From Furies Forged (Free Fleet Book 5) by Michael Chatfield Read Free Book Online

fixed became a familiar hell.
                  Or in Marhtu's Kaaorv's care. I felt my face go harder, thankful that none of the medics could see it.
                  I grunted as the last nerves were connected. The pain focusing my mind as I remembered those hellish halls hidden under Daestramus' surface.
                  Marhtu had been summarily executed for his crimes and those underground bases now held Free Fleet reserves that were training in case their planet was attacked.
                  Many had pressed for him to receive the same punishment he’d subjected to others; all he had gotten was a firing detail.
                  The government of Daestramus showed the people how sinking down to his level would only taint them.
                  Once dead they’d dumped his body into the recyclers, turning him into fertilizer.
                  I knew that I would survive this pain, but it didn’t dso anything for my immediate pain.
                  I didn't know when the hellfire was added to my intravenous, but I sure as hell felt it. My muscles tensed to the point where I couldn't even scream as my body realigned itself and the hellfire's mixture of medical nanites and chemical compounds put me back together.
                  The sounds of having my new vertebrae welded into place were the only thing I could hear cause I was as straight as a person being tasered.
                  Then it stopped, leaving me drained. I looked at the floor in a pissed off haze of exertion, drugs and quickly dissipating pain.
                  “He's going to need a few days’ rest. His ration plan has been updated to suit his needs. No exercise until he's been checked out again. Any complications, hellfire him up and bring him back down here.” I could hear the main doc working on me, talking to Shreesht and Krom.
                  Might not listen to me half the time, but they'll make sure I listen to the doc's orders.
                  “Would a few sleeping aids help?” The doc asked.
                  “I think that would be quite useful,” Krom's voice was a comforting deep bass.
                  Cowards! I thought with a grin turned lopsided as the doc was pumping me up with some damned good painkillers.
                  I would be lying that if I thought a dreamless sleep wouldn't be nice for a damned change.
                  I felt my eyelids getting heavier.
                  I have to... Rick and the others can handle it. I waved it off, letting my body relax and stopped fighting the drugs in my system.
                 
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                  Krom looked at his new limb, the only thing that showed where it had been reattached was a pencil thin line that was already fading.
                  He looked up from his position inside Salchar and Yasu's room as Shreesht buzzed him. Krom sealed his powered armor as he closed his visor, linking to Shreesht's feed.
                  Monk, the commander of Parnmal and one of the members of Mecha Tail was walking up with a cart covered in different food.
                  Krom stood silently, glancing to the bed where Salchar and Yasu lay. His Battle Master laid on his back, out cold, his chest rising and lowering rhythmically, one arm stretched towards the intravenous bag, with a patch pushing the contents into his blood stream.
                  Yasu lay next to him, taking an arm and leg hostage.
                  Krom let a rare smile flutter across his face.
                  He had first met Salchar when he had taken Ursht's position as battle master of Asul. Krom wasn't