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PostPosted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 7:42 pm 
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Caleb nodded his head in acknowledgement of Taft's orders, they were moving out once more. The quietness was beginning to get to him a little, his hands holding the weapon a little tighter, it was too quiet and he didn't like it. Well he didn't like a fire fight either, but he at least didn't have time to stand around and think about that, at the moment all they had was essentially time on their hands. Time to not have to react on gut instinct, to just slowly make their way towards their destination.

Part of Caleb wanted to tell them all to hurry up, maybe if they all - himself included - walked a little faster they would get there quicker. Of course he didn't say anything like that, it would only end up with him in trouble, and the fact that they might also miss someone along the way. He just hoped that there was someone left to actually help when they got there.

He would for now keep his position, keep looking around trying to make sure that it was just shadows he kept seeing at times and no some lurking enemy that wanted to do away with the team. The sooner they met up with the people they were here to fix, the better.


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 9:49 pm 
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Taft laid his forearm on the top of his shotgun (which was supported by its carry strap) and wiped off the map holder mounted in its sleeve there. Through the clear plastic window he quickly eyeballed the landmarks to find where they were exactly and then checked their destination. It took an extra second because of the vague nature of their basic information, the Tollans were experts at walking that delicate line between ally and prick elitist patronizing dickweeds so they weren't keen on even providing street maps when they were begging for help. Taft should request to be part of the next political get together between Earth and Tollana, make a few common sense suggestions just to shake things up.

"We are right on top of them, doc. As best as I can tell. Two more turns and we ought to be looking right at it."

Children. Children were at stake and if Taft had a soft spot for anything it was kids. There'd never been a child in all of history who had opted to march into a warzone. Hurting civilians was bad, hurting children was twisted and Taft had already set these attackers as targets for extreme prejudice in his head. What he saw when he came around that last corner, however, made him personally hate this new enemy. It was an open air structure, but it had been barricaded off. There were men and women, ostensibly security, doing their best to stand guard. But it was the children beyond, under the roof between the pilons, that demanded an onlooker's attention. Burns, wounds, bandages, blood. The Tollans were doing their best, but that was no hospital.

Taft raised his hand as he came into view, his weapon's barrel pointed down and to the side. "Sgt. Major Taft, of the Taurie Stargate Command. We're the requested aid, for the kids."


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 7:11 pm 
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Tahirah also turned her weapon aside, keeping her face as peaceable as she could. It was not easy, laid out before her was wreckage of a cowardly act. Every civilized race had war accords, things that you did not do. Even those only interested in expanding their empires knew you did not extend the destruction to the children. Having land means nothing without the populace to work it. This was an act of attempted genocide. As such, no quarter was given. They should expect none in return.

Gently lowering her crate to the ground, Tahirah took a moment to rest her arm while she awaited instruction.


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 10:43 pm 
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The walking seemed to go for a long time, it was nothing but ruins after ruins that he kept seeing, well it was damaged not in complete bits or anything like that. It was just so very obviously empty, that even without the odd smoke twirling out of an open window or a door seemingly hanging on by god knows what, that you could tell the place was deserted.

Again Caleb felt the shiver go up his spine, it was that shiver that told you death was in the air, it was a feeling he had never gotten use to in all his time serving and he'd served for a good few years now. He liked to think that if he ever got use to that feeling in his stomach then he was to hang up his uniform because he wouldn't be able to do his job properly. People often thought that military folks were all emotionless people that didn't care about people, so long as they got to shoot something, which wasn't actually true.

At least not in the people he had met anyway, in fact the people he had served with had more compassion than a non-serving member, is what he had found. But that was just his own personnel opinion and not something that he often brought out in conversation, it was often frowned upon by the higher ranks to call themselves compassionate.

Caleb followed on at the normal pace and came to a stop when Taft told them to, he didn't bring his own weapon up any further, just lowered it very slightly. He wanted to still be able to protect the back of them, just in case anything happened but he also didn't want to come across as threatening.

The last thing he wanted was for the Tollan's to see them as threatening and not want any aid from them, he felt his breath catch as Taft called out to the sentry's very clearly on duty. He got why the Sergeant Major did that, but also Caleb couldn't help worry that it wouldn't just be the Tollan's that heard that call.

Also he spotted the kids as well, his heart went out to them, he might not be a father nor ever want to be one at the moment, but well he got along with kids just great. Maybe it was just his personality or the fact he was a big kid himself at times, but he could see from the state the majority of them were in some of them were hurt pretty badly. He wanted to go over and help straight away, screw the folks keeping watch, there was kids at stake, the future of the race that lived on this planet, he knew what that would mean to them.


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PostPosted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 12:20 am 
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Claire was lost in her thoughts as they walked, acknowledging Taft with merely a nod. She had a few minutes, if she was lucky, to put Kaino's death behind her. Normally, it wouldn't be an issue, but he hadn't died as a result of his injuries, even though, ultimately, it would have been the case. He had died at the hand of Taft, on his own request. While she could understand why, and even sympathise, she was finding it harder to process the fact that he had asked her, first and foremost, to do it.

It seemed all too soon that they had arrived at the cordoned off area, and Claire's mouth dropped in horror. No walls to speak of, no roof, no basic sanitation. Just somewhere that the injured - man or woman, boy or girl - had been deposited, almost as though they were expected to take care of themselves.

It was as though a switch had been flicked in Claire's mind, and she became all business. Crate in her hands, she stepped up so that she was stood a step or two behind Taft, slightly to his right. Her expression was serious, but laced with the utmost in compassion. "I'm a doctor," she said, giving a tiny, reassuring smile to the two men who were nominally guarding the gate. "A surgeon. We're here to help. Can we come in?" Getting into the compound would be the first step, then assessing the patients and getting them to somewhere a little more conducive to treatment.

The guards were stony faced, but only for a moment. A rock face crumbling as their facades tumbled down, and the taller of the guards nodded to Taft. "Our own medics are either dead or injured, and our main medical facility has been destroyed. We are doing what we can, but it is not enough. You may enter." The excuse for a gate was opened wide, and the guards stepped aside, beckoning the team in.

The space ahead was loosely organised into approximately fifteen rows of eight cots, most of them full. Heart-rending moans filled the air, voices calling for their mothers or their fathers or the Ancients. The sharp, metallic scent of blood carried on the breeze, overlaid with the sweet, putrid stench of dead bodies left out to decay.

Tollana had become a place of death.


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Her arms ached, her back ached, but still Mere marched onwards with the crate. She’d learnt through hours of conditioning to ignore the general aches and pains that came with her choice of vocation. The ache in her mind, the one that would layer another slither of scar tissue atop the memories of other deaths, that one was the hardest to ignore.

Halting as they reached the camp, Mere lowered her crate sufficiently for the guards to get a clear look at her face – She wanted them to recognise friends, and in her experience an unobstructed face and eye contact could convey a million words.

Moving up on Claire’s rear, Mere took in the sights and sounds of the battlefield makeshift hospital, and tried to stay objective. The sight of broken bodies was all around them, and worse still they were children, and Mere would have had to be made of stone to not feel something pull inside her.

She didn’t want kids, she was too young, and too selfish in chasing her own desires to even contemplate them, but seeing them strewn around, in pain, and helpless in the act of war that had been forced on top of them, Mere could fell her heartstrings pull.

Once Claire and the SgtMjr had secured entry, Mere moved up on the tail of the Dr, setting her crate down near a pair of cots that were unclaimed. “Doc, you ok with me starting a triage? Or do you want to designate some zones first?”

It was dusty, and dirty, but battlefield aid stations so often were. All that could often be done is categorise the injured based on their injuries, divide up the space to ensure that people were placed where the relevant assistance could be given, and then hope you had enough hands, equipment and luck on your side to save as many as you could.

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 1:05 am 
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As soon as their strong exterior facade broke Taft took command of them. "Find me the highest ranked person here that's not a trained medical provider. Go, now." He pointed to one of the two, then pointed to the other one. "You're gonna take my medical people in there and you are going to get them whatever and whomever they tell you to get. Doc, Medic, go do your thing. You've got this one as a gopher to help you get things organized while you work."

Taft turned to Tahirah and Williams. "Walk the perimeter in opposite directions, eyeball the problems and put their people straight. This won't be a fortress but we can't move this many people as we are. When the fire team comes through the gate and checks in I'll pull them. Firepower is the only solution we've got right now, until I can requisition some barriers and heavy emplacements." He turned to walk toward the center of that mess of a tactical position while making his own assessment of things. If anything like a determined attack came they were going to lose civilians, there just weren't enough trained and disciplined shooters on location to contain an incursion.


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PostPosted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 5:37 pm 
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Tahirah thankfully handed her crate off to the gopher. While she had carried it without protest, she much preferred to have her hands free. Well, not free so much as free to hold weapons. Taft had it right, this makeshift shelter was not set up defensively. Even from here she could see a cluster of defenders, their backs to the perimeter, watching the newly arrived. Catching Caleb's eye, Tahirah indicated which direction she would take, and walked over to the cluster.

They were four in total, though two of them were barely old enough to have reached warrior status. That was part of the flaw in her thinking. As she drew closer and saw the way they held their weapons, it became obvious that most of them had minimal training. Immediately, she softened her attitude. She couldn't rightly expect children to react like warriors, they had not had her upbringing. I believe, She addressed the group calmly, a slight smile in her lips. That you will find the enemy is out there, not in here. One of the child-soldiers had the grace to look sheepish, while the other three just gawked. My commander has asked I work with you to establish a defensible perimeter. If I may offer suggestions?

At their quick nods, she spent the next several minutes showing them possible attack vectors and what cover could be had. Spreading them apart but within view of each other, she made sure they checked on those within their line of sight at regular intervals. Having done all she could, she continued down the line, taking one of the child-soldiers with her as a quasi-guide. Others would take her suggestions better of she had some semblance of authority.

As they walked, she glanced over at the young man. My Name is Tahirah of Hekuptah, and yours?

"Jarris, Ma'am."

Jarris, what can you tell me about this enemy?


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PostPosted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 10:47 pm 
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"Yes sir," Caleb said, he added a quick nod to Taft, formal but not formal enough to give a salute. He briefly looked for Claire, but saw that she was already immersing herself in what she had to do, he wanted to go over and ask if she was okay, but he didn't. He had to trust that she was going to be fine and that when they got back home, and were safe he could tell her everything that had happened.

Catching Tahirah looking at him, he nodded as she gestured she was going one way, he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the opposite direction to say he was going the other way. He kind of hoped that now they had split up, that the place was protected in a circle because that would make their jobs a hell of a lot easier. Also would mean meeting up in the middle on the other side and they'd both know what was happening around the edge.

Making sure that he still had his hand on his weapon, he turned to leave the immediate area, he felt like there was eyes watching him as he left. He knew the Tollan's were not very forth coming when it came to sharing things with people, but they had been asked to come here to help and well, that was what he was going to offer them as much help as he could actually muster. Even if that ended up being a plaster over a scratch, then he would help.

Caleb walked a little way, away from the main group, walking around the edge, picking up things that would be in the way if there needed to be a quick getaway. Hell he had even helped a few of the older ones to lift up some heavy boxes to make the barricade safer. All the time he was looking at the weapons they were carrying, studying them without being able to touch them, it was like taking a starving man to a restaurant and telling him he couldn't eat.

It was awful to look at the weapons, know they were only a hand stretch away, but he didn't want to take them without asking. He also didn't want to ask any of them to take a look, he wanted to be offered one to look at, that was a sign of respect right, getting something offered to you.

He was lost in his own thoughts when he felt someone tug at his sleeve, he looked to his left to see a kid no older than what he could imagine was 9 or 10 years old. He felt his stomach give a painful twist again, as he realised that it had been kids that had been left here and that needed their help and had fought against whatever enemy they were currently up against.

Pushing all that to the back of his mind, he put on his most comforting smile, he could see there was bits of dried blood on the kid, probably from something earlier. But there was also one other thing he spotted about the kid, the kid was carrying and although the smile didn't slip he felt his blood run cold at that.

"Can you help?" The child asked, quietly, tugging at Caleb's sleeve once more, and pointing a little further away where a group of them were waiting. Waiting for what Caleb didn't know, and after looking back to realise he could only just make out the backs of the rest of his team mates (Taft did tell him to walk around the edge, so it was expected of him to leave line of sight right?) he knew he was about to find out what they were waiting for.

"Course I can, lead the way."

The kid smiled at him, and lead him over the bunch of people waiting there, all talking hurriedly and quietly together. He really hoped they didn't want him to do some kind of miracle, like patch a massive hole together using whatever he had on him, in the fencing surrounding the place. Because although he was sure he could do it, he really didn't want to have to do it.


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Claire's expression was taut and serious, the stench of death lodging in her throat. Despite her profession, she had never gotten used to death and dying, and felt the loss of each patient deeply. Of course, it was all a part of what she did, but it didn't make it any easier. Fortunately, she had lost very few patients, and perhaps, in a way, that was making this all the harder for her.

"Thank you," she said, as the guards let them pass, and she took a deep breath, ready to face the carnage. A quick glance around at Caleb, a tiny smile, and she was unsure whether he caught it. She knew what his job entailed, knew from Taft's command that he would be in the firing line before anyone else, with the exception of Tahirah, but, despite the fact that her heart was in her throat, he wasn't the one she needed to worry about now. Caleb could take care of himself, and, she knew, would do his damnedest to take care of the kids and of her, too.

Having scanned the children, Claire brought her attention back to Blake. "Triage, I think," she said, her voice more decisive than her words. Zones weren't going to work. Everyone was so higgledy-piggledy, it might cause more problems than not if they started moving people around. She glanced around for the third crate, the one that Tahirah had been hefting, and headed across to retrieve it. Lifting it, she gave it a tentative shake, and was perturbed to hear a faint tinkling. She could only hope that it was nothing serious that had broken.

"Why don't we take a row each, do a lightning triage," she said, pointing to the first row. "You take those ones, I'll take the next row." Some of these kids were far too quiet for Claire's liking, and she was already prioritising them in her mind. Experience and instinct told her which ones could be solely attended to by Meredith, which ones could be solely tended to by herself, and which ones would need both of them.


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