[color=ed1c24][h3]Lukas' Post [/h3][/color]
"[b]WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?![/b]"

[b]"THIS ASSHOLE FUCKED US! HE SLACKED UP ON MAINTENANCE AND THE TANK BROKE DOWN! THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT!"[/b] Lukas was nursing a bloody nose and had several grenadiers standing around him, making sure he didn't try to attack again. His opposite number was in similar shape, spitting blood from a split lip and clutching at his side where he had been kicked. *spit* [b]"No, Ma'am! It wasn't my fault. The... a fucking internal component broke. I couldn't get to it even if I wanted to!"[/b] The man took a staggered step forward, causing Lucas to flinch and the grenadiers to close in around the two again, for fear that they would go back to fighting. It seemed like Squad 665 had some disciplinary issues that would need to be resolved.
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[color=0072bc][h3]Lilly's Post[/h3][/color]
[b]"Lilly, mind seeing what you can do to help the wounded Imps upstairs? Since their our prisoners, we get to keep them alive."[/b]

[b]"Eh?"[/b] Lilly looked confused for a moment, before seeing the wounded Imps scattered around the house and... By the Valkyrur, that was a lot of blood... [b]"I-I-I I'll try!"[/b] Trying to ignore the smell of blood and gore, or the stains it was leaving on her gloves, Lilly began attempting to treat the wounded. Relying mostly on the first aid kits the imperials had (for her own first aid kit could only treat one person), she tried to remember what she had learned back in training and how she could apply it. The results were... far from satisfactory. Lilly constantly flinching when ever she touched blood and her lack of experience at first aid meant that her first few 'patients' took much longer than they should have and wasted a fair bit of ragnaid. At the start, things were so bad that the imp she was treating growled [b]"Hey lady, would you mind untying me? I could probably do a better job of that..."[/b] Well that made her feel good... She didn't untie him, but the imp walked her through treating basic bullet and shrapnel wounds. He must have been one of the squad's engineers. With his advice (and a few more patients to practice on), Lilly gradually became a bit more competent at treating the wounded, though she was still very slow. 

After what seemed like hours, she bandaged up the last imp - A shivering radio man - wiped her gloves off on the floor and began to head back to Skye to check in with her. As she left, the radio man called out his thanks. Normally that would have lifted her spirits somewhat, but right now she was more focused on figuring out a way to clean herself off. She was filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. She was covered in blood, dust and grass stains, and her hair (which she took pride in keeping clean) was a complete disaster. She hoped that they would get back to base soon (or at least find a house with a shower), because the grit on her uniform filled her with disgust.

She found Private Skye on the first floor, treating one of the wounded shocktroopers there. Poor man seemed to have taken a spray of shrapenal from a tank or APC shell... The rest of the wounded seemed to be in pretty good shape, but Lilly figured she should ask to see if the girl needed any help. [b]"Miss Skye? How are your wounded faring? Do you need any assistance?"[/b]
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[color=0072bc][h3]Evan's Post[/h3][/color]
[b]"Alright, easy there, girly. Lift him into the back..."[/b] Evan and the rest of the group around him slowly lifted the sergeant's unconscious form up on a collapsible stretcher stashed in the APC, and laid him on the floor. He wasn't in any danger of bleeding out, but they didn't want to leave him in the grass, so they loaded him into the back of the APC. After closing up the back, they slowly drove back to the coach house and parked beside it. [b]"Yo, Ariella. Keep an eye on the darcsen, would ya? I'm going to go find Stichler"[/b] As Evan wandered away, he muttered under his breath "Come on, Darcsen, you can't be dying on us now.". 

When he came across Stichler and Hunt, he gave a quick report. [b]"Hey-yo. Darcsen's in the back of the APC. Figure'd it be better to keep him there than on the ground. Ariella's keepin an eye on him."[/b] Evan looked, before kicking the dirt a bit. Squad Nine was organizing again, though they seemed to have taken a few casualties, and the coach house was relatively secure. That only left one question: What was squad 4 going to do? [b]"So uh... Whats the plan, guys? We going to stay here until the..."[/b] He checked his pocket watch: 12:30. The Gallian assult on Vassel should be starting soon, or maybe it had already begun. [b]"We going to wait here for the army to catch up with us, or are we going to head back to base? Don't think we can really push much further in with prisoners and wounded."[/b]
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