Lukas Glockner / Driver
Lukas grudgingly disengaged and sat down against the tank, slowly beginning to calm down. As he did, the driver gave his report.
"Ma'am! We were trying to drive over that..." He pointed to the hill that the Siegfried sat at the bottom of.
"That hill. H-half way up the hill, I had to give the tank more gas to keep us moving, but... but I started to hear a grinding and grumbling sound coming from the engine. S-some of our older tanks do that as well, Ma'am, so I didn't think anything of it, but then th-there was a loud snapping sound and the tank lost all power. I think something went wrong with the gearings or transmission." The driver's speech was quick and shaky. He was clearly nervous at having to explain his failure to a superior officer, especially after one of the other crew in the tank had gone completely ballistic on him.
Lukas listened in for the mean time while he slowly simmered down. The driver's report was accurate, but failed to take into account that they had instructed him to report any strange noises that he heard the engine making. It probably wouldn't have changed anything if he had reported it, and the driver's logic was sound, but the fact that something went wrong and he DIDN'T inform them immediately meant that he had suddenly become the target for Lukas' ire. As he slowly came to his senses, Lukas started to realize that he may have over reacted when exploding on the poor driver. Maybe. Just a touch. Just a little. Slightly.
@Slypheed Evan Carn
Evan was surprised at the sudden order to head back to base, especially when it would take until the next day for him to complete a round trip.
"Alright, but uh-" He was cut off by the rest of the discussions and shrugged his shoulders. Oh well.
"Alright, understood. Should be back by tomorrow morning." With that, he headed off to the APC and began to help Hunt unload. Several packs and kit bags later, the APC was significantly lighter and ready to set out.
"That looks about all of it, eh?" "Alright Carn, you're good to go on my end," was the reply he got. Evan leaned against the APC while he waited for his new co-pilot to get ready.
"Alright then. It's probably gonna take at least a day to make the trip. You want anything, lover-boy? Could probably pilfer a few things from the fort before coming back." He eyed the young man's wounds as well.
"And are ya sure you don't need to nab any more medical supplies from the back? Gonna need to take a look at that wound before it gets infected."Once the two had finished talking, Evan climbed behind the wheel of the APC and waited for Glaive to show up. When she did, he motioned her in and spoke up.
"Ya sure you want to come with, girly? It's going to take the better part of a day just to get to Fort Breda. I'm sure I could rope Bons into coming if you don't want to. Not like that boy likes chatting with the squad much anyways."What ever her answer, the APC was ready to go. They'd be leaving shortly.
@Kitsune @ZarkunLilly Jatmoore
"Assistance would be nice. Treating this one isn't easy for a single person."That was all the invitation she needed. Though Lilly still wasn't exactly a miracle worker as a medic, she had started to get the hang of it and was at least able to provide the assistance Ms. Skye needed. It took a few minutes of hard work, but the two were eventually able to get the man stabilized. There was still work to do, however. With the most serious of the wounded stabalized, the pair set about treating the less seriously wounded and (much to Lilly's dismay) moving the dead to another room and covering them in sheets. Having to actually touch a dead body and move the corpses shook Lilly up a little, reminding her yet again of the horrors of war.
I wonder if any of them were killed by me... She shook her head to clear out the unpleasant thoughts, before heading back to the main room with Skye. All of the imperial wounded had been taken care of, and it seemed that a good portion of them would survive, but what about their squad?
"All of the imperials seem to be in stable condition, Ms. Skye, but we should probably check on our own squad too. Some of them may be nursing wounds from the fight as well if a proper engineer has not been able to see them yet."With that, Lilly left the building and began to seek out different squad members, but She hadn't even checked to see if Skye was following her on the way out. It was safe to say she was more than a little scatterbrained at the moment, her dirtiness, her dissatisfaction with her medical abilities, and the lingering unpleasantness from having to move the corpses all weighed upon her mind.
The first person she bumped into (almost litterally) was Private Glaive. She seemed to be in a hurry, however, and Lilly hadn't spotted any wounds on her, so she kept walking. The second group she spotted was Private Durandal and the group of lancers that were with her for the battle. Greeting them, Lilly asked
"Hello, Ms. Durandal. Was anyone in your group wounded? Ms. Muller? How did all of you fair? We are checking on the squad and providing preliminary medical care until we are organized in such a way that the engineers can take a better look at everyone." The lancers apparently hadn't gotten much in the way of return fire, probably due to their abilities to fire from a fair distance, and none of them seemed to be injured. Looking over her shoulder, Lilly saw that Skye had apparently taken the initiative to talk to another group Lilly had overlooked, so she felt like she might be able to spare a moment to chat.
"... That aside, how did both of you fair in the battle? It seemed to go much more smoothly than the previous one." After the trio talked for a few minutes, Lilly decided it would be best to move on and keep checking other soldiers for wounds. Waving goodbye to them for the time being, she started to walk away, but felt like something was missing... like she had forgotten to do something...
A sudden wave of realization washed over her, sending Lilly sprinting back to the lancers.
"Miss Durandal, I'm busy right now, but would it be possible to talk with you later? I have something I'd like to ask you." She had been meaning to ask this for some time: Regan had looked slightly... off for the majority of the operation. It made sense, her squad had been killed after all, but Lilly still wanted to check in on her and make sure everything was alright (or if there was anything she could do if it wasn't). After receiving her answer, Lilly headed back out to visit the rest of the squad.
@BytheSpleen @CirusArvennicusCaptain Meulemann
"Sir! We're two hours out from the coach house, and the men are ready for battle." A young PFC who had been charged with checking the status of the armoured column ran up and gave his report to Captain Meulemann during one of their few rest stops. A collection of Gallian medium tanks and tank destroyers from the army and militia were slowly making their way across the country in preparation for the assault on the city of Vasel, with the Captain sitting (rather uncomfortably) in the lead vehicle. An hour ago they had passed through the mined crossroads that Squad 4 had been assigned to secure, and after finding them empty, pressed on. It seemed like the squad had moved up to it's secondary objectives as planned.
"Excellent work lad, but please dispense with the saluting. We're in hostile territory now, and I would much appreciate not having the snipers pay any more attention to me than they already do." Now then... Tarquin unfolded a map and began to concoct a battle plan. If fortune favoured them, Squad 4 or one of the other units would have already taken the coach house, clearing the way for their assault. From there, they would press into the city from it's flank, forming the southern part of the pincer attack that would hopefully push the imperials back and take the pressure off of Randgriz. Beside him, a certain Corporal was looking at the map with him.
"Come to think of it, Helfer, you fought along side squad four during our... disorganized retreat from Rhinehiem before being transfered, did you not? You might encounter some old friends at the coach house."@Skepic
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