No Time For Sorrow

[Dorizzit]

Jakken digs through the pack and pulls out the thumb lighter. Giving R'nshai another shot of Morphine, he cauterizes the wound (Heal Check if necessary: (1d20+14)[15]) "R'nshai should be fine. His condition is stabilized now, and all of his wounds have been attended to. I'll go with the scout group, they might need my help if we haven't finished the Orks or we find survivors."

[Electric_Monkey]

Jurgis glances around at the rest of the squad, mindful of his injuries. He can see all too clearly that all three of R'nashi, Jakken and Gokraj have suffered worse than he has. Of the fit troopers, he sees that the majority have rare and precious skills, as well as bulky equipment best employed from static positions. He is also mindful of his disposition in the last battle - sitting at the rear, practically the full squad between himself and the enemy.

Jurgis raises an unsteady hand. "I volunteer for search duty, Sarge."

[Shades of Gray]

I'll keep watch. Can't sleep thinking of what else could possibly go wrong today. At seeing the smokes he says. Those things'can'kill ya. I should know.

[Electric_Monkey]

Jurgis shrugs. He hadn't noticed the pack of lho-sticks sitting beside the thumb-sparker, which he had assumed was just for lighting fires. "If our illustrious quartermasters see fit to put smokes in survival kits, I guess they figure the bullets'll get us first. Probably right, too."