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Post by Sophie on Feb 21, 2021 22:33:03 GMT -5
Aoi's voice was strained as she stood and glared at the two of them. She stood off the ground and exhaled heavily. "*First* Lieutenant, Territorial." She spat out weakly. "We've captured two royalist soldiers and one officer. The officer is pinned beneath some rubble inside of the armory. Every single bit of gear in the armory is officially Kumosenkan property and will be sent directly to the high command for investigation. The prisoners are to be handled with extreme care. We have a lot of questions for them. If they wake up then..." She paused thinking for a moment. An idea came to mind. She took out three syringes of morphine from her pack. She emptied the morphine onto the ground and stuck the needles into her fang and extracted the neurotoxin within her body. A thick, viscous, yellow liquid filled each of the syringes. "If they wake up then stick them with these. It should knock them out for a minimum of twenty-four hours."
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Post by StaolDerg on Feb 22, 2021 7:38:42 GMT -5
"Apologies, First Lieutenant," the chastised officer quickly returned, both Territorials quietly taking the needles with unspoken unease. Their attitude towards the venom was concealed, but not hard to decipher as they straightened and returned to parade rest. "Very well. We can arrange to have all equipment brought directly to the transports and the prisoners' movements. Do you need medical extraction back to the base?"
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Post by Sophie on Feb 22, 2021 17:20:30 GMT -5
Aoi took a private comfort in the territorial's discomfort. An act that she considered extremely normal brought them a level of primal fear. She couldn't help but slightly smile as she spoke again. "Many of us do. Three of my marines are seriously wounded." As she was speaking A corporal, Kataoka, approached her. "Two are seriously wounded. Specialist Hayashi passed away from her wounds." Aoi's joy faded instantly. She let one of her subordinates die on her watch. It was the first time anyone under her died. Her voice shook a bit, "We'll need medical extraction for three. One, shot in the leg, another shot in the stomach, and I was stabbed in my abdomen."
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Post by StaolDerg on Feb 22, 2021 21:53:25 GMT -5
The Terriotorials wasted no time in acting, immediately loading up the wounded on the improvised stretchers and carrying them back through the foliage in groups of four through the trees towards the outpost so they could be delivered to the military hospital for more intensive care. The soldiers did their best to make the marines comfortable as they moved rapidly away, other soldiers delving into the bunker itself to gather military information. A number of commissars, their clothing distinct by the visor caps they wore, supervised the loading to ensure that nothing was left, nor that anything was smuggled away. The enemy military equipment itself was carried by the Territorials as several unfolded or improvised flat-bed haversacks of rope and planks to carry several cases and crates at once. Both the lieutenant and Qasvi made themselves busy with the cleanup of the area, making sure that the weapons of the dead were confiscated and every wall and cranny was scrutinized for hidden safes or strongboxes.
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