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<blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2321026" data-attributes="member: 26473"><p>Carefully removing Vidal’s helmet, Marcel inspects the wounded legionnaire’s head. Beneath where the bullet struck his helmet there is a pronounced bump and abrasion – behind his ear there is a deep laceration left by the rifle butt. Carefully palpating the radioman’s skull, Vidal is pleased to note there are no signs of fracture. From the pile of supplies Marcel plucks out an ammonia inhalant. Carefully applying it under Vidal’s nose he delicately rouses the unconscious para. <span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: darkgray">Vidal: Stabilized with 1 HP.</span></span></p><p></p><p>From atop the hill, Pyotr sees the <em>fellaghas</em> falling back toward the <em>oued</em>, mostly in ones and twos, some obviously wounded. A small group of insurgents, from among those hiding in the rocks to the west of the hill, stops to retrieve two more wounded men – a couple gather weapons from the dead as well. Dozens of bodies are visible on the warm ground, clustered near the <em>oued</em> where the legionnares first encountered the <em>fellaghas</em>, where the first attack came as the legionnaires retreated, scattered along the gully, and now at the base of the hill where the paras made their stand. The Russian sees Sgt. Duval cleaning his bloody knife on the uniform of one of the dead fells lying at the jumpmaster’s feet. The <em>sergent-chef</em> looks up toward Pyotr and points to the <em>légionnaire</em>, then points to his own eyes and finally waves his arm in a sweeping arc in the direction of the <em>fellaghas</em>’ retreat. Duval sheathes his knife and picks up his submachine gun then walks over to where Marcel is attending to Vidal.</p><p></p><p>Duval appears over the two legionnaires. Blood stains the front of his smock and a thin trickle rolls down his hand and drips on the ground. <span style="color: sienna">“You’ve got a thick skull, radio,”</span> he says, his scarred leer tempering the fierce light in his eyes. He reaches down and touches Vidal on the shoulder, then reaches for the radio handset dangling from the Motorola still strapped to the legionnaire’s back. <span style="color: sienna">“Juliet 4, Hourglass 1. Can you see the fells?”</span></p><p></p><p>Over the radio comes the young spotter’s voice. <span style="color: sienna"><em>“Stand by, Hourglass 1. Coming around now.”</em></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: YellowGreen">"Duval, you were a warrior out there!"</span> Marcel lets out a low whistle as he sees the officer's wounds. <span style="color: YellowGreen">"Do you mind taking a knee while I check some of those out? You can still give orders while I work."</span> Marcel winks at Duval conspiratorially.</p><p></p><p>Duval nods. <span style="color: sienna">“The arm is a scratch,”</span> he says as he drops to one knee. Marcel unbuttons the jumpmaster’s smock. Inside is a sock, soaked with blood, a temporary dressing apparently placed by Duval. Peeling back the sock, Marcel sees a star-shaped wound to the side of the chest, just below the nipple line. The medic’s hand next palpates Duval’s back – there is no sign of an exit wound. Marcel places a clean dressing – his last – over the hole and binds it with his last bandage. As he works he also notices a laceration lower down, a knife wound, long but not deep, little more than a scrape along the lower ribs. It’s not bleeding, and with no more supplies, there is little to be done.</p><p></p><p>Normand stands over the dying <em>fellagha</em> and looks around. Lavareaux is on one knee, looking tired and pale, breathing hard. The <em>caporal-chef</em> labors to stand, then checks the other two <em>fellaghas</em>, his pistol pointed at the bodies until he’s satisfied they’re dead. The Picard then reaches for the MP-40 lying on the ground, untangling the strap from the <em>fellagha</em>’s body. Normand notes that the dead fell has two stars, one red, one white, embroidered on the shoulder straps of his fatigues – as Lavareaux flips over the body to free the machine pistol, a silver whistle on a lanyard can be seen around his neck. The <em>caporal-chef</em> rummages through the pockets of the dead insurgent, then looks at Normand. <span style="color: sienna">“Find a weapon, <em>légionnaire</em>,”</span> he says, his voice hoarse and low, <span style="color: sienna">“and start checking the bodies.”</span></p><p></p><p>Sgt. Duval is silent as Marcel treats his injuries. After the medic is done, the jumpmaster stands and surveys the scene. <span style="color: sienna">“Fortier, I need a casualty count.”</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="The Shaman, post: 2321026, member: 26473"] Carefully removing Vidal’s helmet, Marcel inspects the wounded legionnaire’s head. Beneath where the bullet struck his helmet there is a pronounced bump and abrasion – behind his ear there is a deep laceration left by the rifle butt. Carefully palpating the radioman’s skull, Vidal is pleased to note there are no signs of fracture. From the pile of supplies Marcel plucks out an ammonia inhalant. Carefully applying it under Vidal’s nose he delicately rouses the unconscious para. [size=1][color=darkgray]Vidal: Stabilized with 1 HP.[/color][/size] From atop the hill, Pyotr sees the [i]fellaghas[/i] falling back toward the [i]oued[/i], mostly in ones and twos, some obviously wounded. A small group of insurgents, from among those hiding in the rocks to the west of the hill, stops to retrieve two more wounded men – a couple gather weapons from the dead as well. Dozens of bodies are visible on the warm ground, clustered near the [i]oued[/i] where the legionnares first encountered the [i]fellaghas[/i], where the first attack came as the legionnaires retreated, scattered along the gully, and now at the base of the hill where the paras made their stand. The Russian sees Sgt. Duval cleaning his bloody knife on the uniform of one of the dead fells lying at the jumpmaster’s feet. The [i]sergent-chef[/i] looks up toward Pyotr and points to the [i]légionnaire[/i], then points to his own eyes and finally waves his arm in a sweeping arc in the direction of the [i]fellaghas[/i]’ retreat. Duval sheathes his knife and picks up his submachine gun then walks over to where Marcel is attending to Vidal. Duval appears over the two legionnaires. Blood stains the front of his smock and a thin trickle rolls down his hand and drips on the ground. [color=sienna]“You’ve got a thick skull, radio,”[/color] he says, his scarred leer tempering the fierce light in his eyes. He reaches down and touches Vidal on the shoulder, then reaches for the radio handset dangling from the Motorola still strapped to the legionnaire’s back. [color=sienna]“Juliet 4, Hourglass 1. Can you see the fells?”[/color] Over the radio comes the young spotter’s voice. [color=sienna][i]“Stand by, Hourglass 1. Coming around now.”[/i][/color] [COLOR=YellowGreen]"Duval, you were a warrior out there!"[/COLOR] Marcel lets out a low whistle as he sees the officer's wounds. [COLOR=YellowGreen]"Do you mind taking a knee while I check some of those out? You can still give orders while I work."[/COLOR] Marcel winks at Duval conspiratorially. Duval nods. [color=sienna]“The arm is a scratch,”[/color] he says as he drops to one knee. Marcel unbuttons the jumpmaster’s smock. Inside is a sock, soaked with blood, a temporary dressing apparently placed by Duval. Peeling back the sock, Marcel sees a star-shaped wound to the side of the chest, just below the nipple line. The medic’s hand next palpates Duval’s back – there is no sign of an exit wound. Marcel places a clean dressing – his last – over the hole and binds it with his last bandage. As he works he also notices a laceration lower down, a knife wound, long but not deep, little more than a scrape along the lower ribs. It’s not bleeding, and with no more supplies, there is little to be done. Normand stands over the dying [i]fellagha[/i] and looks around. Lavareaux is on one knee, looking tired and pale, breathing hard. The [i]caporal-chef[/i] labors to stand, then checks the other two [i]fellaghas[/i], his pistol pointed at the bodies until he’s satisfied they’re dead. The Picard then reaches for the MP-40 lying on the ground, untangling the strap from the [i]fellagha[/i]’s body. Normand notes that the dead fell has two stars, one red, one white, embroidered on the shoulder straps of his fatigues – as Lavareaux flips over the body to free the machine pistol, a silver whistle on a lanyard can be seen around his neck. The [i]caporal-chef[/i] rummages through the pockets of the dead insurgent, then looks at Normand. [color=sienna]“Find a weapon, [i]légionnaire[/i],”[/color] he says, his voice hoarse and low, [color=sienna]“and start checking the bodies.”[/color] Sgt. Duval is silent as Marcel treats his injuries. After the medic is done, the jumpmaster stands and surveys the scene. [color=sienna]“Fortier, I need a casualty count.”[/color] [/QUOTE]
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