Tides of Change

[Rodent]

Santos Bolevara was pissed. Really really pissed. He had taken a mission to go on a field trip into Liberty, all was going to plan, but as he was making the return trip...Liberty Navy. They pinned him against the minefield, and he called for support.

He was one lucky sod, as assistance happened to be near, still, the cat and dog game near Zone-21 got him, as his ship clipped one of the huge mines forming the field...He lost the wing, and in a moment of unstoppable motion, the ship. He ejected, and felt a hell lot of pain, then nothing.

Waking up in the infirmary, he found that his wounds had opened up again. The pain was unbearable. Barely Twenty-four hours had passed, and he was walking again. Checking his injuries once more, he dressed and went to the usual bar where primary fleet hanged out.

It was rather empty, people had no time. He noticed a couple of people sitting around, drinking in silence, among them, he only recognized Captain Scarlet. The Hispanian gave a studious look to her heavy drinking, then decided to join in the action.

Today I'll kill myself.

He asked the Bartender for Tequila Shots, one, two...four..eight. He was staggering by the end of it, and sat down inappropiately, causing another shot of pain to go through his body.

Arrgh! He shouted.