polar_ice
Sergeant Ray, Updated for Gand
Well, after leaving Nar Shaddaa I got sent to a medical frigate for some kinda regular checkup, to see how my health was doing. When the docs were checking my over they found a large piece of shrapnel in my lower back. I dunno how it got there, probably something just slipped in under my armor during battle and I didn't notice it. Well, anyways, they kept me there for a while, and I missed all of Cularin and the first half of the invasion of Gand. From what some of the others told me, I should be glad to have missed them. While I was in hospital I realized that my armor was a little old, so I talked to some of the guys in the armory and they fixed me up. Got some scout gear, a jetpack, and some new type of blaster. I didn't get any new squad mates while I was in hospital, but the brass sent word that I'd be meeting a few on the surface. hell, I couldn't care less, all I want to do is get back in the fight, subordinates of not. As I write this, the gunships are coming in, and I guess I have to go. I'm back in action, bitches, and it's time to roll.
Sergeant Ray, Updated for Gand
Well, after leaving Nar Shaddaa I got sent to a medical frigate for some kinda regular checkup, to see how my health was doing. When the docs were checking my over they found a large piece of shrapnel in my lower back. I dunno how it got there, probably something just slipped in under my armor during battle and I didn't notice it. Well, anyways, they kept me there for a while, and I missed all of Cularin and the first half of the invasion of Gand. From what some of the others told me, I should be glad to have missed them. While I was in hospital I realized that my armor was a little old, so I talked to some of the guys in the armory and they fixed me up. Got some scout gear, a jetpack, and some new type of blaster. I didn't get any new squad mates while I was in hospital, but the brass sent word that I'd be meeting a few on the surface. hell, I couldn't care less, all I want to do is get back in the fight, subordinates of not. As I write this, the gunships are coming in, and I guess I have to go. I'm back in action, bitches, and it's time to roll.