The invasion of Garos hadn't been a complete success but a partial one. The surgical strike did not work as intended as they had failed to take out the FWA-centered leadership of the planet, a move that most likely would have turned the planet right then and there. Instead, what it had done was stagnate what leadership it did have and allow other parts of the planet to rebel openly and turn into an all-out civil war. This allowed Solus to establish a foothold on the planet but it did come with a price.
Nox found himself in the very encampment that had been established on the planet, the buzz of activity able to be heard outside of his large tent. With the operation fielded by Solus, it had only been them to take on losses. Thankfully, the majority of the fighting was being taken place by the military of Garos itself, the Mandalorians used surgical strikes when needed. Even with that, Nox still felt the losses of those slain and swore it wouldn't be in vain.
Not only that but Nox glanced down at his left leg as he still wrapped his mind around the sight of his mid-shin and everything below being gone. It was another piece of him gone and one that would have to be replaced soon. A white bandage was wrapped around the severed limb and a stark contrast to his crimson armor. Nox would just let out a sigh as he flexed that knee, seething slightly before he straightened it out once more. It would take some getting used to he realized, just as it had with his arm.
Closing the strategic plans of the planet, Nox reached over and grabbed his one crutch before exiting his tent. Stepping out into the camp, Solus warriors walked around, carrying munitions and such while performing their duties. He would have been right there with him if it wasn't for his leg and instead, he decided to check on his armorer. Knowing about Dalair's arm, the Alor first made his way to the medical tent to see if he was there, earning a few glances from his fellow warriors as they finally saw him "walking about."
@Mr. Teatime
Nox found himself in the very encampment that had been established on the planet, the buzz of activity able to be heard outside of his large tent. With the operation fielded by Solus, it had only been them to take on losses. Thankfully, the majority of the fighting was being taken place by the military of Garos itself, the Mandalorians used surgical strikes when needed. Even with that, Nox still felt the losses of those slain and swore it wouldn't be in vain.
Not only that but Nox glanced down at his left leg as he still wrapped his mind around the sight of his mid-shin and everything below being gone. It was another piece of him gone and one that would have to be replaced soon. A white bandage was wrapped around the severed limb and a stark contrast to his crimson armor. Nox would just let out a sigh as he flexed that knee, seething slightly before he straightened it out once more. It would take some getting used to he realized, just as it had with his arm.
Closing the strategic plans of the planet, Nox reached over and grabbed his one crutch before exiting his tent. Stepping out into the camp, Solus warriors walked around, carrying munitions and such while performing their duties. He would have been right there with him if it wasn't for his leg and instead, he decided to check on his armorer. Knowing about Dalair's arm, the Alor first made his way to the medical tent to see if he was there, earning a few glances from his fellow warriors as they finally saw him "walking about."
@Mr. Teatime