!qw2cdBTZAc 06/23/11(Thu)03:25 No.15358464|
"Your past experience is vouched for. Tell me, have you been staying active?" You ask him.
He sighs, seeing the reports you have in your hand. "I've been keeping fit if that's what you mean. Calisthenics and lifting weights. They haven't let me do much else."
The log you have details Lt. Soth being taken off of duty as an instructor after he was injured during a training exercise about four days ago. It seems intentionally vague.
"So, what happened during that training exercise?" You ask him, bridging your fingers.
Soth straightens up a bit. "Well, I don't much like having pity taken on me, but considering who I'm talking to, I don't think that'll be much of a problem." He says, adjusting his right foot, the prosthetic, unconsciously. "The accident was during an active excercise, but in order to explain it I'll need to tell you about something I just learned two days ago.
"About six months back, our miners thought they heard something down in one of the deep caves. My company had just returned from a scouting mission, and I volunteered us, since it had been nothing but a routine patrol anyway." He continues. "Turned out that what they heard was a river traveling through some oddly-shaped caverns, and they were right to send us in. There was a short fight with some of the crab-men, we've had them around before. Naturally, I started in after them, trying to find where they were coming from." He sighs. "Well, they may not have opposable thumbs, but they can set traps. They'd laid up an arching cave-in. Had I been swimming, I'd never have gotten caught. Thank the ancestors I was the only one."
"They couldn't get you out without losing the foot?" You ask, sympathetically.