2237-10-14 - Patrol Gone Awry

A group of marines out on patrol encounter trouble. A lot of it.

Date: 2237-10-14

Location: Canyon Pass, Sadah, Sagittaron

Related Scenes: None

Plot: Operation: Watchtower

Scene Number: 1485

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Yet more guard duty. But then, such is often the lot in life for marines. Stand here and watch over this place or thing for the next 12 (or 24) hours. Today, however, at least a few of them get a bit of variety in the routine. It's not a simple guard assignment. Patrols must be done on the roads leading to and from the mine entrance. They're a number of kilometers out, now. The canyon walls set sounds to echo every which way and cut out the worst of the harsh sun, though dehydration is still a potential concern.

Having done some scouting ahead earlier, Charlie is back and trudging along as she downs water. Heat, she's used to. Queenstown is a rather warm place. But this dry air is no fun. "It's gonna be weeks after we get off this rock before I get all this sand and dust out of my hair." The downside to her braids.

There are fates worse than patrols, certainly. Being stuck on the tin can of a ship, for one, as far as Gage is concerned. He has an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear, earned after some exchange with the ECO of the raptor that delivered them to the planet. "Just your hair, Wagner?" Yeah, he's grouchy, go figure. It's hot as frak and not a toaster in sight for distraction.

Nicole is walking along without saying much and the rifle tucked in close to a shoulder with the barrel pointed well off to the side. She sighs and mutters, "I hate dry heat." A glance toward Charlie, "I'm with you though, screw this dust." She leans her head down biting the little nozzle and giving a suck on the water stored away in her backpack. Mmm... Warm. So lovely on this hot day.

"The rest, Tomak, is nothing compared to the hair. I'm going to be spending at least a day taking all the braids out and then putting them back in." Charlie affects a dramatic sigh, looking towards the engineer. "Unless you want to help." There's a smirk before she looks up, squinting at the canyon walls. "I'm more nervous about Raiders than Centurions down here. If one of them decides to rain hell on us, we're frakked." Because that's always a lovely thought, innit?

Gage gives a disappointed grunt. Even his cutting remarks are going missed today, and it's not helping with an already sour mood. There's a roll of eyes, about as expressive as he's going to get beyond his usual grunting, before he returns to scanning the very boring, very empty canyon ahead of them.

Counter to his usual character, Noah's been for the most part quiet since mustering on the flight deck for the transport down dirtside. He's paying attention, doesn't seem to be overly distracted, but he's keeping his thoughts to himself, contributing only the sound of boots on grit or the rustle of cloth on skin to the ongoing conversation, his head dipped now and then to mop at perspiration accumulating on his face.
He does pipe up now, though, drawl aloof, offhand, while tightened hazel eyes continually rove the scenery: "Then we'll just have to hope the CAPs are working." He does not sound particularly worried.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Nicole responds to Charlie, then in a bit of a dry tone to follow it up, "I'll help you rebraid it. Oh my Gods. We could make a party out of it. Squee. It would be amazing. Yay." A blink as she looks at Charlie, the corner of her mouth twitching a little. She does turn her eyes upward for the moment though, squinting at the canyon walls before lowering her gaze to start scanning again.

Geoff has been extremely quiet on this patrol, though he's not usually known for being too noisy on patrol. Still, something in his manner speaks to a quiet that nearly approaches being withdrawn. He keeps his hands on his rifle, except for an occasional scratch at his chest. Maybe he's got a bug bite.

<FS3> Gage rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 7 3 2 1 1)

<FS3> Charlie rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 7 6 4 4 3 3 3 2 1)

<FS3> Noah rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 6 3 3 3 2 2 1)

<FS3> Geoff rolls Alertness: Success (6 4 4 4 2 2)

<FS3> Nicole rolls Alertness: Success (8 7 5 3 3 1 1)

"Careful. Hayes might think you're serious. Next thing we know she'll have scrounged up an entire salon somehow." Charlie keeps her hair braided for management reasons. Not for primping and preening! Part of why it's such an annoyance when she has to redo them. The woman fusses, briefly, with her rifle. "I think we all know how reliable air support has been." Mind, that's when they call it in. Not so much for general CAP.

Roughly then, the group hears those tell-tale sounds of Centurions. The whirr and grind of machinery and hydraulics. Geoff and Nicole can't tell quite the direction it's coming from; the canyon walls making sounds bounce and echo. The others, however, can ascertain that it's from somewhere ahead.

Gage gives Nicole a flat sort of look after her words to Charlie. <<If only the Ha'la'tha could see you now,>> he says in equally flat Tauran. At least he's engaging, that's something, even if it doesn't sound particularly friendly. Maybe there'd be more commentary, but the sound of approaching Centurions is probably a mercy at this point. Since they're loud enough for all to hear, all he does is dive into the nearest cover, some rocks in the middle of the canyon, resting his back there for a moment while he pulls out his gum. He actually looks happier, go figure.

Nicole gives a roll of her eyes toward Gage, a raise of her eyebrows as she responds in the same language, <<I was only there for the coupons anyway.>> But her eyes turn toward the noises too, a flick of her thumb along the selector switch and she moves over toward some of the rocks as well. She can't quite make out where it's coming from though, and hopes that the cover she's taking is going to protect her from the correct direction.

Geoff goes for cover right away once he sees the rest doing it. He does his best to judge what direction they'll be coming from based on the behavior of the other Marines.

"Yeah, well. I have to trust people to do their frakkin' jobs. And if they don't? At least I won't have to worry about it for very long." There's a very good chance that this is where Noah derives that zen of his -- this semi-fatalistic perspective, in which the alternative to someone covering his ass is a death so quick he doesn't even see it coming.
Which isn't to say that he's eager to find out, if the speed with which he sidesteps into a half-kneeling crouch behind cover is any indication. For a big guy, he's sure as hell not slow.

The Centurions come around a cleft in the canyon and due to their scanners and the sounds that ricochet around- they zero in on the marines fairly quickly. Those large guns of theirs come up, training in the general direction of the patrol.

Charlie ducks down behind one of the rocks near Gage, fussing with her rifle briefly. "You don't happen to have any grenades on you?" This is asked of the engineer with a glance before she turns and balances her rifle against the rock, taking aim towards one of the centurions. "Could be handy."

There's a grunt from Gage. Might be amusement at Nicole's reply, might just be impatience at waiting for the centurions to approach. Either way, he remains pressed up against the rocks, chewing silently as he waits for the thump of them to get closer. Charlie's question gets an equally flat look, and a gesture like, what do you take me for? Of course he has grenades, one of which he unhooks from his web, pulls the pin on, and holds, waiting for the toasters to get in range before throwing.

Nicole looks between them all trying to gauge if she's hearing them from the right direction. She's taking cover but not really enough from the centurions as they finally come into view. "Frak!" She says as quietly as she can, trying to scramble behind the rocks but not fast enough. She still takes the time to try and shoot at one of the Centurions in the head as she works to find better cover.

Charlie attacks Cent7 with Sniper Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Gage uses Frag Grenade. EXPLOSION!

Gage attacks Cent1 with Frag Grenade(Concussion) and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Gage attacks Cent2 with Frag Grenade but Cent2 EVADES!

Gage attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Right Arm.

Gage attacks Cent2 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Abdomen.

Gage attacks Cent3 with Frag Grenade(Concussion) and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Cent7 attacks Geoff with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent6 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Abdomen.

Cent3 attacks Gage with Lmg+Bipod but Gage EVADES!

Cent5 attacks Noah with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Nicole attacks Cent4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head.

Cent2 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Right Arm.

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah attacks Cent5 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Cent1 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Graze wound to Right Arm.

Geoff attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent4 attacks Gage with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent4 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Nicole)

Cent5 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Noah)

Charlie has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Cent6)

Charlie spends a luck point and is back in the fight!

Geoff pops off his shot, which hits true to its target, but then flinches back behind cover when the grenade goes off, shoulders up around his ears. So he doesn't see right away that Charlie's gone down. He's aiming another shot.

With bullets impacting all around the rocks Gage and Charlie are settled behind, it takes a moment for the engineer to realize the sniper at his side's been hit, especially on the heels of a very disappointing grenade throw. He's even growling under his breath before he darts a look over. "Wagner? Frak," he shifts his position, making sure she's fully shielded by the rocks. "Keep your head down!" he yells, probably unnecessarily.

The Centurions open a broad spread of fire on the marines. Most of it chips off of rock and canyon wall. Dust and rock splinters spray around the group. Unfortunately for Charlie, the rock she was behind was not as solid as it seemed. A burst of fire from one of the Cylons breaks right through and tears through her armor underneath. The recon marine crumples, initially, before just sort of curling around on herself. She's not dead, that's good enough. No, for the moment she's just trying to make sure what's supposed to be inside stays that way. Her fingers scrabble -- sliding in blood -- at the buckles for her armor as she struggles to tighten them and use it as a temporary means to keep herself intact. The shock, at least, kept her from crying out. No, now it's just that sort of panic to stay in one piece. There's just a sort of groan in answer to Gage, but more evidence she's a) alive, and b) cogent.

Surprisingly, Nicole has enough time to exhale, squeeze off the shot, and then all hell breaks loose around her. She ducks back down, barely avoiding anything but shots that graze and snap all around her. She hazards a quick look around the cover to see the one she shot at laying down, quite disabled - or perhaps destroyed - with that shot to the head. She lets out a laugh, and shakes her head when she hears the call about someone down.
"You alright?!" She calls out, ready to run on over if she needs to bust out the medical kit, but otherwise already trying to plan out what her next shot will be. A pause, a breath, and she scrambles over toward where Charlie is, keeping herself behind cover as much as she can. Another lean out, and Nicole pops a shot toward another of the Centurions.

The margin of visibility Noah has to concede to the centurions in order to fire on them is just enough, as it happens, for his target to get in a reciprocal shot of its own, though the trade is anything but equal. The Cylon keels over, thoroughly ventilated through its center mass, and Noah drops back behind cover again with a flinch that acknowledges some distant discomfort, a sensation buried beneath the electric hum of adrenaline. Quick fingers pass low over his torso, find the weal rent in armor, and during that brief beat of time he hears enough from across the way to tell him their sniper's having a very, very bad day.
He says nothing -- just leans out and lines up another shot as quickly as he can.

Cent6 attacks Geoff with Lmg+Bipod. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but Cent7 EVADES!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Charlie passes.

Geoff attacks Cent2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent2 attacks Noah with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Nicole attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage fires a burst!

Gage attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 attacks Noah with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent7 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent3 attacks Geoff with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Cent1 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Gage)

Cent2 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Geoff)

Nicole has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Cent7)

Geoff lets out a noise as a shot hits the center of his chest. It's thankfully blocked by his armor, but it's still stunning to receive that impact. He flattens down again behind the rock, at least certain in the knowledge that he's taken his target out.

More Centurions drop, but here's still some that remain. And unlike a human opponent, they don't know when to call it quits. No. Rather, the three remaining continue that stoic, onward march towards the rocks the marines have chosen for cover. They leave the pieces and parts of their brethren behind; not a care for the loss.

Charlie finally gets herself together, but only enough to drag herself upright against the rock. There's a bloody handprint left after she balances herself. More is smeared across her rifle. Sasha will need a thorough cleaning, later. But in the end, she gets the weapon back up and balanced. "Gonna need..." she winces as she tries to line up a shot. "extract." She knows she won't be good for walking back. Not with how far they've come today.

Nicole spends a luck point and is back in the fight!

The sniper lifting her weapon is taken by Gage as a sign she's all well, the engineer edging back a step to leave her to her work. "All I ever hear is bitch, moan, can't walk because I got shot by a frakking cylon. Get back in it, soldier," he growls, only half-faking the annoyance. How dare she get shot when there's still centurions to snipe? He glances sidelong towards the other Tauron, grimacing. "Siska, sound off!" he calls, burst firing towards the nearest centurion.

Shots spit into the stones and sand around the rock covering Noah, sending up fantails of dust and fountains of chips and flakes, but there's no time to retake cover. His landed shot isn't enough to put down the centurion shooting at Nicole, and they're still coming. So there's only one thing, really to do. In the immortal words of Dark Helmet, a character doesn't actually exist in this universe but if he did would surely still say the words: Keep firing, assholes!

Nicole takes a shot at one of the other centurions before one of them gets an angle on her WHAP! She's knocked backward, laying flat on the ground, and groaning, "Ohhhh son of a bitch." She reaches up, running a hand under the upper part of her jacket, feeling about and giving a grimace. Thankfully, it doesn't feel like a bullet wound, no wetness, a draw of her hand back and "Oh that's gona leave a damn bruise." She twists around on her back and shuffles herself behind the rock she was using as cover.
"I'm here!" She calls out, "Frakker's gonna leave me a hell of a bruise though." She leans out, to take a burst at the same one that just shot her.

Cent6 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Abdomen.

Nicole fires a burst!

Nicole attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Nicole attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but Cent7 EVADES!

Nicole attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Left Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent7 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod but hits the COVER they're behind.

Geoff attacks Cent3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Head.

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage fires a burst!

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Left Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap but Cent6 EVADES!

Charlie attacks Cent6 with Sniper Rifle+Ap but Cent6 EVADES!

Cent3 attacks Gage with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm.

"Aint the worst thing those toasters have ever done," Gage responds to Siska; which is another way to say, suck it up, presumably. Gage is just full of wisdom and caring today both. Must be the heat. One of the bullets from centurion smacks into his arm, earning a grunt of surprised pain. It's bleeding, and it's not the worst -- but it throws his aim wild. "Frak's sake, Wagner," he throws her a look. Does she seem good?

"Don't make me shoot you, Tomak. I could use a sickbay buddy." Charlie's words come through gritted teeth, but she is at least coherent enough to shoot. Hopefully even straight! And... it might have been straight, if that same Centurion didn't shoot her again. This time, Charlie ends up slumped against the rock, making a quietly pained noise. She's still alert, but she's not looking all that great.

It wasn't the shot that will put this thing down, but it hit at least. Geoff ducks back behind the rock, trying not to think too much about his fellow fighters who are getting hit. Sounds like Gage has Charlie's back after all.

At this point, Noah isn't even fully retreating behind that rock anymore -- just using it to give most of his body cover while he sustains fire on that one unkillable goddamn Cylon. Like Geoff, he's trying not to think about what he's hearing across the way, and all of the bad news implied by it...but he is aware, as the centurions continue to advance, that there's a real possibility he's going to be doing something stupid if they can't put the remainder down in a hurry.

"I will if you don't keep your frakking head down!" Gage growls in return to Charlie, leaning against the rocks and spraying suppressive fire over the top.

There's another snap as the bullets riddle off the cover Nicole is behind, she ducks back down low as she hears the calls back and forth, a look over as she sees Charlie. "Well, that's a hell of a thing, isn't it?" A sigh and she pats about herself to find the medical kit, "Hold up, I'm on my way over."
A quick glance up over, and then she runs and slides behind the cover Charlie is holed up behind as well. "Let's take a look at you, eh Wagner?" She starts to hum something that sounds suspiciously like classical music as the first aid kit is unraveled in her lap.

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Nicole tends to Charlie and treats their worst wound successfully.

Cent6 attacks Charlie with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen.

Gage suppresses Cent3 with Rifle+Ap and succeeds.

Gage suppresses Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and succeeds.

Gage suppresses Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and succeeds.

Geoff attacks Cent3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Cent7 attacks Nicole with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Cent3 attacks Noah with Lmg+Bipod but MISSES!

Charlie passes.

Cent3 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Geoff)

Charlie has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Cent6)

"Totally gonna shoot you," Charlie mumbles to Gage, fumbling with her rifle. She gives up once Nicole has joined them, slumping back against the rock. Or she begins to. Because a shot ricochets just right to hit her again and this time? The sniper just slumps over sideways and is out.

Suppression works! Vote now! Most of Gage's fire falls on the centurion targeting Nicole as she crosses the space to the rocks he and Charlie are holed up behind. "Don't let her give you any shit, Siska," he calls without looking. He knows Wagner well, it seems. "Let's get these frakkers down and call in evac!" he yells, switching from suppression to burst, as he leans out from behind the rocks.

Geoff finally blows away his target, focused tightly on his shooting. The second he sees that bucket of bolts collapse, he's changing targets to get the next nearest one.

Nicole starts in with the antiseptic spray, then outcomes the glue like substance. "Hey, Wagner, ever wonder if you can hit the high notes?" A grin, perhaps a tad sadistic, as she snaps the top off that keeps it sterile, jabs it in the wound and squeezes. One wound down! She is about to cackle when--
"Oh. Oh. FRAK YOU! Damn FRAKING cylons." She shoot s a look over at Gage for a moment, then it's back in on Charlie. She pulls out the gauze this time to help stop the bleeding while the other grabs for the smelling salts.
"Wake up! I swear I'll never hear the end of it if you fraking die on me."

...if you fraking die on me.
Yeah, that's not good. "Could you guys maybe die a little bit more quietly over there? It's really frakkin' bad for morale," he finally says, speaking up for the first time since it all went down. The edge of annoyance in his voice is real, but it's not aimed at his wounded brethren, to be sure: it's focused like a laser down the length of his rifle, toward a tin can that just. Will. Not. Lay. Down. And. Die.

Noah fires a burst!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but Cent7 EVADES!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but Cent7 EVADES!

Noah attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Geoff attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent6 attacks Geoff with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Charlie is no longer KOed !

Nicole successfully rallies Charlie.

Gage fires a burst!

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Arm. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Gage attacks Cent6 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Cent7 attacks Noah with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Chest.

Cent6 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Geoff, Gage)

Noah has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Cent7)

"Frak," Geoff says when he gets hit. But it's not bad. He doesn't stop shooting. He just has to change targets again because another one's bitten the dust.

Well, what the frak else to do when your squad is getting hit all around you, and bullets are flying everywhere. Yeah, you do this: Gage lets out a gutteral cry, it's Tauran, familiar perhaps to Nicole, as he leaps over the rocks and charges the centurion, intending to distract it from his squadmates as he fires wildly towards it.

It's a bloodbath. Thankfully, not yet a deadly one, but a bloodbath all the same. The ground will be stained, for certain. Charlie finally comes to again, sputtering a bit. Not entirely from the salts, either. She coughs up some blood and groans, rolling back against the rock. "Gonna... call-" she fumbles at her gear for her own radio. They can call back to those at the mine entrance, who will be able to call for medevac on their behalf. It takes her a bit longer to actually get the radio operational, but then she's requesting the evac.

"Shit," says the Private on the other end, "...er, I mean... we'll radio once we have confirmation. Meyers out."

Later, when he's stable and not bleeding into one of his lungs or something to that effect, Noah will be extremely irritated with this sequence of events. Not only has the Cylon he's emptied most of a magazine into failed to do him the simple courtesy of not working anymore, it finally seems to tire of being shot -- or maybe it orients on his voice, since he opened his mouth -- and squeezes off a round that nails the Caprican in the chest with the force of a sledgehammer. All six feet and four inches of Noah wind up slapped backward into the dirt. There's no pain -- just a split second of confusion before his body decides he ought to sleep through whatever comes next, and he's out.

"Yeah," Nicole doesn't look away from Charlie, "Pretty sure the concept of morale matters more after the fight. Bitch later. Fight now." She's not sure what the frak it is that wakes Charlie up but she nods, "Atta girl, Wagner." A glance back over toward the mouthy one. "OH FOR FRAKS SAKE!" She calls out, her free hand grabs the medical kit in a bundle and she hustles on over toward Noah.
"Stay awake would you?" She slides into the cover next to him, slowly edging around to make sure she's out of the line of fire as she hears Gage go Chaotic Stupid on the last Centurion who seems to have it in for everyone. A glance in his direction, but then she's pulling out the smelling salts and snapping off another protective tip to the gel-like coagulant. A jam into the wound and the salts under the nose.
"Wake up, Westy."

Nicole attempts to rally Noah, but they are still KO'ed.

Gage attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Geoff attacks Cent7 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Charlie passes.

Cent7 attacks Gage with Lmg+Bipod and HITS! Impaired wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent7 has been *KO'd* ! (Damaged This Turn By: Gage)

The last toaster finally goes down. Geoff shoulders his weapon and hurries to Gage, fumbling with a field first aid kit until he can at least come up with a pad of gauze to press to Gage's head. Assuming he'll be allowed to. "Frak, I think just about everybody's hit," he says.

In the old days, the bad old days before the cylons, such a brazen attack, along with a Tauran warcry, would be enough to strike fear into the hearts of one's enemies. But cylons don't seem to feel fear, not that that deters Gage. He's busy getting all up in the centurion's grill, his burst fire ripping through the middle of the toaster to great satisfaction. Of course, there's a price -- there always is -- the centurion's return fire impacting his helmet. It's close enough, and enough of an impact, to knock him flat on his back. He's awake, and aware enough, to blink at the sky, to see the Caprican that hovers over him. "Eh. Beer when we get back?"

"Tomak!" Charlie's voice is a bit faint as the Tauran leaps over the rock to go running. She can't exactly stop him; she's barely keeping things together, herself. But when the final bullets finish ringing in her ears, she finally leans around to get a look. No more Cylons. The woman lets out a sigh of relief and grabs for the radio. The call comes in soon enough, alerting them that a medico Raptor is on the way. She thanks Meyers and just slumps back. When she hears Gage's voice, she lets out a cough followed by a sigh of relief. Then there's a look to Nicole: "How's Westlake?"

"Yeah," Geoff tells Gage. "I'll buy." And that's something he almost /never/ offers to do. So Gage might be dying.Geoff does what he can to stop the bleeding, kneeling beside his fellow Marine.

Noah is O U T, out. Given he's still in battle dress and laying on his back, he looks more like he's napping than wounded -- save that his rifle's in the sand. Not even the smelling salts are working, for ...some reason. Some reason that could be related to there being a bullet in his chest that's keeping his breathing shallow, perhaps?
It's a good thing they'll be getting extraction, because carrying him would not be a picnic even at the best of times, which this is assuredly not.

"Shit. A generous Caprican. Must be frakking dead," Gage mutters, only half joking. He might be talking, but he's not trying to move yet, grunting and tensing as Geoff tends to his wounds. That shit hurts like a mofo.

Nicole wafts the salts a few more times under his nose before tossing them off to the side, "For the love of the Gods." It's muttered rather than said aloud as she looks over Noah again, she starts slowly poking around, trying to find the wounds on the man before finally finding that the gel didn't take the first time around. A heavy sigh as she pulls out another dose of the coagulant and snaps off the sterile tip. She jabs it into the wound and gives another squeeze, emptying that one before throwing the trash to the side.
Alright, wound treated -- again -- check the breathing, check the heartrate, check the wound. Alright. Looking better. "Westy's still out. That cylon hit him pretty good, but it looks like he's not bleeding anymore."

"Don't be a baby," Geoff says to Gage, since Gage has a preference for tough talk. "You're just bleeding a lot cuz it's a head wound. It'll stop in a minute."

Charlie will just be over here, bleeding. There's only so much field kit can do and abdominal wounds bleed bad. The woman has a hold of the radio in one hand and the strap of her rifle in the other. She's not letting Sasha go! The gun might as well be a security blanket at this point. "Raptor soon," she calls to the others, voice hoarse. She'll need help getting to it, herself. For the moment, she seems perfectly content to just lean against the rock. More like she can't move, but she'll make it look like it's on purpose.

The only proper answer to that is a grunt. So that's what Gage does.

Nicole is up and moving back toward Charlie, she still had to finish treatment on her now that the most serious wound was dealt with. She jogs over and kneels down next to her as she says "Easy, easy. Lemme see that stomach wound. I'll even give you some narcs if you're nice." Her voice sounds a bit like she offered a lollipop, a smile trying to pull at the corner of her mouth. She's pulling out the last of her quick-seal wound treatments.

Geoff doesn't look Charlie's way, but he nods. He's very focused on doing this one thing, on keeping the maximum amount of blood possible inside Gage's head.

"Vodka would be better," Charlie grouses at Nicole. "Lemme drown in it." She's in pain; it's obvious in her features. But a marine doesn't cry (openly). They get angry. Or in this case, snippy. Still, she doesn't fight the treatment. She hasn't got the strength in her to do so. No, she just remains slumped in place, clutching radio and rifle.

In the distance, the sound of the Raptor's engines is soon audible. It's flying low and careful through the canyon to get to them. The KEW mounted on it can be seen to be rotating now and again... likely just in case of trouble.

"Oh frak vodka does sound good." Nicole responds as she looks at Charlie's eyes, checks the dilation, then looks down as she finally snaps off the tip to the gel. "Brace for impact, here comes the train. Choo-choo." And she sticks her with the pointy end before squeezing and pushing the coagulant into the other Marine to stop the bleeding. It was a good stop gap till real treatment could be given.


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