[It was no secret to Kiriko that he was nothing like other men of his squad - his kind disposition was more hindrance than help during wartime, he had no thirst for blood, no ill will against another race. And still the man is full soldier today, determined to protect his men in a cause he believed in. A combat medic once more, Kiriko carries a rifle in his arms and supplies around his shoulders.
Kiriko darts from place to place - watching enemy and ally with equal attentiveness. He must grab for the cross and dogtags at his neck before he has the strength to draw his weapon. Taking careful aim at a Credintian soldier nearby, a few shots to the head regrettably clear his path forward.
There's a moment to catch his panicked breath - and he grips his medical bag and sets off like a shot towards a friend nearby. No matter how difficult it might be to get to them, or to save them... No one is dying on his watch.
It isn't long before he finds you, calling you by name as he approaches.]
ANYWHERE | ANY DATE DURING INVASION
Kiriko darts from place to place - watching enemy and ally with equal attentiveness. He must grab for the cross and dogtags at his neck before he has the strength to draw his weapon. Taking careful aim at a Credintian soldier nearby, a few shots to the head regrettably clear his path forward.
There's a moment to catch his panicked breath - and he grips his medical bag and sets off like a shot towards a friend nearby. No matter how difficult it might be to get to them, or to save them... No one is dying on his watch.
It isn't long before he finds you, calling you by name as he approaches.]
-How are you holding up?!