Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150819063938/@comment-1524575-20150825010122

(Why. I am disappointed.)

Avgust turned towards Orkrim, surprised by the remark made by his comrade. He approached the Warlock in a manner meant to be imposing, his voice beginning to come out through his helmet. The answer was obvious to the Lieutenant, he knew he had to save Sara from the cultists—he wasn't going to allow anyone to hurt a good friend of his, someone he had considered family. But he stopped, as he then dropped his broad shoulders as he came to the sure reality of the situation.

«Blin!» Avgust muttered, before repeating it louder: «Blin!»

Why the hell does this have to happen to me? Avgust thought, as he looked between the corridor that lead to the engine room, before turning his gaze back to way that would lead him towards the medical bay. Avgust was pinned two to responsibilities. One as a mentor, to protect a long-serving student and a good friend, and the other as a commander of a Fireteam full of people he trusted.

The Lieutenant was stuck, either he can save Sara knowing he prioritised the care of his student, his promise to protect her. Or he could save everyone else from being obliterated by the cultists in the reaction which would follow if the engine would be breached. "Damn it!" Avgust finally muttered in English, as he looked down towards the hallway, choking on the emotion of the situation.

Could he really betray the promise he made to keep his student safe? Or could he live knowing that his Fireteam would suffer because of his decision. He shook his head, overcome by the choice he had to make. "Damn it..." Avgust muttered again, looking towards the engine room. Everything demanded that he stopped and headed the other way, every sense of being instructed Avgust to head back to the medical bay and save Sara.

But could he sacrifice the lives of the entire Fireteam to save someone he knew and loved dearly? Or would he allow himself to let that one die, so that others he only considered Comrades could live. He would be guilty for the cost either way, responsible for whatever would happen.

So he turned and started down the hallway towards the engine room. Each step he took was more and more painful, every stride heading towards the engine room driving him more and more into guilt. He held back his emotions, and he tried his best to focus on what needed to be done. With all luck, he could save everyone.

But Avgust knew better than to hope that luck would help him, he knew better than to let what should be done get in the way of what had to be done. He just hoped that Sara could ever forgive him. And with that, he took off in the direction of the engine room.