Winter+-+First+Death

We were on the planet – a barren environment and obviously not an appropriate place for someone of my constitution. Dallas should have known that the damned tech priest could use a medkit as well as I could – probably better. But orders are orders, so here I was, stripped of the one thing that truly made me feel safe. I must admit that once I was on the planet, I was quite hostile. I did not want to be there and I’m sure the others knew it. After the first heat wave however, my memory is a bit fuzzy. But what I remember was shattering trees, strange men, and the sudden coolness of the world. And here is where it becomes interesting – right now, as I think out these very words – I’m at peace. No longer do I feel the pang of regret: my heart is still. I don’t have the strain of breathing, as if in a dream. The twitches and pains of my profession are relaxed – the first time in years. I hear nothing, see nothing, //feel// nothing: truly this is the emperors paradise; I welcome it. But I know that this feeling is fleeting. At this very moment I can hear the sounds of the medbay, most likely the surgeon has used some of his own life for mine, I’m sure the strain is immense. Most would be grateful for the gifts I am about to be given. The mechanations will long outlive their host of course. But not I. Dallas that infernal meddeler, first he steals my promotion (how horribly incompetent he was in his previous job) but now he also manages to get me killed. Almost. And the toaster. I’ve heard he is a member of the inquisition – I’m sure nobody will miss him once he is gone…though speeding it up might be a bit out of my hands for the moment. The first step will be regaining myself. The second will be killing Dallas.