Seeing he is useless to the UAZ, he goes back to the wounded pole. Gallin will accept the scotman hand, and make sure the wounds are at least dressed proper on the pole. After that, unless the Pole speaks, he'll have nothing more to do with him.

 Gallin will ride in the back with his patients if need be, but at the mention of horses, his ears perk up and a smile crosses his face. "I miss riding, a great deal." he think to himself. "Maybe when this war is over, and things get back to normal..." he shakes his head, as seeing that could be a ways off.

After refilling her magazine and swapping her steel helmet for the lighter kevlar one, Camilla trots off to help collect the horses.
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Andy snaffles a flack jacket, drops Cam's sleeping bag in the back of the UAZ and swaps around a few mags for his RPK-74.

Sergio will also see if there are other medi-kits avaliable.

If there are, he'll ask for his back, it's a one man medi-kit and his...

If not, he'll take a few things not currently needed and let the medic keep it!

Still silent and listening and attaining a pecking order of the group

As I've mentioned to some of you previously, infection is a major danger. Sucessful first aid prevents the infection of wounds and most characters are carryinging at least light injuries.
Perhaps the remaining injured should seek medical aid? (hint, hint)

Another issue is that of transportation. The UAZ can only carry a total of 5 people. There are only 8 horses. There is a total of 15 of you (including the prisoner).
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Dimitar slides the hatchet out of his belt loop and stands in front of the pole, slightly behind Gallin's right shoulder.

Staring directly at the pole, he turns the hatchet slowly in his hand, showing the man both sides of the blade.

To avoid causing too much of a stir amongst these people he does not know so well, he desists after a few moments and goes back to watching the surrounding countryside.

Lt. Colonel Nelson sir, it seems we've got an issue of numbers. I figure the Pole over yonder dug his own hole. I recommend we leave him stabilized and bandaged, but leave him behind. I'm not much for killing prisoners.

Otherwise, we ought to find the two lightest and they can double up on one of the horses, if our numbers are too great. I'm not for leaving any allied wounded behind. If that's a problem, I'll let the rest of you proceed on horseback and in the jeep and I'll strike out overland. That'll fix the numbers problem.

I'm not real keen to do that, but the wounded need the ride more than I do.

Kett makes sure his C7 is loaded, has one in the chamber, and a grenade in the GL. If he has any wounds other than a bit of rope burn, he gets Mike to look them over . If we need to disinfect, Mike can siphon off a wee bit of ethanol from the tank, cut it with some water, and use a 50/50 mix on a clean cloth. No sense anyone risking infection.

Keep watch and try to get oriented (directionwise) so that if Gary ends up walking, he knows which way he's headed.

I may as well get this scratch looked at before we start moving heading over to Sergeant Michael Gallin as we I don't believe we have any real medics from our original group, Just stop it from festering, it will be right

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Well... lets fit this PK I've been lugging about onto the vehicle, even though we don't have any ammo it will sure look intimidating to the average yokel.

We should do a quick roll call, work out who everyone is and what role they can fill.

WO2 Andy, SAS, Close Combat, Small arms, Medic, Tracking and a drvier in a pinch.

Kett, Gary. Warrant Officer. Princess of Wales Own Regiment, Canadian Infantry. Good rifle shot. Very Persuasive. Can serve as wheeled driver. Speak some German and Russian. High level of military history (not exactly a combat skill). Some instruction and leadership.

William gathers the mounts and brings them over near the group, after that he will inspect and tend to his wounds.

Maj. Richard Smythe. British Army Aviation, Pilot, Navigator, Instructor, Pistol, Scrounger, Electronics, Archer and I can also turn my hand to tracking and Observation

Donnachaid, Cináed. Foreign Affairs Politics, negotiator. Lt RAF. Helicopter Pilot, Wheeled Driver. Speaks some Scots Gaelic, Russian, Czech, Polish, Slovak. Hell of a persuader. Some leadership. Got eyes to observe and some computer skills.

Plt Sgt Tanya Redgrave, US Army Rangers. Good with Small arms, explosives, tracked vehicles, and a little obs. Not too bad with heavy weapons and can speak English (of course) and German like a native. Also have a smattering od Spanish.

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LT Col Alfred Nelson, UK SAS. Besides the usual combat skills, I am a fair Forward Observer, parachutist, and driver. I can speak the Kings english and a small amount of Lithuanian.
Lets get loaded up and out of here. I want the prisoner bandaged up and given some water. We'll leave him over by the side of the road over there.
He scans the group around him. Sgt Tanya and Lt Camilla, looks like you'll be doubling up on horseback. Leave as much equipment on the UAZ as you can spare to save the horse.
Don, you're driving with the wounded and Sgt Gallin. Sgt Major Corrigan, you got shotgun. Keep them safe.
The rest of us will ride. I want Sgt Guido and Major D'ammond to ride out as scouts if you will. Lets keep well spaced and alert.
I want everybody to be on the lookout for opportunities to acquire food and fuel. We don't want to have to ditch the UAZ a few miles down the road and I certainly don't like the taste of boot leather.
Sgt, Major, Alfred says, nodding towards Dave and Sergio, lead us south east. Don't want to run into any trouble if we can avoid it.

Cam wanders over to Gallin to have him tend her wounds once she returns with the horses.
Using Dave as an interpreter, she introduces herself and her skills. Leutenant Camilla Ashton, Danish Froemandskorpset (equivilant of US navy SEALs).
(OOC: See her background description for details).
Once everybody is ready and all the newly aquired stores loaded, she assists any novice riders to mount before mounting herself in front of Tanya. (This allows Tanya to fire her RPK if necessary on the move - not ideal but better than nothing.)

Gary will gamely try to figure out this whole 'horse' thing. Watch what the others do and get some pointers. Try to mount up and make sure I'm stirrup'd and that I have both hands on the reigns or pommel. I expect the horse to do bad things if scared, and I'm more worried about being thrown than being able to do anything hostile while aboard. Have my rifle slung on my back.

These things don't seem to come with a gear shift. And I'm kind of afraid to try the accelerator.... the steering seems to have a mind of its own.... nice horsie....

Gallin will check out the wounds of anyone who comes over, and will also make sure there is no infections already started. He will make sure the stuff in the back of the UAz is packed so that if it falls, it won't damage his patients. I'm Sgt michael Gallin, US Medical Corps, i'm pretty good with a rifle and other than that, I'm a farmer. I speak perfect polish and Yankee english. (American)

Staff Sergeant Guido of the Danish Special Forces, I can point a rifle in the direction and have shown some ability in interogation by removing teeth indicating with a closed fist I also have a knack of spoting things, usually at the worst time and when we dont need too, the standard scout Guido taking the lead
[Private to Nuked; Sergeant Michael Gallin: As a medic every so often was to check every body to see if they had injuries. At least in the Australian Army, Nuked should remember that I hated doing foot inspection, and made life hell to any who didn't take care.]
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After checking that the saddle girth is securely buckled and the bit is sitting correctly in the horse's mouth, Dimitar sets one foot in the stirrup and manages to pull himself up onto the saddle.

Making himself comfortable and soothing the horse with a few murmurmed words and a gentle stroke, he turns to the others. "I am Dimitar Nikolov.  Bulgarian Regular Army.  I used to be tank driver and gunner.  T-72.", he said.

Looking around at the group, he smiles uncertainly.

Lets just see what happens.  South East is not the way to America, it is the way back to Bulgaria.  It is too late to leave now.

I'm Sergio, a mec'anic at 'eart. A member oov the "foreign" legione!
Rifle fig'ting is my speciality. I dabble in much including my scouting skills.
I'm fine to follow, gettin uzed to working wit overs! He grins and looks at the horse with a blank look.

These however, I have no skill with! And looks a little worried.

Its easy, if you fall just make sure your clear and dont get caught in the stirup or you will be dragged along under the hooves as the panicked horse bolts, nothing to worry about ;)
and about the prisoner we can cut off his legs and feed them to him, if that doesnt make him talk, he will be well fed for a few days

Interogation (3) 8 - fail, he will be eating well.
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