Nothing can compare to the rush of adrenaline like the flight taking you into combat. The sound of the jet steam engines propelling a hornet as you head towards a combat zone. The smell of jet fuel peircing your still uncovered face until finaly the call for helmets on is given. I am closely related to a combat addict, I strive for the oportunity to get into any hornet ready for combat. relating to an addict preperation for combat is just as important as the actual combat. 

I take the same steps everytime, just as the orders for helmets on is given I take one deep breath, taking all the surrounding smells in. Just after breathing out all the air inside my lungs I press the small button resting on the side of my neck letting the helmet close around my head. Finishing with the breath of fresh air unpoluted by anything due to the filter that is inside the suit I wear. 

Now prepared to move my next actions are to raise the AR-L that hangs by my side, from the three prong strap around me, to my chest. Feeling the metal in my hands knowing what it will be used for next. My mind is completely clear as my allies all exit the Hornet with me following suite. 

Then the sounds hit me at once, not overwhelming or distorted but calming. Like birds chirping in the early morning. There is no adrenaline keeping me distracted, only bliss. It is as if there is a chorus from heavan that plays steadily in my ears. Next is the sight of everything, I take in all the current situation making sure I position myself in a way I have the advantage. 

It does not take long before the command to join the battle is given, this is the part where I focus. There is nothing on my person that is not like an extention to my own body. Finaly entering battle with the raise of my AR-L and the pull of my trigger the blinding light leaves the barrel and into an enemy fighter.

The thoughts of killing another living being does not cross my mind, only the recoil from my weapon. That is the only thing that I feel when taking anothers life away from them. My mind is similar to a plastic bottle filled with only enough activity to get the objective done. There is no room for thoughts about guilt. 

Returning fire zooms over my head as we are vastly out numbered by the Emperial military. As I am just apart of the elite class Rebels as a Flight medic our goal is to extract the friendlies and get them to a field hospital. The battle moves on like a light show, the flash from the lazor like bullets make a dance over the field we fight on. 

Me and two other medics make it to the group we were tasked to extract, none of us were injured or even sweaty from combat as it was a massacre on the Emperials side, most of them were drafted in bulk to fight off the new order of Rebels. We however have been allowed to live far to long and have adapted to their technology so ours outclasses them but they have more resources to use.

"Doc, we need to get these men out quickly, the Emperials are making ground quick and this field is only so big. It is hard to shoot through their new energy shields with our weapons." One of the injured soldiers that had a bloodied arm and leg tried desperately to keep standing as he spoke to me before calapsing from exhaustion. I also felt no empathy for the man that just fell, only now my mind shifted to a new objective, to secure this area before giving aid. 

I looked up to see that he was correct, the emperials had been circling around us and I had been so focused on the battle in front of me that I did not see it. This is the bad part of being an addict, so consumed in one thing everything else is forgotten. I decided it best to use the new wave of technology I was so grateful to have been granted.

With just one thought two drones filtered into reality, they were about the size of a baseball but both swormed around me. I could see everything they did while being able to keep focus on what was in front of me.

I was not worried or distracted by the incoming enemy fighters, they were in my sight and did not make a move I did not see coming. It was as if I was in a game of chess, looking on at as a third party watching while two apponents tried desperately to get the others king. However in this case, in my zone I was in control. 

I felt no empathy for the man that had callapsed earlier only a new objective, to keep him alive and in doing so I would complete the original task at hand. I slammed my fist into his chest making the armor that covered him filter into a necklace he wore. Now visible I can see both injuries he had sustanded, his left arm was cut from the shoulder down to his elbow only about 3 inches in but his left leg was shredded from what seemed to be from an energy grenade. 

I quickly grabbed the metal wrap that sat attached to my hip, wrapping it just above the mans thigh before clicking the side activating the tightening. It qucikly tightened to his thigh causing him a little discomfort. His leg was almost usesless at this point so I moved my focus to the mans arm where I pulled a syrum from my belt and quickly injected it into the opening, from there the man began to scream as the wound was being burned closed, his arm was however still functioning properly. 

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I did not have any medicine for pain on me so all I could do was be as quick as possible, just as I was moving to the next patient one of the drones I had picked up movement to my right, I thought of raising the AR-L that rested on my side but I chose the alternative. I pulled the L-1911 that rested in the holster on my right thigh and raised it without looking to my right as I slammed my fist onto the womans chest that laid below me. 

Just as the armor was filtering into a necklace similar to the man. I pulled the trigger while examining the womans wounds, The light energy bullet flew through the air just as an enemy fighter jumped over the small hill. I kept squeezing the trigger and making adjustments to my aim, as the enemies came until finaly there was no fighter. All the while I used the same technique to save the womans limbs, this time however there was a large cut in her stomach. The syrum I have is for limbs only, they say the syrum will eat through organs but not through muscle tissue.

She screams as I squeeze the wound together and take a skin weilder out and trace the wound. She passes out before I finish but in the end the wound is closed until she can get to an actual doctor. Looking with my drones I see the Hornet is coming back for the pick up but there are still people who need help. 

I begin to pick the woman up and carry her towards the incoming hornet but just as it was about to land a huge exlosion hit the side. I was first shocked by it because one set rule was to never hit a medical helicopter but next was survial. The crashed Hornet was headed right towards me. I quickly jumped to my left and spinted with the woman in my arms away from the incoming Hornet. 

We made it just out of reach, I was still watching the battle with my drones and it had taken a severely bad turn. We normally would be extracting and be safe by the time anything like this happens but our ride has just been shot down. The enemy fighter flanked again this time I was out of line of sight for one group, however the other group flanking was on my side. I was silent as they approached my allies and I waited patiently.

Sitting the wounded woman in a safe area I see my chance and take it, sprinting towards the flanking groups flank. I raise my AR-L and fire. They were suprised at first as I killed three of them instantly before they could react. Turning towards me I rolled to my left continuing my onslaught. They returned fire but with my extra pair of eyes they could not aim at me fast enough nor could they hide. I had killed over half of them before one began messing with something in his hand, it looked like a grenade so I irresponsibilly ran from cover before getting shot in the leg. 

I was again focused on one thing when I should have had a broader perspective, the man finally got what looked like a new grenade type finished anf threw it over to me. All I could do was watch it fly towards me, it landed to my right as I laid on the ground. 

I always thought I was above the others who were scared to die and would have a clear conscious in doing so. I was wrong, my whole being just wanted to survive. My life seemed to have flash before my eyes. From when i was taken from my family at a young age and trained in both close combat and long distance. To when I found my love for combat and medical training.

My whole life of pain shook my head with hurt, not physical but mental. All I wanted to do now was survive, God was not on my side throughout my life so I had never prayed. However today I will try. "God give me a second chance. I was careless in my actions today but if you give me another chance at life I will never make this same mistake."

FLASH

I squeezed my eyes still shut knowing I was dead, however I was mistaken as I still felt the pain in my leg from the wound, I knew my armor was higher tech than the regular soldiers and would be using its nano machines to repair itself if I survived but where did the sound of battle go?

I opened my eyes to a different colored sky, the bright blue sky I once knew was replaced by a new orange brown hue. The light show that once went on above was gone. It was disgusting to say the least. I lifted myself up and looked around. It looked like the same field I was in before but now it looked nasty, there was not a clean blade of grass in sight. I was luckily having filtered air come through my suit so the dust that flowed everywhere would not kill me. 

I stood quickly with a limp as my leg still hurt but I was trained for this situation, well not exactly this. I thought about the drones and they appeared which suprised me to my delight. I used them to get an arial veiw of my surroundings. It was the exact same except dirty. I was very confused at this point so I began to just walk. I did not have any communication device on me as everyone knew their part and the emperials could intercept it. 

There was no way for me to try to get into contact with my allies. I was alone in this place that I once knew as my own. I checked my body to see what all I had. My medical gear, L-1911, AR-L and my combat knife all were found. 

I thought about the events that led up to this moment and hated myself for getting to focused on one thing. I should have stayed put and moved closer to my left where i could have taken out the rest of the group that was attacking.

I shook my head before realizing my situation again, I was alone here. I will have to find a way to survive. I will first need to find a settlement and blend in. I could do nothing but walk in the direction I knew to have a town as everything was the same layout as before. Something felt very off however, It was obviosly off, where the fuck am I?