The Cool winter breeze touched his wound, causing it to sting him quite a bit. He took out a small package of Medical Grade Bacta, taking it out of it’s wrapping and rubbing it around on the scorch wound. He took a small roll of gauze and wrapped it around his leg, clipping his thigh piece back on. He replaced his helmet, sealing it around his under suit. He examined his surroundings, looking for his squad. A Call behind him made him turn. “Hey, Twenty-Nine-Thirty-Three!” It was his Sergeant, he could tell by the chipped and faded green lines on his armor and his raspy voice. “I’m here sir! I just got shot in my thigh, I was just treating it!” 2933 replied, the Sergeant walking to him. “Need any help?” he asked. “No, I’m good. We still good to assault that damned outpost?” 2933 asked, lifting himself up with the help of a handy boulder. “Yes, we were holding off until we found you.” The Sergeant said, handing 2933 his DC-15s Blaster Carbine. “Alright, lets get at it then, aye Sarge?” 2933 said, accepting his Carbine from his Sergeant. The Two walked to a group of 5 other men, snowfall covering their footprints and obscuring them inside the imminent blizzard.