The Destroyermen

[Trainbrain16]

"Sight lines are probably obscured, they can't see us and we can't see 'em again though the suddenness of the silence may speak otherwise either way we are alive for now. Let's get these shells to the gun just in case and see what else we can do." Adrian walked along with Isaac keeping his true thoughts to himself, Adrian felt that they may have just traded one hell for another but what this new hell held was a mystery to him.

Isaac nodded in agreement as he headed out onto the foredeck with Adrian and the shell he was carrying. It was then that he noticed something very strange. Instead of the comforting, drumming rain on the deck, a shocking... silence... stunned his senses. He heard surprised shouts on the foredeck, but for a moment there was nothing else. He spun to look past the deckhouse. As the rest of the ship... materialized out of the greenness behind them, he began to hear it--the ship itself. The reassuring thunder of the blowers as they roared into being, the shouted obscenities of the number two gun crew amidships. On and on, until he heard the tumult as far away as the fantail. But other than the increasingly alarmed voices of the crew, the normal sounds of the ship, and the loud ringing in his ears caused by the din of battle, there was nothing.
But there was rain. The rain he'd expected to pound the ship at that very moment was there--but it wasn't falling. It just hung there, suspended. Motionless. He raised a hand in wonder amid the pandemonium, waved it through the teardrop shapes, and felt their wetness on his hand. He moved out from under the shelter of the deck above and felt the rain as he moved through it, saw it wet the ship as their forward motion carried them along. "Umm... what the fuck?..." he said, tugging absently at Adrian's shirt sleeve. "Adrian... you're not the only one seeing this... right?..."

 

[Dakota K5]

Isaac nodded in agreement as he headed out onto the foredeck with Adrian and the shell he was carrying. It was then that he noticed something very strange. Instead of the comforting, drumming rain on the deck, a shocking... silence... stunned his senses. He heard surprised shouts on the foredeck, but for a moment there was nothing else. He spun to look past the deckhouse. As the rest of the ship... materialized out of the greenness behind them, he began to hear it--the ship itself. The reassuring thunder of the blowers as they roared into being, the shouted obscenities of the number two gun crew amidships. On and on, until he heard the tumult as far away as the fantail. But other than the increasingly alarmed voices of the crew, the normal sounds of the ship, and the loud ringing in his ears caused by the din of battle, there was nothing.
But there was rain. The rain he'd expected to pound the ship at that very moment was there--but it wasn't falling. It just hung there, suspended. Motionless. He raised a hand in wonder amid the pandemonium, waved it through the teardrop shapes, and felt their wetness on his hand. He moved out from under the shelter of the deck above and felt the rain as he moved through it, saw it wet the ship as their forward motion carried them along. "Umm... what the fuck?..." he said, tugging absently at Adrian's shirt sleeve. "Adrian... you're not the only one seeing this... right?..."

"Yes and this is something for the OSS not enlisted men like you and I Isaac." Adrian reached out with his hand and caught a drop on his finger and watched as it ran down his hand. "Seems to go back to normal once we interact with it, and what ever we just came out of had to be highly charged if it stopped the physical motion of the rain." Isaac looked at Adrian sideways. "I'm a marine but that doesn't mean i'm ignorant, a degree meant a higher pay check during the depression. Either way we need to find the Captain and get orders though they will most likely be getting the wounded treated I fear we may have not seen the last of the Jap ships, if we came through then they could have too." Adrian said as they continued to move through the "rain".

 

[Trainbrain16]

"Yes and this is something for the OSS not enlisted men like you and I Isaac." Adrian reached out with his hand and caught a drop on his finger and watched as it ran down his hand. "Seems to go back to normal once we interact with it, and what ever we just came out of had to be highly charged if it stopped the physical motion of the rain." Isaac looked at Adrian sideways. "I'm a marine but that doesn't mean i'm ignorant, a degree meant a higher pay check during the depression. Either way we need to find the Captain and get orders though they will most likely be getting the wounded treated I fear we may have not seen the last of the Jap ships, if we came through then they could have too." Adrian said as they continued to move through the "rain".

(You think that's a mindfuck? Get a load of this shit.)

The initial shock was just starting to give way to and almost panicky incredulity and Isaac was about to respond when Walker's screws "ran away," like when the left the water in really rough seas. The sound lasted only a few seconds--at least Brad "Spanky" McFarlane was still on the job--but it drew Isaac over to the rail and drew his gaze downwards. He blinked in uncomprehending astonishment. The sea was gone. Down as far as he could see, past the boot topping, past the growth-encrusted red paint of the hull, into the limitless black nothingness below, were only uncountable billions of raindrops suspended in air. Before the enormity of it could even register, the deck dropped from under his feet and a terrible pressure built in his ears. Isaac grabbed the railing and pushed himself down to the wooden planks of the deck--anything to maintain contact with something real. What he'd just seen couldn't possibly be. His stomach heaved and he retched uncontrollably. He heard the sounds of others doing the same as the sensation of falling intensified. Then there began a low-pitched whine, building slowly like a dry bearing about to fail. It built up and built up until it became torment. The pressure increased too. His eyes felt like they were being pushed into their sockets, but he saw that nobody else on the foredeck was on their feet save for him and Adrian. All the others were crawling around amid empty shell casings, or trying to hold onto something as if they, like he, felt they would fly away from the ship like a feather if they let go. And all around there was nothing but the wet, greenish void. The screeching whine continued to grow until it drowned out even the terribly noisy blowers. He held his hands over his ears with his arm linked through the railing, but it made no difference. Again he fought the urge to vomit.
Abruptly, with terrifying suddenness, the deck swooped up beneath him like a roller coaster reaching the bottom of a dip and then rocketing upward. With a thunderous roar, the raindrops that had remained poised for what could have been only moments, plummeted down and became the deluge they should have been from the start. Exhausted from straining against the impossibly contradictory sensations of weightlessness and gravity, the veteran pilot collapsed to the deck and stared numbly out at the now perfectly normal--if still oddly green--squall. Walker coasted along, her engines stopped, losing way on the rain-filled sea.

 

[Dakota K5]

(You think that's a mindfuck? Get a load of this shit.)

The initial shock was just starting to give way to and almost panicky incredulity and Isaac was about to respond when Walker's screws "ran away," like when the left the water in really rough seas. The sound lasted only a few seconds--at least Brad "Spanky" McFarlane was still on the job--but it drew Isaac over to the rail and drew his gaze downwards. He blinked in uncomprehending astonishment. The sea was gone. Down as far as he could see, past the boot topping, past the growth-encrusted red paint of the hull, into the limitless black nothingness below, were only uncountable billions of raindrops suspended in air. Before the enormity of it could even register, the deck dropped from under his feet and a terrible pressure built in his ears. Isaac grabbed the railing and pushed himself down to the wooden planks of the deck--anything to maintain contact with something real. What he'd just seen couldn't possibly be. His stomach heaved and he retched uncontrollably. He heard the sounds of others doing the same as the sensation of falling intensified. Then there began a low-pitched whine, building slowly like a dry bearing about to fail. It built up and built up until it became torment. The pressure increased too. His eyes felt like they were being pushed into their sockets, but he saw that nobody else on the foredeck was on their feet save for him and Adrian. All the others were crawling around amid empty shell casings, or trying to hold onto something as if they, like he, felt they would fly away from the ship like a feather if they let go. And all around there was nothing but the wet, greenish void. The screeching whine continued to grow until it drowned out even the terribly noisy blowers. He held his hands over his ears with his arm linked through the railing, but it made no difference. Again he fought the urge to vomit.
Abruptly, with terrifying suddenness, the deck swooped up beneath him like a roller coaster reaching the bottom of a dip and then rocketing upward. With a thunderous roar, the raindrops that had remained poised for what could have been only moments, plummeted down and became the deluge they should have been from the start. Exhausted from straining against the impossibly contradictory sensations of weightlessness and gravity, the veteran pilot collapsed to the deck and stared numbly out at the now perfectly normal--if still oddly green--squall. Walker coasted along, her engines stopped, losing way on the rain-filled sea.

Adrian was drenched from the now falling rain, he had fared better than the others on deck but he still dropped to his knees. He crawled to Isaac and pulled him into an open corridor and looked him over. "Nothing major, mostly shock." Adrian thought to himself. "Isaac get yourself together we still have our wounded brothers in arms to help and that drop probably fucked them right and good if their wounds weren't doing it for them." Adrian stood leaving Isaac to recover himself as he walked out into deck and got the attention of the sailors on the deck. "SAILORS OF THE WALKER WE HAVE WOUNDED ON THIS SHIP, WE NEED TO GET THEM TO MEDBAY FIRST BEFORE WE FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED." Adrian moved past the sailors as he moved to the damaged sections of the ship to find any living men.

 

[Trainbrain16]

Adrian was drenched from the now falling rain, he had fared better than the others on deck but he still dropped to his knees. He crawled to Isaac and pulled him into an open corridor and looked him over. "Nothing major, mostly shock." Adrian thought to himself. "Isaac get yourself together we still have our wounded brothers in arms to help and that drop probably fucked them right and good if their wounds weren't doing it for them." Adrian stood leaving Isaac to recover himself as he walked out into deck and got the attention of the sailors on the deck. "SAILORS OF THE WALKER WE HAVE WOUNDED ON THIS SHIP, WE NEED TO GET THEM TO MEDBAY FIRST BEFORE WE FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED." Adrian moved past the sailors as he moved to the damaged sections of the ship to find any living men.

Isaac soon managed to recover himself and stood shakily, looking to Adrian and then around the rest of the foredeck before following Adrian aft towards where the most damage had occurred. It appeared that most of the crew was stumbling back to their stations, and the few that weren't were indeed helping with the wounded. In their confusion, it seemed, they sought the comfort of their responsibilities. Then he remembered seeing the bridge get hammered just before they reached the squall and seeing a lot of blood go flying. "Wait, Fowler," he said urgently. "The ship's bridge got seriously pounded just before we hit that... whatever the fuck we just hit. The captain and the rest of the bridge crew might be the first ones we need to get to the wardroom and to those nurses."

 

[Dakota K5]

Isaac soon managed to recover himself and stood shakily, looking to Adrian and then around the rest of the foredeck before following Adrian aft towards where the most damage had occurred. It appeared that most of the crew was stumbling back to their stations, and the few that weren't were indeed helping with the wounded. In their confusion, it seemed, they sought the comfort of their responsibilities. Then he remembered seeing the bridge get hammered just before they reached the squall and seeing a lot of blood go flying. "Wait, Fowler," he said urgently. "The ship's bridge got seriously pounded just before we hit that... whatever the fuck we just hit. The captain and the rest of the bridge crew might be the first ones we need to get to the wardroom and to those nurses."

(He never said his last name to Isaac....therefore.)

"You take some men to the crew decks that were hit and i'll head to the bridge." Adrian said as he changed his direction to the bridge, he passed many men that were still dazed from the event a few minutes before but none seemed hurt. He made it to the bridge but the sight wasn't promising, the metal of the walls' were shredded and bent at odd angles and he saw one man who's face was shredded and un moving. "Anyone alive in here, i'm here to help but you need to tell me, I can't see anyone so call to me." Adrian ordered to any wounded or trapped in the bridge.

 

[Trainbrain16]

(He never said his last name to Isaac....therefore.)

"You take some men to the crew decks that were hit and i'll head to the bridge." Adrian said as he changed his direction to the bridge, he passed many men that were still dazed from the event a few minutes before but none seemed hurt. He made it to the bridge but the sight wasn't promising, the metal of the walls' were shredded and bent at odd angles and he saw one man who's face was shredded and un moving. "Anyone alive in here, i'm here to help but you need to tell me, I can't see anyone so call to me." Adrian ordered to any wounded or trapped in the bridge.

(Omg, lmao! I was thinking that he'd have been told what Adrian's full name was when he was first told to go get him. Btw, there would have actually been quite a few people standing on the bridge)

Dirk had been standing by the helm and must've just finished shouting "Damage report!" because his XO had already started listing off reports as they came in. One of the other officers motioned for Adrian to come over to where he was trying to stem the bleeding on helmsman Flowers' chest.
"Foreward fireroom's out of action, and the fires are out in the aft fireroom. We took a lot of hits forward and there's lots of casualties. Which really sucks because Doc's dead. He was working on Rodriguez when a shell came through and just... took him apart. Lots of the wounded in the wardroom got massacred, and one of the nurses is dead, don't know which one. She was standing next to Doc. Mr. Garrett reports one dead and two wounded on the fire control platform and he thinks Mr. Rogers is dead. There's... blood running down the mast from the crow's nest and he sounds a little rough."

 

[Dakota K5]

(Omg, lmao! I was thinking that he'd have been told what Adrian's full name was when he was first told to go get him. Btw, there would have actually been quite a few people standing on the bridge)

Dirk had been standing by the helm and must've just finished shouting "Damage report!" because his XO had already started listing off reports as they came in. One of the other officers motioned for Adrian to come over to where he was trying to stem the bleeding on helmsman Flowers' chest.
"Foreward fireroom's out of action, and the fires are out in the aft fireroom. We took a lot of hits forward and there's lots of casualties. Which really sucks because Doc's dead. He was working on Rodriguez when a shell came through and just... took him apart. Lots of the wounded in the wardroom got massacred, and one of the nurses is dead, don't know which one. She was standing next to Doc. Mr. Garrett reports one dead and two wounded on the fire control platform and he thinks Mr. Rogers is dead. There's... blood running down the mast from the crow's nest and he sounds a little rough."

(Assuming their is smoke and he couldn't see at first.)

He held on tight to any anger, sadness or anticipation, if it was Connie that was dead then Adrian would have to put another notch for his dead friends on his rifle if his rifle was still intact. "You need to get someone up to the crow's nest then either to help the man up there or get his body down before any birds come, if we made it through a jap ship could've as well and I'd rather we avoid open conflict with them again and any birds looking for an easy meal with smell the rot and find us and they wouldn't be hard to spot. I had some men who were without direction scour the more damaged areas of the ship for survivors though I don't expect them to find much more that parts." Adrian looked over the bleeding man below the two of them and saw the clouded look in his eye's, he felt for a pulse and fond none. "He's dead or at least about to be, move to someone else who has a better chance, it's all we can do now." Adrian moved away and helped some of those that were still dazed for the event that had placed them here or were dealing with minor wounds from the battle, within a few minutes his arms, forearms and chest were soaked in blood most from the minor wounds he could help with that refused to stop the bleeding rather than large wounds like the one that had done the man in lying on the ground.

 

[Trainbrain16]

(Assuming their is smoke and he couldn't see at first.)

He held on tight to any anger, sadness or anticipation, if it was Connie that was dead then Adrian would have to put another notch for his dead friends on his rifle if his rifle was still intact. "You need to get someone up to the crow's nest then either to help the man up there or get his body down before any birds come, if we made it through a jap ship could've as well and I'd rather we avoid open conflict with them again and any birds looking for an easy meal with smell the rot and find us and they wouldn't be hard to spot. I had some men who were without direction scour the more damaged areas of the ship for survivors though I don't expect them to find much more that parts." Adrian looked over the bleeding man below the two of them and saw the clouded look in his eye's, he felt for a pulse and fond none. "He's dead or at least about to be, move to someone else who has a better chance, it's all we can do now." Adrian moved away and helped some of those that were still dazed for the event that had placed them here or were dealing with minor wounds from the battle, within a few minutes his arms, forearms and chest were soaked in blood most from the minor wounds he could help with that refused to stop the bleeding rather than large wounds like the one that had done the man in lying on the ground.

"I agree," Dirk said as his XO started getting that organized. "We'll also need to get someone new on the lookout for Mahan and Black Hawk, assuming they made it through. I'm sure the tender could make it, the Japs didn't seem to care about her, but Mahan may already be on the bottom." He paused for a moment, listening to the other reports.
"Radio's out of whack, sir," Radioman Clancy said. "There hasn't been a peep since we entered the squall. Before that there were lots of distant distress calls, merchant ships mostly, under attack and begging for escorts. Just static now, maybe something came unplugged."
"There's water in the paint locker," the damage control chief continued. "But then again there's always water in the paint locker. Probably mostly rain. We got REALLY lucky with the hull--at least below the waterline. Most of the leaks are coming from loosened plates, from near misses. A lot of the shells hit us on flat trajectories and just punched through the upper hull. A few lighter shells exploded. The number three gun's out of action with four men killed, thought the gun itself should be fine... looks like all the big stuff must've been armor=piercing and didn't hit anything substantial enough to make them blow."
He listened a little longer then looked around the bridge and sighed. "Jesus, Skipper, we have a lot of holes."
The cries of alarm on the foredeck began to rise again, but then Dirk heard the booming voice of the Bosun Michael above the tumult and smiled.
"Stow that girlish gab! Where do you think you are? You! Yeah, you, Davis! Stow that shit! Form a detail and clear these goddamn shells! Look at this mess! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL DECK!! You'd think a bunch of goddamn hogs or even snipes been rootin' around up here! I've had scarier fights with the roaches in the wardroom! Quit pukin', Smitty. You sound like a frog!"

 

[Dakota K5]

"I agree," Dirk said as his XO started getting that organized. "We'll also need to get someone new on the lookout for Mahan and Black Hawk, assuming they made it through. I'm sure the tender could make it, the Japs didn't seem to care about her, but Mahan may already be on the bottom." He paused for a moment, listening to the other reports.
"Radio's out of whack, sir," Radioman Clancy said. "There hasn't been a peep since we entered the squall. Before that there were lots of distant distress calls, merchant ships mostly, under attack and begging for escorts. Just static now, maybe something came unplugged."
"There's water in the paint locker," the damage control chief continued. "But then again there's always water in the paint locker. Probably mostly rain. We got REALLY lucky with the hull--at least below the waterline. Most of the leaks are coming from loosened plates, from near misses. A lot of the shells hit us on flat trajectories and just punched through the upper hull. A few lighter shells exploded. The number three gun's out of action with four men killed, thought the gun itself should be fine... looks like all the big stuff must've been armor=piercing and didn't hit anything substantial enough to make them blow."
He listened a little longer then looked around the bridge and sighed. "Jesus, Skipper, we have a lot of holes."
The cries of alarm on the foredeck began to rise again, but then Dirk heard the booming voice of the Bosun Michael above the tumult and smiled.
"Stow that girlish gab! Where do you think you are? You! Yeah, you, Davis! Stow that shit! Form a detail and clear these goddamn shells! Look at this mess! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL DECK!! You'd think a bunch of goddamn hogs or even snipes been rootin' around up here! I've had scarier fights with the roaches in the wardroom! Quit pukin', Smitty. You sound like a frog!"

"Sir, we need to make landfall or at least make for shallows because your ship is going to be doing a great impression of a submarine in the next few days. I just hope where ever we land is friendly to us because it would be some bullshit to make landfall on a jap controlled island after all the shit we just went through." Adrian said to the Captain as he looked out towards the horizon, Adrian realized that he was more than likely going to need his weapons sooner rather than latter. He left the bridge and down to the crew quarters, his bunk area was rocked and displaces but he found his bag, he undid the zipper and saw several things the first was the parts for his M1 Garand and he slowly set to work putting the weapon back together piece by piece, the stock had 20 notches on one side each one for a friend taken by the war. The next thing was a M1911 pistol, it was weighted more than normal 1911's with an engraving on the left side of the slide that read The sword while on the other side it read The shield. The final thing in the bag was the only thing he had of his father, a relic from the last war, a 1918 pattern trench knife. Adrian made sure his weapons were clean and ready before he put on his combat attire, he was ready finally, he could feel his area of "expertise" would be needed soon.

 

[Trainbrain16]

"Sir, we need to make landfall or at least make for shallows because your ship is going to be doing a great impression of a submarine in the next few days. I just hope where ever we land is friendly to us because it would be some bullshit to make landfall on a jap controlled island after all the shit we just went through." Adrian said to the Captain as he looked out towards the horizon, Adrian realized that he was more than likely going to need his weapons sooner rather than latter. He left the bridge and down to the crew quarters, his bunk area was rocked and displaces but he found his bag, he undid the zipper and saw several things the first was the parts for his M1 Garand and he slowly set to work putting the weapon back together piece by piece, the stock had 20 notches on one side each one for a friend taken by the war. The next thing was a M1911 pistol, it was weighted more than normal 1911's with an engraving on the left side of the slide that read The sword while on the other side it read The shield. The final thing in the bag was the only thing he had of his father, a relic from the last war, a 1918 pattern trench knife. Adrian made sure his weapons were clean and ready before he put on his combat attire, he was ready finally, he could feel his area of "expertise" would be needed soon.

"That's a good idea, Mr. Fowler," Dirk said. "I agree, we'll figure out where we are as soon as we leave this squall and set a course for wherever seems to be simultaneously the closest piece of friendly soil to us and the farthest away from the Japs behind us, then make whatever repairs we can there, then get the absolute hell out of the Malay barrier. I think Australia will be our best hope for a final destination, fuel-wise and safety-wise." It was a long while before Walker managed to regain steam pressure, even after the squall had passed over them, and even then it was only on the starboard shaft.
(Did you see the message I sent you?)

 

[Dakota K5]

"That's a good idea, Mr. Fowler," Dirk said. "I agree, we'll figure out where we are as soon as we leave this squall and set a course for wherever seems to be simultaneously the closest piece of friendly soil to us and the farthest away from the Japs behind us, then make whatever repairs we can there, then get the absolute hell out of the Malay barrier. I think Australia will be our best hope for a final destination, fuel-wise and safety-wise." It was a long while before Walker managed to regain steam pressure, even after the squall had passed over them, and even then it was only on the starboard shaft.
(Did you see the message I sent you?)

Adrian walked to the medbay at a sedate pace, he descended the stairs into the area and was met by two things, first was the smell of death all to familiar to the Marine and the second were the bodies covered in white sheets on the floor. He slid to the floor unresponsive as his mind carried away to the sight of his fellow marines dead back in the Philippines a year earlier, his rifle felt much heavier with it's notches now.

 

[Trainbrain16]

Adrian walked to the medbay at a sedate pace, he descended the stairs into the area and was met by two things, first was the smell of death all to familiar to the Marine and the second were the bodies covered in white sheets on the floor. He slid to the floor unresponsive as his mind carried away to the sight of his fellow marines dead back in the Philippines a year earlier, his rifle felt much heavier with it's notches now.

Connie rushed over to his side and caught him as he fell, managing to completely hold him up from hitting the floor which was something one would not think her short, slender frame was capable of doing. "If I have to fix you three times in the same fucking day..." she muttered as she helped him to a chair. "What the hell's wrong with you now?"

 

[Dakota K5]

Connie rushed over to his side and caught him as he fell, managing to completely hold him up from hitting the floor which was something one would not think her short, slender frame was capable of doing. "If I have to fix you three times in the same fucking day..." she muttered as she helped him to a chair. "What the hell's wrong with you now?"

"We were on patrol, my whole squad and I we were sent out when the Japanese invaded the Philippines. I was the oldest of the group and they all looked to me for guidance, I told them we would all make it I mean what else could I have said they were just kids barley 18. Jackson went first, a sniper round took him in the temple...his blood and skull fragments splattered my face and chest as he fell, we dropped to the ground as the incoming fire intensified and I watched as they were killed. Sanders was next, he tried to make a run back to get help but he caught a round to his back and we had to listen to his yells as he called for his mama while he sobbed. Then Lerke was his by a mortar, their wasn't much left of him. Finally Jennings and me were left and he and I stood to make a run but as we ran he stepped behind me catching a bullet meant for me, as he twisted he knocked me over and fell into my arms and as I watched the life ebb away from his eye's he said you said we would make it Adrian before he died. I don't remember what happened after that but I woke up in a field hospital with their bodies under sheets like those." Adrian said with a hallow dead tone as he pointed to the bodies covered in the white sheets on the medbay floor.

 

[Trainbrain16]

"We were on patrol, my whole squad and I we were sent out when the Japanese invaded the Philippines. I was the oldest of the group and they all looked to me for guidance, I told them we would all make it I mean what else could I have said they were just kids barley 18. Jackson went first, a sniper round took him in the temple...his blood and skull fragments splattered my face and chest as he fell, we dropped to the ground as the incoming fire intensified and I watched as they were killed. Sanders was next, he tried to make a run back to get help but he caught a round to his back and we had to listen to his yells as he called for his mama while he sobbed. Then Lerke was his by a mortar, their wasn't much left of him. Finally Jennings and me were left and he and I stood to make a run but as we ran he stepped behind me catching a bullet meant for me, as he twisted he knocked me over and fell into my arms and as I watched the life ebb away from his eye's he said you said we would make it Adrian before he died. I don't remember what happened after that but I woke up in a field hospital with their bodies under sheets like those." Adrian said with a hallow dead tone as he pointed to the bodies covered in the white sheets on the medbay floor.

Connie frowned and sighed, shaking her head a bit. "I'm sorry about that, Adrian, but that was then and this is now. I've already lost quite a few good men here, plus Doc and one of my own girls. If you're gonna be here, you're gonna need to help, understood?"

 

[Dakota K5]

Connie frowned and sighed, shaking her head a bit. "I'm sorry about that, Adrian, but that was then and this is now. I've already lost quite a few good men here, plus Doc and one of my own girls. If you're gonna be here, you're gonna need to help, understood?"

"I won't be much help other than ferrying supplies and people to here." He said in his now monotone voice. "I think I saw some medical supplies near the crew quarters, I will go retrieve it." He continued as he stood and walked out of the door at the top of the stairs where he saw Isaac.

"Follow." He said to the pilot as they made their way to the area Adrian saw the supplies, it was a small room adjacent to the crew area. The door was hanging on by only a bolt that was easy enough to pry off. "Issac, we need to start getting some of these things to the medbay I feel as though they may run out of essential things like sterile bandages and morphine."

 

[Trainbrain16]

"I won't be much help other than ferrying supplies and people to here." He said in his now monotone voice. "I think I saw some medical supplies near the crew quarters, I will go retrieve it." He continued as he stood and walked out of the door at the top of the stairs where he saw Isaac.

"Follow." He said to the pilot as they made their way to the area Adrian saw the supplies, it was a small room adjacent to the crew area. The door was hanging on by only a bolt that was easy enough to pry off. "Issac, we need to start getting some of these things to the medbay I feel as though they may run out of essential things like sterile bandages and morphine."

Isaac nodded and followed after Adrian, grabbing an arm full of supplies when they got to the storage locker.

 

[Dakota K5]

Isaac nodded and followed after Adrian, grabbing an arm full of supplies when they got to the storage locker.

"How did the search for survivors go friend?" Adrian asked as they made their way along the deck towards the medbay.

 

[Trainbrain16]

"How did the search for survivors go friend?" Adrian asked as they made their way along the deck towards the medbay.

"Pretty well, actually," Isaac said. "Only twenty dead so far, and most of them were the wounded that got killed by that shell in the wardroom. The others that are wounded are mainly concussions, minor shrapnel, and other small stuff."

 

[Dakota K5]

"Pretty well, actually," Isaac said. "Only twenty dead so far, and most of them were the wounded that got killed by that shell in the wardroom. The others that are wounded are mainly concussions, minor shrapnel, and other small stuff."

"Well that's better than what I was expecting from the engagement we were in, you have any firearms you know how to use because I feel as though we will need them soon." Adrian said as they entered the med bay and set the supplies down on a side wall with no wounded on it.