by Cylarn » Thu May 22, 2014 9:26 am
by North Paju » Fri May 23, 2014 1:41 am
by Gvozdevsk » Fri May 23, 2014 12:29 pm
by Cylarn » Sat May 24, 2014 7:43 am
by Norvenia » Sat May 24, 2014 4:45 pm
by North Paju » Sat May 24, 2014 8:56 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Sun May 25, 2014 2:12 am
Cylarn wrote:While unloading his crap from his bags, Gene noticed a bottle of amber liquid inside of his bag. Lifting it up, he smiled as he realized that it was his bottle of Fireball Whiskey. As he began to open the bottle, he could see from the corner of his eye someone approaching, so he quickly stuffed the bottle back into his bag and facing the figure. He was confronted by a rather attractive German girl wearing a plate carrier and carrying a G36C, asking for medical help and addressing the female Muslim doctor that he was paired up with. Gene listened intently to her situation; a Muslim man was being belligerent and refusing to allow male, non-Muslim doctors work on her infected leg. In Gene's mind, he could care less about cultural taboos, but one thing he knew was that people needed medical help as soon as they could get it, and the aid workers had every right to sully the man's wishes and take his wife to whatever medical professional they could find. Gene made eye contact with the woman, and decided to vocalize his opinion.
"Tell him to sit down and shut up next time," he said bluntly. "Then, bring the woman over here. She doesn't need 'just a tetanus shot;' there's more to it than that if she stepped on a nail. Which probably went through her foot if she carelessly stepped on it. Now, go pick up that woman and rush her here. If her husband has a problem, tell him not to let the gate hit him on his ass on the way out if he's that pissed 'bout it."
Gene then took a deep breath, realizing that it probably wasn't the right thing to say, though in his "old" age, he didn't really hold his tongue back too much anymore, and since he wasn't really as old as he thought, no one really cared for his mouth.
"Sorry 'bout that outburst," he said. "It's just that I've seen women die due to this same scenario, and my orders conflicted with what I wanted to do."
by Rupudska » Sun May 25, 2014 2:08 pm
Altito Asmoro wrote:Both doctors heard of the dialogue from outside, and stepped in into the tent.
"Assalamualaikum. We're sorry to interrupt, but we are of Muslim doctors and we heard from outside that there is a patient who refused assistance from non-Muslim doctors. Would you two mind if we treat the patient?" asked Dr. Rakhmat and the other doctors to both of the foreigners, who's name are Larsen and Nadine.
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Cylarn » Mon May 26, 2014 9:55 am
by Norvenia » Mon May 26, 2014 10:25 am
by Cylarn » Mon May 26, 2014 12:53 pm
by Astholm » Mon May 26, 2014 1:35 pm
by Cylarn » Mon May 26, 2014 1:58 pm
Astholm wrote:-snip-
by North Paju » Mon May 26, 2014 2:13 pm
by Cylarn » Mon May 26, 2014 2:32 pm
North Paju wrote:-snip-
by Gvozdevsk » Mon May 26, 2014 2:54 pm
by Cylarn » Mon May 26, 2014 3:19 pm
Gvozdevsk wrote:After finding a female Muslim doctor and seeing Willem Pretorious, commander of the AU contingent, bring someone who had overdosed on heroin into the same tent, Nadine grabbed her radio and called the two contractors who she had left to watch the Muslim couple.
"I found a doctor. Look for the tent with three aid workers who haven't unpacked yet who are working on a heroin addict. I'll stay here so that should make the tent easier to find," she said to her men.
"Roger, we'll be there ASAP," the African American contractor responded over his radio.
After putting her radio away, Nadine turned to watch the doctors. "By the way, I'm Nadine Eichmann, commander of the Fusilier detachment in this camp. If you need anything from us, my office is in the Fusilier barracks," Nadine said before stepping outside of the tent to wait for her men. Her men would arrive after about 10 minutes, the Afrikaaner helping the woman who needed medical attention, while the African American restrained her husband.
by Astholm » Mon May 26, 2014 3:41 pm
Cylarn wrote:Astholm wrote:-snip-
The village that Jana had arrived at was the Christian-controlled village of Doma, just 30 miles east of Oasis. As she pulled into this backwater village that had a mix of traditional huts and colonial structures, many of the locals looked on as this rather attractive woman drove through their tiny village. She had to be careful, as a small 4-man team of armed men approached her vehicle. They seemed to be militiamen, with each man wearing a white armband that had a cross drawn onto it. If Jana was really studying up on the conflict beforehand, she would know that this armband was sported by the Lord's Horsemen, which was an umbrella term for the many Christian militias that had sprouted up in Zembala.
The local farmer that she had asked for directions was soon pulled back by a militiaman armed with a Winchester M12 shotgun that had its barrel crudely sawed off. The large black man soon leaned down and began to check out the Canadian woman's features. He gave a smirk as he went to open up the door, only for another militiaman to pull him aside. This man was dressed in a black cassock, with an old OD green chest rig over the vestment and a battered AK-47 on his back. After shooting some insults at his fellow militiaman, he leaned down to talk to the woman, having hear her question earlier.
"Oasis?" he asked, speaking with a heavy Central African dialect in his English. "You Western lady? It not safe for women to travel alone to Oasis. We give you escort. $400 American."
by Altito Asmoro » Mon May 26, 2014 5:56 pm
Cylarn wrote:"Great, so the junkies down there are cuttin' their H with nasty river water and/or whiskey," Gene said. "Dangerous shit; hell, I saw more of that back home than overseas. I know it's not my place to advise you on anythin', since I'm just an aid worker this go-around, but y'all need to get that shit off of the streets, or we're gonna see more cases like with your buddy here. That tainted H is bad news, and it's gonna kill more people than either side in this war."
Gene would then walk over to the medical supplies, searching for a few minutes to find an Ewald tube and a pump, before returning by the patient's bedside. This next part would be a rather delicate procedure, as inserting the tube down into the stomach without the use of an x-ray machine was rather risky, so Gene would have to listen to the air insufflation as he inserted the tube. Gene then looked over at Dr. Rakhmat, who didn't seem to be doing anything important at the moment.
"Doctor, could you help me with this tube?" he asked. "Hook it up to the pump and assist me with stickin' it down his throat and into his stomach."
by Cylarn » Tue May 27, 2014 2:12 pm
Astholm wrote:-snip-
by Mizrad » Thu May 29, 2014 12:44 pm
by Norvenia » Sat May 31, 2014 7:14 pm
by Altito Asmoro » Sun Jun 01, 2014 7:08 am
With the doctor inserting the tube, Gene leaned down to the man's stomach, listening carefully as Rakhmat inserted the tube. The Muslim doctor knew what he was doing; it wouldn't be a surprise to Gene if the good doctor had inserted stomach pumps before. After a slow and careful procedure, the pump was ready. The two men stepped back and Gene walked over to the pump, turning it on and beginning the next step on the path of saving the arms dealer's life. Gene looked over at the Captain once more, curious about the criminal situation at Oasis.
"So, you got arms dealers here?" he asked. "They didn't say that on the brochure. No offense to your efforts though, but I heard that this place ain't all it's hyped up to be."
Norvenia wrote:Willem Pretorius gave Gene Larsen a long, steady look. An assessment? A warning? It was hard to tell. Then the Afrikaner gave a sharp, mirthless snort. "Fifty thousand refugees," he growled. "Camp is built for half that number. Policed by one peacekeeper for every two hundred refugees. War all around. Why don't I get the heroin off the streets? Because I can barely keep these people from killing each other; how could I keep them from killing themselves?" Pretorius shook his head, and the muscles in his face flickered with disgust. "So yes: we have arms dealers. Sorry to disappoint."
After that uncharacteristically long speech, Pretorius cast an interested glance at Dr. Rakhmat, as the Indonesian fed the pump tube down the arms dealer's throat. The Afrikaner studied the doctor’s procedure, and then nodded at the patient with a satisfied grunt. “When will he be conscious?” One corner of Pretorius’ mouth quirked perhaps a millimeter. “Or, at least, when will you know when he will be conscious?”
by Cylarn » Sun Jun 01, 2014 5:21 pm
Norvenia wrote:-snip-
by Altito Asmoro » Fri Jun 06, 2014 8:45 pm
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