Sektor seven personal log no. 55.777.66 Crimson D. Reminants of a samurai dieing in battle.

I was on the ground with blood seeping out of my armor. I sword arm was slashed badly. The searing pain still with it. Near death I was crawling with my other arm using my blood covered katana to pull myself forward. The leather of my swords hilt is soaked with the blood of my enemys and my own. The hand that holds it is also cut deeply. So as I crawl blood is running down my maimed hand and body. I flashed back to the fighting.

I had killed many enemys, their blood splattering on my helmet and armor. The katana sliceing through their flesh and bone like butter, my battle cry terrorized everyone as I hacked and slashed though hundreds of enemy samurai, their blood turning the battlefield to solid crimson.

Alas I ran out of strangth soon, the smell of blood making me faint. They piled onto me opening bloody gashes on my arms, legs, chest, and backside. As I fought them off with the last of my strangth they spewed blood all over the place. But after awhile numerous gashes criss crossed my body and I was in no condition to fight.

The searing agony of those attacks left me shaking and writhing in unbarable anguish. I screamed my mouth dry begging for mercy. But they just cut me even more. Unable to cry out anymore they left me to bleed out on the battlefield.

Oh god the pain, I don't wanna die! I can feel my blood ebbing away, draining out my body. I lost so much I can't go on. I collapse, my bloody katana still in my hand I wait for the sweet mercy of death to put me out of my misery.

Now as I lay here in a pool of my own blood, I am happy to serve and die a warriors death in battle for my best friend and lord. It is my greatest honor to die here today even if its a slow and painful death, knowing that this is the way of the warrior. Good bye everyone and don't cry for me. I will be in the next world waiting for you.

Good thing I was important enough to be brought back to life through the power of science. The space pirates revived me in a heal unit status tank. My lord was happy to see me alive again.

Well look at me still talking when theres science to do. When I look up there it makes glad i'm not you. I've exparaments to run, there is research to be done on the people who are still alive.