Thanks for the support. Well, I was bored, so I wrote up a little story to pass the time. It's particularly gruesome, however, so reader discretion is advised.
In the harsh winters of the battle of Cordona, with overtaxed supply lines in the Hyperspace lanes, Je'Karta Prudii and his team of Medics found they had completley run out of plasma, bandages, and antisceptic. After a particularly bad volley of blaster fire, his encampment had become a bloodbath. Amidst the screams, men ran for cover, ignoring the barked commands of their lieutenant and someone cackling with an almost girlish glee.
Prudii did his rounds during the fighting, as he had done so many times before, but never this underequipped. With terrible breaks in the front lines, many of the soldiers simply fell asleep in the dark in the early hours of the morning, marking the first year of sustained fighting.
Soldiers woke at first light with screams; they had discovered that their bandaged were not typical, but were thin strips of Human flesh, wrapped around their wounds. Several men had been given blood transusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each man who had been treated was almost completeley covered, head to toe, in the maroon stain of blood.
Prudii was to be found in an ammunition tent, staring off into space. when one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his lab coat fell off to reveal his torso had been completely stripped of skin, and his body was almost completely dried of blood.
In one hand, Prudii held a scalpel. In the other, a blood transfusion vial.
*shivers*