This is a continuation of the "The Ghosts of the Past
and no, it’s not a virus. Looking at you Wolfie.-Chapter 2-
The hurt, the pain, and constant pouring of my blood. I can see myself fading... fading away. Slipping away from myself. This... this race. Did I make it across the finish line? Have I given it my all? Did I charge forward with all that I got? I can't tell or I couldn't say if I could. The pain is all that I can feel, all that I know... all that I am.
Seeing the lights pass me by and my comrades rushing me to the med-bay, made my mind go back to the Grineer ship. I was thankful that Slimer had arrived when he had, but what would have happened to us if he hadn’t? I didn’t want to lose my comrades, but that could very well have happened. Knowing I had done what I could reassured me, though I didn’t want to face that again. As we arrived to the med-bay, there I see a Trinity and an Oberon help my strength-less body onto the table. The pain from the movement was immense, and my body seized up as my mouth tried to release some of the pain with a scream it could not produce. They connected countless amounts of tubes to me, pumping medical liquids into my system and replacing all the blood I’d lost - Tenno powers could work in the middle of combat, but they would wear off eventually. Healing from the Manic swarm would take more than a temporary fix. Seeing that this wouldn’t be a quick recovery, I knew that all I could do was sit in the medical harness and do what Tenno did in their spare time - meditate and hone themselves for battle. I tried to calm myself and focus my mind to begin a mental simulation, but all I could see was a dark landscape filled with countless pairs of burning eyes. Even now, the Manics haunted me. I shifted my mind to something more simple - visualizing a garden and resting there. This was a basic exercise that was used by younger Tenno, but that didn’t matter to me, the pain in doing such a simple stretch flared at my chest. For a moment, I panicked struggling for a breath. The garden began to tremble, as if it was suddenly a large gelatin sculpture, but as the pain faded away, it stabilized. I breathed a sigh of relief, then winced. The anger that had been pent up inside me flared up, and I struggled to keep it down. The sheer thought of not being able to go back in battle let alone conduct simple mental simulations, brought great sorrow to my heart. I shook my head - I would overcome this. I am a Shark, and I would not let my emotions get the better of me. I murmured a Tenno chant, and the sorrow and rage began to fade until they were nothing more than a vague memory. The garden stabilized itself, no longer trembling, and I lowered my guard. It wasn’t an impressive achievement, but it was a step in the right direction.
The days passed by quickly while I was inside my mind, and by the third day I was able to at least create a small 15-man cruiser made from Corpus scrap to wander. I still preferred the more tranquil settings, but I knew that it was more important to recover as quickly as possible. While I was in the middle of a simulation of a forest, I heard a door in the distance, and the forest receded as I left the simulation. I recognized the short frame of Legends. “Heard you got it the worst of us, Protocol. You doing okay in this mess of tubes?” I nodded, “the painkillers made me feel fine, but I couldn’t speak.” I projected words in an attempt to communicate. “Boring, but fine. Glad you’re okay, sir.” Legends sighed in relief. “I ended up getting only banged up a bit, since you, Wolfie, and Proxy were between me and the manics. They’ve just been keeping me inside, running tests and making sure I’m fine. “Where’s Slimer? He get out okay?” Legends nodded, “He didn't even get a scratch. Thank the Lotus for his rescue. We wouldn’t have made it out alive if it wasn't for him.” I replied back, “How did Slimer know about the operation? Lotus said it was classified-that we’d go in dark, no assistance or communication.” Legends shrugged. “No idea. He is pretty high up in the clan’s chain of command, though, and he has connections everywhere. Might have known about it before we even left and kept an eye on us.” I nodded. “Makes sense. What about Wolfie and Proxy?” Legends hesitated. “Wolfie made it back, and got off lightly as well. As for Proxy...We weren’t able to get him out. Slimer tried, but there were too many Manics. Wolfie left yesterday to try and pick up the trail, but so far hasn’t updated us with any possible leads. Proxy could be anywhere by now…”Special thanks to IxaoEclipse for helping me create this chapter! Without him, this would not be possible.
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