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PostPosted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 5:11 am 
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Taft tilted his head at the 'language' that was spouted at him, the lack of comprehension plain on his face. Of course, he never let that sort of thing stop him before and he wasn't about to start. "No, I'm actually German and Scotch-Irish. Oh, and there's a little Cherokee on my father's side. I'm guessing you're of North African descent, Egypt maybe." The Sgt. Major grinned back and was considering adding a little incentive to the prisoner's current predicament when he heard the sounds of surprise.

"Don't waste anymore resources on this one, Blake. Unless you have a medical objection, I say we splash them with water and then, if that doesn't work, we tie 'em together and walk them back as fast as we can get them to move." He started in the direction of the sounds, just to make sure nobody was suddenly dying or something. That wouldn't be acceptable on his watch. Whether Blake agreed or not, the whole mindless trance thing had Taft firm on the decision to highly recommend the rescued team be put into isolation and lock down until something, anything, could be figured out about it.

We peeked into the stockade to see what was up, careful to keep his distance for the moment.


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PostPosted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 9:54 am 
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Battle wounded were never quite as TV and books made them out to be, it was impossible in any format to document the whole experience, the sight, smell, feel, sound and even the taste in the back of the throat –Death, was an all-round sensory experience, something that was all the more real for Mere when she had to get down on her knees and bury herself into the still warm body of a survivor.

Of course the cracking wise of a certain Sgt Mjr, meant that the otherwise potentially horrific scene, which Mere was in equal parts revulsion, and acceptance that she was ok with it, was made a little surreal as if she was part of some 70’s battlefield sitcom.
She knew a little of their language, enough time in the field would grant you the basics, and it was more likely their party line of never surrendering, than a quip about his lineage, but Mere wasn’t going to ruin the levity of the situation, not when it would pop them right back into grisly reality.

Tourniquet tied tightly above the worst bleeder, Mere was putting a little more than required pressure on another point, hoping to illicit an answer and get some pay back for the blood that had been spilt, when Taft seemed to switch focus.
Hand still pressed to the Jaffa’s thigh pressing down hard on a gauze pad, Mere watched him stalk off towards the stockades where the others were playing musical statues.

A five count sounded in her head, Mere shuffled back from the prone Jaffa and stood upright, unclipping her weapon and bringing it into battle ready position. Pointing at their fallen quarry, Mere assessed how far he was likely to make it on the leg, and felt safe leaving him.

“Don’t move, or you will bleed to death” Her med kit was half open, and grabbing it one handed she shoved it into the ruck sack that lay a foot or so away, before swinging it up onto her shoulder, switching hands to ensure that both straps were in place before following her commanding officers steps.

Even with her short strides, it didn’t talk long to catch up to Taft’s position, due both in part to the small distance covering the stockade and the make shift medic post, and that fact that the SgtMjr was in stalking lion mode, and seemed to be keeping his distance from the point of enquiry.

“Rope them up and lead them home. Contrary to the accent I suck at Rodeo, so on your lead” Smirking Mere took stepped round to the side, hoping to get a better glance of whatever had caught Taft’s attention.

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PostPosted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 8:04 pm 
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"Come around sometime, I'll give you the roping 101 course." Taft pulled his pack off and, after checking to make sure the others were maintaining a perimeter, set about looping rope about the waists of the recovered team members. He tied it off with a knot that made the loop firm enough to stay on but the knot wouldn't allow the loop to tighten any. He then ran the rope to the next one and repeated. When it was all set up he handed the leading end of the rope to Blake. "Here you go, doc. Attend to your flock."

Taft took up the auto-shotgun again, eyed the apparently out of it guardsman, and shrugged before heading them back toward the gate. "Get the best speed out of them you can, Blake. I imagine we are working on a diminishing window of opportunity." He checked his watch, they had only about 40 minutes before their next check in, he'd let SGC know to put a fire team through the gate at about the time they should be arriving. He then gestured and set the strange train in motion, putting Frenchie up front.


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PostPosted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 8:58 pm 
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Weapon loose and free in her hands, Mere kept it ready to shoulder and shoot as she watched the Taft lasso the mentally vacant occupants of the stockade, all the while keeping her ears open for sounds of another wave of attack. She clocked the rest of the party in their positions, nodding to each as she caught their eye line, a small smile pulling at the set line of her mouth, an indicator of the relief she felt knowing they’d survived the skirmish.

Turning her attention back to the SgtMjt, Mere took the offered rope, looping it once round her hand to ensure it would slip free at the slightest tug, and pulled on it, satisfied that the knots were tight and unlikely to shift.

“Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy” Smirking as the old McCall song entered her head, Mere pulled on the rope, gently at first, relived to find that the roped individuals shuffled along, like docile cattle. “Agreed – Lets hustle”

Adjusting her pack, and ensuring that she could still fire and lead the chain gain, Mere moved on up as instructed, slowly increasing her pace and testing the speed of those that trailed behind. With any luck they could head back to the gate, call for a lift home, and get the guys to the infirmary for a decent examination, all without another shot being fired.

If Mere was a praying sort of person, she’d of offered the big man a shout out or two, but the solid metal of her firearm, and the trust in her team was all she needed.

Well, that and some goddam luck

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