Wing and Sword: Life During Wartime
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The Shaman
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Kat shrugs in response to Pyotr’s question. “No idea. I’m sure that the gendarmes will work all that out.” The section leader frowns slightly. “I don’t want to wait around here for two hours. Let Fortier know that we’ll send a jeep for him. We’re going back to camp.”
Done cleaning Normand's wounds, Pauline waits with her hand resting on Normand's uninjured thigh, as the doctor looks over the ragged gash left by the shrapnel under the Frenchman's arm. “Pauline, my tray,” Dr. Bruzzi says as he inspects the wound. The plump nurse fetches a tray of instruments and a stand and places them beside the exam table, then retrieves an ampule and a syringe from one of the cabinets along the far wall.
Dr. Bruzzi readies the hypodermic and injects it in three places around the wound – Normand feels the burning pain of the laceration fade away, replaced by a slight tingling, as the doctor readies a curved needle and silk for the sutures.
Done cleaning Normand's wounds, Pauline waits with her hand resting on Normand's uninjured thigh, as the doctor looks over the ragged gash left by the shrapnel under the Frenchman's arm. “Pauline, my tray,” Dr. Bruzzi says as he inspects the wound. The plump nurse fetches a tray of instruments and a stand and places them beside the exam table, then retrieves an ampule and a syringe from one of the cabinets along the far wall.
Dr. Bruzzi readies the hypodermic and injects it in three places around the wound – Normand feels the burning pain of the laceration fade away, replaced by a slight tingling, as the doctor readies a curved needle and silk for the sutures.
shadowbloodmoon
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Pyotr nods at Kat, "Already done, sergeant. I'm ready to go, unless you want me to stay here and keep an eye on the boys." , he says with a slight smile.
The Shaman
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“No, I want to get back to camp, in case the lieutenant needs us,” Kat replies firmly. His voice rises as he continues, “All right, back on the truck. Doc and the wounded are staying here, and we’re returning to quarters.”
The small group of legionnaires gather their gear.
Uh-oh, Pyotr, the sergent isn’t convinced. Got a good reason to stay? Let him hear it, and throw a Diplomacy check on there.
The small group of legionnaires gather their gear.
Uh-oh, Pyotr, the sergent isn’t convinced. Got a good reason to stay? Let him hear it, and throw a Diplomacy check on there.
shadowbloodmoon
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Unfortunately, Pyotr can not think of a good reason other than they are his friends and he's sure the sergeant won't go for that. That and my Diplomacy bonus is not that great...
Pyotr, obedient as ever, shrugs. "Oui, sergent." He then makes sure he has his things and helps the other legionnaires onto the truck.
Pyotr, obedient as ever, shrugs. "Oui, sergent." He then makes sure he has his things and helps the other legionnaires onto the truck.
The Shaman
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Pyotr...[sblock]The legionnaires in the lobby trudge out the doors of the clinic. The street is quiet now – a man is sweeping up broken glass while another prepares to nail a sheet of plywood across the shattered window of the café up the street.
“Kat, you’re limping.” It’s Nedjar, watching as the sergent hobbles down the steps, favoring the hip where the sniper’s bullet hit his holster. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” the Greek replies, but the grimace on his face suggests otherwise. “Just stiff.” A closer look reveals that his web belt is unbuckled, hanging from his suspenders rather than snug around his waist.
“You should have the doc check you over,” Nedjar continues. Before the sergent can answer, the Algerian adds, “You’ll slow the rest of us down.”
Kat’s head snaps up, and he looks at Nedjar, his face clouded. Then the Greek nods and cracks a small smile. “Wanna try a ten kilometer night hike and see if you’re right?” he asks, but he stops short of the truck.
“Manolo, take Burhan and see if that café owner can part with something to eat, huh?” Nedjar says, ignoring the section leader’s taunt. Sánchez nods, and the Spaniard and the Turk turn up the street. “The lieutenant ordered us here, right?” the Algerian says to Katsourianis. “He knows where to look for us. And he said to get all the wounded checked.” Nedjar looks Kat in the eye. “All of them, sergent, oui?”
Kat doesn’t answer, handing his MAT-49 to Nedjar and slipping his web gear off his shoulders. The legionnaires say nothing, simply clamber down from the truck and reenter the clinic.
“Pyotr, find the doc and let him know there’s one more patient,” Nedjar tells the Ukrainian.
Okay, I’ll bail you out this time...
[/sblock]Marcel and Normand...[sblock]Pauline smiles at Normand, and leans toward him slightly as she answers. “The Moroccan’s place,” she replies sweetly, “the Esso station a couple of blocks from here.”
“Tahar Zefzaf,” Dr. Bruzzi adds, tugging at the needle, drawing the silk through Normand’s skin. “He doesn’t own the station, just runs it for a man in Géryville. Does decent work.”[/sblock]
“Kat, you’re limping.” It’s Nedjar, watching as the sergent hobbles down the steps, favoring the hip where the sniper’s bullet hit his holster. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” the Greek replies, but the grimace on his face suggests otherwise. “Just stiff.” A closer look reveals that his web belt is unbuckled, hanging from his suspenders rather than snug around his waist.
“You should have the doc check you over,” Nedjar continues. Before the sergent can answer, the Algerian adds, “You’ll slow the rest of us down.”
Kat’s head snaps up, and he looks at Nedjar, his face clouded. Then the Greek nods and cracks a small smile. “Wanna try a ten kilometer night hike and see if you’re right?” he asks, but he stops short of the truck.
“Manolo, take Burhan and see if that café owner can part with something to eat, huh?” Nedjar says, ignoring the section leader’s taunt. Sánchez nods, and the Spaniard and the Turk turn up the street. “The lieutenant ordered us here, right?” the Algerian says to Katsourianis. “He knows where to look for us. And he said to get all the wounded checked.” Nedjar looks Kat in the eye. “All of them, sergent, oui?”
Kat doesn’t answer, handing his MAT-49 to Nedjar and slipping his web gear off his shoulders. The legionnaires say nothing, simply clamber down from the truck and reenter the clinic.
“Pyotr, find the doc and let him know there’s one more patient,” Nedjar tells the Ukrainian.
Okay, I’ll bail you out this time...
[/sblock]Marcel and Normand...[sblock]Pauline smiles at Normand, and leans toward him slightly as she answers. “The Moroccan’s place,” she replies sweetly, “the Esso station a couple of blocks from here.”“Tahar Zefzaf,” Dr. Bruzzi adds, tugging at the needle, drawing the silk through Normand’s skin. “He doesn’t own the station, just runs it for a man in Géryville. Does decent work.”[/sblock]
Normand gives the nurse a grin, and then tears his eyes away, looking at Marcel as he speaks.
"Well, far as I see, one mystery is easily solved. Mr Rubiera dropped the car for repairs, and bought supplies. He needed to get them back to the farm, so of course he'd have had one of his hands drive the truck in town, to get him back to the farm. A quick check at the garage to see if the citroen is indeed there would confirm that, but I think it's a fair assumption. What I wonder about is.. Where was the truck going? They were going north, then ran into the gendarmes, attacked them.. And then returned to the farm, on foot, why? Surely their whole goal was not to kill a few gendarmes."
"Well, far as I see, one mystery is easily solved. Mr Rubiera dropped the car for repairs, and bought supplies. He needed to get them back to the farm, so of course he'd have had one of his hands drive the truck in town, to get him back to the farm. A quick check at the garage to see if the citroen is indeed there would confirm that, but I think it's a fair assumption. What I wonder about is.. Where was the truck going? They were going north, then ran into the gendarmes, attacked them.. And then returned to the farm, on foot, why? Surely their whole goal was not to kill a few gendarmes."
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shadowbloodmoon
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Yeah yeah, I feel bailed....
Pyotr nods to his sergeant, he hadn't seen the wound earlier and Kat had been hiding it rather well. He thens makes his way back inside.
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Pyotr pushes the doors open to the medical room, as if he had every reason to be there. "Change of plans Doc. Sergeant Katsourianis needs to be looked at too. He took a round in the hip and it's holding him back."
Yeah yeah, I feel bailed....
Pyotr nods to his sergeant, he hadn't seen the wound earlier and Kat had been hiding it rather well. He thens makes his way back inside.
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Pyotr pushes the doors open to the medical room, as if he had every reason to be there. "Change of plans Doc. Sergeant Katsourianis needs to be looked at too. He took a round in the hip and it's holding him back."
Bobitron
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Marcel swears softly under his breath. I knew Kat was worse than he was letting on, he thought. "Bring him in. I can look at his wound while the Doctor finishes with Normand."
"Okay, so we go to the Esso and see what this Tahar Zefzaf has to say. Or maybe he's the prisoner. I'm sure answers will surface if we just keep looking." He frowns. "I wish I had asked the right questions of Angelique, though. I was so concerned about her fear that I never asked her about the man we captured. Stupid move," he sighs.
"Okay, so we go to the Esso and see what this Tahar Zefzaf has to say. Or maybe he's the prisoner. I'm sure answers will surface if we just keep looking." He frowns. "I wish I had asked the right questions of Angelique, though. I was so concerned about her fear that I never asked her about the man we captured. Stupid move," he sighs.
