Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2748476" data-attributes="member: 26473">“I told you this might be worse than you thought,” Marcel chides Sgt. Katsourianis. “Let's see what we can do.”“I had other things on my mind, doc,” Kat replies with annoyance as Marcel scrubs the scrapes with iodine swabs. Satisfied that the abrasion is clean, the medic looks for ice packs to place on the contusion.“They were leaving the farm when they met the gendarmes,” the section leader agrees, “on their way to meet other fellagahs, maybe? Out in the bled somewhere?” Kat gasps slightly at Marcel applies the first ice pack. “My lower back, too,” he says quietly. Marcel heals 3 points of damage. Kat’s injuries are relatively minor – the medic can undertake Surgery but can add at most only a few more hit points while incapacitating the sergent for upwards of twenty-four hours.“Mador, you think that one of the fells came from here in town? From the Esso?” Kat asks. “This army mechanic – Tahar, right? Is he an FLN sympathizer?” He winces as Marcel palpates his lumbar spine, and Pauline quietly directs the medic to a syringe and an anti-inflammatory.Dr. Bruzzi has finished injecting Normand’s neck and stands with the curved needle ready to piece the anesthetized flesh. “The vocal separatists were chased out of Portemonte by the UT and the Army some time ago,” he replies, adjusting his glasses before starting the sutures. “Jacques Girard saw to that. The Arabs locally tend to keep to themselves. No one looks for trouble.”“But if that Ferhaz fellow and the Moroccan were friends,” Pauline interjects, a hint of excitement in her voice, “maybe they were working together?” The plump nurse preps the hypodermic for Marcel and hands it to him primly, then returns to Dr. Bruzzi’s – and Normand’s – side at the examination table.“Pauline, you don’t really know that they were ‘friends’, do you? There are three times as many Arabs in town as there are colons. Is anyone who ever spoke to Rubiera’s farmhands a maquisard now?” replies the physician, the reproach plain in his voice. The nurse’s chubby cheeks turn crimson but she says nothing. Dr. Bruzzi's tone softens as he continues, “These are complicated and dangerous times, dear. Speculation and rumors only makes things worse.” Marcel slips the needle into the sergent’s lower back and slowly depresses the plunger. Kat stiffens slightly as the medic works, then looks around at the legionnaires. “What do you think?”</blockquote>

Verification