Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 24, 2013 20:45:13 GMT -5
Lipton blinked at the request, before looking at the printed tag on the rifle's buttstock: Serial Number M1-CR/PT. To anyone who wasn't in the PMC, it would seem just a technical label for the weapon, but everyone in the Corps knew what this was: it was the very first M1 Rifle, built by Lewis himself, and there are rumors, legends even, that have surrounded this particular weapon.
Giving it a long thought, Lipton eventually decided that it couldn't hurt, so long as it wasn't loaded, and so checked the magazine well to make sure it was empty and that the safety lock was on, before holding out the weapon horizontally to Elenwe.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
"Oh my, it's heavier than I thought..." Spooks felt the weight of the weapon, competing with her sword in weight. That familiar glow in her eyes signaled her using her retrocognitive power on the gun, as she looked back into its past.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 24, 2013 21:37:12 GMT -5
In an instant, the world disappeared in a complete white to Elenwe's view, and so the memory of this particular object began...
22 YEARS AGO
"Alright, alright! I'll be there in a second!"
The world reformed in the form of a giant hallway. The voice sounded like that of someone having just reach early adulthood, and a young adult it was who was carrying this rifle, as he made his way down the Yordle Academy's steps to the large testing room. Brimming with confidence, he opened one of the giant doors, entered, and waiting nearby was his mentor and friend, Heimerdinger himself.
"Ah, hello there!" The Revered Inventor called to him.
"Hello, Professor!" he called back.
"So, you have come to demonstrate this... revolutionary weapon of yours?" Heimerdinger asked.
"Indeed, sir! I feel this might come to be of a reliable form of self-defense for the common man," the student boldly declared; then again, for someone who had only known success up to this point, how could he feel otherwise?
Heimerdinger nodded. "Very well, let us see how this weapon does..."
"Okay, professor!" the student responded, and he got up to the line drawn on the ground. Some 500 feet away, was a dummy target, marked around the chest and head with bright red target markings. The student got up, and aimed down the little peep-hole that was used to aim the weapon, and slowly, but systematically, pulled the trigger.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
The shots all found their marks, and after 8 shots the gun emitted a loud "PING!" whereupon the empty magazine clip flew out of the top, and landed a few feet away. The target had bullet holes in its head and cavity, with one shot hitting it square in where the left eye would normally be.
"My, my!" Heimerdinger exclaimed. "That's quite the performance your weapon has put up there! I never thought the idea of a semi-automatic, long-distance gun could be put into that of a normal man, but with this... the future only opens up further for you, prodigy!"
The student could only smile, and yet his face flushed red. "Thank you, professor, but this is only one step of the way..." before the conversation could continue, however, the student had put away the rifle, and thus, the world faded away in white again...
5 YEARS LATER
The white faded back to a world that was far, far less happy... and much more violent. The Placidium, the capital of Ionia, was under Noxian attack, and due to its significance a clash of titanic proportions was raging between the Ionians and Noxians. Clash of metal and explosions filled the air, and panting, trying to find a place to find cover... was an older, much taller, man.
Holding the same trusty weapon he designed a built half a decade ago, there was now something new on it: a rather intricate telescopic sight, which provided a zoom from which the man could hit far-away targets much easier.
Right now, however, all that was on his mind was simply finding cover, to at least give himself some space to protect himself. His medical satchel at his side - which he acquired from the Piltover Patrol upon his voluntary discharge - he moved up slowly, trying to not draw attention.
However, it was not to be, as some of the Noxian soldiers noticed him. D--- it! He didn't want to have to use it, but now the soldiers drew their swords and came at him. Seeing little else, he leveled his rifle through the standard sight - the telescopic sight was attached to the left of the peep-sight, so he could fire at closer ranges better - and opened fire.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Three shots. Three dead Noxian soldiers. The feeling of actually taking human life numbed his mind for a moment, but upon realizing the situation he put the thought out of his head. He continued to make his way to center of the capital, where the main Ionian force was gathering for a final defense. Along the way, more and more Noxian soldiers spotted and attacked him, and again he was forced to raise his weapon in self-defense; he lost count of how many rounds he had left for his rifle along the way, and he assumed he'd be out sooner or later.
However, there were also wounded Ionians, and when he could he got out his satchel and treated them; in one case, however, one of the Noxians took advantage of this distraction and charged him, swinging a wicked-looking crescent blade at him. He heard her battle-cry, and so was able to move out of the way, but his patient wasn't so lucky; the blade cut out his throat, and in a few desperate moments, he fumbled out his rifle and shot the Noxian warrior woman in the head before she could raise her blade. This particular moment kept him frozen for a few seconds, in shock of what had just happened, before he was able to get up and continue, though not before giving his last respects to the patient he had just tried to save.
Now very close to the center of the square, he noticed that he could shortcut through a war-torn house that could cut the time he needed to reach the gathering point. At this point, however, he decided to put away his rifle to draw out his revolver, which he trusted more for combat in confined spaces, and so, the world of war and suffering faded away into white...
PRESENT DAY
...back to the present. The fresh air of the Piltover outside had returned, and Elenwe was now back in the hospital yard, holding the very rifle that had been through those memories.
Opposite of her stood a very confused looking Lipton and Durnfellow, who were looking at her funny; they seemed to not understand what Elenwe had just gone through.
"Ah, miss?..." Lipton began, but couldn't seem to say anything beyond that.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Spooks watched with amusement as the weapon's owner exhibited his weapon for the first time, experiencing a tinge of his success. As he demonstrated its use, Spooks was spooked by the loud sound it made, wincing slightly as she had her eyes closed.
Then the weapon fast-forwarded to the war; this was the weapon's darkest chapter indeed, as it was now being used to take life after life, and partially justified. She seemed about to drop the weapon, but kept observing until she could not bear it anymore. Each gunshot was a loud, terrible thing, rendering life and skill so easily moot. Such was the impersonal nature of it all.
Elenwe quickly returned the weapon to Lipton, teary eyed and maintaining eye contact.
"I... I'm sorry. I always find it difficult to look into a weapon's history the first time... especially when it's sole function is taking life." She bowed and quickly left, to return to her room, slightly less upbeat than how she started the day.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 24, 2013 22:47:18 GMT -5
Lipton and Durnfellow's confusion only exponentially increased upon hearing Elenwe's response. Upon seeing her turn and walk away, Lipton took off and caught up to her.
"Hey, uh, miss..." Lipton began, "not wanting to interrupt you, but... what exactly did you do while holding the gun?"
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Elenwe looked at the two with her, realizing that they didn't know of her power.
"My friends, I am a seer, who possesses the ability to look into the past of places, people and things. I have looked into this weapon's history... witnessed it through the eyes of its owner, and found that I have made myself distressed. I am sorry if I worried you."
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 24, 2013 22:59:40 GMT -5
Lipton and Durnfellow almost couldn't believe the explanation. Seers were something out of a fairy tale they had heard when they were young, but for them to actually exist, nevermind actually meeting on in person in the middle of undergoing such an act...
it was Lipton who broke the Medic's several minutes of astounded silence.
"So, wait, you could see what this weapon went through... as if you were doing it yourself? What did you see while holding it?"
The answer to the latter question could quite possibly provide a revelation to the whole PMC as a whole...
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Spooks gave them a compressed version of the memories she witnessed.
"I saw... the creator of the weapon show it to a Yordle with a funny head of hair. I saw how it operated. Then... I saw the weapon being taken to a distant land, the one across the sea- Ionia. There it was used to take life to defend other lives... but he was not able to succeed entirely. It is a weapon indeed, made only to extinguish life." She spoke slowly, with several pauses between sentences. Clearly uncomfortable from the events she had witnessed via the weapon.
"My father's weapon was used in battle as well, and had drawn blood- but also used in ceremonies and tribal functions. I encountered such a young weapon with such destructive potential."
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Elenwe simply leaned against the wall, slightly hunched as the experience was a bit shaking. She could make no further comment as she simply listened to them.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 24, 2013 23:21:21 GMT -5
Durnfellow wondered why Elenwe wouldn't answer his question, but Lipton's own question cut him off before he could even ask.
"Er, miss, would you happen to know our commander, Major Lewis?...."
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Spooks nodded, and answered the first question. "Such a weapon... one would not even need weeks to use proficiently... and yet it deals terrible damage." She paused and thought on how to answer the second question.
"I have met your leader briefly in assisting him with the security issues at the hospital some days ago. Though... who is the owner of this weapon?"
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 24, 2013 23:52:54 GMT -5
In light of the question Elenwe asked back, Durnfellow elected to simply nod at her response to his question, while Lipton answered Elenwe's own question.
"Miss... the person who used this rifle is the same person: Major Lewis himself," upon which he could only nod to reveal the shock that such a revelation would reveal.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Feb 25, 2013 12:33:35 GMT -5
Lipton spoke, while Durnfellow simply nodded along.
"There are... rumors about him... rumors that if should they be true..." he trailed off at the end, not exactly knowing how of he even wanted to continue.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
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