Fischer S First

*Fischer's first patrol and some aftermath!*

So, there have been reports of Japanese activity in the area. To the south near the former site of the mission, in fact. A patrol of Marines has been assembled to go check it out, and Tavua's assistance a native guide familiar with the area was specifically sought by command. And, here you all are, getting ready to be off.

Tavua dosen't look very happy, not very happy at all, sighing a little as he looks about, the call of a parrot bringing a leetle tear to his eye as he moves to join the Marines.

Kappedal has been much more quiet than usual this last week or so. He waits in position near the back of the gaggle of Marines, checking his pack with the routine he does before every advance movement.

Oh boy. One can only hope it's a friendly ramen brigade of Asians. But it probably isn't. Fischer blinks at Tavua, tilting his head. "You alright?" He asks quietly. He's adjusting his own gear, making sure no napalm is leaking or anything like that.

Austin is present, looking a little bit lost in thought as he glances around for a few moments, studying the others carefully, before his attention moves to make sure that his rifle is all ready for this.

Schoenfelt is back and ready for more! Or it could just look that way since he's up and about and without the poofy look that bandages bring.

Jenkins wanders in with a rifle on his shoulder and a dogend in his mouth. He eyes the new man in charge and the roaster, snuffling his cigarette out underfoot as he does so. Getting to the Tavua end of the squad.

Tavua grumps grumpily, ignoring the young Marine with the odd looking backpack, what is it with these people and backpack-carried things? Sheesh. He merely slings his rifle, heading to the rear of the group as per usual.

Quaid looks like he's just returned to duty. His head's still bandaged from the looks of it; gauze peeking out from under his helmet. He ain't so pretty anymore. He's doing like the other Marines, checking his gear.

Fischer looks a little stung as he's ignored. Poor Fischer. The fate of replacements is fraught with rejection. His expression sinks. He just kind of sighs. It's tough being both German and a new NCO. He looks over the men around him. "Alright, everyone got all they need from supply?" He asks, perhaps trying to be helpful.

"Ready whenever…." comes the quiet words from Austin as he looks around a bit thoughtfully.

Jenkins was following Tavua for a little bit then, he stops with a shake of his head. An affirmitive grunt that could be interpreted as "Sir." As he makes his way to point.

Kappedal looks up from his bag, folding his arms over his chest. He watches the Marines prepare in reserved silence.

Well, let's just say that if Fischer gets shot, the rest of the squad had better not be around. Now they might know why the man doesn't carry grenades. He nods slowly, accepting the silence. A sigh and a mutter in German. Something about wanting to be a private again. "Since if we cluster together, we will be like ducks at a shoot out, we will move in a line. Don't stay still longer than you need to - Tojo has a nasty habit of ambushing and surrounding. Those with quiet footsteps and sharp eyes can move first. Anyone with a BAR or heavier weapons, or the medics will be towards the back."

"Corporal," Schoenfelt says slowly, taking a step toward Fischer to identify himself. "What is our plan if we do get shot at?" He rubs at his chest, opposite the heart. "It's better to know before that happens."

"Depends on how many are shooting. If it's a machine gun nest or something vital like a radio, shoot back. It's hard telling though, always seems to start with one or two then they come out of nowhere," Fischer frowns and squints. "I think the call will be shoot back if it's reasonable to do so. If calls go up we're surrounded, we're hauling ass. No heroes."

Jenkins probably qualifies as someone with quiet footsteps, so he wanders even further to point, it's out of roasting ranger at least. A frown as he looks back, adressing Fischer directly this time, "Where were we patroling again?" A look around him if anyones going to join him at the dying end of the group.

Schoenfelt squeezes the corners of his lips into an uncomfortable grimace, quietly stepping back into the squad. Being a big target, he's not in the lead.

"Or heavily outnumbered. If things look bad, we're moving out," Fischer adds. "Keep in a line because - if I get shot in the napalm tank -" The squad can probably draw the lines from there. "To the south a bit." He looks around, "Around 0,10 or so."

Tavua shrugs and heads off.

Jenkins nods, following Tavua as he moves off. He knows who's in charge.

Fischer nods, and motions the swift, sneaky group ahead.

"I'll take point with the native, Corporal," Quaid mutters.

Austin follows after a bit behind Tavua and the others,, nodding a little bit.

Fischer gives them a moment then, and starts moving afterwards himself.

Jenkins doesn't stop to look, following Tavua as quick as he can, and having a hard time keeping up.

Schoenfelt keeps up with Fischer, still looking wide-eyed at the jungle. "Haunting," he says in a breathy, reverant tone.

Fischer nods, having to pick his way along carefully. The tank is cumbersome. He smiles at Schoenfelt, "It is." He looks over his shoulder to check the rear of the line.

Kappedal is trudging alone, having gotten used to plunking about in the muck. He gives a simple nod to Fischer, staying on the man's side.

Tavua glances around, making sure eeeverything is clear before he continues off southwards.

«Command from Fischer» Everything alright?
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

Quaid looks east, squinting, shakes his head. "Clear," he mutters.

Jenkins nods at Quaid's analysis and starts crawling that way, slowly until he knows what Tavua's doing, eyeing the man going south he looks back at Tavua and changes course to follow him.

Fischer blinks a little. More south? Hm, must be circling. Fischer tilts his head curiously. If the scout thinks that's best… he is not going to argue for now. A shrug and he turns to check on those behind him.

Kappedal also kind of eyes the party as they continue south, but shrugs. He's not the navigator, yo.

Schoenfelt is squatted down next to a copse of weeds, staring down the barrel of his rifle at the squad's rear. The rifle eventually dips, then lowers fully, and the big trooper shakes his head at Fischer before disappearing into the grass. More or less. More less than more.

Austin has kept his eyes on the east, just in case, frowning a bit as he looks between the others for a few moments. Then slipping off south as well.

Fischer nods and follows the others, once he's satisfied no one is stuck or lost.

Jenkins spots Tavua's shadow move, he stuggles after him, slow in the jungle, despite all those patrols.

Austin follows after the others, pausing for a few moments. Looking around rather carefully before he moves again.

Kappedal listens carefully for sounds of rifles. Or screaming. hearing nothing, he casts a sideways glance at the German, waiting to follow.

Fischer allows a few moments to pass, watching those swifter move ahead a bit. Good. A line, not a clump. A line, not a clump. It's apparent Fischer is trying techniques to keep from losing more marines. His dark blue eyes survey the area. Fischer almost resembles a statue when still, if not for the faintly zoned out expression. Brain work, face expression no work. He nods and motions west.

«Command from Fischer» Signal if you see anything. Keep the line. If we're in a clump, we're fish in a barrel.
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

"Bastards move like monkeys," Quaid mutters as he hurries to keep up.

Schoenfelt is lagging behind a bit, getting caught up on branches. No rest for the weary as he sinks up to his hips in the mud.

Fischer nods, and helps move some roots aside for Quaid. Fischer is understanding, ponderous critter he is. He stops to offer Schoenfelt a bit of help too, offering a hand. "Here, watch out for that."

Austin moves slowly at the moment, frowning a little bit as he glances around. "Hate this terrain…" he mutters.

Kappedal is not a bad trudger these days. He's slowly learning to set his feet on whatever hard places he can find in this muck, propelling himself just that much more quickly. That is to say, still not /very/. He keeps up just fine though, staying the back.

"This is where I was shot," he says to the Corporal. Schoenfelt then looks around, squinting at trees in the wetland moonlight. "No, that was where I was shot." His pointing hand then drops, and he moves along. But several wading paces later he speaks again. "I was shot nowhere near here. I miss the Texas."

Fischer is not having an easy time of it either. That napalm tank of his is dragging Fischer down. The German man's dark blue eyes narrow as his boot gets caught on a root. Then he nods, at the story. "Rough luck. Is Texas nice this time of year?" He asks, looking around as he tries to move along.

«Report from Quaid» Made it to the other side of the river at 2,8. Looking north to 2,9, no targets in sight.
Fischer pauses, "They've made it to 2,8. Looked at 2,9. So far no targets. Good."

Kappedal nods towards Fischer. He unsticks his boot from a thick pile of sludge, starting onward.

Fischer grunts and moves onward.

Schoenfelt replies without pause, "Texas is nice every time of year compared to this." His expression, for whoever's close enough to see it, is decidedly sour.

Fischer smiles and nods, "I suspect many places are." He stops, to look over his shoulder and check on the rear group. Fischer is a thoughtful, if somewhat oblivious leader. There's a large bug on his face and he … doesn't seem to notice. Stare. He's zoned. The bug walks off. And Fischer just kind of … is. Serene or thoughtful. Or totally zoned. Hard saying. He doesn't seem to be getting any signal to halt, so for now his westward journey continues. Go west, young man~

Fischer makes a motion. He's good to move when the others are. Although he almost trips at least once.

Austin shakes his head a little as he looks around. "Only thing certain would be that we're not in Kansas anymore," he remarks, a bit absently, before he looks around once more, "West again, then?" he offers, quietly.

«Command from Fischer» Everything alright?
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

Kappedal isn't much for conversation tonight. His blue eyes keep watch on the others as they move along, ever trudging.

Austin keeps an eye to the south as he glances to the others, shaking his head a bit.

Fischer makes a motion to move West when ready.

«Command from Fischer» Reports?
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

«Report from Quaid» 3 at 0,10. Orders?
«OOC» Fischer is not. I have Squad Commander 2.

«Report from Tavua» Three japs around fire at mission

«Report from Jenkins» Three hostiles, holed up in mission house at 0 10, orders?

Fischer freezes. "They see three at 0, 10 around a fire," Fischer reports. He freezes up. Stare. Should they attack. "Holed up in a mission house. Suppose we'd best give cleaning them out a go?" He seems to lean towards this, but wishes a voice of reason to add.

Kappedal mutters, "We need to get close enough to them to give backup. We can't assult when half of us are still back here."

Fischer decides to move west, "We'll flank them then. God help us." He does a little 'hail mary' under his breath, just in case the Big G knows about those naughty maid magazines before he goes up in a fireball.

«Command from Fischer» Hold up. We're coming to assist. Best to clear them out if we can, before they get more friends.
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
Fischer winces, "Shit I think they got spotted. Let's go."

«Report from Jenkins» We're being fired on. That's not all their rifles though.
«Report from Quaid» Getting shot at.

Fischer breaks into a run, "They're being fired on." Fischer's face looks less friendly now.

«Command from Fischer» Fight back as you can, fall back if you get hurt in any way.
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

Schoenfelt lifts his rifle above his head in both hands. "I will go and help now. You come on the side the Nips are not watching." Without further hesitation, he crashes through the branches.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Kappedal is going as quickly as he can, having stopped back there to help Fischer. He blinks at Schoenfelt but continue after Fischer, trying to trudge faster. While still keeping his head down.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Fischer pauses, as Schoenfelt goes by, "No the other-" Fischer holds up a hand. He blinks, and looks confused. A headshake and he trundles onward with a grunt.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Hiroshi but misses!
Tavua hears shots from the east, and turns to engage.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Fischer is running up. Time for some deep fried sushi.

«Ground Combat» Nobuo fires its Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Jenkins looks at Fischer, "Turns out there's one in the east, Tavua will deal with him though, I'll cover yah." So he doesn't have to be close to da bomb

«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Aoi and hits!
Aoi suffers 1 wound damage to his left hand.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Fischer nods and hunkers down. His eyes go wide. So much for stealth!

Quaid turns around. "Orders, corporal?" He's clutching his M1 Carbine.

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Jenkins aims for the guy who has the machine gun, who's not shooting him.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Jenkins and hits!
Jenkins suffers 3 wound damage to his abdomen.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Fischer is ducking bullets. "We'll have to clear out that machine gun nest. Can't leave it here, it'll be brought over to us. I'm going in. MEDIC!"

«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

Jenkins gets a wound near the stomach, just as he lets another shot off.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Kappedal is here! He keeps his head down, sprinting for the collection of Marines just in time to see dark drops of blood fly. jenkins is first stop.

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Kappedal but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt shoots in the general direction of North <N> with his Garand!
«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid nods. "Fuckin' virgin, don't go rushing off and getting yourself killed without me," he mutters, starting to make his way north as well.

Jenkins hunkets down a bit to keep the wound out of the mud, he';s still esposed and shooting though.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Aoi but misses!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Jenkins but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua and hits!
Tavua suffers 4 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid points east. "Austin's alone out there."

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Fischer mutters, "Shit. Hang on, we're going."

Tavua grumps as he gets hit.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Akira but misses!
«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

Kappedal gets down to a crouch by Jenkins, pulling bandages out of his bag.

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Jenkins but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Jenkins and hits!
Jenkins suffers 6 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua and hits!
Tavua suffers 6 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid rushes towards the big building with Fischer. "Don't you fucking go up in flames with me next to you," he growls.

«Game» Quaid assists Fischer!

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Akira but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» Fischer tries to fire his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Aoi but his weapon is jammed!
«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Aoi fires his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Machine Guns from Clearing (0 10)!

Aoi fires fires fires!

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Tavua but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Aoi reloads his Nambu Type 96!

Schoenfelt drops to a knee at the edge of the clearing, covering the other men while firing the moment a muzzle flash or flicker of movement presents itself.

«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt fires his Garand at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Aoi tries to fire his Nambu Type 96 at Fischer but his weapon is jammed!

«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Schoenfelt and hits!
Schoenfelt suffers 2 wound damage to his right leg.

Aoi clunks.. CRAP
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Akira but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Akira reloads his Arisaka Type 38!

Akira goes to fire off another round but finds himself out of ammo. Cursing in Japanese ensues as he reloads.

"Go, go, go," Quaid shouts, slapping the corporal on the back. He heads for the burned building, trying to get closer.

"GUTEN TAG SIRS!" Fischer pops out, finally, after his flamethrower is cleaned out.

«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt fires his Garand at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Hiroshi reloads his Arisaka Type 38!

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Aoi and hits!
Aoi suffers 5 wound damage to his abdomen.
Aoi suffers 7 wound damage to his right chest.
Aoi suffers 6 wound damage to his right chest.
Aoi suffers 12 wound damage to his abdomen.
Aoi suffers 3 wound damage to his right leg.
Aoi suffers 10 wound damage to his left arm.
Aoi suffers 4 wound damage to his right hand.
Aoi suffers 9 wound damage to his left chest.
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Akira but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Kaito but misses!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Aoi has been taken out!

Hiroshi yells in dismay. FIRE! He fires reflexively, only to find his gun out of bullets. As he reloads, Aoi is lit up like a roman candle. OMG!

«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Not so much a good day. Fischer's flamethrower turns the place into a fireshow.

Schoenfelt is between shots when someone punches him in the thigh. He spends the next several moments looking for a midget boxer, right up until he sees the blood. Ow.

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You shoot at Hiroshi with your M2A1-7 Flamethrower! Your accuracy is 6 percent!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You shoot at Hiroshi with your M2A1-7 Flamethrower! Your accuracy is 6 percent!

«Ground Combat» Nobuo fires its Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid crawls into the building. Still two unwounded that he sees. He grabs a grenade.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Schoenfelt but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer and hits!
Fischer suffers 7 wound damage to his right leg.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt fires his Garand at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Akira desperately aims his weapon at the Man of Fire.

Fischer hisses as his leg is hit. He's taking out the man outside, loathe to send gouts of fire in while Quaid is inside.

Aoi is trying to unjam the MG and HOLY SHIT! He goes up like kindling! His entire body explodes, screams coming from him as his Japanese form half melts, dust coming up as he rolls around, screaming , a living torch of agony, the acrid smell of longpork roasting and crisping, falling away from bone as he keeps screaming!!! OH KAMI! EMPEROR HELP!

«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Akira and hits!
Akira suffers 3 wound damage to his left arm.
Akira suffers 1 wound damage to his left chest.
Akira suffers 6 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Kaito and hits!
Kaito suffers 1 wound damage to his abdomen.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Grenades from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Game» Quaid wields his M1 Carbine!

Nobuo shoots wildly at Fischer too, gaggin on the stench of burning FLESSSSSSSSSSSH.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Quaid lobs a grenade, ducking down and holding his helmet as it goes off. He unslings his M1 and starts firing.

Hell on earth. A crazed German wielding a flamethrower and Quaid with his pineapple. "Good job!" Fischer calls to the man.
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Quaid but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Aoi but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Akira but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Kaito but misses!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Nobuo fires its Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer and hits!
Fischer suffers 7 wound damage to his right hand.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Nobuo and hits!
Nobuo suffers 3 wound damage to its left arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Kaito tries to fire his Arisaka Type 99 at Quaid but his weapon is jammed!
«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer and hits!
Fischer suffers 2 wound damage to his left leg.
«Ground Combat» You must wait another 2 ticks of the Armageddon Clock before you can shoot!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You shoot at Hiroshi with your M2A1-7 Flamethrower! Your accuracy is 3 percent!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Akira fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

As soon as someone moves into the clearing to relieve him, Schoenfelt hobbles hurriedly to the burnt mission.

Jenkins makes his way towards the fighting, and gags at the smell, brilliant, he makes his way insider, nursing a grenade in his off and healthy hand, he stares at the jet of flame and pauses before charging in.

Akira is somewhat less effective now that his arms have been crisped. He screams in the awful pain that only fire can bring.

«Ground Combat» Quaid tries to fire his M1 Carbine at Kaito but his weapon is jammed!

"H-hurry," Fischer is looking bad now. His legs and arms are being torn asunder by rifle fire. His Teutonic stocism is holding out but the NCO is not looking good. He can't fire at the hut, seeing Quaid is inside.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

Hiroshi concentrates fire on the man with the FREAKING FIRE. Near panicked.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Game» Jenkins wields his Mk2 Pineapple!
Fuck! Quaid's M1 is jammed. He grabs for a grenade. "Get these bastards off of me!" he shouts, trying to get away from the Japs.

Kaito works frantically to unjam his weapon.

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi fires his Arisaka Type 38 at Fischer but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Nobuo screams, "ANOTHER ONE WITH A GRENADE!"

"Trying, sir. I cannot fire into that building while you are in it or you will catch fire," Fischer replies. He's pale, his hands are shaking. He gets a pistol to deal with the nearest to him.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M1911A1 at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Pistols from Clearing (0 10)!

Jenkins ignores jap screaming and cooks the thing for a while.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Nobuo but misses!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Nobuo and hits!
Nobuo suffers 5 wound damage to its right hand.
Nobuo suffers 7 wound damage to its right leg.
Nobuo suffers 6 wound damage to its left arm.
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Akira and hits!
Akira suffers 8 wound damage to his left chest.
Akira suffers 6 wound damage to his head.
Akira suffers 5 wound damage to his right chest.
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Grenades from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» *boom* Headshot!!!
«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Nobuo and hits!
Nobuo suffers 2 wound damage to its right chest.
Nobuo suffers 2 wound damage to its left leg.
Nobuo suffers 5 wound damage to its right leg.
Nobuo suffers 6 wound damage to its left arm.
Nobuo suffers 7 wound damage to its head.
Nobuo suffers 5 wound damage to its right leg.
«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Akira and hits!
Akira suffers 6 wound damage to his left arm.
Akira suffers 7 wound damage to his head.
Akira suffers 8 wound damage to his right arm.
Akira suffers 7 wound damage to his abdomen.
«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Mk2 Pineapple at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Grenades from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» *boom* Headshot!!!

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

Akira is blown apart in a grenade blast.

Nobuo ded.

Schoenfelt ducks behind a doorway and slings his rifle, trading it in for a grenade. A little late to the party, though, considering the double-blam.

«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Kaito gets his weapon unjammed. And eyeshifts. It's getting lonely for the Asian contingent in here.

"Burn in Hell! I'll met you there!" Fischer manages, his voice a feeble roar as he becomes fire man once more to draw attention away from the grenades. It is Hell on Earth now, the roars of explosions and fires. "Burn! All of you!"

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Tavua fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito but misses!

Jenkins blows up some corpses and moves in to finish off the living hand to hand style.

«Ground Combat» Kaito fires his Arisaka Type 99 at Jenkins but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid's M1 is jammed. He slaps at the charging handle, trying to get it back into action.

Hiroshi sees grenades, fire, Americans everywhere - oh crap. He charges at the flamethrower wielder but the man gets out of the way.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Swamp (1 9)!

Kaito fires off a round at Jenkins. It misses, but he's happy to switch to bayonet work instead when the man jumps him.

Jenkins bayonet charges, holding his rifle in his left hand, his other hand dangles almsot comicly, if it weren;t for the fire and death.

«Ground Combat» Kaito attacks Jenkins in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 99 but misses!
«Ground Combat» Jenkins attacks Kaito in melee combat with his Garand but Kaito blocks it!

«Command from Fischer» Austin, Tavua?
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Austin
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt moves to engage Kaito in close quarters combat, and succeeds!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Quaid clears the jam, draws a bead on Kaito.

«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito and hits!
Kaito suffers 6 wound damage to his right hand.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Swamp (1 9)!

Jenkins appreciates the help, stabs.

«Ground Combat» Kaito attacks Jenkins in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 99 but misses!
«Ground Combat» Jenkins attacks Kaito in melee combat with his Garand but Kaito blocks it!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito and hits!
Kaito suffers 2 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Fischer is a quiet badass. Fischer looks badly hurt. But he gives a taunting gesture to Hiroshi. "C'mon. Shit, where's Austin?" Fischer is beginning to realize something. "SHIT! DEAL WITH THEM AND GET OUT OF HERE. MORE JAPS COMING." He's not taking chances. Disappearing squad members means ONE THING. AZNS.

Hiroshi grumbles at the nimble Fischer, who can reload while dodging bayonets.

«Ground Combat» Schoenfelt attacks Kaito in melee combat with his KA-BAR but misses!
«Ground Combat» Hiroshi moves to engage Fischer in close quarters combat, and succeeds!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You shoot at Hiroshi with your M2A1-7 Flamethrower! Your accuracy is 15 percent!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito and hits!
Kaito suffers 3 wound damage to his right arm.
«Ground Combat» Jenkins attacks Kaito in melee combat with his Garand but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Kaito attacks Jenkins in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 99 but misses!

Schoenfelt is about to pull the pin when Jenkins gets in close with the only Japanese man left. He hurries out from his cover, drawing his KA-BAR and flashing the steel at the Japanese soldier too. Two on one now!

"Which way do we fall back?" Quaid calls out of the building.
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

Kaito continues to strike at Jenkins with his bayonet, but his strokes are increasingly desperate and pained.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Fischer hesitates. "I hear more rifles from the north. Go south and east, south and east."

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi attacks Fischer in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 38 but misses!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Kaito and hits!
Kaito suffers 6 wound damage to his abdomen.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Kaito has been mortally wounded!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!
«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid fires off another shot at Kaito. "Alright, let's get going!" he calls. Fuck, still one Jap left.

«Command from Fischer» Get out of here once this one falls! Go south and east! More japs coming! GO! GO!
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Forest (0 9)!

Hiroshi decides to get in close to the flamethrower, figuring the man won't use it if he'll get burned. That doesn't seem to be working out so well for him.

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi attacks Fischer in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 38 but misses!

Jenkins isn't much use himself, apparently there to distract the Jap while he gets shot. As this happens he turns away from the carnage he gets out of the house.

Fischer looks bad. Real bad. His arm and both legs are torn. Fischer is the sort of dog who will latch onto a throat and hang on. After all, he's got something to prove now.

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You shoot at Hiroshi with your M2A1-7 Flamethrower! Your accuracy is 16 percent!

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Jenkins moves out of Burned Buildings.
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi and hits!
Hiroshi suffers 2 wound damage to his head.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Swamp (1 9)!

Kaito groans and doubles over as Quaid's shot hits him right in the gut. Striking some vital organ. Perhaps several. He doesn't look long for this world.

Jenkins makes to leave, but doesn't instead he uses his good hand to relaod his rifle,

Hiroshi fights like a madman, not realizing he's the only one left.

«Ground Combat» Fischer fires his M2A1-7 Flamethrower at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Flamethrowers from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Hiroshi attacks Fischer in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 38 but Fischer blocks it!

Quaid pops off a shot at Hiroshi. "C'mon, get the fuck away from 'im, Corporal and let's get the fuck away from here. You wanna die a virgin?"

With the Emperor's Sons dead or dying indoors, the Marines exit the building. Schoenfelt, like the rest, focuses on the last remaining little man with murderous intent.

«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Hiroshi attacks Fischer in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 38 but misses!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Fischer pauses, his napalm ran down. He sighs at Quaid, "You're not going to stop teasing me about that are you?" He smiles. Though, he's hurt badly. "Leave this one, take potshots as you can. Let's go." He pulls his pistol and turns to move. He seems to be agile despite his injuries.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi and hits!
Hiroshi suffers 3 wound damage to his right hand.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Jenkins tries to distract the madman with potshots as the other madman runs.

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi attacks Fischer in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 38 and hits! Fischer suffers 2 wound damage to his left arm.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Hiroshi and hits!
Hiroshi suffers 3 wound damage to his right leg.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Quaid fires off another shot at Hiroshi. "Fuck, this bastard won't go down," he mutters.

«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi but misses!
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

Hiroshi arrghs as he gets pepperered a couple more times, but he manages to get in a slash on Fisher anyway. He screams something in Japanese.

Fischer is running low on ninja luck, "Don't get close if you aren't already. Get moving if you can. I'm fine." The German huffs. "I'm not going down that easy either." Though his already pale Euro-complexion is looking paler. He spits something in German back at Hiroshi.

Jenkins is outside the ruined door frame. "Bloody insane these japs." He shoots some more.

«Ground Combat» Jenkins fires his Garand at Hiroshi and hits!
Hiroshi suffers 8 wound damage to his left arm.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!

«Ground Combat» Hiroshi attacks Fischer in melee combat with his Arisaka Type 38 and hits! Fischer suffers 3 wound damage to his right hand.
«Ground Combat» Fischer has been mortally wounded!

"MEDIC!" Quaid shouts.
«Ground Combat» Quaid fires his M1 Carbine at Hiroshi and hits!
Hiroshi suffers 5 wound damage to his abdomen.
«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Clearing (0 10)!
«Ground Combat» Hiroshi has been mortally wounded!

"Need a medic here!" Quaid calls again. "Then we gotta get the fuck out!"

Fischer is trying to get away. But Fischer can only take so much abuse. In a twist that would make Rashomon approve, both combatants fall. "… shit, that stings. GET OUT OF HERE NOW! THAT IS AN ORDER!" He closes his eyes and falls backwards.

Jenkins looks at the stricken german, and moves into position to guard the man, helping KAppedal as he can.

Kappedal was running northwards even as the call for a medic came. Fischer on the ground is his target as he skids to his knees by the bloody man. Pray, those of you that pray.

«Medic Code» Kappedal attempts to stabilise Fischer and succeeds! Fischer is gonna make it!

Fischer is a stubborn bastard.

Hiroshi gives a grim shout of satisfaction when Fischer goes down, which turns into a gurgly cry as he takes a bullet in the gut. He falls, moaning.

Schoenfelt keeps getting warded off by the bayonet the enemy soldier wields. He takes a knee, lining up a shot… just in time for the foreigner to go down, almost the same time Fischer does. He sprints up to the downed Corporal, waving Kappedal over. "I will help move him," he declares.

«Command from Fischer» Go. Retreat. Now.
«Command» Command received by :-
Jenkins
Quaid
Tavua
Kappedal
Schoenfelt

Fischer can. Move. One. Hand. Leave. Now.

"Let's get the fuck outta here," Quaid mutters. "C'mon, virgin, you're not hurt that bad. South and then east, huh?"

Jenkins "Yeah I'm going to do that." Sarcasm under stress. He attempts to hoist the Corporal onto his shoulder, that hurts, instead he supports the man.

Kappedal grabs a tree branch to use as leverage for the tourniquet he fashions out of a big swatch of bandaging. It's tied around Fischer's leg and tightened, palms pressed to the man's torn blood vessels until they stop spurting like that. He helps grab the man up as the others do.

Fischer is stubborn. He will accept help though. It is the height of stupid to bring others down with you. He grits his teeth and shuffles. "Where's the native?" He asks quietly. "Anyone seen Austin?" He looks worried. A cough, "Goddamn." His first patrol as corporal and it's not going too well, is it?

Schoenfelt slips under the other shoulder, the Marines taking care of their own. "Like King David," he laughs as one man grabs each limb.

Kappedal pulls on Fischer's arm, helping them haul the wounded man. "Tavua's alright. Arm's shot pretty bad but he made it south. I ahven't seen Austin."

Fischer laughs a bit softly. "East first… I heard more rifles north." His laugh fades to a pained look, "Keep your eyes out for Austin." He shuffles.

Quaid peers north. "North looks clear," he murmurs.

Fischer nods slowly, "Good. Keep your eyes open. They have a nasty habit of bringing unwanted guests to the party."

Quaid glances south. "Don't see anything there, either," he hisses.

Jenkins looks around at the shadows then eyes north. He's a few steps behind the rest of the patrol.

Hut-too hut-too hut-too hut-too! Schoenfelt is helping the handless engineer along, favouring a leg slightly.

Fischer is going to be the loneliest Marine of all. No hands! And all those naughty maids. Plus, a baseball bat wielding fiance. Poor bastard. He looks around, trying to keep an even headcount.

Kappedal moves along, staying near Fischer to be sure that tourniquet holds. About the only thing keeping the guy from bleeding out.

Quaid takes a knee as he peers. "Alright, I'm unwoundedso farso I'll take point if that's alright with you, Corporal. Which way are we headed?"

Fischer nods at Quaid, "That's fine. Once more east then north I think should be ok. Just be sure to look and don't stay still too long unless you need to. They love still targets." His voice is weakening. Although, a grateful look to Kappedal. "Thank you, sir." He's an engineer with a few superfluous holes.

Jenkins calls out. "I'll take the rear." His rifle waves about wildly.

Quaid nods. "You hear gunshots, well… you know what that means." He hocks a loogie and makes his way east.

"Bitte schon," Kappedal murmurs, only loud enough for Fischer to hear. He stays back with the worst wounded man, bandaging as much as he can while they limp.

«Report from Quaid» North of me is clear.

There's a flicker in Fischer's eyes. Thank God. He smiles at Kappedal, a bit of light in his expression once more. He nods. "I get the signal north is clear to the east. We'll go that way."

Quaid is looking east. "Don't see anything to the east, either," he says.

Schoenfelt keeps quiet, or, quiet as a man can helping a grievously injured comrade along.

Jenkins moves backwards, looking back from the way he came, just incase any fried Japs come after the group.

Fischer nods, "Good. We'll go north now then. Sound good?" He's weak, and perhaps acknowledging that blood loss does impair judgement.

Quaid shrugs. "Sounds good enough."

Jenkins looks back just long enough to make sure he's going the right way, then follows the flow of the river.

Schoenfelt shakes his head. "A big slab of brisket. THAT sounds good," he groans, unconsciously wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

Quaid is covering west, just in case. He gestures east. "Almost home."

Kappedal is with the back of the line as usual, helping Quaid and the others haul Fischer's to' up self into the hospital.

Fischer is shot. A lot. German Swiss Cheese over here. Fortunately, his flamethrower is empty and removed from him before and during transport. He's rather pale now, and feebly clinging to consciousness. "Tell me if they see… Austin, alright? Think I need a nap. I'm tired, it hurts now. If that's alright." Typical. Fischer just smiles weakly and leans back as they tote him into the hospital.

Fredricks notices the incoming wounded, and moves to help bring Fischer to the table to get worked on, "Well, you were serious about you catching bullets, I see." He says as he starts working. "Anyone worse than him?" He asks Kappedal.

"Got wounded, Doc," Quaid calls. He is miraculously unhurt himself. "Corporal got hit pretty bad."

Jenkins arrives by jeep, his arm got aggrevated sometime during the fighting. He walks in beside the babbling Fischer. "Where's Tavua, looked like he got shot up pretty bad." He shakes his head to Fredricks and sits down on the bunk meekly waiting for treatment.

"Jenkins' arm is bad too," Kappedal says, wiping a bloody hand along his cheek as he gets Fischer settled. "Tavua's the same. He should be in soon, I hope. Schoenfelt got hit in the leg, minor."

Schoenfelt limps into the aid station with the rest, covered in more mud than blood. He sets his kit and that which he's taken from his more injured comrades to the side and takes a seat to get the pressure off his leg. "I have had worse than this sharpening knives," he grumps to the doctor.

Fischer laughs softly, "Told you. You get promoted once they figure out you soak bullets real good. The Japs don't realize that's why we get stripes." Fischer winks and goes quiet, as he's settled in to work on. He takes a deep breath and leans back.

Fredricks starts working on Fischer, nodding, "Well, that's good." He says, then proceeds to drug the Corporal up to his eyeballs so he can work properly, "Rest now, Corporal." He says, simply. "You'll feel better when you wake."

"Hey, all goes well, maybe this is your ticket home, Corporal," Quaid says, smirking. He steps out of the aid station and lights up a cigarette. Takes his helmet off, scratches at the bandage around his head.

Jenkins has enough time and blood still running through him to unlace his boots before he goes and lies on his bunk. This doesn't make much differance though, he stil lgets mud and blood everywhere.

Schoenfelt gets rid of his bog-infused clothing. It keeps him from infecting his own wounds, but also allows him to wash up and help with the simple stuff: Disinfecting bandages, cleaning things, bringing people their meds… anything to alleviate the load on the medical staff (since he'll have to stick around for a bit anyway) and thus free them to treat patients.

Fischer doesn't comment any further. He's drugged more than a Marley fest and out of it now.

Kappedal pulls an IV stand over, hooking up a bag of something evil-looking. He sits down by Fischer's arm, setting about getting an IV started with a much smaller tourniquet than he used on the gushing artery earlier. Once it's done and taped he sits there a moment, just looking at the German man with an unreadable expression.

Fredricks smirks, "Oh, he's going to be with us for a while yet." The Doc says as he sutures up the tricksy hand injury and frowns at the leg, "This will take a while to heal, but, it'll do fine." He sniffs, "Who torched someone?" Why does he know the smell of burnt human flesh?

Jenkins is staring up at the ceiling. "You talking 'bout the 'nade smell or the napalm smell?" He speaks out. A pause to think about something. "Are we going to tell the missionary about her house?"

"Fischer had a flamethrower," Kappedal murmurs. He rubs the back of his hand across his nose and stands up, moving on to the next wounded. "Annabelle should know. She sends letters back to the…" Whatever they call that guy. "Bish…someone."

Quaid shrugs, calls into the station, "I were her, I'd rather see that house burned to the ground than let Japs live in it. Bastards turned it into a fucking machine gun nest, for chrissakes." He takes another drag of his cigarette.

Fischer is dozing peacefully for awhile. Seems like his style. Utterly oblivious and peaceful until he unleashes the horror that is a flamethrower on someone. Really, it's an awful way to die. Awful, but effective physically and psychologically.

Fredricks finishes suturing up Fischer, "Done here." He looks to Kappedal, "Bandage him up." He nods as he then moves to Jenkins, "Flamethrower, huh? That smell's never going to fade." He mutters, approaching Jenkins, "Okay, just relax back and I'll have a look." He says, getting a styrette and preparing to dope Jenkins up properly.

Jenkins considers that. "I don't know her all that well, but some nasty stuff's been done over there." A pause. "Damnit, we've got two men missing in action and I'm worrying about some damned houses." He mutters, maybe he's a few grenades short of a massacre at the moment. "Right Doc, whatever you say."

Kappedal has nothing more to say, on any of the subjects at hand. Picking up bandages, he goes back over to Fischer and wraps the thick gauze around the freshly worked-on wounds.

Quaid flicks his cigarette away and heads back into the station. "I'm sure the missing boys'll turn up safe and sound," he says. He sounds glum, though. Probably doesn't believe the lie himself.

Fredricks injects Jenkins, doping him so he can get into his wounds and treat them. digging bullets out of human flesh is not the kind of thing you want to be awake for.

Jenkins takes a deep breath, letting the drugs get to him, now he doesn't have to think about all the bad things he stirs up. Drifting off to a drug induced slumber.

It takes a lot of time, but Fischer will come to after his surgery. His eyes are a bit glazed. "Oh… thank god she's not here."

Fredricks starts working on Jenkins, pulling out a couple of bullets and sewing him closed relatively easiely, seeming pleased with how it went. He bandages up the man and straightens, "Okay, fair enough."

Jenkins doesn't wake up, as time goes by he begins to snore softly.

Kappedal is just finishing bandaging up Fischer's leg again. With real bandages, not a field tourniquet made with a tree branch. His blue eyes come up as the man wakes, hands drawing back.

Fischer is … kind of oblivious, when not a raging Germanic badass. He just kind of stares at Kappedal. A bug walks… along Fischer's arm, up over his head and past the marine. Fischer just blinks. Then smiles. "I look better than King Tut already."

Fredricks brushes his hands, then washes them as brushing off ones hands just.. doesn't work. He then moves to Schoenfelt, "And how did you make out?"

"We managed okay without the BAR," Quaid mutters. "Guess we were lucky to get out before Jap reinforcements came."

"King Tut?" Kappedal asks Fischer, blankly. He doesn't even glance at the bug, too used to those by now to care unless they're the biting kind.

"A mummy," Fischer replies. He takes a long moment. "Yeah, a BAR would be nice…" He closes his eyes. "Wonder where that Tank fellow went. And yes, thank God for that." He seems grateful.

Fredricks pauses as Tavua's brought in with a nasty arm, and he goes to work, doing an indepth, invasive surgical procedure. Evil White Magic. Screw his backwards religious views.

"Who cares about 'Tank?'" Quaid mutters. "Sometimes, I think everyone throwing rocks is a more dependable means of suppression than asking him to lay down some covering fire. I meant another BAR gunner."

Fischer blinks, looking disappointed. "Oh. Hadn't seen him in action," Corporal admits. He seems genuinely disappointed. "Seemed like a nice guy. Suppose that shows the quality of my judgement," He smiles weakly. Apparently, not quite a seasoned corporal. Still needs some more salt.

Fredricks finishes with Tavua, and bandages him up, straightening and moving off to let him rest. "Who? Slayback?" He shrugs, "I'm the last one to comment on battle strategy. I'm not allowed in combat."

"Good thing you're not out getting shot, Doc," Quaid says. "Who'd patch you up? Then we're all screwed." A snort. "Yeah, Slayback. I wonder if there was some fuck-up that got him sent here instead of to an asylum. On the boat over, he pulled his knife on a few boys."

"What?!" Fischer sits up then immediately regrets it. He hisses through his teeth. "He - pulled a knife on other marines?" He looks concerned now, taking in a shivering breath. "God, that was a bad idea." And a nod, "I'd feel bad if Doc got shot."

Fredricks turns to Fischer, "Nono, well, yes, he did pull a knife on other Marines." He moves to Fischer, "And me. Just relax thought, you don't need to pull any of those stitches."

"All I know is the man ain't dependable," Quaid says. "Rather than suppressing the enemy so they can't return fire, he's going for kills." He shrugs. "Your problem now, Corporal. Hey, with your wounds, perfect excuse to transfer out, whaddaya say?"

Fischer is breathing a little quickly. Between pain and outrage, Fischer's face twists. "On. A. DOCTOR? What kind of loony does that? Ow." He stops moving now, listening obediently to Fredricks. He twists a little. Hff. Hff. "Oh, that's-" He looks pained. "Oh god, all of those naughty magazines - is that my punishment?" He looks ready to cry.

Fredricks smiles to Fischer, "Yes, but you relax, or I'm going to dope you some more, clear?"

"Magazines?" Quaid looks around the station for reading material he can swipe from the wounded. "Don't see anything worth reading. Fucking Corps… yeah, you should dope the Corporal up some more, Doc."

Fischer is still now, "Oh I know. I'm sorry. It bothers me when people do things like that." Then his eyes go wide at Quaid. "Umm. Yes, in my bags. If you borrow it, leave a note." A blush. Apparently Fischer really likes French maids. AHEM. After all, in Catholicism it's not a sin if there's punishment and spanking counts right? Naughty! All jokes aside, even Fischer is a young male. "My head is still spinning."

Fredricks looks to Quaid, "Insulting my Comics now, hmm?" He smiles and looks to Fischer, Lay back and relax, don't dwell on it."

Annabelle is late to the party. She walks in, blinking at the mummified corporal and some of the other wounded. She heads over to Fredricks. "I've just gotten back from Tavua's village. Is everyone all right?" Well, all right being a relative term. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Gonna get some shut eye," Quaid mutters. "If you see a real NCO around, be sure to tell him I'm busy doing some boring, assigned duty," he calls behind him as he leaves the aid station.

Fischer snorts at Quaid's comment. "Sleep tight," He doesn't seem to argue. "And you better watch it or next time I'll show up wearing sparkly tights." He sticks his tongue out at the man as he goes. He leans back and sighs. A few blinks and he nods at Annabelle in greeting. "Ma'am."

Fredricks looks to Annabelle, "Missed most of it, just look over the men and make sure they're cared for. Seems that the Japs were back at your old missionary site." He informs Annabelle. "Tavua was brought in with a severe wound to the arm, I reconstructed most of it, but it's going to be slow in healing."

Annabelle nods back to Fisher, "Oi, the Nips seem to have done a number on you, mate. Can I get you anything?" she asks in concern. She blinks at Fredricks. "At the mission? What were they doing there?" she asks, brow creased.

"Apparently the Japanese saw fit to put a machine gun nest in there," Fischer explains. He laughs softly, "Yeah. They saw me as the man with the fire." He seems rueful a bit. "But we cleaned them out, though I suspect they had friends on the way. We weren't in any shape to take another wave, so I ordered a retreat."

Fredricks gestures to Fischer, shrugging, "I just patch 'em up, Ms. Clark."

Annabelle draws back a bit in shock and disgust at the thought of her former home being used that way. A frown takes hold, but she doesn't seem to know what to say about that. She settles for a quiet, "I see." Abrupt topic change. "Would you like some water? Something to read?"

Now comes the awkward part. "It… also kind of caught fire," Fischer blushes. "B-but I couldn't leave that nest there. Those guns really tear men apart and um- well, they didn't exactly stop when we asked nicely," He admits. His own torn body should be evidence. "Just some water is fine thank you."

Fredricks looks between the two for a moment, "Sounds like it was a lost cause anyway." He observes.

Annabelle just stares at Fischer, brows knitting as she takes that in. She blinks a few times, rapidly. "I'll go and get you a cup," she says very quietly, and moves off to do so, not replying to his other words at all.
"S-sorry. I feel really bad," He admits. Fischer looks down, "I don't think I like being an NCO much. I get worried about everyone, I have to worry about not getting shot and blowing up… I'm happy we came out as well as we did." Awkward with a capital A.

Fredricks watches Annabelle, quietly giving her the time to process what she's just been told.

Annabelle takes her time filling the cup, or - more specifically - processing and struggling to keep her composure. Not too long, though, since there's a poor bloke shot to hell needing a drink. She returns, handing over the cup. Her eyes look a little teary, but she doesn't cry. "I'm sure you did all you could," she tells him. "Better it be burned than have the Nips using it to shoot at you poor blokes." Still, it smarts. Her bearing is stiff.

Poor Fischer. Bad timing all around. A pause. He takes the cup in his left hand. "Thank you. I'm really, really, really, really sorry. I should have been more thoughtful," Fischer admits. "But you know, they really don't like it when you knock on their door and ask to leave nicely." Cough. Still really awkward. He takes a deep breath. "I don't know what to say. Except they really did an awful job trying to keep the curtains clean."

Fredricks snorts, "Either this or having Japs rooting around in your things, sounds like.

Annabelle shakes her head at Fischer. "Not your fault, mate. 'Tis the bloody war." The comment about the curtains passes with nary a smile. Poor Fischer. She nods to Fredricks, but that thought is little comfort. She hastily wipes away a couple tears that sneak through her defenses, not wanting to make Fischer feel any worse by bawling in front of him. "I suppose it would be very un-Christian for me to say I hope you lads killed the lot of them." Doesn't stop her from thinking it, though.

"Yes. We cleared out that group. They don't surrender," Fischer points out quietly. "They wouldn't let us run either. You only run if it's dire and there's any conscious enough to shoot. It's a very ugly truth, and I don't blame you for thinking that." He doesn't say WHY, but most might figure it out. "I ordered a retreat afterward, though. I heard rifles from the north and didn't think - with the shape everyone was in - we could take more. I almost passed out too. They shot me a good deal," He seems sheepish.

Fredricks nods, "they did. This is what he looks like after I got through with him." He shrugs.

Annabelle nods at the whole 'no survivors' thing. There's a flash of guilt at her uncharitable comment, but it lasts only a moment, smothered by bitter anger and sadness. "Seeing all the lads here, it sounds like you did the right thing," Anna offers softly.

"It's hard to know just when to do what," Fischer admits. "But I think - so far I've learned the best way is to take one group, fall back, come back later. We can't sit there and take wave after wave. Too many casualties. Taking the brunt of one group is bad enough. I suppose that makes me a bit more cowardly than some, but… dunno," He shakes his head. Seems Fischer prefers a flexible formation, movement and hit and run. "Anyway. I still owe Ben a picture of the parrots. But my hands… can't use it one handed."

Fredricks nods, "Your hand will heal soon enough, Corporal. It's the leg that's going to take a while."
"Nonsense," Anna tells Fischer quickly. "'Tis not cowardly to try and save your men if there's nothing to be gained." She nods to Fredricks. "That's good, then."

Fischer shrugs, "I'm sure more dead minions of the Empire could be gained… but there comes a point when it's just suicide. Can't say I'm a big fan of that one." He pauses and shifts gears. "Well, I'm glad for the first part. Not so much the second. They got me pretty good if the story's true." Then an offer, "Perhaps you should borrow my camera."

Fredricks smiles, "I've not had much luck with cameras, but don't be worried, keeping your men alive is an important part of your job.

Annabelle nods, "Aye, the doctor's right. Getting yourselves killed out of stubbornness isn't going to do any good for anyone." She shrugs slightly at the suggestion about the camera, not able to muster up much enthusiasm right now. "Even if I did, I wouldn't know how to develop the film. Might as well wait until you're well."

Poor Anna. Fischer still feels a bit rotten. "Suppose I could teach you while I'm here. Not like I'll be doing much else but hoping I don't get sick too," He offers. "Besides, if you take to it - it could be interesting," A faint smile. Traveling reporter right?? Maybe not. Fischer just has to pray the amoebas don't see him as an all you can eat buffet.
Fredricks smiles, "We'll do our best to keep you from getting sick."

"Aye, we will," Anna agrees readily with the doctor. She considers Fischer's offer, and finally consents with a nod. "All right. Suppose it would be interesting to learn." And even fun maybe! She frowns sadly. "The Reverend had a camera. He took a lot of photos of the natives and the island. I had a few tucked in my journal, at least." The rest of course, went poof with the mission.

A pause at that, "Well. I think you'd like it. You could start your own photo album. I'm sure the natives might be glad to help offer inspiration. You could ask them about pictures too," Fischer offers. "Some people really like to pose." A grin. "I got one of that Byrd fellow. I should find him. You know, before his hordes of female admirers hunt me down. I can't run in this state," He admits. A smile at Fredricks. "Thakns. Appreciate it."

Fredricks chuckles, then looks at Fischer, "Well, you kind of asked for that." He looks to Annabelle, smirking.
"Maybe I'll ask my family to send a bit of film along," Anna says thoughtfully, feeling guilty at the prospect of using up Fischer's. She looks confused at the mention of Byrd. "Who?" Clearly not one of his legion of admirerers here.

Fischer smiles, "That'd be handy." Then a pause, his eyes go wide. "Byrd's a fantastic guy. One of the Cactus boys. I met him a bit ago. From New Zealand. I took a picture of him for him to send to his mom," Clearly, a Byrd fan. "Doesn't seem to mind me at any rate." Grin.

Fredricks nods, "One of the flyboys, yep." He smirks slightly, "Seems the type to love having his picture taken."
"Oh. I think I know who you mean," Anna says, nodding slightly. "'Tis good of you to take photos of everyone."
A shrug, "It's a hazardous job and I offered, since he saw my camera. Nice guy, defending his doorstep best as he can," Fischer smiles. He really does seem fond of the random Kiwis he runs into. "Yeah. It's interesting. Wish they'd stop putting fruit on me when I sleep because I never notice…" Poor, oblivious Fischer.

Fredricks chuckles, "Well, you know, boys will be boys." He shrugs, "Fruits, hmm?"

Annabelle looks a bit confused about the fruit. "I'd best go and check on the other lads," Anna says, excusing herself. "You just call out if you need anything, aye?" she says to Fischer.

Fischer and his coconut hat! He laughs softly, and nods. "I wake up with coconut halves on my head," A nod at Annabelle. "Sure thing. I may just sleep. It's starting to hurt a bit."

Fredricks nods, "We'll give you a little something to help you sleep. It's a good idea to get rest now."

Still confused. Who would put coconuts on someone's head? How odd. Anna nods to Fischer. "Get some rest." She moves off to check on some of the other lads.

"Sure thing," Fischer smiles and leans back best as he can. He'll close his eyes with a little sigh, resigning himself to being useless for awhile. Unless someone needs a giant, German paperweight.

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