"No konrad you will work with the rest of us. This is life or death here not some game. Dont push me right now. Your the fuck that would not let us run a recon. I would have found these cocksuckers and killed them. We would all be safe right now if you would have listined. Now is not the time for us to fight . Its time for us to work. Now do your part and help. You and Milk are needed here not off on some secret shit. Do you understand? You walk away and so will I and this whole crew dies. It was me who shot our way out of that shit mess. Its time you listen. And the crew will do as its told or thier Capt. and first mate will die."

John will go back to working on the gunshot wound.



John
Talking with Konrad
G3 (72 rounds)

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OOC - Occurs prior to going below (previous post)

"Everyone is working here whether if they are doing exactly what you want them to or not. Milk is gone below and I am going next, you can manage without him until his return shortly. Besides if you are our savior as you say, you should be able to handle everything on your own anyways. And spare me the predictions on what could have been. Dissension is neither productive or acceptable."

With that he quickly moves below deck. He confronts Milk as quick as he can.
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"Fuck you Konrad, Go run off. I will run the show. Men and woman do as your told while he runs off.What a great leader we have. But konrad we will play later you little bitch. Mark my words. Your arogant incompetent and it will come back to haunt you . I will save the day but then we will talk."



John
Working on gunshot wound
G3 (72 rounds)
This message was last edited by the player at 03:19, Fri 07 Dec 2007.

Konrad finds Milk in the radio room, in the process of unhooking his radio's antenna from the tug's old antenna connection.

Surprised, Clarence starts, reaching for his SOCOM before recognizing the German and easing off.

[Private to Konrad Bayer:
"I thought I'd earned your trust, Hauptman."

He pauses, head down, in an attempt to get his emotions in check, before resuming,

"Look, Bayer, you know about as much as I do. The CIA has a man in the woods not too far from the bridge. I've never met the guy. All I was given was a code name and a freq. Apparently, this guy's got three others with him, including an American. I thought they could be used to check out the bridge. If we'd sent out a zodiac to do it, they would have been torn up by that ambush back there. I was just calling this asset; telling them we'd been hit; telling them to watch out for trouble. I didn't want anyone else to know before and I can't reach them without a boost from the tug's old com wiring. The Polish kid's OK, but the girl? Just showin' up as we were about to leave? The Krakow ORMO is crawling with hand-picked Russian agents. I was just being careful. I pretty much aired all my dirty laundry back after we shot the locks. I aint got many secrets left to keep."]

[Private to Konrad Bayer: Sorry about Yazzie. Holy crap! What was all that about? Please don't let him discourage you from playing. I will be having a word with him presently.]
This message was last edited by the player at 03:07, Fri 07 Dec 2007.

"I didn't mean it like that Milk. I showed you my trust by letting you inform outsiders information about us, and taking over a security issue for us. What you just said is all I wanted to know."

The short conversation is over and Bayer leads them back up on deck.

Quyen stops halfway to the aft DSHK as the tempers rise on the upper deck. Making a u-turn she makes her way back over and catches sight of Bayer heading below. Looking at Yazzie she says in a mix of confusion and displeasure - "What the hell are you doing? This isn't the 'Nam, there are actually rules here. We start getting at each others throats with disregard for order and we're no more different than the marauders on the shore. And as it seems, you'd be the only one ok with that. You need to cool it, handle bandages... and thats it."

She pauses a moment, expecting a sharp response before heading back to the aft DSHK.

"Yea woman your right, order....He put me in charge because he is incompatent. So I give orders and he does not like them. Your right no order here. This is what I will do new join. I will do as I was paid for, hired gun. I will go back to my position . I wont create order here, I wont treat the wounded and I will go back to being a hired gun. I dont know what the fuck you are talking about Vietnam for I'm in my late 20's was not alive when that was going on? I think you watched too many movies as a kid. Only one court martial for being a Maurder in nam from my teachings. And me being a maurder? I wear a uniform and you dont. So who is the maurader? Your right I will mind my work and no others."

With that John stands.And speaks.


"I'm not in charge here so I will go back to my job. Any orders I gave here are not lawful as I'm not in charge. I'm a United States Marine just wanting to go home. Dont mind me I will be top side coving my sector of fire."

"Snow I assume you are now master of the boat due to The Capt. and First mate are about to bleed out. I was hired onto this tug. I will go top side and await your orders Sir!"

John moves back up to the snipers perch and sets into the rear 180 deg position sunk down so he is not exposed to fire.

John
sniper perch
G3

Snow looks around at Yaz, he looks like he's aged a year in a matter of minutes. He says to Yaz "No mate, I'm just the helmsman. I know you feel the loss Yaz, being our sergeant you take us all to your heart, but we gotta be on the same side here. If the Boss made a bad call we can talk it out later, but we've got blood on the decks and we're not out of it yet. Honestly, if you leave the wounded I'm going to have to drop anchor so I can help out, and I want to get us into a wide section of the river if I can before we tie up. Bluey wouldn't want us to leave people dying on the decks."

[OO: Editted by the GM since Anneka has been stablilized already and is outside the bridge on the forward companionway.]

On orders from Snow, John will start working on the Captain. He will open a med kit and dump the iodine to the eye area and remove any large fragments left in the wound area. He will then cravat the eye and adds a pressure dressing. Once done there he will move to Uller. He will take off Ullers belt and tie a turaquet to the upper portion of his leg with the belt. He will then dump the iodine on the leg and treat the wound area removing any large fragments. He will then dump the quick clot on the stump and Bandage with the large dressing (X2) from the other kits. He will then take the Codeine pills in each kit and give all Three treated with 3 pills and start to treat for shock.

"If you want you can help move them to the gun deck were I can treat them long term anyone want to help?"

If someone (It takes 4 to carry) helps John. He will move down to the gun deck and start long term care.

OOC (Long term care)This will be done and explained in detail after Rae's post.

John
Conducting Basic mass casualty drill
G3 (72 rounds)
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:26, Sat 08 Dec 2007.

Barely three minutes after Konrad left the bridge to find him, Milk appears in the bridge doorway and sets to work, watching Yazzie, following the Marine's lead, and trying not to duplicate any of his work (if it appears to have been sucessful). As he tries to make himself useful and apply his trauma aid training, he addresses those present in the calmest, most in-control voice he can muster,

"I'm trying to get us all some more help. We may have some friends nearby- local folk. They've got trouble of their own, though, so it sounds like we'll be on our own for the next little bit. Everybody just try and stay cool and work together, we'll get through this."

Clarence Milk
AK-74M
Performing Trauma aid as needed
This message was last edited by the player at 07:30, Sat 08 Dec 2007.

Konrad hurries about the tug collecting the various first aid kits Adam had equipped the Krolowa with. "I've got these here as well." he says as he drops them off inside the bridge where most of the casualty work is being done.

"Snowy, we need to find out where we are on this river. The bridge is coming up and we don't want to sail right up to it. It'll also be good to know how long we have until we get to our stopping point."

Once the first aid is done, he and Tucker will help Milk and Yazzie move the wounded down below.

Motioning to the only person he is unsure of he asks, "Is Uller going to make it?"
This message was last edited by the player at 08:11, Sat 08 Dec 2007.

With Snowy at the helm, Dawid on point, Tucker as tail-gunner, and Gunny Parks on overwatch, the Wisla Krolowa continues downstream at close to 10kmph. In the hour that followed the last of the gunfire, the tug has closed to within 15 kilometers of the next known obstacle in her path- the bridge at Scuzcin [sic].

Clarence, Konrad, Minh, and the sullen Yazzie have transported the wounded- stabilized after much effort- to the aft gun deck, and under Anneka's supervision, made the area as comfortable and efficient a long-term treatment area as possible. Griet is resting comfortably under several layers of blankets, her multiple shrapnel wounds patched and the pain dulled by a hefty dose of codeine tablets. Adam drifts in and out of consciousness, periodically asking after the crew, the boat, and heartbreakingly, his long-serving first mate.

The dead, including the oftentimes petulant, sour-faced Pole, lie under a tarp between the aft gun deck and the seemingly cursed aft Plamya position. Tadeuz maintains a vigil over the covered corpses, sitting on a pile of bloodstained sandbags weeping, a half-empty bottle of clear liquid at his side.

A silent Walter shuffles about the bridge, cleaning blood and debris off of the deck with a mop and bucket. The faint but viscerally recognizable scent of iron still permeates the room, despite the added ventilation of several blown-out windows. At least it's not raining...

And then you hear it. It's always hard to figure out where it's coming from, the sound of helicopter rotor blads cutting through the air. After a few seconds of neck-craning and eye squinting, you spot the source. It's about 1000 meters south of you, moving from east to west roughly parallel to the river at about 500m altitude. It's too far away to engage it effectively with the Dushkas, and by the time the ZU on the barge can be crewed, the heli will be well aft and out of range.

Actions?
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:01, Sun 09 Dec 2007.

John will move down to the storage area to get the rocket.


John
Gun deck/Bellow deck
G3
This message was last edited by the player at 01:15, Sun 09 Dec 2007.

When the dead were laid out, Dawid took out his rosary and said a short prayer for these men who'd come so far from home to die on Polish soil (so to speak). The Britishers had been true friends of the Polish people for generations, and he felt a debt to them. Even if the Australians apparently weren't really British they were close enough as far as he was concerned.

"Pater noster qui es in coelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum..."

Once finished, he nodded to Tadeusz and returned to the Vasilek. He shrugged into his infernally heavy flak vest, thinking, this might be awkward if the boat sinks. Oh well, if God wills it we shall see if swimming will be necessary!

As soon as he heard the helo, Dawid reloaded the Vasilek with 82mm HEDP. Unfortunately, if the helo made an attack run from any angle except the front, they'd be screwed. Waiting for either an order to fire or a hostile action he looked at the bird thought his glasses, trying to see if it was a transport or attack helicopter of western or eastern make. He wiped sweat from his eyes, then continued looking.


Dawid Piotrowski
82mm Vasilek (5/5 HEDP)
Aimed and ready to fire

Edit: added beginning paragraphs.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:55, Sun 09 Dec 2007.

Bayer leaves the bridge and watches the helo through his binos from the upper deck. "Don't fire!" he calls holding up a hand, keeping his eyes on the chopper. "Tuck, if that helicopter comes in close to look at us I want you to get Walter out here and have him wave at it. Everyone else stay low and only fire if an attack is eminent."

OOC - Is it Russian like a Hip or Hind or something?

"Russians don't fly up and down the river sinking every Polish boat they come across. Unless it has to do with Milk, we'll probably be ok if we play it easy."
This message was last edited by the player at 06:15, Sun 09 Dec 2007.

Konrad and Dawid calmly study the passing helo through their field glasses.

[Private to Dawid Waldus Piotrowski; Konrad Bayer: The bird is a camouflaged Mi-17 "Hip" transport sporting the distinctive Soviet red star. It's got wing struts with either rocket pods or droptanks (or both), it's hard to tell which. I was waiting for someone to take a look with binos before posting these details. Well done.]

Still looking through his glasses, Dawid yelled, "Soviet markings... probably a Mil Mi-17! We got the older Mil Mi-8s. Can't tell if it's an attack or transport version!"

"Agreed. Soviet Hip." Bayer responds loudly.

Quyen, having taken up Bluey's station on the rear DSHK (until being told otherwise) crouches low behind the heavy machinegun. If the helicopter comes in close she will do as instructed, stay low and out of sight, but ready to fire if it becomes a threat to the tug.

Minh Quyen
DSKH (AK74 Slung)
Aft DSHK
Observing
This message was last edited by the player at 12:02, Mon 10 Dec 2007.

Clearly not understanding the reference to the NATO call-sign, Dawid replied, "What do you mean? It's not a "hip" or "leg" or "foot" or anything like that! It's a Mi-17 helicopter made by Mil!"
This message was last edited by the player at 12:32, Mon 10 Dec 2007.

Bayer gives his first laugh in days, it was a nice change... despite the potential danger lurking in the sky. Calling back, "NATO nickname. They give Soviet helicopters random names, starting with 'h'. That one's called a Hip to us."

He lowers the binos and cleans the lens with the cloth of his uniform shirt. He adds at a much lower volume to those around him, "Its carrying external pods, can't tell if its fuel or rockets or both."
This message was last edited by the player at 13:32, Mon 10 Dec 2007.

John moves to the arms room and finds the rocket. ("Shit I cant read russian. I dont know how to work this fucking thing.") After John's shocker and talk to himself he will grab the rocket and move back to the top of the stairs. He does not want to go out on deck and give away the rocket. He will wait until he can hear it and it makes a hostile act. That's when he will move outside to give the rocket to the Pole Sergeant.



John
Top of stairs/To outside hatch
G3/Rocket
This message was last edited by the player at 16:10, Mon 10 Dec 2007.

"Why can't these NATO types just call something what it is? Always with the nicknames!" he muttered to himself in Polish.

Paying little heed to the tug, the Hip continues along on its course parallel to the Queen's and soon disapppears from sight.

The tug presses on towards the damaged bridge, making steady progress. Approximately 15 minutes after the first sighting, the Hip reappears, now reversing its prior course, flying east along the Vistula, still roughly 1000m south of the Queen. It's likely that anyone on board the helicopter, paying any attention at all, can see the Queen's white wake contrasted against the brown of the river. Nevertheless, it continues to pay you no mind.

You are now approximately 20 km west of the damaged bridge at Scuzsin [sic]. At your current speed (Snowy?), you will arrive there in approximately two hours.

Actions?

[Private to Anneka Soleblume: Griets wounds are serious. They are located along her right arm and leg. The bleeding has been stopped but she will require some shrapnel removal and a few stitches. Adam has similar wounds in addition to his destroyed eye and burns to the face and right hand.]