Wing and Sword: Life During Wartime

[shibata]

Barzini turns on the flashlight clipped to his webbing, and crouches to the left side of the slab on the second sarcophogus, and with his right hand locks the MAT49 forward against the sling over his right shoulder, knowing that a "one-handed spray" will be inaccurate but will at least disrupt any activity in the structure.

"B-m," Barzini exhales as he pulls the apparently movable piece of stone away with his left hand, bracing with his left foot and stepping back to keep his balance when the stone moves, still in a crouch, with his right foot.

 

[The Shaman]

Nedjar nods and creeps forward as Pyotr keeps his eyes on the burrow. There’s a sudden clatter as Nedjar steps on a loose rock, upending it and sending a small cascade of pebbles rattling against one another. He grimaces in frustration, then glances about quickly before continuing to a point not quite opposite where Pyotr sits.

Nedjar points to himself, then the hole, and with Pyotr’s assent he leans over the edge and thrusts his MAT-49 toward the hole.

A moment later he looks up. “Empty.”

Raffaele places his finger tips against the rock and gingerly applies pressure. At first it doesn’t yield, then suddenly pivots and falls away from the side of the sarcophagus, leaving a roughly triangular opening about ten centimeters on the longest side. The space beyind lies in deep shadow.

 

[Bobitron]

While he looks, a disturbing thought comes to him.

"Hey doc, why did they pair you up with me anyway? Do I really get hurt that often?"

"A wise man once said: Don't think too hard, Normand!" Marcel's trademark grin is back, the incident with the snake fading. "You're likely to strain your smallest muscle."

Helping his friend look about the room, Marcel's mind starts to wander to the last few months. I wonder what my nurse is up to right now, he muses with a smile.

ooc: Assist Normand, roll is a lowly 8.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr nods as Nedjar describes the vacant observation post. "Let's just see if anyone's been here recently. Besides us." He then takes a moment to search inside of it with his eyes. Instead of evidence of fels that he was expecting, a sudden gust of wind blows sand into his eyes, sending his hands to his face.

Search: (1d20=1)

 

[The Shaman]

As Pyotr rubs away the grit in his eyes, Nedjar studies the ground in the hole, and around the post. “The sand doesn’t look like it’s been disturbed in awhile.” He looks down and points to his own tracks, and Pyotr’s. “We’ll need to clean up our own sign,” the first-class says. Using the hem of his djellba he lightly brushes the ground, back and forth, sweeping away his boot prints. Once done, and with a final look around the hills, Nedjar says, “We’d better report back to Le Capitaine.”

Normand and Marcel carefully make the circuit of the ruins, ending up at the scraggly tree in the corner. The ground is sunken here, suggesting to Normand that the tree might actually be growing up from the now-sand-fillled cistern. Looking at one of the branches, he sees that some of the bark has been stripped off, a meter or so off the ground – it appears to have been torn or perhaps gnawed away. As he steps closer, something shiny appears on the ground by his boot: a rifle shell.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr nods. "Yeah, they'll be wondering where we've gone to shortly." He then goes about assisting Nedjar in covering their tracks as they make their way back to the rest of the section.

 

[Barak]

Normand calls out to Marcel.

"Hey doc! Come take a look at this!"

Crouching next to the shell, Normand takes care to fix in his head it's exact position. Next, he stands up and look closely at the branch, without touching it, trying to find claws or teeth marks.

 

[Bobitron]

"Huh."

The word lingers in the air as Marcel surveys the scene. Reaching over and picking up the shell, he turns it over in his hands.

ooc: Has the shell been fired? Is it old or new? What sort of round is it?

 

[The Shaman]

Normand rises from his crouch and inspects the branch closely – it looks decidedly chewed, but by what he can’t say for sure. Knowledge (life sciences) 11 – if you think a different skill should apply, let me know.

Marcel looks at the shell in his hand. Rubbing away the dust, the brass shines in the light – a 7.5x54mm Mle. 1929, the same model the legionnaires carry for their MAS-49/56 rifles. It looks as if it came straight out of the box.

Kat leans over Raffaele’s shoulder, snaps on a flashlight and shines it inside the low mausoleum. Peering throught the narrow hole, the legionnaires see an empty space, thick with dust. Raffaele: Search check, please.

Pyotr and Nedjar have some hiking to do – if there’s something Pyotr wants to check out on the way back, let me know, otherwise we’ll pick up with their return to the rest of the section shortly.

 

[shibata]

Raffaelle "takes a knee" and, with SMG braced in right hand and flashlight in left, looks carefully.
Search=15 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=694491