Warning: This might be a little gruesome for some.
Mouse entered the infirmity with Argus and Diavae following close behind. Harsh white lights flickered on when they reached the operation room. She took a deep breath as Diavae opened the black case.
Inside was a prosthetic arm, sleek and black with all manner of materials used in its composition. A circular device nestled in foam lining sat beside it, an attachment for the prosthetic.
Mouse spoke, her breath shaking at the sight, "I love it. Thank you." She smiled, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm ready. How do we do this?" She looked at Diavae who didn't share her excitement. Even argus stood silent and solemn with her arms crossed on the opposite end of the room. "What?"
Diavae nodded and gestured to the operation table. Mouse sat and listened as they spoke, "Don't agree until you know exactly what it is needed from you. This will be a traumatic experience. It will be exceedingly painful. Are you sure?"
Mouse nodded, struggling to speak but managing to answer with a single word, "yes."
"Lie back," Diavae said. They took the ring and set it aside, then applied a cleaning solution to the stump where Mouse's arm used to be. Diavae took a scalpel, revealed it to Mouse, and said, "I'll need to reopen the wound, sever blood vessels and cut off the excess skin. It may be better if Francis holds you down." They turned to Argus. "Can you manage that?"
Mouse stared at the blade, horrified, Argus nodded and stepped forward, preparing herself. She took Mouse's hand and placed her other hand on Mouse's shoulder, holding her down. "I got her."
The eden are fierce in combat, unfeeling and tireless. Their military is the most feared and respected in the galaxy, and there are many reasons why. Their skill is unmatched, their technology is more advanced than most species could ever hope to be. More than this, their resilience makes their ground troops an unstoppable force, but everything can die if enough damage is sustained.
A body is just a body. Flesh tears and bones break. War becomes more hellish with every innovation and the loss of life and limb becomes an even greater risk. The eden sought to mitigate this risk, and developed self cleaning, highly advanced prosthetics designed to be attached in a war zone.
This technology allows them to send troops back into the fight almost as fast as they can be removed. Enemies fall before a renewable military force, one that is as unyielding as it is overwhelming.
Aw, I keep forgetting how these humans can't stand to touch one another! They're all touch-starved. Poor people! :(
Yes indeed. It's one of the saddest parts of the setting and yet something I dont show as much as I probably should. Definitely gonna fix that. Thank you!