Quincy Bincy, Marine Extraordinaire

[Ogard]

Part One

Slowly Quincy maneuvered the scalpel around the wound as he began to cut away the dead skin of the wounded marine. Luckily for Quincy he himself was wearing his special red USMC bandana, unluckily for the patient; there was no anesthetic. The only anesthetic that Quincy gave the poor man was a full bottle of Uncle Git's Special Reserve and two tramadol pills, in this situation that was gracious given the circumstances. Currently Quincy and the marines surrounding him in the makeshift triage which was previously a chapel were on a planet, an ugly planet; A BUG PLANET (Reference).

Rain continued to pour down onto the steel building in a roar of anger and jealously at Quincy Bincy's surgeon skills, truly he was a god amongst men. The one thing that he had troubles with was when marines came in late with wounds, infections were wide and all over the place. Marines are unusual creatures as in they like to wound each other as much as possible and break each others bones as much as possible before seeking out a surgeon. Of course however the combat medics were a help, but they had no experience with the art of the scalpel. The man was squirming around as Quincy finished with the scalpel, he placed it onto the wooden table and picked up the retractor and hemostat.

The lad screamed as Quincy began to use the hemostat, after a few seconds with the bleeding mostly contained he placed the retractor onto the wound and slowly pulled it apart. The man was literally screaming out his lungs as Quincy picked up the nearby power saw, he took a moment to take a hold of the cigarette currently in his mouth; he doesn't appear to be the most hygienic surgeon, but he's pretty bad ass. Quincy slowly blew smoke into the man's wound which he had just recently disinfected, gunfire erupted in the nearby hallway with shrieks from both men and women alike. "Pew pew." Quincy thought as he began to work his magic with the power saw, by this time the man was out cold possibly due to shock or maybe he was dead; either way Quincy continued.

There was a screech of sorts as greenish fluid popped up onto the window, it slowly sizzled as Quincy took a glance; he placed the power saw down onto the wooden table, still bloody. Quincy began to scrounge around in the satchel on top of the table, there were plenty of dead and alive marines in the triage which other combat medics were caring for. Eventually he pulled out an advanced trauma pack, he slowly began to use it with half effort as he looked at the battle erupting outside of the hall, suddenly a ball of acid flew and hit a marine in the face; he screamed and was flung backwards. "Hmh, I've still got my bandana, that means it's break time." Quincy dropped the trauma kit into the man's gaping wound and walked out of the triage, black lizard like figures were trying to get through the numerous grilles as an engineer sent a hail of bullets from his sentry down track. Quincy stopped at the nearby restroom and saw three marines sleeping in the stalls, probably dead, maybe.
To be continued...

[SASoperative]

This is more fit for Acid goop not General discussion and has been moved there

[Ogard]

This is more fit for Acid goop not General discussion and has been moved there

Thank you

[Sadokist]

This is more fit for Acid goop not General discussion and has been moved there

*SAS powers*

[Sadokist]

Lol you make yourself sound like an asshole in this story xD i like it though

[Ogard]

ye, he is.

[Mac]

I didn't realize you were Quincy Bincy.

[Ogard]

yes I am, truly great.