Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr

Quickly looking back, Pyotr pointed his fingers to his eyes to indicate that he had seen enemy movement. He then held up both hands with all fingers to indicate a large number. He then looked back and waited to see a response from Duval.

 

[Barak]

Looking at the large number of men moving in front of him, unfriendly men, Normand's hands grips his rifle tightly.

Holy mother of God.. I didn't really expect -that-. What are we supposed to do now?

Turning toward Pierre, Pyotr, his name's Pyotr, not Pierre he finds him communicating with Duval through hand signals.

Now that's pretty clever. I wish -I'd- have thought of that. He's a good scout!

Normand then returns his attention to the men below, keeping an eye on them while waiting for instructions.

 

[The Shaman]

Duval sees Pyotr’s signal. “Down,” he orders the rest of the legionnaires, then creeps forward to the where Pyotr and Normand are concealed.

Dozens of fellaghas pass before the oued is empty again.

After the last man passes and the wash is quiet, Duval taps Pyotr and Normand on the legs and motions them toward the rest of the unit.

“Radio, contact capitaine Villiers,” orders Duval as they return. “Advise him we observed fells in company strength moving north along the oued in grid 20 Echo 6.”

Knowledge (technology) check by Vidal, please.

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel could sense the tension pass over the group in a wave. Outnumbered, outgunned, and out of good fortune. That should be our theme song, he mused. Keeping low to the ground, he awaited Duval's orders, checking his rifle and keeping an eye on the group's flank.

 

[Barak]

Normand follows Duval back with Pyotr, half of him relieved, but half of him surprisingly reluctant.

Gee, I almost wish we would have taken them down. It's stupid, we were way overnumbered, but I hate this skulking around.

Back with the unit, he pulls out an handkerchief and wipes his sweaty brow, then ties the now damp piece of material in place to prevent more sweat to coming down to his eyes.

 

[знаток]

Vidal's attentiveness is reawakened at the report of fells from Sergeant Duval. With sweaty hands he squeezes the push-to-talk button on his handset. "Hourglass 6, Hourglass 6, this is Trident, over."

Vidal nervously awaits the response from the other end.

The voice coming from the handset sounds far away, screened by the hills perhaps. “Hourglass, this is Trident 1. Go ahead.”

"Hourglass 6, this is Trident. Be advised that we have made contact with approximately one company of fellaghas, I repeat, one company of fellaghas, on foot in the vicinity of grid twenty-Echo-six, moving north through the oued. They are currently out of sight, and we believe they are not yet aware of our position. Over."

OoC:

Technology Check: 20

 

[The Shaman]

The voice coming from the handset sounds far away, screened by the hills perhaps. “Hourglass, this is Trident 1. Go ahead.”

There’s a short silence after Vidal makes his report. “Acknowledged. One company of fells, 20 Echo 6, moving north. Continue to observe enemy activity. Will advise. Trident 1 out.”

Duval receives the relayed orders without comment. “Alright, listen up. We’re going to shadow the bandits for the capitaine. We need to get across to the other side of this oued.” He pulls the map out of his smock pocket and studies it for a moment. “I planned on crossing a bit north of here, but this will have to do.”

He looks first to Lavareaux, then Neumann. “Caporal, your group will lead off – we’ll move across first. Sergent, your men will cover us until we make it to the far side and then you’ll follow. Radio, Medic, follow me. Let’s go.” The unit covers the short disrance to the edge of the wash – Lavareaux’s group and the jumpmaster with Vidal and Marcel in tow step off over the edge of the oued as Neumann orders Normand and Pyotr to cover the oued to the north.

Berg grins at Marcel. “If you see any more scorpions, you tell the marshal here, ja?” he says, nodding at Vidal. Then he’s stepping onto the steep sandy slope of the oued.

Vidal and Marcel: three Climb checks please – one descending, two ascending.
Normand and Pyotr: Spot checks please.

 

[Bobitron]

Berg grins at Marcel. “If you see any more scorpions, you tell the marshal here, ja?” he says, nodding at Vidal.

"You got it, Berg. I'll keep a lookout.", he says with a smile. These Germans aren't half bad once you spend some time with 'em.

Vidal and Marcel: three Climb checks please – one descending, two ascending.

OOC: Climb checks: 5 16 11 Looks like that descent might be a quick one...

 

[Barak]

Normand Mador

Normand nods at Duval's orders, and sets off with Pyotr to keep an eye on the enemy. as they get into position, the frenchman eyes his russian companion, and suddenly grins.

"Gee Pyotr, with all the time we spend alone together, life in the Legion would be much better for me if you were a woman, you know that?"


OOC:
Spot check: 13

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr

Pyotr watched as the unit assembled before moving out again. It would figure that their enemy, the fells, would try to move a large number through here. They were almost in the middle of nowhere. Now though, he and Normand had to keep an eye out for any vanguards they may have left behind. Looking at his new friend, he smiled. "Even I'm not that desperate, Mador. I will tell you though, you must be thinking about the other thing I'm thinking about. You want something to shoot, yes?"


Spot check= 22