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Post by Oliver on May 11, 2009 1:22:54 GMT -5
"Well if when I take a sip of that coffee over there and it squirts out, then I'll have something to be worried about."
The coffee machine makes a ding and the Captain slowly stands, grimacing in pain for a moment till he's full standing.
"Just hurts a bit, I'll be ok."
He returns back to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup. "Iole, or anyone, want some? This will be a long night so drink up while you can." He puts the craft back in its slot then takes a slow sip from the cup.
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Post by Iole on May 11, 2009 1:24:53 GMT -5
::Iole takes the offer, moving to the coffee maker and taking a quick sip before taking the rest over to Oliver::
It's to make sure you stay awake. I have to get back to my rounds and see if any of the other wounded need anything. Will you be alright?
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Post by Oliver on May 11, 2009 1:27:41 GMT -5
Oliver nods, taking the coffee politely but unsure if he's really in the mood for the burning bitter liquid.
"Aye, ye know me. A'ways doin' a'right."
He rubs her leg, giving it a squeeze.
"Go c'eck on the ot'ers. I'll ye'p if I need somet'in'."
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Post by Iole on May 11, 2009 1:34:07 GMT -5
::She smiles and brushes his hair out of his face before turning to leave. She nods respectfully to Connolly as she passes and starts making her rounds, stopping at the tables where the wounded lay, making sure they're comfortable. As she goes about her routine, she sings in an odd language they've never heard before. The melody is soft and calming:: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSo-uwJBvYM
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Post by Oliver on May 20, 2009 21:03:50 GMT -5
In the night, the sounds of battles surround them on the streets, in the alleys, parks and civic plazas. The glimmer of fires pretends an early dawn, that illuminates the night. It's an eerie night, filled with anticipation and anxiety for the possibilities that may come, and with each blast Connolly cringes in his seat by the door.
Oliver tries to keep away, the blasting shocking him awake.
By the mornings true twilight, a flare is launched into the sky above the plaza. The light makes Connolly spring to his feet and the uninjured soldiers to take up their positions. In a few anxious minutes, waiting, the sounds of trucks rumbling resonate through the streets and soon, the sights LPA troop trucks and improvised vehicles roll into the plaza. Connolly orders his soldiers to stand down as he walks out to greet them.
Sid jumps out the back of one of the trucks and waves to his captain. "Thought we might need these."
Connolly nods. "Good work..." He turns to the troops piling out of the trucks. "Who is in charge here?"
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 0:21:54 GMT -5
::After what seems like hours, Iole's morning rounds finally bring her back to Oliver. She sets herself to checking the bandages::
How are you feeling today?
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Post by Oliver on May 21, 2009 1:00:26 GMT -5
A sleepy Oliver, with heavy eyes looks up to Iole. "Can I p'easeeeee s'eep now?" He begs. "I can'ot take t'is anymore, my eyes fee'ike t'ey got two stones on t'em."
Outside, Connolly speaks with the officer in charge of the relief unit. "What's the sitrep, comrade?" He asks. "By the gods, we'd given up on the Dragoons after you ran into that bunch of Guard. If it wasn't for your man here, we'd of written you all off for KIA. Anyway, your men got the brunt of the battle." He laughs. "The Regent was not expecting such a fast counter-attack, took the entire city by surprise. We're still pushing through the districts, the day was ours. The night saw the Guard regroup and put up some more resistence but we're still giving them one hell of a fight."
"Can we get my men to a field hospital ASAP?"
The officer nods. "Yeah, bring you're injured out, we'll load them up. Also got some new orders from the top. Get your men, I'll get the papers."
Connolly nods as Sid comes up beside him. "Comrade, how went the night?"
"Nothing a hot meal and sleep won't cure, come, let's move the dead and wounded."
Both enter into the cafe, Connolly calling to Iole and the remaining medic. "We're moving out, lets get the injured into the trucks, dead last."
Sid looks to Iole and Oliver and gives a reassuring nod.
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 1:04:38 GMT -5
::Iole smiles at Sid and breathes a sigh of relief that the worst is over for now. She turns back to Oliver::
I guess you can sleep now, if you don't mind a girl carrying you.
::She gives him a sly grin before taking his arm gently and sling him across her back::
I'll put you in the truck, and I'll be back as soon as I help them load the others.
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Post by Oliver on May 21, 2009 1:13:26 GMT -5
Oliver already is dozing when Iole helps him up and by the time he's in the back of the truck, he's out like a light.
Sid, Connolly, the medic and a few of the other Dragoons help move the injured and dead into the back of the trucks when the caravan officer approaches with a folder, the new orders, and hands them to Connolly.
"Also, one more thing. Did the one known as Oliver Tipp survive the attack?" He asks as he rummages through his own papers. "Straight from the top, needs to be brought back to HQ for some sort of briefing."
Sid overhears this bit of news and mutters, "Le Enfant Terrible" just within ear shot for Iole, who is assisting him moving a dead soldier into the truck.
Connolly nods. "Yes, he's alive but needs a proper look over by a doctor, he was in the truck that got hit by the mo-" "Sorry comrade, direct order, we're to bring him with me back to HQ. Commitsar's orders. Go get him for me."
"Iole, get Ollie." He calls out then begins to read the rest of the orders.
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 1:28:21 GMT -5
But he needs...::she chooses to bite her tongue on this one:: Yes Captain. But if you don't mind, I'd like to go with him for his own safety. Like the Captain said, he's not in the best shape.
::She's almost positive they'll reject her request so she gives Connolly a subtle but pleading look::
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Post by Oliver on May 21, 2009 1:41:23 GMT -5
Connolly's eyes show he has no decision over this request. "I'm sorry, Iole, ask the lieutenant here."
The lieutenant of the caravan, the man who brought the orders looks up from his own paper work. "What? Oh, uh, its not in the orders. Don't worry lass, our medic will keep an eye on him and he'll be back before you know it. Can you bring him here?"
A very disgruntled, "So I see..." Mutters from Connolly's mouth as he snaps the order's folder shut. "Iole, it would be best for you to get some rest anyway. You've done more then enough for a days work."
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 1:45:07 GMT -5
::Iole growls in her chest, but she follows her orders::
Take very good care of him.
::She turns back to Oliver::
Rise and shine handsome. Looks like you've got some important people to see. Sorry I lied. You can sleep in their truck.
::She points to the lieutenants::
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Post by Oliver on May 21, 2009 2:00:37 GMT -5
Oliver lets out a very tired and disgruntled grown.
"But I dun wannnnaaaa." He exclaims as he hobbles out of the truck in a sleep haze. "Fine... 'ine... long as I sleep somew'ere." He staggers over to the other truck, but is stopped, and the lieutenant makes a gesture with his arm and an armored car rolls up from the other side of the street. The drive gets out quickly, opens the doors and waits.
"In." Commands the Lieutenant.
Oliver practically collapses into the back of the car and the door is shut behind him. The Lieutenant tells the dirver something before he returns to the car and drives off.
"Alright, Captain. My drivers will take you to the field hospital and forward base. For the politariate." He salutes then walks off to another truck and disappears.
"For the politariate." Connolly half assly salutes back.
Sid turns to Iole. "Captain's right, you need rest. Let's get going."
After everyone is aboard the truck, they speed away, leading them into another part of the war-torn city.
(I'll start a new thread shortly))
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 2:05:44 GMT -5
::Iole watches in dismay as Oliver's transport speeds the other way::
Whatever they want with him... I don't like it. I'm getting some pretty bad vibes about this one. Say what you want but my vibes are usually right.
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