Healers in Action Part 3

Leslie POV:

I knew what Specialist Shawn was doing by leaving S3bastian with the medics. Although he said it was to protect us, I learned quickly that it was to showcase the omnics medical skills. Anytime any of us threatened to get overwhelmed with patients at one time, S3bastian would step in, taking care of them with deadly accurate diagnoses, and skilled techniques. 

I decided to follow Specialist Shawn's advice and ignore it. A soldier was before with the most common injury on a battlefield, a gunshot wound. As I inspected it, I saw that luckily, the bullet passed through and didn't appear to hit any vitals. Hooking him up to the IV, I begin by cleaning the blood around his wound. 

While I was attempting to stop his bleeding, I could feel myself entering a trance of sorts. I knew I shouldn't let my mind drift at a time like this, but there was something different about this. There was a subtle feeling I was receiving as I touched the soldier, and I could feel a response within myself as well. It wasn't me losing focus, but rather me gaining focus on something that I felt was always there.

Before I could wrap my mind around what I was close to understanding, I made the mistake of looking at the omnic. It was currently treating two patients at the same time, while looking at me almost the entire time it was doing so. Remembering Specialist Shawn's words, I knew it was an obvious attempt to provoke me, but it only annoyed me as it interrupted my train of thought. Gritting my teeth, I went back to my own tasks. 

General POV:

The commander looked grimly at the state of his army. His mentor had told him, that there were many factors that came into account when planning, but there was one thing that you could never control. Luck. Many people would argue that luck didn't exist and if someone was a sound strategist, luck wouldn't matter in the plan.

But he wouldn't define himself as a genius at making plans or anything like that. While in war, especially this one, impromptu promotions were always happening, and he was no exception. Months ago, he was just a Staff Segreant, but once the Ravagers started appearing, command positions needed filling, and he was promoted within no time. Any successful mission guaranteed a promoting to make way for the new incoming recruits. Now he was somehow a Second Lieutenant, and he was not qualified for the rank. 

Sure, it was simple work training the new recruits, he merely had to teach them the basics of how to handle a gun and who to report to. It was the decisions in battle that really defined the makings of a leader. On arriving, he went with the obvious decision to ambush the opponent as it was the most logical choice. However, this is where their luck apparently ran out. 

In someone's panic of the approaching enemy, they dropped the trigger rigged to the explosions, detonating them way too early. From that moment, chaos ensued. It became increasingly clear that his men were not ready to face such opponents as they had no idea what to shoot on the omnics, nor what they were capable of. He also took notice of the enemies' movements and tried to relay orders to his troops before they were pushed out into the open. However, everyone was panicking. 

Just as he was about to call for the retreat, he felt a presence next to him. Hand on his holster, he jumps to the side only to find its Specialist Shawn. Everyone knew of his capabilities, but when they heard about what he was planning with his medical team, everyone scoffed. They felt like it was a waste of good talent, and this was the result of a kid goofing off. But this Second Lieutenant didn't. He wanted all the help he could get.

"The enemy's commander has been dealt with and the rest of these stragglers are good for clearing." He reports. 

His words cause an uproar among the other fellow command that were with me. "You are a medic, act like it." One said. "Him and his team are detriments to this campaign." They manage to say before I silence them. They had no idea what it's like facing a Ravager. The fact that it was defeated, by a child no less. 

I turn to him, "Thank you for the update. Continue the hard work." I congratulate to him. 

He nods, disappearing in the blink of an eye leaving them confused. Turning back and issuing the order to push forward, I realize that I was mistaken. With him here, we have all the luck on our side.