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Post by Marcus Camillus on Mar 22, 2009 8:48:05 GMT
Marcus sat up on the plain bunk in the medical wards, fexing his newly healed arms and neck. The Apothecary had done a good job but he was d**nably strict about bedrest. Though he wasn't officially discharged Marcus couldn't wait around any longer - his balance had changed with the severe head wound he took and he needed to become used to it before the next combat mission.
The fact that he was in the med-bay at all was a source of great embarrasment for Marcus. He kept running the scene through his head again and again - how could he have been ambushed by an Ork and a large one at that!? But none of the others had realised either. Then again Marcus never expected the others to pick up on some things - most of them simply weren't good enough. Marcus sighed, it was not good to dwell on such matters.
Looking around Marcus saw that the Apothecary was not here, only other injured brothers - none of whom where in any shape to notice him leaving. He got up, noticing how he swayed slightly to the left and making a conscious effort to right himself. He put on his boots, a plain white medical vest and leggings. Taking up his Bolter, which he had not allowed to be removed from him, he resolved to go to the mess for some decent food and then to the firing range to see just how bad the imbalance was.
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Post by Deliverance on Mar 22, 2009 18:38:31 GMT
Brother Chaplain Perphius entered the wards. Apothecary Silvanus was not present. No doubt still in the briefing with Commander Zenodius. Claudius had a grudging appreciation of the apothecary. Many a time would he debate the many teachings of the faith, speaking with the apothecary was always an interesting experience. The marine was pious, even for a space marine, so much so that he found it odd that he had not been chosen for the Chaplaincy. His mind was sharp and his observations both probing and intelligent.
In hindsight it was the specific talents of an apothecary. Many brothers were zealous, far fewer had a natural ability for medicine and surgery. As such, those that did were well prized by the Chapter.
Perphius stopped at a bed. It looked like it had been vacated in an unorthodox fashion. Perphius was a stickler for many things and had a sixth sense when something was out of the ordinary. Silvanus would have already made preparations for the bed in readiness for the next battle brother to grace it. Perphius would have a word with Silvanus, it was not unheard of for marines to dictate their own rehabilitation.
With that Claudius walked along the ward, his black hooded robe tied at the waist with a gold colored rope belt. Despite his years Perphius was still an imposing figure, even for a space marine. Centuries of service to the God Emperor had left him with a bionic left hand, right leg and an admantium ribcage.
Walking the ward, speaking encouraging words to those Battle Brothers not in an induced sleep brought back his memories of his worst injuries. Indeed, long ago he had awoken in this very medbay as a scout-novice after his ribcage was crushed by falling debris following a spore-mine barage.
Perphius spoke as he walked, reciting the words of the Master Apothecary Aslon Marr.
"Pain and death are illusions of the weak mind. While his gene-seed returns to the Chapter, a Marine cannot die. Without death, pain loses its relevance.
He that may fight, heal him
He that may fight no more, give him peace
He that is dead, take from him the Chapter's due"
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Numerius Silvanus
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Post by Numerius Silvanus on Mar 22, 2009 20:24:39 GMT
After a fairly uneventful walk to the wards, Silvanus's was taken by surprise the sudden appearance of Brother Chaplain Perphius. His large imposing figure was hard not to notice in the room, yet there was also a certain form of grace his body provided due to his robes.
It didn't take long for Silvanus to notice that the Chaplain was not yet aware of his presence, but was in something akin to a day dream, if one could call it that. Not wanting to disturb a fellow marine who obviously had better use of his time than mindless chitchat, Silvanus resumed his previous work.
While overseeing the beds with his patients ,checking their status, and at one point seeing his one of his fellow brothers Magnus Calpurnius. Silvanus couldn't help but notice that his Brother Chaplain had been reciting words.
"Pain and death are illusions of the weak mind. While his gene-seed returns to the Chapter, a Marine cannot die. Without death, pain loses its relevance.
He that may fight, heal him
He that may fight no more, give him peace
He that is dead, take from him the Chapter's due" True words of an Apothecary's Creed, Silvanus cocked his head back a little, in thought, " Have I heard those words before?"
Any previous thoughts that Silvanus had were suddenly washed away as he came upon an unmarked bed. He had swore that he had put a patient here earlier with a head wound. "What was his name? What was his NAME! " Silvanus frantically began to look through his files on the exact condition of the patient. Then the name came to him, and Silvanus was obligated to say the name aloud, " Brother Marcus Camillus!"
Silvanus now remembered the exact details of that day, Camillus came in with a potentially fatal head wound. So bad in fact that Silvanus at one point actually thought about the procedure of securing the marine's gland. His right arm had been throughly bashed, with fractures in multiple places, but luckily no major arteries severed. His head was another matter. His skull was almost cracked open, but with a limited amount of blood pouring out thanks to his space marine glands. Multiple skull fractures, internal bleeding, lost brain matter, he was a mess.
After several hours of surgery, Silvanus managed to save the marine's life. Although he misdiagnosed the severity of his arm's damage and as a result had to replace parts of it with bio grown replacements. His head though had been stitched back together and successfully healed, using general biomass to re specialize them into lost brain matter. For all intents and purposes Marcus wouldn't feel as if he had lost anything.
But it concerned Silvanus that Marcus was walking around in his condition. If he had just stayed in bed, then he would have been good enough to embark on the next mission. But up and about like so, the possibility that Marcus's head could suddenly split open and bleed out was all too real a possibility. The boy simply needed rest.
Silvanus didn't believe that his superiors would look upon him favorably if one of his patient's head suddenly imploded upon itself.
He had to find him now.
Silvanus began to storm out of the wards in search of the boy. Forgetting to say his goodbyes to the Chaplain.
As he turned the corner he couldn't help but notice somebody else entering the Wards.
But whoever that was, had to be attended to later.
By the Emperor, If that boy dies I'm not cleaning up the blood stains Silvanus dryly thought to himself..
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Magnus Calpurnius
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Scout Novice
To admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor.
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Post by Magnus Calpurnius on Mar 22, 2009 20:28:24 GMT
Magnus had never liked the apothecarion, it seemed to stale and clinical. This was probably a result of his upbringing, his home planet didn't really bother with medicine or healing. If you were weak enough to get hurt then you died, simple as that.
Still, he had to check with the apothecary to find out what was going on with his adrenal glands, all the implants he had recieved should have got them working on overtime, and yet for some reason they weren't working properly. They still worked a lot better than a normal humans of course, but not as well as a marines should. He suspected it was simply something simple, like his diet, or the hypnotic conditioning marines underwent during their implantation process wasn't right or something.
Nodding to the chaplain, he passed and took a seat in the corner. The apothecary wasn't here, so he'd take the time to go over his training session, to try and find out why it had taken so long to take out that servitor.
Just then, the apothecary walked in, shouted a marines name and stormed out again. Maybe I'm waiting a little longer.
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Andrus Taranius
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"Minatur innocentibus qui parcit nocentibus"- He threatens the innocent who spares the guilty!
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Post by Andrus Taranius on Mar 22, 2009 20:39:38 GMT
Andrus walked into the ward, his wound wasn't grave, his shoulder already having stopped bleeding, but the sergeant was strict about his scouts having everything checked out.
As he walked in he saw the chaplain waiting and approached, might as well get it over with now, he thought. He knelt before him, his head bowed low, and said "Master, I have lapsed in my training. In the combat hall, I relied on the old ways of my people, using techniques unbecoming of an astartes. I come here to make penance and receive the Emperor's Forgiveness."
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Magnus Calpurnius
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Scout Novice
To admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor.
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Post by Magnus Calpurnius on Mar 22, 2009 22:23:07 GMT
++This is Quintus, all scouts assemble at once in the Training Room 1 for mission briefing++
Looks like I'm gonna have to get these glands sorted out later. Magnus thought, as he got up. Nodding to the chaplain and the other scout, who he assumed had got the message to, he left for training room one.
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Post by Deliverance on Mar 23, 2009 9:24:13 GMT
Lost in his thoughts Perphius did not notice the Apothecary until the marine shouted a name and made haste out of the wards. So he was missing a marine. Claudius smiled to himself, it seemed his sixth sense was still as strong as ever despite his five centuries of life.
He nodded to the scout that had walked in. The man's face was new to him and he would soon learn it, much like he did for all brothers who served with the Company. That was his duty, to be a guide, to be almost a father to them. Of course, in reality that was the role of the emperor but such was the posting of the chaplaincy.
Another scout came in, bleeding from a minor training wound. It was good that the novice had the experience to seek the wisdom and knowledge of the apothecary when time permitted. In the past he had seen too many battle brothers shrug off wounds that then developed into something far more serious.
An unfit body is not ready to serve the Emperor
The novice kneeled before him. "Master, I have lapsed in my training. In the combat hall, I relied on the old ways of my people, using techniques unbecoming of an astartes. I come here to make penance and receive the Emperor's Forgiveness."
Claudius cleared his throat and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It is in the Emperor's way that he moulds us. You have been granted the opportunity to join the Emperor's finest servants. To neglect that and revert to the ways of ignorance is not a sin, but a dissapointment to the Emperor. For that I wish you to spend the next days without addition supplements. Without these you will know what it is like to be closer to what you were. I shall guarantee that you will not enjoy it. Perhaps then you shall understand that going back will only lead to disappointment."
The comm buzzed and Scout Master Julius ordered a regroup of the scouts in the gymnasium for a briefing. The chaplain nodded his permission for the young scout to leave. As the scout hurried out Perphius' voice boomed after him.
"In future should you seek forgiveness, the Emperor's chapel is where you will find it."
With that Perphius returned to ministering to those battle brothers who were conscious. Leading them in prayer and blessing their wounds and injuries.
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Numerius Silvanus
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Post by Numerius Silvanus on Mar 23, 2009 21:32:41 GMT
After a fruitless search, Silvanus had returned to the Wards in order to prepare for the coming battle.
He had noticed that the marine he had saw enter earlier was gone. Possibly a scout then? Silvanus thought to himself in remembrance of the vox-com message.
Either way it didn't really concern him, Silvanus saw that the Chaplain was still in the Wards giving out blessings to bed bound members. Silvanus saw it fit not to disturb such a mighty task and went about making preparations.
From what Silvanus could gather from the mission briefing, resistance would include a lot of troops, and little to no heavy vehicles or troops. As a result packing the needed materials was going to be a little different today.
Besides the standard, Silvanus took several handfuls of a specialized concentrated morphine shot. Developed for space marine wounds, they would kill an ordinary man. Along with the morphine Silvanus packed several rolls of linen strips. Generally Space Marines didn't need them seeing how bleeding almost automatically stops. He was brining it for the sake of the Imperial Guardsmen who were sure to need it. Last Silvanus packed away a special ointment, used to treat severe burns that would act as a temporary skin layer.
Silvanus would spend the next hour or so making these preparations.
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Post by Deliverance on Mar 24, 2009 18:56:19 GMT
Perphius finished with the wounded marines and turned to the brother apothecary.
"Brother Silvanus, I have administered the blessings of the God emperor to those brothers in this bay. It has been a while since we last spoke. I understand things may be busy preparing for the upcoming deployment. If you require guidance or merely an old ear to hear your thoughts then you know where to find me."
With that he strode along the white and grey medical bay ward. Between the bunks, most empty, others occupied. Medical servitors and serfs rushed around administering the cocktails of drugs and fluids required to nurse the battle brothers back to fighting fitness.
Claudius stopped and turned at the exit door to the ward. "If I see Brother Camillus I will be sure to send him to explain his reasons to you." If Silvanus looked he would see a friendly but mocking grin of a familiar friend.
With that the large marine exited the Wards and headed for the Chapel.
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Numerius Silvanus
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Post by Numerius Silvanus on Mar 24, 2009 23:02:09 GMT
Silvanus had taken Chaplain Perphuis's advice to heart.
Before he left Perphuis had said,"If I see Brother Camillus I will be sure to send him to explain his reasons to you."
This gave some relief on Silvanus's part, who was still worried about that particular battle brother.
With all of his Medical supplies packed, Silvanus now had nothing to do.
An Idle Mind.
Silvanus decided instead to give himself some needed rest, without going off towards the dormitories. He positioned himself in a corner and began the Space Marine process of sleep in which certain parts of his brain were turned off. That way Silvanus could easily attend any marine who entered the wards.
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Post by Rallus Zenodius on Mar 24, 2009 23:43:01 GMT
Rallus strode into the wards, his feet moving softly despite his size. There was none of the heavy stamping associated with many brothers aboard Chapter vessels. It was time for him to visit those Brothers who were bed ridden. In truth, he also wished to check on the apothecary. Silvanus had a job that carried a much heavier burden than his colleagues in other companies. Each life in the 4th was even more special due to the lack of battle ready space marines. Giving a mental shrug he stepped through the bulkhead into the wards. To worry without necessity was no way to properly serve the Emperor and mankind.
Zenodius looked at the few brothers scattered among the medical bunks. Most were taking their rest while things were quiet. Apothecary Silvanus sat in sleep meditation in the corner. Rallus noted that the parts of Silvanus that were conscious had noticed his arrival. He decided to place the Apothecary at ease. The marine required his rest, often more than all the others brothers. His was both a great burden and a great honour.
“Do not worry yourself Brother Silvanus. I am quite fine. Rest, while things are quiet. I have come to look in on our incapacitated Brothers.”
With that he walked down the row. No doubt Chaplain Perphius had already visited this day and given blessings to all those of the company who were not yet ready to serve the Emperor again. The old dog was as steadfast in his routines as he was in his ways. It was a comfort to have such a presence in the company.
He stopped at the other end of the ward and turned to his right. On a small console was a list of the incapacitated and recently deceased. Among them was the name of Novice Vermillion, a victim of organ failure. Organ failure, especially gland related was rare. Organ failure spoke of many potential problems, a corruption or damage to the gland and hence the Chapter’s geenseed.
Corruption of a gland was a nightmare situation, at the edge of one’s mind tugged the notion of the invasion by Chaos. Many a loyal legion had seen its geenseed mutate, brining the touch of chaos. Rallus shook his head, banishing the notion, instead he continued to read the details of the log uploaded by Apothecary Silvanus.
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Post by Marcus Camillus on Mar 25, 2009 16:37:57 GMT
Marcus walked the corridors towards the Med-Bays, in search of the Apothecary. As he turned a corner he saw him leaning against a wall, most likely Battle-Sleeping.
Marcus began to walk over and called out loudly "Apothecary Silvanus!"
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Numerius Silvanus
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Apothecary
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Post by Numerius Silvanus on Mar 25, 2009 22:12:20 GMT
Silvanus immediately noticed Marcus Camillus walk in and yell, "Apothecary Silvanus!"
Silvanus didn't take the time to go out of his sleep meditation, but simply looked up to acknowledge the marine's presence.
Silvanus slowly told Marcus, " Is there something you need Brother? Despite my recommendation to you for rest, I see that, you clearly have no need to heed that order. So unless you have some other pressing concern to bring up, I'll address that issue."
With that said Silvanus walked over to his Medical Computer and entered in some numbers, a few moments later he pulled out a small syringe and gestured it at Marcus.
Holding the small syringe in the air, one could see a yellow liquid slowly moving from within it. Handing it over to Marcus, Silvanus said, " Seeing how you don't want to rest, and we'll be in combat soon... If your body begins to act up and you have any problems relating to head trauma, inject this into your major neck artery. The Chemicals in it should prevent your head from leaking like a water can. It will act like something akin to an invisible secondary skull, keeping everything intact." Silvanus swallowed for his next few words...
" If that happens, you'll need to find me for more shots, until we've reach the Deliverance again. Symptoms to look for in case the Chemicals should wear off are, Headaches, Nosebleeds, coughing of blood, puking, followed by coma and eventual death. These are signs that the surgery I gave you earlier have torn apart due to trauma. Or it means that your gland has been affected by Chaos."
With a smug smile, Silvanus settled himself back in the corner from which he arose from.
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