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Post by Tonks on Feb 25, 2013 20:39:39 GMT
Miller rolled his eyes and turned around.
"We haven't heard from Private Henley or Sergeant Rogers, I suggest we try to help." He spoke in his deepest, manliest voice before turning and continuing to walk.
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Post by Taya on Feb 26, 2013 0:00:38 GMT
"Your order from the Sergeant was to double check the perimeter, Private. Or were you not listening to your radio?" Sam answered back. She shook her head and turned back to Erica. Grabbing her bag she spoke quickly, "Stay with Private Bernard. I'm not going to let that stubborn... Well, I'm not going to let him get himself killed."
Then she pulled out her gun and was quick to follow Miller.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Feb 26, 2013 21:04:29 GMT
"Where abouts did you say my sergeant was?"
Konstantin stretched the depths of his memory, and his memory threw back vivid flashes of horror. The lithe dark creatures leaping forth from the undergrowth, their eyes full of rage. Limbs outstretched with taut skin, white knuckle grip around Konstantin’s windpipe, the bloodcurdling screeches the beasts emitted. His skin turned to goosebumps in an instant.
“Gah! Please, no more!” he pleaded, holding his bloodied head and falling to his knees in the woodland mud. The squelching sound of his legs falling into the boggy ground was disgusting, but in his ears there was a painful ringing. His memories flashed violently before him, not escaping him. After what seemed like an eternity, but most probably was no more than a couple of seconds, Konstantin felt the ringing stop. His heart beat had escalated to 200 bpm, his pupils had dilated, it was as if Konstantin was back in that fight-or-flight situation.
“I am sorry Private, your sergeant’s exact whereabouts is beyond me. God will guide that man though; he will guide all of us out of this horror.”
Konstantin pushed himself up, his hands filthy now. He felt incredibly woozy, but had to maintain his strength out here.
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Post by Tonks on Feb 26, 2013 22:04:43 GMT
Miller looked at his radio with it's switch set to off and subtly switched it back on.
Fuck's sake.
He continued to walk, he WOULD be the hero of this, or at least look like one...
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Post by Tonks on Feb 26, 2013 22:12:30 GMT
"Are you ok?!" Sarah exclaimed as the man screamed, kneeling beside him now. She looked up at Jared, "We need to get him to my doctor". She raised her eyebrow at Konstantin's ramblings about God, she was never one for religion.
"Yes well, you need more than God right now."
She clicked on her radio to the others, "This is Private Henley, I have found two survivors in need of medical assistance, over."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 26, 2013 23:18:20 GMT
Rogers frowned at Henley's words. Two survivors? He gathered his breath and, ignoring the burning in his leg, began a slow pace back the way the creatures had dragged him. With any luck he'd run into someone soon. He grabbed his radio and ordered, "Hey Doc, get yourself prepared. Miller, Ezekial, keep the perimeter. I repeat, do not follow us. Henley, I'll make my way back to base. Over."
With that he left his radio on, readied his gun and let his eyes rove the undergrowth for any more survivors. The last thing he wanted was another encounter. Footsteps treaded lightly, avoiding anything that could cause sound to reciprocate. Following the path he was sure he was dragged along, he let himself be led through thick foliage. The plants were vibrantly bright and the smell of fresh, real grass, leaves and other shrubbery couldn't be helped but be savored with a quick smile. Then the frown was back.
The further he went the more unsure he became and it was when he almost hit the trip wire that his mind began to spin possibilities. By right, he wasn't anywhere near base camp, and both Miller and Ezekial would have warned him of any trip wire. Rogers let one hand keep hold of his gun whilst the other followed the wire, fingers tipping along it until he found what it was wired to. He took out his knife, cut the wire and passed through the last bit of foliage to discover a different camp. The original camp.
Thoughts of those monsters left his mind as he examined the campsite; scattered materials, spilt goods, overturned table and ripped tents. The further he moved into the small clearing, the more he found blood stains. He pulled back one shredded flap on a tent and held his breath. One of the scientists lay in tatters, chest and body torn by sharp claws. He pulled on the body to see the name on the uniform; Telviv, and made a mental note.
He pulled what remained of the sleeping bag over the man's body and moved to what he assumed was the testing tent; a large white open tent roof with four corners. One corner was collapsed and Rogers lifted the fabric over his head to look at overturned equipment and shattered glass. As he poured through the computers, broken and not, he wondered where their ship was. Moving to the back of the tent he peered through a few thick branches and found his answer.
He was quick to jump inside and look over the materials. There were claw marks everywhere, across the control panel, the consoles, gauges and radars. He held his breath at the sight of a mangled body in the pilot seat and grabbed the tags around his neck to put into his pocket. He grabbed his radio as he eyes roved the surfaces of the shuttle. "I've found the original camp site of the first team. I'll turn on their shuttle's emergency beacon so that we can grab out bearings." He found the button he wanted, just a few inches shy of the dead soldiers hand, and pushed it. A flashing red light appeared above his head, letting him know the signal was broadcasting.
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Post by Taya on Feb 27, 2013 0:05:33 GMT
"This is Dr. Evans, what's your 20, Private Henley?" Sam asked into the radio as she ran to catch up with Miller. She grabbed his arm. "Wait to see if we are going in the right direction. It won't do any good to get lost, if we're going to ignore orders anyway."
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Post by Light on Feb 28, 2013 20:26:34 GMT
As Zhelezkin spoke, a wave of relief washed over Jared; one of his comrades had survived, thank God. It was some of that fleeting good news he'd received whilst on this hell hole of a Planet. First he'd found the message had gotten through and more soldiers had arrived, now he technically had a squad again, albeit consisting of one injured Grenadier and himself, it was better than what he had five minutes previously. Small mercies. Hell, he'd take any mercies right now, no matter how small.
"I'm glad you brought a medic. The best I could do for him is slap a few bandages on him and hope for the best. Field med-training is good enough to keep someone alive until you can get them to a medic and not much else..." he looked over at Konstantin; the grenadier was a big man, so he had every confidence he could last long enough to get treatment: "How far is your medic?" he asked Sarah, taking a look around the area just in case there was anything else nearby before kneeling down beside Konstantin: "Stay with us Zhelezkin; you'd better not die on me. I'll be damned if I'm going to be the last Brigand alive on this God-forsaken rock!"
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Mar 1, 2013 0:49:12 GMT
“Both of you, I will be fine; I will just need rest and maybe some patching up. God gave me this body to fight, and I sure know he’s not done with me yet. I just don’t think there are words to even begin to describe the encounter… the fleeting memories of it just seem…”
Konstantin shuddered. It was not a good feeling reminiscing upon it. It was as if those same hands were strangling him now just trying to find the words to speak of it. He spat out a bloody phlegmy blob.
“We’re brigands Eldon, we’re not going to die this day. I wish I could say that of the others, but fate is cruel and these beasts crueller.”
Half-squinting as blood began to drip around his eyelid, Konstantin remained cautious whilst examining the area. His sight lingered on the trees, the overgrowth, the shadows, the potential dangers. Paranoia crept up him, but he was too weary to panic. He just turned into a silent giant, solemnly standing vigilant.
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Post by Tonks on Mar 2, 2013 17:22:18 GMT
"Fine." Miller said reluctantly, snatching back his arm. Being babysat on his hero mission wasn't quite what he had in mind. He was sick of never being given any real responsibility; what was the point in him being there if he didn't even get to do anything.? He continued to sulk like a child whilst he waited for Sarah's reply on the radio.
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Post by Tonks on Mar 2, 2013 17:33:20 GMT
"Head for the open space in the direction we initially headed. We aren't that far from the opening of the trees, we may be able to get to the edge of the tree line where you'll see us, over." Sarah spoke clearly down the radio.
She turned to the others.
"It's lovely that you're catching up but I care not for your training and I suggest you keep it down unless you want to get us killed." She spat, in an angered hushed tone. "We will be your legs, you'll have to rest on our shoulders, it's not that far." She spoke to Konstantin.
Sarah was starting to worry about how quiet it was and didn't want to waste time. As she heard Rogers' voice come through her radio she wondered why she ever worried about him, he always manages to survive.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
Deadly Sin: Sloth
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
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Post by Playle on Mar 4, 2013 13:10:22 GMT
"Thank you Private Henley." Konstantin muttered as he rested upon her shoulder, and reached for Eldon's shoulders too.
The grenadier was weary, and the private was right. Himself and Eldon could catch up once medical assistance had been provided. The last thing the group needed was more of those creatures.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Mar 4, 2013 21:15:41 GMT
Rogers climbed out of the shuttle and observed the surroundings. He listened carefully and after silent seconds dragged out with worry, he moved. He made his way back to the main camp. He did a quick search, as thorough as he could be without wandering too far and getting lost, picking up another set of tags before he moved back out onto the main path. From his vest he pulled out an emergency bandage and wrapped it around a tree opposite the opening. That way, if they needed to find it again it wouldn't be that hard too.
Once finished he decided to head back to camp and set up a plan of action. Ignoring the burning in his leg he pushed himself forward. Leaving just Miller and Ezekial to look after camp wouldn't last much longer. Both were hot headed and neither could sit still. With that in mind he quickened his pace.
He found the set of rocks he and Henley had taken cover in and found himself relaxing. It wasn't much further to go. He kept his gun up, ready, waiting, but nothing more jumped out at him. When the bushes did decide to rustle he would level his gun with it, hold his breath and wait a few seconds before he deemed himself to be in no more danger. When he found the opening that led to base he grabbed his radio to let Sarah know. "Henley, it's Rogers. I made my way back to base. Keep an eye out and keep safe."
He passed a faint nod to Ezekial, ignoring the glare the man gave him and moved towards Miller. "Go through a few yards. Henley should be on her way back with survivors. Help her." Before the man left he grabbed his shoulder and said, "Stay within shouting distance."
Rogers then made his way to Sam. "Hey Doc, you and Erica okay? We got a couple of survivors coming up, I want you to check them over whilst I talk to command." He offered her a tight smile and said, "I'm fine," before he stepped into the shuttle and sat at the main system to send a message up.
Ezekial glared at Rogers. He hated babysitting. Hated having to sit and wait whilst everybody else got to do the fun part of the job. He ignored Miller but kept his eyes on the trees. If something moved, he hoped to hell he could shoot it.
If he kept shooting, maybe he could accidentally shoot Rogers. A smile curled his lips. He really hoped he could shoot something now.
(OOC: As you can tell I shall be taking over Ezekial. Andura doesn't want to carry on. This is all.)
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Post by Taya on Mar 4, 2013 23:13:07 GMT
Samantha had been about to ignore orders and go with Miller to where Henley had directed them. But then Dylan returned. She wanted to rail at him that she knew he was lying. He was clearly not fine. But field medicine meant working by triage standards and from all she had heard the survivors would need her care first. However not before she yelled at him. Never lie to your doctor.
She headed right after Dylan. Once out of earshot of the others, she spoke up,
"Dylan, you may need to be the commander, but you had damn well better make sure I get examine you as soon as you are done in here. And as your medic, I do not appreciate being lied to. As your friend, I hate it even more."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Mar 5, 2013 10:56:14 GMT
Rogers bit his tongue. Sam wasn't in the military and that was the part of him that wanted to answer back. It was a bad habit he'd had in the past, letting his military side come out. Sometimes it'd helped him deal in certain situations. Right now? He didn't need it. Sam didn't need it. "I'm sorting out priorities Sam. You see to the survivors whilst I contact command Then you take a look at me. Until then I'm fine. I can manage. That's all I meant by it. "
He tried to offer her a reassuring smile. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her feelings in some way.
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