As Captain Ishida Hisashi was walking towards the conference room in the Halliwell Administration building that the civilian messenger had told him to come to, he realised that he was a little late. Part of that was due to indecision; he wasn't sure what the refugees holed up in the college was capable of, what principles they were operating by. For all he knew, it could be an elaborate plot set up to ambush him, or to wrestle away his new headquarters on the top floor of the Stilles School of Education. The building was perfect strategically; it was huge and tall.
As such, he had brought half his squad over, and left half his squad back in HQ in anticipation of a possible raid or ambush. As he approached the conference room, he could hear chatter. It took him a while to switch to English, and from the confused look of his men (and woman) he could tell that they were suffering from the same culture shock. One of them couldn't even speak English. The rest of them, the medical officer included, weren't star students in the language either.
Their boots trampled the wooden floor as they entered the conference room in force, the captain gripping the handle of his katana tightly with his off hand (it was a common habit in his unit) while his 'personal guards' held their rifles at the ready. Upon entering, he removed his visored helmet and hugged it with his left arm as a form of manner. From the chatter, however, he could tell that his worries could be unfounded. War weariness settled in for a moment before he banished it. Non-verbally, he got the non-English speaker and a storeman soldier he brought along to guard the outside, and settled at a corner with Sergeant Maiko and an Infantryman.
Nothing short of amateur, was the first thing that came up in Captain Ishida Hisashi's mind. Even before the bare essentials were provided for, they were already talking about laws and government and leadership. What was worse was that such things should already be in place - but he couldn't blame them. They weren't a unit with an SOP ready at hand, where everything is set in stone and parceled out forcefully. When there was silence after most of the people attending the conference had said whatever was in their mind, he decided to step up. He knew that he may not stay in the college for long, but he couldn't let these people flail in the dark while he was around. It was, after all, a secondary mission of the UN US mission, to provide relief wherever possible.
"We cannot-" The English words that came out of his tongue felt weird, but the medical officer press on, "rally the entire group in one task. We cannot think about rhetoric and laws until we serve basic needs."
"I do not know if I, or my men, would ever be part of this group. But- Basic needs and basic tasks first. We should gather everyone into one place. Easy to guard." The medical officer continued, drawing his material from his own SOP. Adapted to fit the needs of a random group of strangers, of course, "The- School of Education is large. My soldiers and wards occupy it. It is good. We could guard it."
"Water and food- My men stand ready to provide relief. We have enough in supply convoy to last group comfortably for a few days." He made a few calculations, visibly using his left hand to aid in his mental effort, before coming up with more sums, "9 or 10 days if food is rationed strictly. Water, 5 days even with rationing. But water will be harvested. We sighted lake nearby, and there could be rain or dew to drink."
"The only things we have in much quantity is medicine- I am medical officer, and I have medic with me." He waved a hand to introduce his second in command, "Sergeant Maiko." Before moving on, "Electricity is worse problem. Each of my men and I have solar panels on fieldpack, to run electronics on our equipment." He pointed and gestured to the camera on his helmet and forearm mounted PDA. Each individual electronics could actually gather their own solar power, but on a tiny capacity, "but they will not even be able to fully charge phones and laptops."
Realising he might be sidetracking, he went back straight to providing suggestions on how to run the group, "We cannot help alone. We need civilians to pool their own resources. But my men willing to provide all of security and whatever aid needed." Looking out the window, he realised that daylight was burning, "it is martial law. No one should go out of relief zone when sun goes down. We must hurry and do everything before darkness comes."
"Should we really help them, sir?" Sergeant Maiko politely interrupted Captain Hisashi in her native Japanese, cutting his speech short.
"Yes, it's what we always do. It should be what we must do." Captain Hisashi replied in Japanese. However, the medical officer had his own agendas. A search and rescue mission- who knew how many of his men are still alive out there? Already, upon checking his GPS, he could see that there were a few blips nearby. Whether they were coming from living or dead soldiers, however, was another matter altogether. And of course, the US wasn't their country- sooner or later, they would have to find a way back to Japan. They had retreated too far, and what recon by air and ground from their people would never find them; this was Captain Ishida Hisashi's biggest worry. But he did have a few ideas to counteract that.
((EDIT)) Then there was another problem. The two American POW soldiers. Most of the squad wants them dead for their war crimes, but Captain Hisashi did not want anyone to die. There were already enough death in the world, enough to walk around and create even more deaths. Yet, his hands were tied - what options he'd come up with for the POWs were either risky or impractical. As inhumane as it was, the death penalty seemed like the best solution, as Sergeant Maiko would say.