Pandle and Papers 1x1

[Pandle]

"Every day i fight for all my future somethings, a thousand little wars i have to choose between." -Natasha Bedingfield - Strip Me.

It takes a noble man, to die in war. Or so they say. But this is the 21st century and the world is not what is was. It began in Tunisia and escalated to Egypt, Libya and other Northern African countries. But it was not contained. An evil had planted itself at the heart of leadership, genocide, mass murder, unspeakable horrors, rippled out of Africa into Asia, and the Western World. This is not a matter of independence, it's a matter of humanity. Nobody is safe. Nobody is free. Everyone loses something.
All men die. Not all memories remain.
History is selective. The present is absent. The future is false hope.

The world is engulfed in war. The uprisings in Africa sparked a sense of aggression amongst the general populace. Excuses were made to begin riots. It was needed. Then Mali was engulfed in civil war, Ireland followed, others too. Border disputes turned to violence, diplomacy was discarded. War was afoot. This is not a hunt for restoration though, it's a domination. People die. People survive. Slavery has been brought back, classes of society rule, the military is power. And the prize? Complete control. One ruler to rule them all.

[Pandle]

Gregory Hammish Scott Williams, more commonly known as Lieutenant-Colonel Williams. Leader of the 1st Battalion The Royal Regiment of Scotland, the LC is just twenty-nine years of age; fast tracked through the military ranks by good connections and an unending amount of good luck.
Some disagree with having such a high ranked officer so young in command of such an important battalion but, for better or worse, Gregory isn't moving. He's spent his life being trained brutally by his mother, his serving time has seen him in India, Australia and North Africa, his latest and current deployment is in Italy, where unsurprisingly the Mafia has taken a strong hold in the mountains.

Gregory lives in rural Scotland, isolated from the rest of the world on the rare chances he gets to spend at home now. His mother is still alive and lives in Glasgow with her daughter, Gregory's sister, who is just thirteen. The age difference has always been blamed on a menopause panic. His weak spot has always been Mabel, he would do anything for her. That's not to say he wouldn't do anything for anyone else, Greg has always been a reserved man dedicated to serving in the military, although he is a hater of power and its abuse he fights not so that Great Britain may control the world but so that someone else, someone who would bring about world slavery and genocide, will not.

[PapaRoachFan]

||Hey there...||I'm just me||I'm just my own kind of person.||

Cheyanne is part of the British Army and holds the rank of Lance Corporal. She is currently located in Italy to try and remove the Mafia's grasp on the mountainous region in Italy. She has been enlisted in the British Army for about five years and is trying to gain the training needed to become a high ranking officer. Being a part of the Army is a great honor to her and it took quite a while to persuade her parents to let her enlist in the first place. So, maybe she'll get to her goal of going through the rigorous training required.

'Some say the world will end infire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

He said: "I was in my early forties,
"With a lot of life before me,
"An' a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
"I spent most of the next days,
"Looking at the x-rays,
"An' talking 'bout the options an' talkin’ ‘bout sweet time."
I asked him when it sank in,
That this might really be the real end?
How’s it hit you when you get that kind of news?
Man whatcha do?

An' he said: "I went sky diving, I went rocky mountain climbing,
"I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu.
"And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter,
"And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying."
An' he said: "Some day, I hope you get the chance,
"To live like you were dyin'."

He said "I was finally the husband,
"That most the time I wasn’t.
"An' I became a friend a friend would like to have.
"And all of a sudden goin' fishin’,
"Wasn’t such an imposition,
"And I went three times that year I lost my Dad.
"Well, I finally read the Good Book,
"And I took a good long hard look,
"At what I'd do if I could do it all again,
"And then:

"I went sky diving, I went rocky mountain climbing,
"I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu.
"And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter,
"And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying."
An' he said: "Some day, I hope you get the chance,
"To live like you were dyin'."

Like tomorrow was a gift,
And you got eternity,
To think about what you’d do with it.
An' what did you do with it?
An' what can I do with it?
An' what would I do with it?

"Sky diving, I went rocky mountain climbing,
"I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu.
"And then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter,
"And I watched Blue Eagle as it was flyin'."
An' he said: "Some day, I hope you get the chance,
"To live like you were dyin'."

"To live like you were dyin'."
"To live like you were dyin'."
"To live like you were dyin'."
"To live like you were dyin'."

"My name is unique, just like me."
ƒìяsт: Cheyanne |Shy- Anne|, is her first name. It's origin came from her great grandmother who was part Cheyenne Indian so to keep the heritage, her mother named her Cheyanne though to make it different, she changed a letter. Cheyanne/Cheyenne [Native American Indian] means "unintelligible speakers", which for another reason her mother decided on this name, being that she was a premature baby of about two months and didn't know how she would end up as she grew.
мìᗪᗪℓє: Blaze |Bla-ze|, is Cheyanne's middle name. Her mom chose this for her since when Cheyanne was little, her hair had reddish tints to her hair like fire so she chose the middle name of Blaze. Now she doesn't have any reddish tints to her hair but still likes her middle name since she has a fiery personality sometimes.
ℓαsт: Parker |Park-er|. Her last name came from her dad when her mom and dad got married. That's about it...
иìcκиαмє: Chey |Shy|. Her nickname came from when she was about seven years old at her family reunion for her mom's side of the family. Her three year old cousin, Charlotte, couldn't fully say her name so the only thing the little girl managed to say was Chey so it stuck.


"Some people act their age, though some act their shoe size... I'm one of those people who act their age."
αɠє:Cheyanne is soon to be twenty-seven. People say she looks older and holds herself as such though while talking to strangers or groups, she tends to be a bit shyer.
ᗪαтє σƒ вìятн:Cheyanne was born in the month of October, the day being the 28th. Her zodiac sign is Scorpio, which describes her very well. She loves this month since only a few days later is Halloween, her favorite holiday. Also, the changing colors of the leaves which make her feel as if the time has come for a new beginning, like the previous year is slowly growing old and near its time to pass on, and a new beginning is on its way with spring.


"Can you not tell?"
ɠєиᗪєя:Can you obviously not tell that Cheyanne is a female? Her long blonde hair, the rosy cheeks, or the 'additions' to her body that makes it quite obvious that she isn't a guy. If you say otherwise, you've got an angry girl to deal with...

I'm staring out into the night
Trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain

I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me

I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me

But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home
Well I'm going home

The miles are getting longer, it seems
The closer I get to you
I've not always been the best man or friend for you
But your love remains true
And I don't know why
You always seem to give me another try

So I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me

I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old

Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all
And then some you don't want

Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all, yeah

Oh, well I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always been enough for me

I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old

I said, these places and these faces are getting old
So, I'm going home

I'm going home

Unique. Fiery. Silent. Reserved. Tender.

єтниìc вαcκɠяσυиᗪ: Cheyanne has a couple different enthnic backgrounds. Her great-grandmother was Cheyenne Indian; her great-grandfather was part Cherokee and English; her grandma is part Cheyenne and French; her grandpa is part Cherokee and English; her dad is a small part Cherokee, English, and Irish; her mom is a small part Cheyenne, French, and English. Cheyanne is quite the melting pot though she has more of the European look to her more than the Native American side.
нєìɠнт: Cheyanne is about five foot eight inches and people tend to make fun of her for her tall height. It bothers her that people make fun of her for something she can't control so she tries to ignore it though sometimes it gets the best of her and she goes off, so watch out.
ὠєìɠнт: To go with her tall, slim build is a somewhat light weight though muscle adds to it. She isn't too crazily muscled but enough to keep herself safe. She weighs about 126 pounds though it tends to range between 120-130 depending on the time of the month...
вσᗪγ вυìℓᗪ: Cheyanne isnt too crazily built though she has a nice sculpted body for a teenage girl. She isnt a major athlete though she plays volleyball which keeps her fairly toned and during the off-season, she practices to try and stay in shape. She has a fairly narrow bone structure though it doesnt seem to be a problem for her.
нαìя cσℓσя & sтγℓє: Cheyanne's hair is a light blonde with lighter highlights in it. She tends to keep it down since it stays straight but on occasion she puts her waist-long hair into a messy bun or French braid or bump style, and the occasional ponytail.
єγєs: Cheyanne's eye's are a unique light greyish blue with a dark black ring around the iris. Dark blue flecks dot the iris, and her eyes seem to look right through to your soul. Her eyes are somewhat large and different looking with thick black lashes framing them, that are quite difficult to resist. Her eyes tend darken and lighten with her moods. The angrier she gets, the darker and frightening, and the more relaxed, the lighter.
sκìи тσиє: Cheyanne's skin is a pale ivory color speckled with different shades of brown freckles. With her pale complexion, she tends to burn fairly easily in the sun. Her face is alway spotted with light golden freckles, on the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.
ƒαcìαℓ ƒєαтυяєs: Cheyanne's face is a an oval-shape, with fairly sharply sculptured cheekbones and a straight nose with light brown freckles cover the bridge. Her unique eyes stand out against her pale ivory skin tone, and her high cheekbones and semi-full lips complete the look. Her eyebrows are about the same color as her skin.
ρìєяcìиɠs: Cheyanne used to have her ears pierced when she was younger but when she was about eight, her ears became infected and she took them out. The piercings closed and she never had them redone.
scαяs : Cheyanne has many scars. Some from her childhood when she was the biggest tomboy ever and some from when she was growing up, having problems with people at school bullying her for being 'different' which caused her to start cutting herself to try and keep from taking her own life. If you see them, it's best to refrain from asking about them unless you want her to blow up at you and expect silence from her for quite a while.
тαттσσ's: Cheyanne has only one tattoo. The tattoo is of her favorite animal in the whole world. It's a tiger on her left shoulder blade. It hurt while getting it but she loved how it came out so it was worth the pain.
иσямαℓ ɠαяв: Cheyanne tends to stay in her class A or B uniform though when allowed, she wears civilian clothing.
ڒєὠℓєяγ: Cheyanne isn't too much for jewelry though she has a couple of necklaces that have tiger pendants that she loves. She has a few jelly bracelets for some different things that she wears and a leather bracelet that has some small chains on it that she occasionally wears when allowed to wear civilian clothing.
sρєcìαℓ мαяκs: Not that she's aware of.

Oh, Oh
So Much for my happy ending

Oh, Oh
So Much for my happy ending

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh...

Lets talk this over, it's not like were dead
Was it something I did? Was it something you said?
Don't leave me hanging, in a city so dead
Held up so high, on such unbreakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted,
We were meant to be supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

Oh, oh
So Much for my happy ending

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

You've got your dumb friends, I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult, but so are they
But they don't know me, do they even know you?
All the things you had for me, all the [censored] that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

It's nice to know that you were there,
Thanks for actin' like you cared
And makin' me feel like I was the only one

It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watchin' as I fall
And lettin' me know we were done

He was everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
So Much for my happy ending

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
So Much for my happy ending

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

. stubborn. fiery. silent. unique. unswayed.
ρєяsσиαℓìтγ Cheyanne is your "I'm my own kind of person", "leave me to my own" sort of girl. If she disagrees with you, she'll say so though she can't normally get her point across too easily. She's quite the quiet person. Her mind tends to keep shut real tight to keep from getting hurt anymore than it has in the past when people would make major fun of her for being 'different'. Quite the odd girl, she doesn't care what others think about her, and will do what it takes to keep calm in situations where people can't keep their thoughts to themselves and her top is about to burst. She will on occasion blow up at a person if they say/ask something way too personal or painful, often resulting in her getting into quite a bit of trouble with those who seem to be at the top of the totem pole and she doesn't seem to really care though she just wants the problems to end. Cheyanne won't do something just because everyone else is, being unable to give into peer pressure too easily unless the people she is the closest to are the ones doing the thing and only if its safe. She's always going against the flow and pushing herself to the limits of serenity to keep in control of her fiery, feisty temper. She is a total tomboy, and is always doing things that others tell her she can't though sometimes she really can't. However, she is one of the most loyal and kind people you will ever meet as long as you prove yourself to be the kind of person to be a true friend. She doesn't back down from a fight though she isn't the best fighter, she cares enough to try to protect the people who have gone the extra mile to show they care. Please don't try to lie to Cheyanne, since for most of her childhood people had pretended to be her friends and eventually she became pretty good at telling when people are being truthful.

stubborn;; Cheyanne is probably the most stubborn girl you'll ever meet since once she has her mind set to complete/accomplish something, she does her darnedest to do it. Messing with her when she's in her stubborn, upset, or bad mood will probably get you a black eye or busted lip depending on how bad you messed with her.
fiery;; Do not mess with Cheyanne. That's the first thing to know about her. She's got quite the temper and won't let ya live it down if you've ticked her off. Her temper often gets her in heaps of trouble though sometimes she manages to get out of it. She'll get pissed if you try and prove her wrong. Like all women, Cheyanne is always right. Like the fun saying: "I may be left-handed, but I'm always right."
silent;; Cheyanne's the kind of girl who will go sit in the corner with her iPod and headphones, listen to music and never know she's there. Her presence is silent and calm as long as she's not provoked. As long as no one bothers her, she keeps to herself and her boyfriend.
unique;; Cheyenne is very unique. Her personality, her looks, and just her whole aura. She is the type of person that you hope not to forget.
caring;; Cheyanne's a very caring person, especially for those she holds near and dear. Keep her close and she'll be the best friend you could ever ask for. She'll be there through thick and thin, listening to problems her friends have, trying to help solve the problems, and keeping secrets told to her in confidence.
observant;; Don't try to tell her that you're okay when you're not because she will find out what is bothering you since she hates to see people upset even of he can't help herself from being upset.
reserved;; Cheyanne is a very reserved person though a little more open around people she trusts, though there's not many.
trustworthy;; Cheyanne is a very trustworthy person, being able to keep secrets for as long as the person wants her to. If you tell her something that you don't want anyone else to know, you can rely on her to keep it to herself. Always know that you can talk to her if something's on your mind.

нìsтσяγ: wip

ℓìκєs: Some of Cheyanne's likes would have to be playing guitar, music, being outdoors, being alone in sometimes silence, Papa Roach, playing with animals, power dogs especially Rottweilers, and being by herself and her own devices. One of her all time favorite things would be big cats. Most of her stuff is themed towards big cats. Though she is blind, when she was a small child she had her sight and would go to the zoo with her family and try to drag them to the big cats. They'd always been a true favorite of hers.

ᗪìs-ℓìκєs: Her main dislikes are snotty, mean, self-centered, inconsiderate people as well as obnoxious people. Another thing that grates her nerves are girls that hang on every guy they see and those who have no boundaries or don't take care to watch other people's boundaries. Loud places with lots of people irk her especially if there's no place to escape to if things get to be too hectic. One final thing that is on her list of dislikes would be guys that are super full of themselves and think they have the right to any girl of their choosing just by snapping his fingers. It just gets under her skin.

sтяєиɠтнs: - Loyal
- Passionate
- Resourceful
- Observant
- Dynamic
[based upon the Zodiac sign of Scorpio]

ὠєακиєssєs: - Jealous
- Obsessive
- Suspicious
- Manipulative
- Unyielding
[based upon the Zodiac sign of Scorpio]

She fills my bed with gasoline
You think I woulda noticed
Her mind's made up, the love is gone
I think someone's trying to show us a sign
That even if we thought it would last
The moment would pass
My bones will break and my heart will give
Oh it hurts to live

I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
I remember the day you told me it's over

It hurts to breathe
Every time that you're not next to me
Her mind's made up, the girl is gone
And now I'm forced to see
I think I'm on my way, Oh it hurts to live today
Oh and she says “Don't you wish you were dead like me?”

I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
I remember the day you told me it's over

I wanted more than this
I needed more than this
I deserve more than this
But it just won't stop, it just won't go away
I needed more than this
I wanted more than this
I asked for more than this
But it just won't stop, it just won't go away

I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left it all behind
I remember the day you told me it's over

I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
I remember the day you told me it's over

cяυsн: crush and info here

σяєитαтìσи: Cheyanne's completely and totally straight. She's never thought of going the other way, and is perfectly happy being straight. Always has been, always will be.

ᗪαтìиɠ: Cheyanne isn't currently dating anyone.

єẋєs: Cheyanne hasn't been in a relationship before so, no.

cнєαтєя?: Never! Even though Cheyanne isn't/hasn't been in a relationship, she doesn't ever plan on cheating.

σтнєя: "Um, not really..." She has some issues with the sight in her right eye. She is also left-handed.

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

November. The Appennio mountains would become nothing more than a perilous death trap for all, it was suicide to stay, treachery to go. Either way Lieutenant-Colonel Williams would see his battalion decrease in numbers and the death toll rise. At least they knew the enemy, that was a privilege not often held in the war. Not in this one.
"Sir," Gregory drew his gaze from the list of newly arrived supplies -the corpses of Italian Mafia members distributed about the building, an arm caught in the banister of the stairs, another slung out of the window. They'd had an alarming mass of machine guns stored upstairs, it was only by sheer good luck that Greg had primed the mission to be at night. The shadows had saved their lives.
"Speak Standen," Private Edward Standen stood before the desk, quivering in his boots. He bore a bloody waterfall on his left arm, although Greg doubted any of it belonged to the man himself. He was twenty, just turned, today was his birthday.
"Eighteen dead Sir, one of our number -Private Tufnall- well, Sir, he's got a bullet in the stomach."
"Take me to him." There was no time to stay here, the Mafia group they'd just massacred was nothing more than a collection group. They were used as runners, taking mainstream warfare intelligence from Italy and the continent up to the Bosses who lurked out of reach, somewhere in the mountains. No doubt there would be spies positioned, this drama would be known sooner rather than later and Greg had no intentions to see the consequential rage.

With the Private leading the way over the mountain villa Greg came to find his closest companion spread eagled on the flood, his head cradled in the arms of Corporal Howard.
"Oh Tufnall, i'm sorry," sorry wouldn't save him, nothing would save him. But Tufnall, eyes fluttering open and shut with each uneasy breath, didn't know it. "You did good."
They'd been best friends since boyhood, they'd shared every waking moment, how could he operate without his friend? Tufnall's hand fumbled with Greg's, gripping weakly against his flesh. His grip grew weaker, his eyes staring and unseeing against the far wall, the pulse of blood slowing, his heart stopping. Greg couldn't bring himself to move. He couldn't leave his friend here, in the heart of a blood battle with no grave and no honour to his name. Couldn't abandon the only friend he'd ever had.
"Pack up. We're moving out." But neither could he condemn the battalion to death by staying. Boots shuffled away from the scene, murmuring voices whispering of the dead and the living. There would be chatter until Gregory could silence it, but not yet. Tufnall had been well-liked, more so than Gregory himself. Gregory wasn't there to be liked, he was there to work and keep them alive. One dead. His best friend at that. It could have gone worse. That, though, was of no comfort whatsoever.

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Cheyanne had been marching in the valley of the Appennio Mountains, her company going through them to get closer to the coordinates of the Mafia from some intel they had receive two days before. The company had no idea that the Royal Scottish Regiment was not too far off. Either way, they continued before being ambushed by a small group of mafia with a barrage of gunshots. The people infront of LC Parker fell, being shot so she quickly raised her SA80 A2 individual weapon (rifle) and began to fire at the enemy with commands to do so. Her comrades fell, some dying while others were already dead. She and the other soldiers saw that the enemy was retreating but didn't know why. The company was ordered to cease fire and wait but no more gunfire came which was a relief. Onee it was safe, the survivors were allowed to tend to the injured. Cheyanne's friend had been seriously injured, a gunshot through the stomach which bled profusely. The injured soldier being the only other female in the company and her close friend. LC Parker placed her hands over the wound to try and slow the bleeding. "I need quick clot!" she shouted to her comrades though they were busy caring for the others. So she ripped her undershirt sleeve (t-shirt sleeve) and tried to slow the bleeding though it still heavily bled.
"Parker, you've been a.. good friend," Private Collins said weakly, reaching up to her friend's hand and weakily held it. "I'll see ya on the other side," Collins said before coughing up some blood anf taking a shaky last breath before dying which cause Cheyanne to tear up and choke back the tears that threatened to spill.

Then the sound of footsteps came from the path behind them so the group turned, raising their weapons. Cheyanne wiped her eyes and raised her gun, hoping it was members of the Mafia. Then they saw glimpses of Scottish uniforms which puzzeled them, not knowing that Scotland had been involved in Italy. Her superior ordered to hold fire until fired upon so they waited, not knowing whether or not the Scots would attack.

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

What was it like to call Death sometime, to need him just one time, in a lifetime? How was it knowing the truth, knowing Death so intimately, was a stain? If Gregory believed such things he'd speculate curses. Of course it wasn't a curse, it was mankind's nature spun into a ball of ice and destruction. He couldn't stop it, he didn't want to, if his preferences had to be taken into consideration at all he'd have claimed leave and spent the rest of his days living in isolation out in the fells of Scotland. But preferences didn't play apart here or anywhere else. This was a world war and not everyone would come out alive. Those that did might half wish they hadn't.

Still. It didn't make the pain any-more bearable. It made it worse. How many more of his men would perish at the hands of the enemy? How much longer would it take? How long was the war of freedom to be fought? Bonds of fellowship meant nothing, nobody wanted to bend and yet the winds were howling. They would all break sooner or later. This war would echo for an eternity, hatred the new disease, death a friend to all and none at once. How could they contemplate existing in such a world? They couldn't.

The sun was peaking over the eastern tip now, it rose behind them, sending their shadows stretching out ahead like guides. It was uneven ground, the terrain rough and littered with bone-splintering potholes and traps. Gregory bid his remaining men caution as they sulked across the landscape, their packs heavy with newly acquired gear, guns slung over the shoulders, their monotonous march leading them upward. It was Rory Straw, a private fresh faced from training but with enough potential to have survived so far, who gave word of warning. The mountains were death traps for even the most experienced of men without the Mafia lurking everywhere. Scouts were a way of securing themselves slightly. It was Rory who, pressed against rocks on a precipice, spotting the snaking figures of infantry. Gregory was perplexed, the group might need help, might have help to offer. Intel. Weapons. Food. Heavens knew they were all running short of food.
"Stay low, Straw you and Rowlands take the vantage points, shoot to kill if you have even a small doubt of their intentions. The rest of you spread out and keep low." So it was that they progressed up the slope toward the plain and met with their counterparts.
"Lower your arms! Do not fire! Do not fire!" Gregory threw his voice out, his own battalion keeping their fingers snug against their triggers but aiming at the rocks instead of bodies now. He stood uneasily, weary of an ambush. "Name yourselves! Who is your highest ranked officer! Step forward or my men will shoot to kill!"

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

The sounds of the footsteps wasn't all too loud but then a couple trailed off somewhere and she thought she heard voices. Maybe I'm hearing things. She thought as she stayed in the brush for cover. All the recent events began to tug at her heart which made her question her true reason for being in the army. Her best friend dying, quite a few of her male comrades dying, and then the chance of her dying in just a matter of time. It all made her choke back any tears and the crying that would go with it so that the possible enemy wouldn't hear any weakness.

Then the footsteps came closer so she peeked through the branches of the brush she hid in. The next thing to reach her ears was a voice, an unfamiliar male's voice. He requested for their highest ranking officer to approach. Captain Roger Richards slowly stood with hands raised and gave the order of, "Lower your weapons." The group obeyed though weary of the unknown troops. Captain Richards slowly stepped forward. "Do not fire! We are British troops of the British Army. We have some injured men and many casualties," he called out, hoping that the other group wouldn't fire.

Cheyanne kept a hand on her gun, just in case. She had no idea who these people were or why they were here. Dear Lord, please keep the rest of these men safe and out of harm's way... she silently prayed, hoping the prayer might help. Her head hurt and body ached from their travels, having had to hit the deck quite a few times in the last forty-eight hours. With the possibility of the other group firing, she moved to hide behind a large boulder so she would be almost fully covered if they fired and she would have a firing point. Though the thought crossed her mind, she prayed it wouldn't come to that. She slowly peeked out from behind the boulder to see a fairly rag-tag team of men opposite her own men who looked ragged and tired. Her eyes briefly landed on a Lieutenant-Colonel who was the one speaking before quickly looking away and ducking back behind the boulder.

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

July, 2003, he was nothing more than a fresh-faced officer in the brigade. They were on patrol on the Turkish border when they were ambushed. Five fatalities, one survivor.
The day has stuck stead-fast in Greg's mind since they entered the mountainous regions; it's far from easy to remain undetected when you're leaving a trail of corpses behind you. But he cannot let the moment run away. A bad judgement call and there would be more than just five fatalities here. Steady, steady. The announcement of a familiar sounding friend sparks delight in the battered man's chest. He turns, partly, and lowers his own weapon. His men obey at once, standing at ease.
"At ease man!" The Lieutenant-Colonel waves toward the British Captain and begins forward to meet with him. "Lieutenant-Colonel Williams, 1st Battalion The Royal Regiment of Scotland, how many wounded? We have supplies enough, I have a medical man amongst us," Greg's eyes settle on the face of the Captain, pained, old eyes beyond their years. They pivoted from the British Captain to the soldiers behind, they were a ragged bunch, although he doubted they appeared any better than he and his own men, a lone female figure stood out from among them. Gregory had had four women in his battalion at the beginning of the deployment. Three were wounded in action and returned to medical treatments. They'd been at the foot of the mountain then -eight months ago. The forth was dead.

"Gather your men Captain, this area isn't safe, here, I shall have my man treat your wounded whilst you share with my the details of your mission." Williams nods his head dully at the man, giving him no chance to protest, before stalking back to his own battalion.
They came flocking toward him, their faces shadowed with caution. Strangers were dangerous foe, no matter the title of friendship above them.
"Rodgers I want you over there, their Captain announced injuries, check them out, I want your opinion on them all. Sanders accompany him, take some water, find out what provisions they have, we all know their Captain won't be honest." The two nodded swiftly and, with the packs still mounted on their backs and their guns ready across their chests, they jogged out toward the British company. The remaining group stood waiting for orders. Greg contemplated the situation. Then, calmly,
"Secure the area. Set us a mile perimeter of defences, i'll have men relieve you at noon." There was a general feeling of dismantlement at the order; it meant they would be staying in the company of the strangers for a period of time too great in many of their minds. But he wasn't after their permission to speak with the British legion.

They couldn't rid the Mafia out of the mountains alone, their company was too small and, even if it had been larger, the chance at information was slim. Perhaps an alliance could be brokered between them. With his men dispatched on duties Gregory made his own way back toward the Captain, surprised to find his gaze drifting continuously toward the female figure of their group.

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|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Soon enough Captain Richards and the Lt Colonel were speaking as if they were old friends. Captain Richards nodded and stuck his hand out towards the Lt Colonel, shaking his hand. "Good to see you!" He said, looking back at his men. "About five wounded and about fifteen dead." He continued, looking back at the man before him. "I and my troops greatly appreciate your help," He said, waving his men forward.

Cheyanne moved to help one of her injured comrades towards the Scots. Her company brothers moved in a slow, sluggish pace due to carrying or helping the injured ones. Her eyes moved to look at the Lt Colonel again and she became perplexed on why he was helping her company. Once to the cover of the rocks, she gently lowered Private Harris to the ground and tried to help tourniquet his arm since he had been shot through his upper arm. The blood made her fairly sick to her stomach but she tried to keep a calm face for her friend so he wouldn't become anxious or anything of the sort and raise his blood pressure. "It'll be okay," she murmured, keeping pressure on the tourniquet. "I need some help!" she called out, not exactly remembering her basic medical training that she had received at basic training. Her eyes soon found their way to look at the Lt Colonel and her gaze briefly met his so she quickly looked back down at her wounded friend.

Captain Richards looked up to see Lt Colonel Williams approach and nodded. "Thank you for your help," he said, gathering their provisions to see what they still had. They had little food, a small amount of extra ammo, and a fairly small amount of medical supplies with them. "What have you found out so far?" he asked once the Lt Colonel was within eat shot. He stood at ease while speaking.

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[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

He proffers a grim smile of his own to the Captain.
"Sorry to hear it Captain." Grave news, that fifteen soldiers should be dead is not a surprise and that is the greatest tragedy of all.
"Dispatched with nineteen men in all, three wounded in action, one missing, two dead. Fresh ammunition collected this morning, the villas south west of here," he turns his body slightly to gesture the way from which his men had come, "were being used by eighteen Mafia members. Suspected carriers. I take it you've recently met with the enemy?" The wounds of his own regiment are enough evidence for this conclusion, it was hardly a difficult induction to make. He opens his mouth to say more when a call for aid reaches his lobes. Without hesitating he hurries toward the rocks where the Lance Corporal kneels beside a comrade.

The wound is to the upper arm, nasty, possible signs of infection already showing themselves.
"I need to see if the bullet left your arm Soldier, brace yourself," it is only now he brings his haggard grey eyes to the Lance Corporal, the slenderness of her face is puzzling after so long in the company of square-jawed men. What did she think of his face? He had a face far from ordinary, the high cheekbones, the sharpness of his lips,the paleness of his skin. His face didn't belong to a killer or a fighter. It belonged to poetry and science, to education out of harms way. Neither was his body made for the physical exertions of a military lifestyle and yet here he was, Lt Colonel hunting down Italian Mafia.
"Have you a lighter, Lance Corporal?" He asks her as she pulls out a knife from his belt buckle, unsheathing the small blade before her. "We need the blade red with heat to sear the wound shut, it'll stop the bleeding better than a tourniquet," it would also stop nerve damage and help protect against blood poisoning although he keeps this private, it would not do to panic the wounded man between them. She did well to cut off the blood flow with the material, stemming the flow would make it easier to remove the bullet if necessary.
"What's your name? Are you hurt?" There is blood on her hands, hers or from someone else? Gingerly taking her gaze in his own he searches her face for some sign of who she is, what she is.


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