The birth of Trimus

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A blaze of white, pain courses through him as he feels his awareness return to what he assumes is his body... the pain!... its all he can feel, the only thing that holds his attention.
Slowly the blazing white starts to fade and through it he can begin to make out his surroundings. At last, something else to focus upon.
The surroundings start to jog his memory, slowly fighting through the haze in his mind to understand what has happened.
"This is where it all began,” Trimus thinks to himself as his memories and strength slowly start to return.
His head and body are throbbing.
His thoughts are interrupted by a noise; he turns his head and sees the machine next to him flashing...
"Reclaim terminal..." he presses the button and items he recognizes appear inside

Putting it all together...
"I died" he realizes "I died, for the first time"

Trimus slowly rises to his feet and retrieves his items from the reclaim terminal. Still unsure of how he died, vaguely remembering the pain as some creature or other struck him from behind.
He looks back into his past as far as he can remember; he remembers this place, the back yard where it all began.
He remembers the killing and the bloodshed that led him out of here into the city, filled with people carrying big weapons he just had to get out. He headed west to find the nearest gate leaving the city, only to find more people of all races and genders killing, blood everywhere.
He remembers watching the face of one man as he was struck and knocked back, he remembered seeing the pain and instinctively running a program to heal this man....

That was when it happened. That was when he died and experienced the pain of death

His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a large atrox on the resurrection platform. The atrox was obviously in a daze and not functioning properly.
Trimus again instinctively called on the program to heal this creature, but could do very little to ease the effect that resurrection has on its body

Feeling helpless Trimus began to weep, his mind swimming with images or a world that exists in a cycle of endless death, pain and violence. Caused by a technology that can continue to replicate people back into a world that shows them no mercy.
Breaking down he begins to beat upon the resurrection terminal, focusing his newfound pain and anger on the technology that he knows will never release him from the world.
He lays in the backyard of Tir city for many hours trying to come to terms with the eternal torment before him. He resolves himself to easing the suffering of others in such a harsh world. His mission, ease the pain as long as you can. He knows now that he can handle the suffering of death as many times as is necessary. In fact he begins to realize the satisfaction he can gain by putting himself through the pain of resurrection in place of another. It serves as a constant reminder to him of why he was chosen to work in his current profession

Trimus, clan Doctor lvl3 RK2