#wounded optie

[private-ops]

OPEN RP: Is This How It Ends?

A battle had come and gone...the opposing force had won. Many Watchdogs were tending to the wounded and searching for the dead. They identified the bodies and took them to the cryo-pods in the morgue. They would be buried next time they stopped at the homeworld. One certain little Watchdog was laying near the edge of the battlefield, waiting for someone to find him....blood was pooled around his body, his pistol just out of his reach. There was a scratch across his eye, a rather nasty one at that. He had been shot clean through his torso, and was lucky to still be alive...but this wouldn't be for long unless his wounds were cared for. Who would find the dying Watchdog?

[private-ops]

OPEN RP: Battle Wounds

It had been another battle for a planet. Another attempt to get close to Peepers. Another series of wounds that left him laying on the ground just waiting for either death or someone to save him. He whimpered a little, he had actually been stabbed. He shakily put his hand to the wound through his torso and yelped a bit, seeing the crimson blood spilling out of him. He shuddered and closed his eye. He had many other wounds too, but the stab wound was the worst.

He hoped somebody would find him before it was too late.