[FFRP] Kidaroc Myths: A Fighting Chance

[Sailor Ganymede]

"Well I guess I am now. Those stupid boys left me for dead. Sorry to trouble you, but it's hard to put clothes on when you only have one arm. By the way, my name is Alana Ashley Albert. You can just call me Alana if you wish to. Thanks a lot for helping me out here." Alana says as she smiles and bows.

"So where do I go from here?" Alana asked as she surveyed the outfit she picked out.

"How do I look anyway? What's your name?" Alana asked.

(I still have my swords don't I? I'm thinking I do but I just want to make sure.)

[muffinstud]

Dan is eating part of an MRE* and sees Julian walk off. Not one to let procedure go to the wayside, he takes his peanut butter crackers and starts following Julian. "Hey man, buddy system. Don't just go wandering off, we're still in a hot zone here."

*Meal Ready to Eat- a meal in a pouch that contains all the calories a person may need for an entire day.

[Mystic Mina]

Ashton lets out a grunt of frustration when he realizes that the room doesn't have a drop of antidote. The only thing that's even remotely useful to them is the scanner....

"Well, might as well...." He grumbles. "You go ahead and use it first, since you seem to be the most affected."

[Shadowmaster]

"I...guess." Ken says as he walks over to the machine. He activates it, dreading the result.

[Knight Errant]

Julian grabs a portable radio, glances at Dan, and says.

"Mind your own business... This has been a long day and I want to be left alone. Got it?"

He starts walking away.

[Sam]

*Arthur gets off of his bed and heads to the bathroom

When are we going to fight again? This peaceful mood is causing me to become bored again....

[Mendi-chan]

Wandering around the camp, Max searches for any sort of make-shift infirmary or some sort of medical facility around. "Dang it... I definitely over did it with my hands." he thought silently as he continued looking, "Unless these get treated soon with some real attention than I may end up loosing these suckers.

[muffinstud]

Dan raises a quizzical eyebrow at Julian and shakes his head in disapproval. He walks back to the trucks and mumbles to himself in between bites. "This is why we're losing. No unit cohesion. We should all be brothers, but we're just a bunch of scared little boys." He jumps in the back of his transport and lays down on the truck bed.

[Knight Errant]

Boys... some of them were almost as bad. He only really liked his fellow snipers. They knew what it was like... nothing but you and the enemy... no orders blaring at you, no shoulder to shoulder with other saps like you being used as cannon fodder...

But mainly, he didnt like the "procedure" crap Dan went on about. As if it mattered... as if anything mattered.

He goes away to a dark corner, turns on the radio, and starts scanning the frequencies. Avoiding the ones he knew that the boys military used.

"Is anyone out there... Can anyone hear me? I want to talk..."

He knew about radios. There was no way to track a radio signal anywhere. It was impossible.

Even so, he knew his superiors would probably freak at what he was doing. Hence why he was in a dark corner.

[Brnin8r]

The platoon leader nods, "Your dad was in the military huh? What was your first battle? Not this one right?"

The machine whirs to life, bringing up dates a year ago and one from six months ago. Ken's connected to all types of little wires stuck to his body in vital places and to fiberoptic scanners attend to his temples. The boys have more advanced scanners that are smaller, but they're at the home base. The machine take a few minutes but eventuall spits out a few data modules.

Physical: 40% *DORMANT* *S-l---l- --o-r-s-in-*
Mental: 2% *NON RESPONSIVE*
DANGER. Exercise caution on battlefield. Further exposure may caus- 01000100 01100101 01100001 01110100 ********
||ERROR||

((Um...Sam?...Do you even know what Sociopath means?))

As a medic finishes surveying everyone's injuries, he comes to Max, "How're your hands doing? Still locked up?" he grabs them suddenly, causing slight pain up Max's arms, "There's not much we can do right now except ice them until we get to the base." He hands Max some gloves that have ice packs in the palm and on the back of them. "They should help some."

A garbled transmission followed Julian's hail, "Roge-...can hea- you --rt -f...w--t'- y-ur posi..."

***
((No, your weapons were confiscated at the battlefield, they're being held until tomorrow morning))
The girl shrugs, "It's what we do Alana. We always need to help eachother out. You'll be sleeping in the group holding until tomorrow where you'll either be oriented to a new station or you'll be sent in for surgery on that arm." the girl steps back, "You look a lot better than you did, and my names Rachel."

[Haylie]

Shawn scratches at his short crew-cut hair.

"This was my first real all-out battle, sir. Most of the others were just minor things, and I was strictly a vehicle tech. I never got much field time, sir. But someone important must have seen my explosives scorecard, and I got moved. Sir."

He glances around the side of the truck to see a brother lying in the back of it.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

[Mystic Mina]

"C'mon, c'mon! Work!" Ashton shouts at the machine, but the hunk of metal scrap remained silent. It looks like it wasn't going to be usable for a while.... "$%#&! Can't even check our progress anymore."

He runs a hand through his girlish hair and lets out a deep, long sigh. No antidotes, no scanner, nothing. All they could do now was wait as the inevitable happened. Well, might as well do something to pass the time....

"So, you're the one who tried to grab the 'nade, huh?" He says to Ken as he takes a seat down on the table he had woken up from. "That was pretty damn brave of you. Too bad you have to pay for it like this.... You don't even know what you look like now, do you?"

[Sailor Ganymede]

(Oh okay. I was just wondering. Thanks for letting me know.)

Alana looks towards Rachel and smiles. "Thanks, I really appreciate the help. Also it's nice to meet you Rachel." Alana says.

"So which way is the group holding area?" Alana asks.

[Knight Errant]

((Well I found out a bit about operating a HAM, found out I started horribly wrong. But then again he would. Where is he, anyway? The location? You need the region for a real call sign heh...))

He actually got a reply... he wasnt expecting anything... He checks the call sign on the radio.

Quickly, he speaks again.

"Your transmission isnt clear. Whats your frequency? Over."

He tries to think of what the voice sounded like... a boy or a girl's.

[muffinstud]

Dan sits up. "Nope, not till we're in a decent base anyways." He offers Shawn the candy bar from his MRE. "Here you earned this. From what I hear, you're the one who saved our bacon from that chopper."