THE HEALER
ACT ONE
SCENE ONE
SUB ACT TWO
In every battle, there will be casualties among the
participants. It may be a mechanized unit like the man-suits, but dwelled in
those were the human interfaces. The wounded will be retrieved by the Healers
and brought to the healing centres, where their lives will be given the proper
treatment to rejuvenate or removed to be replaced with the other, more suitable
components.
“Who brought in this man-suit?” The senior Healer
called out with his hands covered by the grim leftovers of the previous
patient. “I am a Healer, not a man-suit maintenance personnel.”
The short figure of Senior Healer was covered by the
red overall that covered his frame, and mounted on the back of the Healer was
the droid unit that clung onto the frame with its six extended limbs to assist
the Healer in the recovery. With the drone activated on the Healer, the figure
resembled a spidery creature with its automated extended limbs.
“We apologize, Healer. The man suit was brought in by
their mates. The ….” The assistant Healer was trying to appease the senior.
“So bloody well, move the man suit to the retrieval
unit." The senior Healer called out. “I have my arms full with the ones
that needed recovery.”
“Healer, the other man-suit needs your expertise.” The
assistant called out while motioning to the other man-suit standing upright at
the side.
“About time, I was told.” The senior Healer stepped
towards the other man-suit. The droid went into action with two of its limbs
reaching out to activate the release function on the man-suit. The man suit was
short of its right upper limb, and the chest appendage was damaged. Its left
lower limb was damaged, but it was still standing upright. The chest appendage
will not detach, and the droid two’s extended limbs took to pry it open. The
force of the extended limbs managed to remove the chest plate, and the wounded
human was sighted.
“Give me a scan.” The Healer called out. The droid's
other left extended limb appeared at the chest to take a scan of the human
figure. The results of the scan were fed to the droid, which then interfaced
with the Healer through the interface connection at the base of the rear neck.
“Apply what is needed and get the human out of the
suit.” The Healer completed his diagnosis while the earlier extended droid
limbs continued the removal of the man-suit.
“Healer, will my captain survive?” The Healer heard
the plea of another man standing there. The human inside the man-suit had
removed the headpiece then.
“Son, your... who?” The Healer turned to look at the
man who asked.
“Captain Ian, Squad Leader, Rusty Rust.” The one who
asked replied. “He is our commanding officer.”
“Well, son. He will live once we replace his
breathing, his lungs, and his liver. He is...”
“Thank you, Healer. Thank you, Sir.” The man-suit who
asked shed a tear then. “We will remove Rust One now. I do not think...”
“Son, unless you can replace his face and brain, I
doubt we are concluding that fact, Rust, that his name is dead.” The Healer cut
in. “Now leave me alone to do my healing.”
“The King is here!” The roar of the sentry could be
heard then.
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