Cairo Training Day

"Cairo Training Day"

Who: Patrick, Tanner, Alistair, Pete, Young, Johns, Sgt. Hardly and various deadly Target Dummies
When: April 1915

What: The boys get a bit of field training, the some blood gets spilled before they even leave Cairo.

Mena Camp - Training Area

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Coordinates : 0 0

This is an area set off from the main grouping of tents, deep in the sandy desert. Here, soldiers are put through harsh marches and combat training five or six days a week, regardless of searing daytime heat or the night's freezing cold. Among the things set up here to make soldiers out of these men are a firing range, a mock dressing station for field exercises, a grueling desert-based obstacle course, and — perhaps more for kicks than anything else — a boxing ring.

It is currently dusk.

Sub-Rooms :

Contents
Tanner
Alistair
Pete
Hardly
Patrick

West to Rifle Range <W> East to Barracks Entrance <E>
North to Sleeping Tents <N>

Hardly checks his pocket watch and finds a bit of mud on its face. With a look of displeasement, the man wipes his watch against his uniform to clean his watch. Now pleased that his timepeice is clean, he notices the time and walks away from the NCO tent. He looks about the muster yard at the troops that have formed loosely in groups. He clears his throat once, "I was supposed to be training some fresh recruits today. Are you them?"

Patrick grins a bit as he lounges outside one of the sleeping tents. He leans on his enfield, glancing as the Sergeant musters some of the men for training. He glances at some of the younger men, "Off you go lads, go see the good sergeant for some training then, take all that you can I advise you."

Tanner forms up with the others. Loosely. He still doesn't have much of a 'soldiery' look to his stance. He was chatting with the bloke next to him, though he shuts it when Hardly starts talking and tries to straighten his posture. He shifts his eyes around at the other men. Unsure if he's supposed to answer that question or not. He finally manages a tentative, "Umm…aye, Sergeant. I do believe so."

Alistair stiffens up and snaps to attention when the sergeant strolls over and addresses them. He wasn't really chatting or conversing with anyone, so it's not a terrible amount of trouble for him to suddenly snap to. The young soldier is obviously a fresh recruit only recently shipped in. His uniform is crisp, clean and recently pressed. There isn't even so much a scuff on his new looking boots. There is a moment as he stands silently before he finally chokes out a pathetic, "Aye sir!"

Pete looks over lazily as he sees the NCO walk up. After sizing him up for a second, he snaps to attention. "Aye Sergeant!" His top button to his uniform is open, to let the cool down from under the hot Egyptian sun.

Sgt Hardly squints behind his glasses at the troops assembled before him, "Alright." he murmers. His hand reachs into his pocket to fetch something. A look of disappointment washes his face as he realises that he left his training roster back at his tent. He pats down a few of his other pockets hoping that it might be located in one of them, but no luck. The NCO lets a sigh and mutters a complaint about the damn heat under his breath. "Alright, who do we have here?" As he waits for the soldiers to identify themselves he reaches into his pocket again to pull out a rag which he applies to his forhead to wipe away beads of sweat that are begining to form.

Pete buttons his top button and steps forward. He salutes, "Private Pete Stein Sergeant." He re-adjusts his rifle as he steps back into formation. He frowns as a bit of wind picks up and his face is splattered with sand. He retrieves a hanky from his pocket and wipes his face. Muttering under his breath, he places the hanky back in his pocket.

Pete has disconnected.

Alistair raises his head and tenses up for a split second, as though forgetting his own name. Beads of sweat begin to form on his brow, a combination of both the heat and apparent nervousness. "Private Lydgate, Sergeant. Alistair Lydgate." His hands are balled into tight fists. White knuckles face outward while he digs the side of his tumb into the seams of his trousers.

"Tanner, Sergeant," the young ginger-haired man pipes up, for his part. "Private William Tanner. Stretcher-bearer and medic is what they plucked me for."

Patrick lets out a bit of a sigh. Not one to be left out, he steps over towards the group, standing at the end of the line. When it is his turn to sound off, he responds curtly. "Private Timmothy Patrick, Sergeant." he says, evidently the oldest of the group by the looks of things, and with the smartness of his appearance, has had some sort of army training in the past.

"Tanner, Sergeant!" the ginger-haired medic pipes up, for his part. "Private William Tanner. Medic and stretcher-bearer is what I was plucked for."

Pete has connected.

Sgt. Hardly nods to each troops as they introduce themselves. "Very well." he mutters. He wipes his brow one more time with his rage before shoving it back into his pocket. "The Lieutenant wanted us to do some training today. He orginized for us head to one of the training areas to the south in preperation for our Turkey invasion." The portly NCO reaches into his pocket to check his watch, "The truck should be here any minute. So at ease till then ok?"

Patrick offers a shrug in response to the Sergeant. It seems that is the cue to smoke, and the older man does so. He takes a pipe from his pocket, stuffing in a pinch of tobacco and lighting it with a match, taking a few puffs as he regards his fellows for a moment, idly puffing little plumes of grey smoke.

Pete nods to the Sergeant and moves over to a rock and sits down. He pulls out his canteen for a drink, wheting his dry, parched throat. He puts the cap back on when he finishes, and pulls out a cigarette. After lighting up, he takes a few puffs and looks around at the others.

Alistair offer's a curt, "Aye Sir!" before relaxing slightly. Only slightly though, as it takes a few moments for the green recruit to relax his fists. Pvt. Lydgate exhales gently and dabs at the sweat beading upon his brow. He glances around and strides over to Tanner, "Medic, huh? Me too." Alistair's voice comes out meekly.

Tanner eases, though he just stands about, for his part. A friendly nod is offered to Alistair, who he's ended up standing not far from. There's a grin on his face he can't quite contain. As if he was readying for some grand adventure rather than what'll likely be a drudging trek through sand. "Are you now?" Tanner's own voice is hearty enough. He extends a hand to Alistair. "Aye. Name's Bill Tanner, like I said. The recruiter seemed to think I'd have a talent for bandaging and the like. I did a bit of that sort of thing back home."

Patrick glances at the two stretcher-bearers, nodding. "Hopefully we shant be needin yer services." he grins, touching his nose with a fingertip. "Hope you have a strong back and a strong stomach. Stretcher carrying is awfully straining."

Young has arrived.
Young arrives from the North to Sleeping Tents.

An old disel engine truck drives slowly between the tents till it arrives at the muster yard. Sgt Hardly, "This looks like our truck. Everyone on board." The overweight NCO walks to the back of the truck and pulls himself into the bed with a little bit of effort. While accomplish this task he manages to drop his rifle to the ground and outside of the truck. With a frown at his own misforture he looks towards the next troop looking ready to board the truck, "Can you fetch that for me."

Young gets to training slightly late, having gotten roped in to repair some unfortunate soldiers after some camp mishap. He tosses his cigarette into the sand, stepping on it as he gets closer to the group. The doctor has his medical bag with him, no doubt here as much for his own training as he is just in case someone loses a limb.

Alistair nods at Tanner. "Oh yeah? Were are you from?" The words scarcely leave his lips before the old looking truck drives up from between the tents. Alistair's face droops slightly, almost as if he had expected the truck not to arrive at all. He adjusts the rifle on his shoulder and promptly jogs over to the truck. Alistair kneels down to grab the sergeant's rifle and holds it up as he grips the edge of the truck to pull himself in. "Here you are, Sir."

Patrick moves forward to board the truck. He adjusts his rifle to sit further up on his shoulder as he reaches for a handhold, hoisting himself up into the bed of the truck, his hobnails thudding noisily on the wooden floor as he finds a seat, adjusting his hat to keep the sun off his neck.

Tanner nods readily to Patrick as he piles onto the truck. "Aye, I figure I can handle the work. And I seen blood before. Not much from men, but there were plenty of grisly jobs back on the farm." He explains to Alistair before the man goes off, "My folks have a plot of land in Queensland, on the Darling Downs. That's where I learned a bit of healing. Not so much on people, like I said, but I'd take care of the animals if they got sick or the like. Had a touch for it, my mum said. Y'know, you'd be surprised how like the inside of a pig is to the inside of a man." Such veterinary observations are no doubt comforting to the men he might be working on one day.

Sgt Hardly takes the weapon from Alistair and slings it over his shoulder, "Thank you." The Sergeant then does a quick head count and notices he is now up one more from when he started. Well at least he isn't missing anyone. He slaps the back of the trucks window and signals the drive to start moving. Shouting over the engine, "We'll be doing a simple march onto an enemy position and engage all enemy targets along the way. These will be replacated as training dummies." He hands a map to Pvt Alistair, "You'll be my point man. The target house is right here." He says pointing to a small urban cluster of buildings. "We'll be down here to the south east in these wheat fields."

«Game» The enemy is near… Arras WW2 is now a war zone!

Wheatfield

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Coordinates : 4 12

Like a golden sea, the wheatfield stretches out with forest in the distance, or far off farm houses. The land is flat and open and anyone moving through it is easily spotted. Here and there some weed has conquered an area, mostly thistles which adds splashes of green amidst all the yellow.

It is currently daytime.

Sub-Rooms :
===============================< In Your Location >===========================
TripleE (#16157) Hardly I.
TripleE (#16152) Alistair I.
TripleE (#16131) Tanner I.
TripleE (#16135) Patrick I. Lee Enfield SMLE
TripleE (#16137) Young I.

Room Modifiers :

Elevation : 1 Cover : 80%
Stealth : 100% Inf.Move : 100%

West <W> East <E>
South <S> North <N>

«Game» Tanner wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Alistair wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Young wields his Webley Mk VI!

Patrick waits for the truck to come to a halt. Keeping his rifle close, he slides off the back, grunting as the weight of his kit tugs on his frame. He unslings his rifle after a moment, stepping away from the truck to make room as he looks for the scout.

Trucks, dummies, shooting things. Young has a pistol in holster rather than a rifle, which he removes for formality's sake but keeps aimed at the ground. Shifting the heavy strap of his medical bag on his shoulder, he stays near the back of the formation.

«Game» Tanner unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Game» Tanner wields his Webley Mk VI!

Alistair 's face goes white when the Sergeant hands him the map. Temporary terror grips the green private and he hesitates before taking the map. "A-Aye, Sir!" It's not that he's an unintelligent individual, quite the contrary actually. But he is a nervous and inexperienced youth, being put on the spot simply unnerves him to the core. Thankfully it's just a training exercise, however, and Alistair struggles to build up some courage. As the truck comes to a halt Pvt. Lydgate is one of the first ones out. Seeing as theres already another medic and a doctor, he goes for his rifle instead and immediately takes a knee. He takes a moment, squinting at the map trying to figure out just exactly where they are.

Tanner just sits in the truck, still chatting casually enough about the farm back home as it drives along. "…oh, there's good money to be had in sheep. Make no mistake. We raised up some beef cattle, too, but they're harder to care for, and make a bigger mess on top of it. Sheep, that's the thing." Though he tries to look more serious as they unload, and shuts up about farming. He piles of the truck not far behind Alistair, squinting up at the sun and terrain. Apparently trying to use them as some sort of location marker. Or he's just gawking.

Hardly climbs out from the back of the truck. The NCO still has his weapon slung over his shoulder. "Private Lydgate is point man. He'll lead us forward on our training. Orders are to shoot everything on site and take control of the town." Other then this, the NCO gives no further direction or guidance. He leans against the back of the truck reaching for his rag to wipe his forhead once again. Troops learn best when they have to do it on their own with out help.%r

«Game» Johns wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Patrick nods to Hardly, looking back to Alistair. "So where too then lad?" he inquires as he checks his rifle, making sure it is loaded and the bayonet is fixed as he glances about the field.

Johns is anxiously looking about.

Johns double checks his rifle and gear for the umpteenth.

Tanner looks up at Hardly somewhat quizzically. "Everything, Sergeant? I mean…everyone? What if we run across…I dunno. Women and the like who ain't soldiers?" Not that the NCO seems to have opened the floor for questions, but it doesn't occur to him not to ask.

Alistair is silent a moment longer, looking at the map and then squinting at the flat land around him. He traces the road for a moment and looks in the direction that the truck came from . Private Lydgate bites his bottom lip for a moment before pointing North. "This way." He does his best impression of sounding confident, but he's not entirely sure of himself. Alistair folds up the map and casually slides it inside of his blouse. With a firm grip on his rifle he begins marching forward, he glances back nervously to see if they're actually following him.

Young can't help a slight grin at Alistair as the medic consults the map. It's brief. He raises an eyebrow at the expanse of sand around them and then looks back at the ones with the map, starting forward when the group moves in front of him.

Patrick nods to Alistair, "Alright then lads, North it is." he intones, hoping to calm the youngsters as he readies his rifle, trudging off northward into the fields, keeping his body bent at the waist, trying to keep a low profile.

«Game» Patrick changes his style to Stealth!
«Ground Combat» Patrick moves North <N>.
«Ground Combat» Alistair moves North <N>.
«Game» Johns changes his style to Stealth!

Hardly nods and moves north with the rest of the other soliders, "Dont worry about women. THis town is training only."

«Ground Combat» Johns moves North <N>.
«Ground Combat» Hardly moves North <N>.
«Ground Combat» Young moves North <N>.
«Ground Combat» Tanner moves North <N>.
«Game» Alistair changes his style to Stealth!

Johns follows the others maintaining his interval as he creeps along all bent over.

Patrick moves through the short grass. He glances to Alistair as he trudges along, "Keep goin north then?"

Tanner nods and mutters, "Ah, aye, Sergeant. Aye" as he moves forward. He slips his pistol out of his holster. Seeming almost to have forgotten to do so until he sees the other men with their weapons out. He tries to move as quietly as he can, but the farm boy has a tendency to tromp.

«Game» Tanner changes his style to Stealth!

Hardly follows behind Alistair. The Sgt makes no effort to moves quietly or in any sort of combat stance. He appears to be observing more then leading at the moment. His gaze wonders along the horizine as he follows along within the herd.

«Game» Young changes his style to Stealth!

"Aye." Alistair confirms, lowering his posture and slowing his pace. "Keep north, keep low. Confidence seems to build up and the young soldier gestures for them to keep following.

Johns whisper to Patrick, "What is our mission, do you know?"

Patrick nods to that. He waves for the others, "Keep moving then lads, we're going to take that town."

«Ground Combat» Patrick moves North <N>.

Hardly points northward, "There is a target. Open fire men."

«Ground Combat» You are now peeking into Pastures.

From Pastures, a male voice shouts, "Enemy!".

«Game» Hardly wields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Tanner asks more questions of Hardly. He has a wide-eyed, curious sort of way about him, still in grand-boyhood-adventure mode with this whole affair. "So we just walk right in, Sergeant? Won't they shoot us as we're coming." But he sees the dummy, so has no time to waste waiting for an answer.

Johns gets into a firing position.

«Ground Combat» Patrick moves to engage Target Dummy in close quarters combat, and succeeds!

Hardly unslings his rifle and points it northward. He uses a standing shooting stance that would be common on any rifle range. He draws a beed on the target and pulls his trigger. "OPen fire men."

«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

«Ground Combat» Hardly fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 6 wound damage to its left chest.

Johns raises his rifle to fire until he sees that Patrick has engaged the enemy. Nevertheless he keeps him in his sights.

«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Johns jumps as the other guns boom around him so he opens fire too hoping he misses Patrick.

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Young stares a bit as Patrick goes charging onto the sand dune with the dummy. "Fucking hell." He takes the safety off his pistol, commencing fire from the back of the line.

«Game» Hardly assists Alistair!

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

Tanner pews off a poorly-aimed shot. With a gun that's made for close combat anyway. The recoil knocks him back a pace. He blinks at the weapon, surprised by the kick of it. "Bloody hell…" He can probably count on one hand th amount of times he's fired a gun.

Hardly manages to hit the target dead in the chest. He them moves beside Alistair and points the target out to the new troops, "Right up there. Take aim, steady trigger pulls, and you'll hit him."

Alistair dives to the ground and fiddles with his weapon as the others shoot. "God bloody damn -" He wrestles with his weapon, getting it stuck on his arm. It takes him a few full seconds for him to get the weapon to bear to fire.

«Game» Hardly assists Alistair!
«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Johns works the bolt and prepares to fire again.

«Game» Tanner changes his style to Sprint!
«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 2 wound damage to its left leg.

«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Hardly continues to coach Alistair, "Keep shooting. The more fire you put at the enemy, the faster they will give up and retreat."

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Pastures (4 13)!

Young is also not having much luck, but then again he's firing a handgun. The noise does more work than the actual bullet, adding to the roar of thing.

«Game» Hardly assists Alistair!

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 3 wound damage to its right hand.

Johns fires and misses.

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 6 wound damage to its right arm.

Tanner is steadier on this feet the next time his fires, though his aim doesn't improve. But he nods readily enough to Hardly, shooting his pistol away.

«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Johns takes a bit more time bringing his training to bear…hold your breath..steady..squeeze..

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 3 wound damage to its right chest.

Patrick hears the shots flying past him and takes a knee, wouldn't do to get shot from behind like this! He sights in on the dummy and fires, working the bolt rapidly, pumping rounds at the swaying dummy.

Young smirks as Alistair hits the thing, calling over, "There you go, mate. Just keep it up like that!"

Johns holds his fire figuring the dummy has to be dead.

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Alistair lets out a choked, "Aye sir!" He squeezes off a second round and misses. Lydgate curses again and takes a slow breath and attempts to fire again. The target is standing still, for bloody hell's sake! Whatever confidence he started to build up is rapidly slipping away. Then, suddenly, he fires for a third time and strikes the dummy in the chest. He lets out a wallop and cheering cry. "I did it!"

Hardly pats Alistair on the back, "Good shooting mate. That was a kill shot." He then squints behind his glasses as he looks to the north to watch how the target gets blown to shreds by all the small arms fire.

«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

Tanner grins broadly at Alistair. "Good show, mate! Marks like that'll show the Huns!" Or whoever they end up fighting. His own luck with his pistol continues to be poor, but he's trying enthusiastically enough. In an 'A for Effort' sort of way.

«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 4 wound damage to its left leg.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Pastures (4 13)!

Hardly shouts, "CEASE FIRE".

Alistair follows up with another "Cease Fire!" for affect, as is customary incase anyone missed it the first time.

«Ground Combat» Young reloads his Webley Mk VI!
«Ground Combat» Tanner reloads his Webley Mk VI!

Johns takes this moment to reload a full clip.

«Ground Combat» Alistair reloads his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Ground Combat» Johns reloads his Lee Enfield SMLE!
«Ground Combat» Patrick attempts to disengage from close quarters combat with Target Dummy, and succeeds!.

Hardly raises off his knee and shouts "Cease Fire." he looks around pleased at the performance of the troops. "Good shooting men." The soldier reslings his rifle now that the engagement is over. "Everyone on the point man."

Young lowers the pistol as the ceasefire call comes. Crouching down a bit more he ejects his spent clip and slides another in, locking it with a click.

Tanner stops shooting as commanded, following the lead of the others around him and taking a moment to reload his pistol.

Patrick hears the order and stops firing. He glances over his shoulder to where the others are at, taking a few clips from his webbed gear and reloads.

«Ground Combat» Patrick reloads his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Johns turns as directed and eyes the point man ready to move out.

Alistair squeezes a fresh clip into his weapon and he scrambles to his feet. His posture is still low and he gestures behind me. "North, and then the target should be to the west. Let's move up!"

Johns nods and starts forward keeping his eyes peeled.

«Ground Combat» Johns moves North <N>.

Hardly shouts, "CONTACT WEST".

Dummy has arrived.
Dummy arrives from the North.

Dummy has left.
Dummy heads off West.

Alistair shouts, "Down!" He's barely back on his feet before he dives down again

Hardly spots an enemy position to the west and points in that direction. "Open fire mates!" The soldier takes a knee in the dirt and takes the time to unsling his rifle and aim to the west.

Patrick nods to Johns. He hears the call, glancing to his fellow, "C'mon, let's get them from the north then, flank'em." he says as he trudges off westward.

«Ground Combat» Hardly fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Johns nods "ok"

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 1 wound damage to its right hand.

«Ground Combat» Patrick moves West <W>.

Young shifts position, facing west now. Sand crunches under his knee and he grumbling as a shot cracks off right near his ear, muttering something that would offend most good Christians.

Tanner whips his head around to the west muttering, "Eh?" as he does so. Then he sees the other dummy. "Oh!" He turns his pistol to fire ineffectually upon it.

«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

Alistair continues to shout, "Keep firing!" He had been recommended as a good candidate to be a medic, but seems he's warmed up to the idea of being a pointman. Granted, the life expectancy is about just as short. He fires again.

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 1 wound damage to its left arm.

«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

Tanner was recommended as a good candidate for a medic, and it appears that's where he should stay.

Young didn't sign up to be the one shooting things either, and it's just as well.

«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

Hardly looks between the enlisted men at the location. He almost points his rifle at Young when he talks to them, but quickly remembers that it is a loaded weapon and points it to the ground. "Your in charge up here. Take the guys to the west and move into the town. I'll link up with the others and meet you there." Without giving Young a chance to ask questions, Hardly starts walking to the north.

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Kraut Dummy and hits!
Kraut Dummy suffers 7 wound damage to his left chest.

«Ground Combat» Kraut Dummy has been mortally wounded!
«Ground Combat» Hardly moves North <N>.

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 3 wound damage to its right leg.

"Bloody fine shot!" Alistair says coming back to the crouch. He looks towards young, "We moving west, sir?" The young soldier doesn't even question and edges forward, taking point again.

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 8 wound damage to its left leg.

Young eyes the sound of fire coming from the north. "Aye sir," he tells Hardly, which probably comes long after the man's gone. He calls to the others in position. "Lay some more fire, that thing's still standing."

Tanner edges forward as well though, at Young's words, he fires another shot at the dummy.

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Kraut Dummy and hits!
Kraut Dummy suffers 5 wound damage to his right hand.

«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!
«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

«AngelOfDeath» Kraut Dummy breathes his last…

Young holds up a hand to signal a ceasefire, peering westward. "Hah, it's got a leg off. Alright, let's move!"

Tanner chuckles at that, heading up.

«Ground Combat» Patrick fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 5 wound damage to its abdomen.

«Ground Combat» Tanner moves West <W>.

«Game» Tanner changes his style to Standard!

«Ground Combat» You notice Young arrive at Pastures.
«Ground Combat» You notice Alistair arrive at Pastures.

Tanner advances westward, to confront the target dummy. He runs along swiftly enough, straight into the thick of it. Fortunately, the dummy doesn't shoot at him.

«Ground Combat» Tanner fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 4 wound damage to its right arm.

«Ground Combat» Young fires his Webley Mk VI at Target Dummy but misses!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Pistols from Pastures (3 13)!

From Urban, a male voice shouts, "Medic!".

Tanner pauses to a complete stop in place after his next shot, blinking at his pistol. As if surprised it managed to hit anything. "This is a bit easier up closer," he observes. His head whips around at the sound of the shout.

«Ground Combat» You are now peeking into Urban.

"Fuck's sake." Young mutters at the cry. He twists around, trying to discern where it came from. "Where are they?"

Tanner shouts, "ON ME WAY!".

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 1 wound damage to its left leg.

Tanner says, "To the north, looks like. Something got the Sergeant."

"The north!" He points, "Tanner I'll cover you!"

Young nods to Tanner. "Go."

Hardly wonders in from the east clutching his leg. His uniform is torn around his right leg and there appears to be a rather sightly wound. The man drops down to his butt and extends his leg with a bit of pain. He clenchs his teeth as he loosk down at the injury and waits for the medic.

Johns takes a second shot at the dummy.

Tanner holsters his gun and sets his stance into a sprinter's pose, he bolts northward.

«Game» Tanner changes his style to Sprint!

Patrick grins as he sees the Sergeant go down, "He's right here, let's cover him." he says as he moves over to the downed man, waiting for the medic.

«Ground Combat» Patrick reloads his Lee Enfield SMLE!

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 3 wound damage to its left arm.

Johns crawls over to Hardly and takes up a firing position.

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Tanner still rather tromps, so his bolting isn't at leopard-speed.

«Game» Young assists Tanner!

«Ground Combat» Tanner moves North <N>.

Tanner comes jogging up from the south, fumbling his pistol back into his holster, then fumbling his medical supplies within easy reach as he runs.

«Medic Code» You look over Hardly.

First aid possible on locations right leg.
Medicine possible on locations right leg.

Johns works the bolt as quick as he can and keeps up surpressing fire to cover the wounded man and the medic.

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!
«Game» Patrick changes his style to TakeCover!
«Game» Patrick assists Tanner!

«Ground Combat» Alistair fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!

Hardly continues to grit his teeth in pain has both his hands clutch is large thigh. "Medic!" he screams out again. The pain is almost unbearable for the man to deal with. As he spots Tanner in the distance, he suddenly was glad to have all the medic he had with him today.

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 8 wound damage to its right hand.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Urban (3 14)!

«Medic Code» Tanner successfully performs first aid on Hardly!

Johns glances back at the wounded man and then quickly goes back to keeping up a rate of fire.

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy and hits!
Target Dummy suffers 6 wound damage to its left leg.

Patrick stays with Hardy, "Easy does it." he mutters, keeping his rifle up as he waits for the medic to come closer, offering what assistance he can.

Tanner practically skids to a stop as he reaches Hardly, kneeling down to tend to the sergeant's right leg. He tears the fabric back to get a better look at what happened, then gets to bandaging it ably enough. "What happened?" he asks, a little white-faced. More at the prospect of someone actually being wounded than the wound itself, it seems. "I thought these things couldn't shoot back."

«Ground Combat» Johns fires his Lee Enfield SMLE at Target Dummy but misses!
«Game» Patrick assists Tanner!

Johns has left.

Hardly says through his teeth, "Something just hit me…it hurts and burns bad…. did I get shot?" The man looks to be a bit white in the face as he continues to sit and look down at his leg. No doubt he doesn't look far from fainting.

Young comes heading over the dunes with Alistair, sliding his pistol back into its holster. "South's clear. The hell happened up here?" The doctor is, naturally, far less concerned with shooting dummies than he is with someone with a bullet in the leg.

Tanner cleans up the wounded area as best he can, peering down at it. "Don't look like you were shot straight on, Sergeant. Something just pinged off you. I think it was a ricochet. Maybe off one of them dummys, or one of the buildings."

Alistair jogs over with Young, stopping next to Tanner to assist. "Shit. Is it serious, Tan?" Alistair hasn't known the man for more than twenty minutes and he's already resorted to shortening his name.

Hardly's eyes begin to roll in the back of his head at the first sign that he is about to pass out. He swallows once and begins saying, "ummmm alright…" then he slips back and passes out from the sight of the blood.

Young snorts quietly. "He'll live. Tanner, finish wrapping him up. Two of you get a stretcher ready and let's get him back."

Patrick frowns as Hardly slips off. "I think he needs a hospital." he says rather matter-o-factly, glancing towards the Doctor.

Alistair rubs his chin. "It's a nasty wound alright, but he'll live. You got this, Tan?"

Tanner nods to Young, his own nervousness ebbing at the doctor's apparent lack of grave concern. He finishes the wrap job on Hardly's leg, then looks up at Alistair. "Aye. I think so. Help me set up a stretcher and get him carried, aye?" He gets the stretcher out, starting on one side of it.

"Brilliant, mate. Wouldn't have thought of that," Young replies to Patrick, drily. He nods to Alis and Tanner as they go for the stretcher. "Truck's not far, he'll be fine. Let's go."

Alistair shoulders his rifle and gets to work assembling it. He glances to the unconscious man and then looks around. "Which one of you twats shot 'im?" Sure it could've been ricochet, but its more likely that one of the green recruits got jumpy and shot the first thing that moved. Ironic, as they were shooting stationary target dummies.

Pete has arrived.

«Game» Arras WW2 is no longer a war zone!
«Game» Alistair unwields his Lee Enfield SMLE!

Patrick chuckles a bit, "I don't think we'll ever know." He says as he stands, slinging his rifle. "Back to the truck then…. Let's get out of here before an officer sees."

Alistair glances up at Patrick as he completes the end of the stretcher. He waddles over towards the large NCO's lower half and looks dubious as to whether the two of them can lift him. Alistair turns to Tanner when he's ready, "On three?"

Tanner gets hold of Harly once the stretcher is prepared, motioning for Alistair to help load him up. He groans. The sergeant is not exactly light and dainty. "Bloody hell…" he mutters, grimacing under the weight of NCO.

«Game» Alistair changes his style to Standard!

Sgt Hardly's injury after treatment doesn't seem to be of any grave seriousness at the moment. Something that a doctor will no doubt want to see later, but it is not life threatening. The man slowly murmbers a little bit as if he was starting to come to, but is no where by any means cohearent.

"Ready — three!" Alistair says and struggles to get him on the stretcher.

"Prop his feet up when you get him to the truck," Young says, shifting the strap on his shoulder. "Hang in there Serge. Battlescar already, that's the way to do it."

Tanner groans again as they finally get Harly settled, grimacing some more now that it comes time to lift the stretcher. "One, two, three…up!" he says to Alistair, bracing himself. The weight isn't so bad when it's distributed along the stretcher as it was when trying to haul the NCO. But all those pounds are still felt by the medic.

Alistair says "Haven't even been shipped out yet and I've already got a man's blood on me. What sort of damn omen is that? Nothing I care for, I say!"

Patrick clambers in after the others, putting his rifle on safe as he settles in, glancing at Alistair. "I have a feeling there will be a lot more."

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