either way, the two remained quiet. The spice tea that she had gotten a hold of while General Kenobi was busy with battle plans, he mostly understood, even after his clone Commander had watered it down for him. He took more of the clones' suggestions than he would like to admit, often humming and nodding. Feigning understanding, more than eager to return to his tent and drink his tea and eat whatever rations he had left.
Then, finally, the clone spoke. Dry as always.
“I will stay in the army when it does end, I have no real interest in anything else anyway.”
And like that, he answered a question that always lingered in the back of her mind. Well, at least in terms of her thoughts about his future. But she looked at him, not a side glance but fully. Taking him in as he was.
He looked like the rest of his brothers with deep-set brown eyes that were heavy-lidded with fatigue, tan skin that usually showed the scars he had earned. Even his skin was worn from his accelerated aging, highlighted by his close-cropped black hair that was within the standard regulations. But in the light, there were notes of gray at his temples. And if you asked her, the tight tension that was always set in his jaw, awake or not, had to be something he was born with.
She let out a sigh and looked away, because around six months earlier, the clones were issued new armor. Phase II, or how she called it, 'the bulk of someone who knows nothing of battle,' but she had cut it down to 'it looks stupid,' and more often than not, the Commander would smirk faintly at her words.
But what she didn't see after she turned away from him was how he caught the light in her eyes. The way the sun's rays hit her hazel-green eyes just right, where he could see what looked to be golden flecks in the irises, eyes that were always narrowed and focused when she was working on keeping one of his brothers alive while another medic worked on another clone elsewhere.
He gave a faint smile he would deny if anyone saw it or brought it up, a firm and direct 'this is a war, a battlefield, not some training field to play around on,' but for now, he would look at her like she held the secrets to life.
Because in this moment she had, even when her medium-length cut was somewhere between copper or maybe some forgotten name for some color that mixed reddish-brown together. The hell he would know, but the messiness of it, the imperfect barracks haircut that some clone trooper probably talked her into, was all tied up in a bun. Even though she kept her head covered with a helmet, which he wished the General would follow in line with.
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No matter the base, Medic always has a tendency to over work himself. With enough persuasion and sleep deprivation, however, he is likely to be dragged to bed by Sniper. Though, he is surprised by how intimate Sniper chooses to be once he gets there.
These character belong to the blog @blood-feathers on here.
Medic: Gabriel (Eurasian Collared Dove)
Sniper: Ray (Clouded Leopard)
No matter the universe, no Medic is ever prepared to admit when they're tired. That’s just a simple fact of working for Mann Co. If you fall into either the medical or engineering side of the team then it’s just statistically known that you are going to be more willing to engage in self destructive tendencies.
Long nights spent toiling over projects and even later days spent trying to stay awake. A normal sleep schedule wasn’t expected by most Mann Co employees to be sure, but it was still remarkable how quickly things could go sideways when it came to how work and sleep would come into conflict.
Though, it was especially tenuous for the medic at the colloquially known ‘Team Beast’ base. The tenuousness of his choices were less related to concern from others, and more the complicated relationship to them that he’d created.
Guilt was certainly a driving factor behind what he tended to work on now. His passion was, as any good medic for Mann Co would pursue, to overcome mortality. That had been, and still somewhat was, the end all be all of everything he could work on. It was a goal that had seemed obtainable a few years before. He’d taken his risk, he’d played a game with chance, and it had blown up in his face far greater than he ever could have expected.
He wanted to fix the biggest proverbial flaw within the human body. That’s all. Just because he stole a book from a wizard didn’t mean his teammates needed to be punished too. It didn’t matter much now, of course. That wizard was long gone, and the attempts that had been made to find him had all turned up nothing.
So they were stuck.
Every single one of his teammates were damned, by him, to living the rest of their days as animal people. They were all people who were already on the fringes of society because of their professions, and then they suddenly just couldn’t exist within it. There was no amount of explanation or begging that could make it better for any of them. They were stuck together, and there was no clear way out either.
There could be no way to dispute that his work had led to this outcome, there was no around the kind of guilt he had to forever sit with following his mistake, and there was no way for him to look any of his teammates in the eye and not be able to see his fallacies within.
He fucked up.
In plain and simple terminology that's what had happened. That was what the Soldier certainly kept reminding him of. That was what had led Soldier to his breaking point. The blame was on him for being the cause of the tragedy, but that didn’t justify the actions that came after it. His colleagues had assured him of that time and time again, even after they all realized there was no way his wings could ever come back intact.
They were stuck together, scars and all.
No one blamed Medic for still being jumpy whenever Soldier walked into a room though. They couldn’t fathom the feeling of having teeth sunk into your flesh and knowing your bones were being broken and skin split all in one motion. Soldier may have still, technically, been a human in that moment, but all other indicators showed he was nothing but a rabid dog.
He took something from Medic then. He lashed out and took the one thing that he didn’t need to survive, but could still do the most unequivocal amount of damage to him. The very wings that he’d already experienced the horrors of having split through his skin and burst from his back, and just as quickly as they were there only blood could be found.
They weren’t coming back. None of it was coming back. There was no wizard to fix his mistake and there was no way the respawn machine could mend what had been torn.
So it was easier to just seclude himself from everyone then suck it up and put on a brave face on the daily. Especially with Soldier still roaming the halls. He got used to it too. He was fine with being by himself in his lab. Even if he extended himself past any sensible point, at least he was doing something with his time.
Though, he wasn’t always alone in his lab.
“Angel,” Sniper asked as he poked his head in, “How long have you been awake for?”
“You know you don’t want me to answer that question for you, Catling.” He responded, he let his shoulders sink down toward the table in front of him while his head did the same. The outer layers of his outfit had come off at some point, though he couldn’t remember for the life of him when. He just knew that he was down to a button up that was already sliding down his shoulders. He felt pathetic knowing that Sniper had to see him like this, but he knew that he’d seen him worse. He could feel the bags under his eyes aching but he still couldn’t justify going to sleep. There was still so much that needed to be done.
When two paws wrapped themselves around his waist he didn’t bother to pull away. Rather he let himself lean into the touch and allowed his body to rely on Sniper’s for support.
“Is there any way I can tempt you to go there then?”
That got a chuckle out of him, “You can tempt me to do a lot, I'm sure you already know that, Ray.”
“You’re right,” He leaned his head down so that he could rest his head against the back of Medic’s neck. “Normally it wouldn’t be for something so mundane, though.”
His feather’s prickled with the added sensation of the leopard’s breath at the back of his neck and, he couldn't deny, that he could feel himself melting into his partner’s body. He was too tired for his own good, and there was really no excuse for him not to accept whatever he might have planned.
“Am I actually going to go to sleep or are you planning anything else?”
He could feel Sniper smile against his neck as his fangs pressed themself into his skin. “Maybe, you’ll have to join me to find out.”
Medic let out a loud groan before he let Sniper start to drag him out of the room. Night had long since set in so there wasn’t any concern about anyone seeing the strange display of a partially limp Medic and Sniper half carrying half dragging him through the halls. With no energy left in him it made sense in the moment, but he already knew that he wouldn’t be able to live it down when he’d wake up.
Once they reached Sniper’s room, it took one swift motion for Medic to find himself on the bed. His face was straight down against the shitty comforter. As the bed bounced slightly he knew that he’d been joined up there, but he prickled when he felt paws gliding up under his shirt.
He opened his beak to ask what was happening but he instead sucked in a breath as the paws reached their destination. The scar tissue where his wings once connected to his body. They were rough and still had an off putting texture to them, but having someone else’s hands, paws, against them was something else entirely.
“Can I see them, Gabriel?” Sniper, coyly, asked, his voice easily showing
With a sigh, he lifted himself up by his elbows just enough to get the buttons undone and let Sniper slide it downwards. He expected to feel his partner’s paws on his back again, but instead his breath shuddered as he felt soft, fluffy, kisses being placed along the same area.
“It’s okay, it's going to be okay, my Angel.” He whispered against the torn flesh. His teeth ran their way along the messy scar tissue just as much as his fluffy lips did.
His paws were placed at Medic’s side as well. They slowly ran up and down his waist as he continued to do the same to the scars.
He continued to whisper, “You’re okay. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” While Medic felt himself sinking into the bed more and more. The feeling of being comforted by his partner led him closer and closer to sleep than he could have realized.
Eventually, Sniper made his way up to Medic’s neck and left one last kiss right there. “I’m here for you, Angel.” His paws finally made their way back to the scars and he spread his fingers as though they were his wings.
They’d return to him, just not how he expected.
“I know you are, Catling. I know.” The words came out soft, slightly slurred, and it was the last thing he remembered before the world sank away.
He woke up a few hours later and found himself with Sniper enveloping him. He could feel his fur against his feathers as his arms were wrapped around him, and his face was right up against his chest.
He felt briefly compelled to laugh at the sight, but instead he leaned his head down and let their foreheads touch, “I’m here for you too, Ray. I’m here for you too.”
He knew he couldn't hear him but he still needed to say it. Even if he’d have to repeat again, eventually.
A/N: So here it is the first chapter of my Obi Wan x Medic story. I hope you guys will enjoy it ;)
There were a lot of things Obi Wan Kenobi wasn’t sure of during this war. How long would it take, how many more of his men he would be forced to see dying, or how many times will Anakin disobey his order. But there was one thing General Kenobi knew for sure. He was tired and in pain. As much as the first one has become some kind of formality for him since his Master died, the second one was becoming an issue. It’s not like he didn’t go to the medics after each mission. But there always seemed to be an emergency before he was able to heal, he always felt like one of his lungs was collapsing, or just a rib making it harder to breathe. He never said it to anyone, but he just wanted to rest. He wanted the war to finally be over, so he, Obi Wan Kenobi could go and have a whole day just to himself. He knew it was selfish, but he didn’t care at this point.
So when he heard a beeping he didn’t stop the groan leaving his lips. He hoped he would at least have an hour for himself, to just lay around and let his body heal. He wasn’t the 20 years old Padawan like Anakin or Ashoka, who seemed to never get tired.
“We need you at the deck”, of course they did. He appreciated Cody, and Force, he couldn’t ask for a better Commdender, but damn, did he hate him at this particular moment. He could feel there was a commotion around. The clones were running around more frantically than normally, as if they were preparing for something.
“Apologies General, but we got a call from Master Windu and Master Yoda” he smiled softly at the Clone and nodded his head, preparing himself mentally for yet another exhausting mission.
“Masters, how can I help you?” He welcomed both of them, trying to hide how much he didn’t want to take part in this briefing.
“We have some good news, Obi Wan”, Windu started and Kenobi knew he must be tired, cause he swore he saw the older Jedi smile. “For a while now, in top secret, we have been preparing a special operation.” He never liked anything that had a ‘top secret’ in its name. Especially if it was a secret, even he didn't know about. But he knew better to ask, so he just nodded as a sign of listening. “We prepared 10 teams of medics that would be deployed to each of the most crucial bases, that would consist of the most well-trained healers we have. All the Jedi Generals should have a healer for themselves, that would help you to be better prepared for the next battles.” It wasn’t easy to surprise Master Kenobi, but Kriff was he in awe. “There is a ship coming your way, with your medics. You and Skywalker will have your own private ones that will follow you through your missions. Whether you take them with you or leave them at the base is up to you.” The silence seemed to stutter for way too long, he felt it, and yet he wasn’t sure how to respond.For the first in a very long time, he didn’t know what to say, and he couldn’t wait to see Anakin’s face when he’s going to find out.
“I won’t lie Master Windu, this is probably the best news I have heard for a very long time”, he chuckled to himself. “I didn’t know we were even preparing something like that.”
“Teams like that would give a lot of hope and probably boost our morale, yes”, he stopped and sighed.
“However, sure whether this would work we were not. Losing that boosted morale would have been a critical punch if we failed. Why this is, it is a secret we decided to make, even from you, master Obi Wan. Yes, hrrrm”, leave it to Master Yoda, to always truly know what he really thought.
“Understood, Master”, the younger Master nodded. “We will prepare everything for them to land, then. How big are the teams?”
“No big, around 5-10 people, depending on the amount of soldiers we have.” Windu answered. “They are well trained”, there was a pause and then a sigh “Trained by the best one of them.” There was something about it that didn’t sit well with Kenobi. “She will be appointed to you Kenobi. She is the head healer, however”, yet another sigh and even Yoda had to chuckle to himself. “Be wary, she is hard to take in.”
***
“So there we are”, she turned and smiled at the Twi’leks, second in command, head medic of her team and one of her best friends. “I didn’t believe it would work. When Yoda and Windu accepted that silly idea of yours, I was sure they were out of their minds, or desperate.”
“Probably both”, she smiled to herself playing with her hair nervously. “And it’s good to know that you consider this mission silly, Dia.”
“Not anymore, but the idea itself was very controversial”, the Twi’leks rolled her eyes. “Not to mention that you are still just a kid, Nara”, Dia laughed when her friend’s fist landed on her arm.
“I’m 27, thank you very much!!” She crossed her arm in front of her and smiled fondly, at her friend. “I am just a kid, right? It’s scary. I remember when we started the studies, I would never have imagined that I would be a head of medics at the age of 25 and be a part of the War against those scums.” They both came silent. It was unbelievable, truely, but there was no time for that. “I have to be honest. I’m nervous. When I proposed the idea, I didn’t think we would become private medics for the Generals. We will have a lot of work to do, you know?”
“Yeah, I heard stories of Anakin Skywalker. But General Kenobi doesn’t sound much better”, there was a pause and a mischievous smile crossed Dia’s lips. “But I don’t think you mind that much.” Nara blushed a little bit and looked at the window, preparing herself mentally for the landing.
***
Hard to take in. He wasn’t sure what Master WIndu meant by that, but Kenobi was sure that he had forgotten that he had Anakin as his Padawan for a long time. If the healer was the head medic, then she was probably an older lady. Nothing to worry about, he was sure. As much as he would get healed after his mission, he couldn’t care less, of whatever the old lady would talk about.
He smiled to himself seeing a small cruiser landing. This new team would be a blessing for them. Of this he would be sure. A moving medic station was a brilliant idea that may change the course of the War.
“There seems to be 5 medics and 2 pilots on board, with some equipment”, Cody stated calmly. “We have prepared quarters for them just as Master WIndu asked. Two separate ones for the Generals’ medics.” Kenobi nodded and smiled thankfully to the Clone. “That is a nice surprise, if I may say.”
“Yes, definitely. Much better than another briefing on the mission.”, he started to walk to greet the team, frowning not seeing a head medic on the board. The average age of the team seemed to be around 40. “Welcome”, maybe she was still inside…”Thank you for coming. We were briefly informed by Master Windu about the situation, and let me tell you, I can not be more happy to have you here.” The group looked at him and they all smiled. A short, not higher than 160 cm, young girl, with big green eyes and long blonde hair stepped out of line, greeting him with a pleasant smile.
“You must be Master Obi Wan Kenobi!” Her voice was calm and nice for the ears. “My name is Nara Ardan, and I am a head medic.” Well this definitely was a special day in the history of Jedi. It was once again that Master Obi Wan was lost with words. She was definitely not an old, grumpy lady he was expecting. She was young. Closer to Anakin’s age, than… Well, no it must have been a mistake. “It is a great honor to finally meet you! Mace isn’t really a man of compliments, but he does speak highly of you.”
“Mace? You mean Master Windu?” He raised his brow. Not many people outside of the Order would speak his first name. Windu didn’t speak of her other than today, so Kenobi doubted that they were close friends.
“Oh, yes, forgive me. I forgot he hates when I use his first name”, she chuckled and paused when a girl behind her coughed slightly. “Oh, apologies! Please Master Kenobi, please meet my team! This tall drink of water is Dia, my right hand, a second to commend in the medic base, and a new private doctor of Master Skywalker, who I see isn’t present.”
“He does have a mission, with his Padawan”, Obi Wan smiled slightly at Dia, who nodded back. “I do have to apologize in advance, Dia, as a Master I did what I could…” Both women chuckled lightly at the humor.
“These three blocks up there, are the finest men in the galaxy. And they specialize in bacta and internal issues. We ain’t the biggest team, but I can assure you, we are the best at what we do”, a little wink didn’t go unnoticed by the Jedi, who nodded his head. “Fed, Horrad, Gal, please meet General Obi Wan Kenobi.” Their handshake and posture were much more professional than their young boss’. What bothered Kenobi was the fact that the supposed head medic was the youngest out of them. He wouldn’t bother much if she was just the head of the team, however, if what Windu said was true, she was indeed a head of the Republic medics. “Is everything alright, General?” He didn’t realize he was striking his beard, eyes on the girl that was momentarily occupying his mind.
“He has the same reaction as everyone else who found out that a kid like you is head of medics.” Dia murmured, making the Jedi shift uncomfortably. The man sighed and was about to apologize, when the young woman started to laugh.
“You are just 5 years older than me, so shut it will ya?” She turned her head to the Jedi, and it was the first time when the Master saw her serious. “I know and understand that my age may bother you, General Kenobi.” Her voice was still as calm as ever, but Obi Wan could feel it has become more strict and professional to what she sounded previously. “However, please be advised to not underestimate me just because I am a bit closer to the age of your previous Padawan than yours. Especially seeing how the same man seems to have the same respect in your eyes I lack.” He frowned, knowing that despite the softness to her voice, she was making a point. “However, as much as I understand that the respect must be earned and not just given, I ask one simple thing from you, Master Jedi.” She closed the gap that was separating them and looked up, to make sure she was looking straight into his eyes. “That you look at me based on my and my team’s achievements, rather than my age.” And before he was able to respond, she signaled the whole team to follow, asking one of the Clones to show them to their quarters.
“Not gonna lie”, Cody chuckled still looking at surprised Kenobi, “I do like the feisty little Lady”.
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This was not how she wanted their first meeting to go. She expected the Clones would be wary of her, but seeing at his reputation, she expected more from General Kenobi. The way he looked at her, made her question all of the opinions she held so close about the Jedi Order. Or maybe, it was just her and her nerves getting the better of her…
“I have to admit, that was sexy”, she turned around and raised her brow at Dia, who was standing at the entrance of their medic room. She had to admit, it was bigger than she expected. She wasn’t sure how much time Windu gave them to prepare it but it was a decent start to something much bigger and more organized “I thought your absurd adoration towards Jedi would stop you from fighting for yourself, and there you are”
“Just because I admire them, doesn’t mean I will let them disrespect me, just because I am a little younger than they expected me to be. I was able to persuade Mace, nothing should be more difficult than that.” The woman smiled proudly at her younger friend. There were times when it was her that was responsible for defending the now head of medics. Her low self esteem was the only thing keeping her from being Great. It still pushes her back a lot, but it’s much better than it used to be.
“Yeah, sexy” Nara couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “I let Fed know of the equipment. He’s taking care of it with the boys” the younger one nodded and smiled thankfully. “Not too many beds.”
“No, but considering that it was put at the last minute, it’s not bad at all”, Dia smirked to herself, seeing how her little friend is already thinking of how to make it better in the most efficient and fastest way possible. If Dia had just one word to describe Nara, it would be Genius. And it wasn’t just a book smart thing. She understood, she adapted and used her gathered knowledge like a genius would. She was the youngest to ever enroll in the academy, and the youngest to finish it as well. However, Dia knew that despite Nara being a genius, nothing really came easy for her. No one spent as much time in the archives and libraries as she did. No one knew as much about the galaxy's medical herbs as she did. She was gifted, smart, talented but most importantly kind hearted. A must have for a healer. “How many bact bombs do we have?”
“Not many I suppose. Making them isn’t as easy as we hoped. Horrad, would probably be of use to you when it comes to that. He would be happy to spend some time playing around it”. A single nod of acknowledgement. Nara was focused on the documentation, preparation and calculation. Dia always wondered what was inside of her friend’s mind when started to doze off and focus on more important issues.
“Here”, she mumbled and gave Dia a list of things she thought were essential for the med room. “I am almost finished with the aid kit update. I still need to think of things or two. I would be grateful if you all would contribute to my ideas… I’m still working on the synthesizer, but it will take me a while, unfortunately. And I will need Fed help with it. Unfortunately I’m rubbish with technology.”
“Then I am sure, Anakin would be more than happy to help”, the both women jumped hearing a voice behind them. “Apologies, my ladies, I did not plan to scare you”. A sheepish smile was sent towards them, and for a second Nara wasn’t sure how this innocent and adorable man was considered one of the biggest threats by the Separatists.
“I did hear Master Skywalker was more than adept with technology. He should easily find things to talk about with the boys.” Dia smiled and looked at Nara, who looked around the room, not to focus too much on the Master. She was truely adorably naive. “I'll send your wish list to the headquarters.”
“Thank you, and please go rest. Send the boys away as well please”, she half-shouted after her girl. “She works too much sometimes, seriously…” She murmured, forgetting for a second that she was not alone. “She… We were working until late yesterday so they didn’t get much sleep… You know…” She answered, playing with her little pen. Obi wan smirked to himself. It has been a while since he saw someone using something as simple as a pen.
“What about you? You don’t seem to plan on resting”, he raised his brow at her, and walked inside the room. He hated med rooms, but for some reason it didn’t bother him to be in one right now.
“First couple of days are crucial for us to build a strong and study med bay. I still have some things to do. As a head of med team I also need to contact other teams, to supervise how the situation looks like in other places. I don’t need that much sleep.” She bit her lip nervously, looking away. “But don’t worry I won’t forget about my duties as your private medic.” If she looked up, she would have noticed how his eyes softened and her comment. A small smile crept upon his lips and a weird sense of calmness spread inside of him.
“You do have a lot of work.I do not wish to keep you busy, however, I do want to apologize.” This time her eyes traveled up to meet his blue ones, not expecting to hear that. “You are right, your age did surprise me. You are very young for someone who holds such an important position. However, I trust that I made a great mistake judging you before you had a chance to prove yourself.” He bowed slightly, making her take a step back by surprise. “Forgive me, I hope we can start off again on better terms.” A surprise was quickly replaced by a small, soft smile that brightened her whole face. She took some step forward and extended her hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Kenobi. I am Nara Ardan, I am a head of medics. I can’t wait to start working with you.”
Name: Erich Conrad Ludwig
Age: 45(1960, start of the contract), 53(1968, MvM starts), 57(1972, comics)
Height: 6'
Hair color: Grey(formerly black)
Eye color: Green
Birthday: April 14, 1915
Occupation: Doctor, retired British Army Captain
Nationality: German
Citizenship: British
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Marital status: Divorced
Spouse(s): Lori Miller(ex-wife July 18, 1936- March 7, 1946)
Children: Alexander William Ludwig (b. November 2, 1939)
Love Interest: Mikhail Petrov
Parents: Johannes Berhard Ludwig(December 1, 1880- August 15, 1927), Ilse Ludwig nee Decker(Feburary 15, 1887-July 2, 1961)
Background:
Erich was born in Stuttgart, Germany in 1915 to the wealthy line of doctors of the Ludwig family. To the outsider the family was ideal, but Erich knew little peace or happiness under his father's thumb. Johannes was a strict, harsh, and sometimes cruel taskmaster who demanded nothing less than perfection from his young son. Despite his negative view of his father, Erich still had the dream to be a doctor, but not for the reasons his father wanted, wealth, prestige, and, secretly, pushing the boundaries of medic and ethics. Erich wanted to help people,... the way he wished someone who help him and his mother.
In the end it was a simple accident that freed them. Johannes fell down the stairs on evening after having too much to drink and chasing his smaller, faster, then 12-year-old son with his belt in hand. He landed wrong and broke his neck at the bottom of the stairs.
Erich and his mother, Ilse, left Germany after that and never looked back, moving to Britian for a fresh start, There Erich finished high school and enlisted in the Army after gaining citizenship and went through medical school to complete his schooling and service as a military doctor for as long as he remained in service. While doing so he met Lori Miller, and they married a year later and had one son.
In 1940 Erich was deployed for to fight in World War II. When he returned, a Captain, he was haunted. As a skilled combat medic he'd been on the front lines most of the time. The PTSD he suffered took a toll on his marriage until Lori finally divorced him, enraged he couldn't control it and refusing to accept it was something he couldn't control.
He retired from the military as soon as he was able and took up a regular medical position where he worked until he lost his license performing ‘back alley surgeries’ for those who couldn’t afford proper ones. In his new ‘free time’ he invented the Medigun, which led the American Gravel Company, Mann Co. to become rather interested in him, and Erich was hired on as a Medic for a group of nine mercenaries, counting himself, to right for Reliable Excavation Demolition, or RED. Arriving at Teufort he met the Russian Heavy Weapons Guys, Mikhail, and his life wound up forever changed by an odd friendship that grew into something much, much more.
