Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180323212623

Jarik stands silent for a moment thinking to himself. He turns, placing a gauntlet upon the Imperial Fist's pauldron,

"Thank you for your council brother. I would ask you one more thing, help our Apothecary establish the Field Hospital. Though I do not want to risk our wounded to artillery fire, you are right, we need this space for tactical analysis and planning. I will begin sweeping the area, once you are finished aiding our comrade I want you to join me in scouring the perimeter. Our brothers above us on the Vox Transmitter will be able to keep vigil over the bunker."

Jarik turns back to the holo-projection, watching the combat of the rearguard unfold for a minute or so. He then looks down at his chest then at his arm with contempt for his wounds but eventually closes his eyes for a moment. Jarik forces his mind to supress the pain, to ignore whatever his nerves are trying to tell him. He does this to not only portray strength to his men but to allow him to fight once more should, though from a distance for now. Once he has finished attempting to supress the pain, Jarik moves to begin his sweep of the area.