The Shaman
First Post
Sergeant Duval listens closely to Pyotr’s report, his scarred face thoughtful. “There is a village about 12km south of us. Could be someone from there.” He looks out across the plain. “Or they could be fellaghas.”
As the legionnaires form up, the jumpmaster raises his hand, motions for them to stay low – the men drop to one knee. “We’ve got possible contact with at least two people to the east of us.” The sergeant’s voice is soft but clear as he looks at Lavareaux. “Corporal, take Fortier, Martinez, Dinter, and Berg, and extend a line this way,” he says, gesturing northward. The lanky Frenchman nods. “Neumann, Kerenin, Mador, Gonzalez, envelop right. Get about 100m out and hold there. We’re going to sweep these guys toward you. Watch for fells out there in the shrubs.” He looks across the plain – the sky is growing brighter. “Sunrise in about fifteen minutes. Get in position quickly. Light and noise discipline. If there are two guys out there, we need intelligence – take ’em alive. Go.”
Neumann, the husky German sergeant, taps Pyotr and Normand on the leg, nods at Gonzalez. “On me. Stay low. Eyes open. Double-time” he orders in thickly-accented French. The detachment moves forward, running through the sparse grass and scattered shrubs, staying as low as possible until the sergeant holds up his hand and drops to one knee, motioning the others to do the same.
Lavareaux motions to the other four legionnaires to establish their line. “Watch your dispersal, but don’t get too far apart – we don’t want them to get between us,” he says quietly. The legionnaires spread out in a thin line as ordered.
Duval watches them go, glances at his watch, turns to Vidal. “Stay close. The company ahead of us is Trident – we’re Hour-glass. They’ll be on channel eleven.” His words are almost a whisper. “If everything went according to plan yesterday, they won’t be monitoring for another forty minutes or so. If it didn’t…” The jumpmaster doesn’t finish the thought as Lavareaux’s line jumps off, moving forward slowly in the dwindling twilight. Sergeant Duval readies his submachine gun . “Stay close, radio.”
Please post Spot, Listen, and Move Silently checks for me in your next posts - Pyotr and Normand should post Hide checks as ell. As знаток noted, to save time only one linked score is necessary.
As the legionnaires form up, the jumpmaster raises his hand, motions for them to stay low – the men drop to one knee. “We’ve got possible contact with at least two people to the east of us.” The sergeant’s voice is soft but clear as he looks at Lavareaux. “Corporal, take Fortier, Martinez, Dinter, and Berg, and extend a line this way,” he says, gesturing northward. The lanky Frenchman nods. “Neumann, Kerenin, Mador, Gonzalez, envelop right. Get about 100m out and hold there. We’re going to sweep these guys toward you. Watch for fells out there in the shrubs.” He looks across the plain – the sky is growing brighter. “Sunrise in about fifteen minutes. Get in position quickly. Light and noise discipline. If there are two guys out there, we need intelligence – take ’em alive. Go.”
Neumann, the husky German sergeant, taps Pyotr and Normand on the leg, nods at Gonzalez. “On me. Stay low. Eyes open. Double-time” he orders in thickly-accented French. The detachment moves forward, running through the sparse grass and scattered shrubs, staying as low as possible until the sergeant holds up his hand and drops to one knee, motioning the others to do the same.
Lavareaux motions to the other four legionnaires to establish their line. “Watch your dispersal, but don’t get too far apart – we don’t want them to get between us,” he says quietly. The legionnaires spread out in a thin line as ordered.
Duval watches them go, glances at his watch, turns to Vidal. “Stay close. The company ahead of us is Trident – we’re Hour-glass. They’ll be on channel eleven.” His words are almost a whisper. “If everything went according to plan yesterday, they won’t be monitoring for another forty minutes or so. If it didn’t…” The jumpmaster doesn’t finish the thought as Lavareaux’s line jumps off, moving forward slowly in the dwindling twilight. Sergeant Duval readies his submachine gun . “Stay close, radio.”
Please post Spot, Listen, and Move Silently checks for me in your next posts - Pyotr and Normand should post Hide checks as ell. As знаток noted, to save time only one linked score is necessary.
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