<strong>Sergeant Sarah Tanaka</strong><br/><br/>Sarah had temporarily set up shop in what had once been a large storage shed before the orc invasion—now it was just two walls, part of a third, and no ceiling. Conditions were much more primitive for her than they had been in the<em>Roger Youngs’s</em>secondary infirmary. There would definitely be no major surgery here—this was just battlefield triage. All she could do for more serious cases was stabilize them and hope that if the invasion was successful a combat support hospital would be established to send them to. Injured and dying soldiers abounded, and this was definitely not a place for anyone squeamish about blood. A few barely trained soldiers were handling the comparatively minor wounds Sarah did not have time for.<br/><br/>The fatigued but determined medic was forced to pass one soldier by. Multiple arrows to the chest had caused terrible pulmonary edema—he was unconscious and any efforts to prevent his imminent death would be futile and only take time away from those she could help. The next patient was more promising, as his stab wound looked to have missed any vital organs. And frankly, no one who still had the strength to yell as loudly as this unfortunate young man was very close to death yet. She gave him something for the pain and started cleaning the wound.<br/><br/><em>"Give me some good news Doc.  I need one of these artillery guys up and moving just so our people don't blow themselves the fuck up."</em><br/><br/>Sarah continued working as she answered the LT. “I figured you might need someone when I heard the big guns go silent, so I gave Corporal Gawande a stim. He’s got a broken arm I already got to and possibly a mild concussion. But he’s the only one of our artillery boys who’s going anywhere under his own power for now. He should wake up shortly.”<br/><br/>A few seconds later, the soldier in question with his immobilized arm awoke with a start, then groaned. “Be careful when you get up, move slow,” Sarah called over to him.<br/><br/><strong>Citizen Kara Reinfeldt</strong><br/><br/>Kara had been tagging along with Warren since arriving on the surface, shooting at orcs when the chance arose but mostly keeping her head down. Frankly she was more important than everyone else, and beyond that if she got killed she was not doing Warren any favors—the Propaganda Department would assassinate him if they had any reason to suspect he had let her die on purpose. Even trying to play safe had still led to Kara getting hit in the arm with an arrow, but it had bounced harmlessly off the armor of her exoskeleton.<br/><br/>The political officer addressed Warren after Tanaka. “I’ve never fired artillery in the field before, but at PD military ops they did train us on how to operate the big guns. I can work one if your man tells me where to fire,” she said. She walked over to the newly awakened soldier and helped him to his feet. Kara of course was not volunteering for any of this out of some sense of heroics—she just figured the risk of manning the gun was better for her than the risk of the orcs getting the upper hand.