New Lands
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				Title: <strong>New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hyde</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 23:22:43</strong>
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				It had been a strange sequence of events that had brought them all to an even stranger result. Had you asked any of those sitting around the noisy cargo hold a few months ago what the would be doing on that night they would have given any number of things but none of them could have predicted what was about to happen.<br><br>It all started when Doctor Samuel Hainic in his research claimed to discover a way to use gravitational fields to "jump" from one level of the universe to the next. Of course hailed as a lunatic by most of his peers only a selected few actually gave his theory any sort of credit. Mainly one Adrian Muir. He had gone through a good chunk of his railroad inheritance in order to get the Doctors vision to it's completion and most labeled him as insane as the Doctor himself.<br><br>After the research had been completed and the experiments ran over and over the group was finally assembled. A German archaeologist named Kohler, a close friend of the Muir's Florence along side Susan Miller their linguist should they even encounter any other form of life, and finally Alex Smade their survivalist. They where all explained exactly what would happen however in all honesty they mostly assumed that Hainic was as insane as the rumors stated. Still with a hansom sum of money and their own personal reasons the group had agreed anyway and now where on the threshold of the expedition.<br><br>The engines of the cargo plane was almost deafening. The group all sat across from each other a bit nervously as the Doctor handed out the parachute packs. Only a few hours ago had then been briefed on how one actually "jumps" from your plain to the next. It turns out that the Doc takes the term literally. The group was expected when the correct altitude was achieved to jump from the plane to the ground below. If all went according to plan the packs the Doc had added to the parachutes would turn the resulting increase of gravity as they plummeted toward the earth into a small rift. Once the parachute was deployed they would be landing in a land all together new and unexplored by man. It sounded foolish, ridiculous, frightening and dangerous to say the least. Most if not all of them assumed the box wouldn't work and when they landed in a field outside of town they would simply collect their money and head home with a story to tell. None of them could have been completely prepared for what happened next. The Doctor after passing out the Portal Boxes and parachutes went to check on their location. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife and nobody really talked more just looked at each other in amazement that Adrian was able to find people actually willing to do this.<br><br>The Doc emerged from the cockpit and tried his best to speak over the engines. "Alright! We're here!" he said with excitement in his voice. "Help me push out the cargo!" he directed as he moved towards a large crate in the far back. It was full of provisions and things they may need in the future, strapped with it's own parachute and portal box. Adrian opened the door leading out into the night sky. The cold air rushed into the cargo hold hitting each individual like a brick. With a bit of force Adrian and Doc were able to get the cargo out the door and they both watched as it fell to the ground. Mere seconds after it left the plane small sparks appeared around it till suddenly it was out of sight. No parachute was ever seen. Both Adrian and the Doc looked at each other with a bit of concern for a slight second before the Doc broke the bad feeling.<br><br>"Okay who's first!!!" He said with a grin as he made his way down the isle stopping at each pack and switching on the Portal Box checking on it before he turned waiting on their response, a look of a child at Christmas eve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 07:15:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reinhardt Kohler couldn't believe what he was taking in, these crackpots had truly, wholeheartedly believed in their theories. He'd accompanied the expedition because if by some miracle, they were right, he had the chance to become the greatest German since Frederick the Great. Such discoveries, and their accompanying assistants, were certainly not forgotten on the pages of history books. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Ja, I vil be next." he said, hoping his english wasn't nearly so bad as he knew it sounded. Pulling the newly minted goggles he had procured at steep personal cost down over his eyes, he smiled. The designers of such a device meant to keep the wind out of motorcyclists eyes, he doubted they would ever have thought to use them in this manner. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As he shuffled his way awkwardly toward the door, teetering like some red headed drunkard in this great parachute and his several bags of personal gear, the irony involved in this journey struck him. He had come on this journey believing it would likely be forgotten within the week, his pockets overflowing with those fresh American bills Muir threw around as if they were leaves in the fall. Such funding would have easily sent him on an expedition to another continent or two, but now...Frederick the Great had to be trembling in his ancient cavalry boots...here comes Reinhardt Kohler! <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Looking each of the other adventurers in the eyes, seeing a range of emotions unable to possibly be understood in such a briefly momentous instant, he turned towards the side door in the air craft. It was then that he remembered his training to jump from planes...He had to clear the wings...if he didn't it would be quite messy.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Then, the concentration faded from his features into the look of a pure hearted daredevil. "Aufwiederseheeeeeeeeee...." the leap from the aircraft and the few instants it took Rienhardt to disappear left the oxygen deprived sky left the goodbye half finished at best....
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 08:34:33</strong>
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				During the planning process, Adrian was filled with unbridled optimism. Even if the experiment was a failure, he would still be happy to know that he had tried, for nothing was a sure thing in life but death. Now, in the belly of that great flying duck... His lunch boiled in his belly and he was beginning to have some second thoughts. His deep blue eyes reflected a great dismay as the German leaped out of the plane, shouting some Rhinelandish obscenity as he went. "Damn kraut," he wheezed, feeling his elbows shaking from within his own jacket. Far below, he saw Kohler sparkle out of existence, and into some other land.<br><br>Looking over to Susan and Florence, he gave a brave nod and stepped closer to the doorway. "I would normally say ladies first, but I have a distinct feeling this is not one of those times!" He shouted, soon out of breath from their altitude and the volume needed to relay his message.<br><br>Funny enough, the last thing that went through Adrian Muir's mind before he jumped from that plane was the need to have something to yell as he jumped. He pondered for a moment before he smiled, the expression giving his face a more youthful look. He was not even thirty, but he had been cursed by his genes to lose all the coloring in his hair very early, and many people mistook him for an older man who took good care of himself.<br><br>Adrian sucked in one last breath before he yelled, "YOOOOSEMITEEEEEEEEE!", after his favorite national park and he jumped out of the airplane... Very sloppily. His elbow crashed against the door as he jumped, sending him spinning with no coordination down to the earth. He was screaming now and he pulled the cord on his parachute, waiting for it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 12:04:28</strong>
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				FLORENCE MACKINNON<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Florence_MacKinnon_01.jpg)<br><br>Once I discovered Doctor Hainic planned to make his "transition" as I thought of it via parachutes jumping from an aeroplane I became even more sceptical, if such a thing were possible. However there was nothing to be lost here. His preparations had been undertaken mostly in secret and few knew of his theory other than close friends and associates he had contacted. If nothing happened we could pass the adventure off as a parachuting trip in the hired aeroplane of an eccentric companion and nothing would be lost, certainly not my reputation. If however by the slimmest chance what he had told us was true...<br><br>Everything to be gained, eh?<br><br>I had come well prepared and left at home my voluminous skirts and blouses, packing merely one of each for this trip, the rest of my attire being cobbled together from my leather motorcycling overalls and helmet with goggles and a canvas aviator's suit, wool-lined. Although most of my anthropological survey equipment had been packed with the main cargo boxes I kept a few items with me and the knapsack strapped across my front combined with the parachute on my back and the bulky suit to make me look like some odd drunken teddy bear as I staggered up via the narrow folding ladder into the belly of the machine.<br><br>Conversation en-route as we gained altitude was almost impossible, these aeroplanes are the devil's own noisiness and we had to scream a few words at the tops of our voices into each other's ears.<br><br>(http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/air-recent/junkers-g31.jpg) (http://varifrank.com/images/Tri-motor_Fokker.jpg)<br><br>We reached the height and location that Doctor Hainic decided was the right one, though all the sky looks the same to me and he and the men pushed the cargo box out of the door, then indicated it was time to jump out.<br><br>I've seen aeroplane shows put on by pilots from the war, displays and things and even seen a man use a parachute, and of course they were used by the Germans in the war but even so! I ask you! I might be the very first female to ever do this!<br><br>Waddling in an unladylike manner towards the door, both Herr Kohler and Doctor Muir jumped, Doctor Hainic standing by, switching on the devices strapped on us.<br><br>I stood in the small doorway and felt the wind rush past my face, almost ripping the leather flying hat off. I pulled the goggles over my eyes and braced. The others had said something as they went, some sort of yell and as I stood there for a few instants I could quite understand why! It was thrilling! Intensely exhilarating! I couldn't think of anything suitable to yell at all however and leaned back into the door before pulling forwards and leaping out. The sensation of air slamming me over and the feeling of falling was enough however to make me yell out, <strong>"Oh, my God!"</strong> as I plummeted down towards the clouds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hyde</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 16:07:57</strong>
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				Those that left the plane first were met with a rush of the night air. The altitude alone made for a chilly current and the fact that the night sky had been up for a while just added to it. The rush of the actual plummet intensified as their speed increased with each second doubling as they fell like rocks to the ground so far below. However no more then a second or two after leaving the safety of the plane sparks started to emit from the Portal Box strapped to their chutes. These sparks started slow but with every second increased till the brightness almost was to much. Where they malfunctioning? Did the crazy Doc get the wires crossed? There was no time to actually test out any of the theories as the ground was very very rapidly coming at them.<br><br>It was then that there was a large flash and the blinding light swept over the skydivers. The sound of rushing air was then met with the sound of the parachute deploying on it's own. A sudden jerk and their fall became a glide the wind being the only rush of air around them. The sudden cause of light made it difficult to see at first but slowly their vision would return as they took in their surroundings.<br><br>The night had disappeared entirely and now a blazing sun was seen on the horizon. It could be setting or rising for all they knew still it blazed brighter then they were use to. The darkness wasn't the only thing that had disappeared however. Below their feet slowly rising to meet their fall was an entirely new world. Lush forests lay to what they could only assume was their west. Smoke rising from one spot as if a sign of campfires. The vast cities they had seen on their descent had vanished replaced with endless fields and blue waters in the distance. The cold air had been replaced with very warm and gentle breezes, almost tropical. Even though they would land a small distance from each other it would be easy to track and locate the rest of the group.<br><br>he had done it...the bastard had actually found a way to jump to a new plain..it was vast, unexplored and breathtaking to say the least and there it was all theres.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 00:43:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reinhardt found the American parachute he was operating quite clunky. It was like a good German parachute, but to his alarm when he noticed it while reaching for the ripcord, completely lacked a reserve chute. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Mein Gott!" was all he could manage against the whipping of the winds gravity drug him through faster than any human had a right to go. Scrabbling a bit, he finally did pull the ripcord, the slight light that had been dissipating from his clothing now gone....Such had been his alarm, that he had pulled his chute a bit too late, and many of the new world's curiosities had passed him as only a blur. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Holding onto the thick canvas and denim assembly for dear life, he found himself grinding his teeth in anxiety. The ground was coming up too fast! Realizing there wasn't much he could do about it, he curled his legs beneath him to properly land and somehow managed to keep his eyes open for the impact. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;KRAAK! The sound itself was less of a shock than the exquisite pain that it represented. "Schiesse!" Was all that he could find within himself to scream. Later, he would find it strange how people always reverted to their native tongue when in the panic that pain brought on. Right now however, Reinhardt rolled to look at his ankle and see how bad the break could possibly be, so sure that he had broken his leg. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the parachute settled over his heapish form, he began chuckling to himself, as his shaky hands withdrew his level from his boot in several pieces...the fear washing from his conciousness as the heavy off white canvas drowned out the world...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 02:04:38</strong>
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				Alex had been sitting in the plane, seeming to almost be asleep he was so silent.&nbsp; This wasn't the first plane he had been on, and it wouldn't be the last, as far as he was concerned.&nbsp; He had no intentions of dying.<br><br>He had been briefed, like the others on what the mission was.&nbsp; Exploring a new world?&nbsp; It sounded insane, to say the least.&nbsp; Alex was familiar with the insane, though.&nbsp; He had seen plenty of it during the great war.&nbsp; Some people embraced it.&nbsp; Others feared it.&nbsp; Alex wasn';t sure which one he had been.&nbsp; But, that was a lifetime ago.<br><br>Now, he was seated in a plane, god only knows how many miles up in the air.&nbsp; He hadn't said much during the trip, a unlit cigarette in his hand.&nbsp; He rolled it every once in a while, wanting to smoke it, but deciding he would once they landed.&nbsp; It would taste all the better then.<br><br>When the the parachutes were passed out, Alex strapped his on over his&nbsp; body.&nbsp; This was not the first time he had jumped before.&nbsp; He had done it three other times.&nbsp; It was still a rush though.&nbsp; Alex didn't care much for the helpless feeling of being in the air.&nbsp; He felt like a target ready to get shot out of it.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, watching as the others, one by one, jumped, He walked up to the exit.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, and then jumped out the window, making a soundless exit as he flew through the air into the great unknown.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hyde</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 15:55:47</strong>
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				The new day was very bright and the air had an almost tropical feel to it with a rather high humidity making it a bit sticky. The crate of supplies had already landed before the party arrived in the new land and waited at the edge of the forest to their west. The tree's formed suddenly and it appeared that luck was on their side for if they had dropped just a few hundred yards further they would have landed in the treeline and more injuries would have been unavoidable. Still in the fields outside the forest Alex, Reinhardt, Adrian, Florence, and Richard (assistant to the Doctor and all around packmule) could finally meet up.<br><br>It did however seem, that was were their luck had run out. While major injury was avoided they seemed to be short a few members. Particularly Susan Miller and Doctor Hainic. This did not sit well at all, without Susan they were down to one linguist and without the Doctor returning to their own world would prove impossible. The longer they collected their things the longer it was apparent then the sun was rising instead of setting and if it was this humid in the morning one could imagine how it was going to get shortly with the sun overhead.<br><br>Using the new Sun, which appeared much larger then they had been use to, mixed with compass readings directions could be identified. East held a vast prairie and flatland as far as the eye could see. There had been some larger lakes in the distances that would have been easy to spot from their descent. To the west was the forest, in the distance smoke could still be seen and if memory served the team well the forest to was vast and seemingly endless.<br><br>To their north was seemingly nothing. The treeline of the forest extended far off the curve of the new world. To their south however the hills started to grow and in the far distance stood towering mountains the height of which would make Everest look like a golf course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 19:04:27</strong>
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				Adrian had... Never jumped from an airplane before, and had never received proper instructions on how to land. He came down a bit heavily, and rolled his ankle as soon as he had hit the ground, and he gave a yelp of sharp pain as he began to entangle himself in his parachute. "Christ almighty, that hurt!" He said, and decided it would at this immediate time be a better idea to untangle himself from this mess and then address his rolled ankle.<br><br>After struggling with the nylon parachute, he finally managed to stand up under his own power and test his weight. It hurt, but he could walk fine, with perhaps a minor limp. "Thank John Rockefeller I was wearing boots!" He turned to his fellow adventurers... "I can't believe it worked! What do you think, ladies and gentlemen? Our Doctor Hainic has authored a scientific revolution, and we are the pioneers of the newest frontier."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 22:09:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Reinhardt took hold of his parachute, drawing it towards himself to shove it back into his pack hand over hand. The action was of course impossible, the parachute needing to be folded before placed back into the great pack. He attempted it without regard to the facts of the matter however, looking up from his obsessive stuffing only at Adrian's calling, his brow furroughed thoroughly. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"To be a pioneer, von has to return to dee land vare his discovery applies. Vee should look into ziss before too much celebration." Moderation and reason then, well thought out to him at least. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Finally giving up on stuffing the parachute into the satchel again, Reinhardt stood up and began the process of working himself out of his harness, a chore in and of itself. He had nearly worked the right shoulder strap over his head when the fact that they were a bit short of their original number.. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Who are vee missing?" Try as he might, he couldn't keep the slight alarm out of his voice as he turned in place, task half finished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 13:10:10</strong>
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				FLORENCE MACKINNON<br><br>If you had told me to imagine the most exhilarating sensation I would have thought of things like relaxing in front of a roaring fire, or driving a Triumph 750 around corners much faster that you should dare, or of biting into the finest Swiss chocolate. I would never have dreamed in a million years of telling you about throwing yourself out of an aeroplane and hanging from a parachute.<br><br>After the initial mad rush of air and scariness and then the <em>whump!</em> of the silk opening and being yanked backwards much too hard so that I made a surprised <strong>"Ooof!"</strong> I hung there and simply marvelled at the world around me. It wasn't just below that was beautiful but the sky up here too, so clear and wide and <em>high</em>. Astonishing to be true!<br><br>But below my dangling legs which I found fun to wiggle about was something that soon grabbed my entire attention. Gone was the flat farmland with it's regular man-made boundaries, the sweep of roads and railway lines and the lights of buildings. Instead I was hanging over a different place, quite extraordinarily different. On one hand a wide flat rolling savannah stretched away and on the other a deep dark rich forest of towering trees that looked denser than any Amazonian jungle. Way off to one side in the purple distance were huge mountains and I was trying to work out which ones these were (surely not the Alps, nor the Himalayas, the peak shapes were all wrong) when I became aware of the ground rushing up towards me somewhat worryingly!<br><br>With another muffled <strong>"Ooof!"</strong> and a roll over I found myself lying on my back quite near the trees. I knelt up and got untangled from a spider's web of lines and then unbuckled the harness that had done quite a good job of slicing me in half near my unmentionables. I shrugged the straps off and stood up to gratefully see familiar faces near the trees. Gathering my parachute up into a saggy bundle I trotted over, a big grin on my face.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Who are vee missing?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> A German voice asked as I arrived, <strong>"Not me! All present and correct chaps!"</strong> I beamed.<br><br><strong>"Good heavens! That was fun! Are we all here?"</strong> I dumped the silk at my feet and checked that my pack was still secure.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I can't believe it worked! What do you think, ladies and gentlemen? Our Doctor Hainic has authored a scientific revolution, and we are the pioneers of the newest frontier."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Absolutely I say!"</strong> I replied to Muir, <strong>"And astounding fun to boot don't you know! But speaking of Hainic, where is he?"</strong><br><br>I turned to the fellow who was Hainic's assistant, <strong>"Have you seen him young man?"</strong><br><br>As I struggled to get my legs back I busied myself with a small distraction. I never smoke the dratted things but I do like to have something in my fingers to idly amuse myself with. I pulled out a Havana (only slightly bent) and twiddled it about then stuck it in my mouth to give it a comfortable chew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmo_ac</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 16:49:28</strong>
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				Alex had landed on the ground with a practiced ease.&nbsp; Nothing to it, once you got the simple concept down, really.&nbsp; He was pleased to see that the others had managed to land without hurting themselves.&nbsp; However, It seemed that a few members were missing.&nbsp; This wasn't good.&nbsp; Perhaps they would show up in a few minutes?<br><br>Alex helped the others gather there supplies up, but every other minute he would be looking around.&nbsp; The mission had just started, and somehow he had already lost two people.&nbsp; Granted, using a parachute was hardly less then a perfect form of travel.&nbsp; The wind took you where it wanted to, and that was really all that could be said about that.<br><br>Taking out his rifle, Alex used his scope attachment to pear around, trying to see if he could see anything in the distance.&nbsp; Well, there was the smoke.&nbsp; Where there was smoke, there was fire, and where there was fire, usually there were people.&nbsp; <br><br>Lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep breath, Alex looked over the pressent members of the group.&nbsp; "Alright, it seems that a few of our people have disapeared.&nbsp; We're going to need to try and find them, particulerly Doctor Hainic, for obvious reasons.&nbsp; I'm suggesting we head west, towards the smoke. We'll mark our way as we go, so we can find our way back to this place if needed.&nbsp; Does anybody else have any ideas or suggestions, however?"&nbsp; Alex looked over the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Decrepitdan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 21:40:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reinhardt turned to Alex and smiled wanly, "I sink vee should be full of care. We have no doctor or field surgeon and vee are unsure of owehr surroundings and if such peoples vould be violent..." Turning about, he continued. "Have vee even found zee supplies yet as vell?" <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Looking first to Adrian, then to Florence and finally back to Alex questioningly, before deciding that there probably wasn't an answer. Having finally freed himself of his rigging, he was able to check quickly how his equipment had made it through the near free fall of a moment before. It appeared that the level was the only major piece of equipment that he'd broken outright. A very good omen so far as he was concerned. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Unshouldering his own rifle, an absurdly long Kar98 bolt action rifle, he looked down to ascertain that his bayonet still rested at his side. "Of course..." he smiled at the slightly smaller party than he was used to. "If vee go, vee must be sure to get ahll of zat wiss us as vell, vat do you two zsink?" He directed the question to the thus unspoken, appearing ready for either eventuality. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hyde</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 17:37:38</strong>
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				As the group assessed the situation Richard realized that most of their main supplies had fallen a few hundred yards closer to the tree line then the group. He knew of several things that they would need including tents lay in the crate. He didn't say anything, mostly due to his shy nature instead he started to walk to the crate to retrieve what was needed.<br><br>Richard was about six foot, rather well built for a lab assistant. It was obvious Hainic used him more for his muscles then his brain. He was not unattractive to say the least. His green eyes paid great attention to detail as he scanned the surrounding area while he walked.<br><br>As Richard got to the supply box and started to move it something caught his attention in the tree's. It was faint but a sound of struggle. Someone was in trouble!
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Lands</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 11:06:36</strong>
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				Adrian looked to the German in confusion... The accent threw him off terribly. "Ahh, yes, I agree with you Reinhardt," he said, not sure if he was supposed to be agreeing with anything. It seemed young Richard had already set off to gather the supplies... Adrian figured he should be as much of a help as he could, though heavy lifting seemed a daunting task with his ginger ankle. "I don't know how wise it is to wait for Dr. Hainic here. Who knows what scientific variables dictate where one would land whenever they warp to this new world? Hainic could be on the other side of the continent, for all we know, if he's not already here."<br><br>He scratched at his chin, where stubble was already beginning to form. He had made sure to stash a razor in his supplies as well... A man could not present himself as civilized if he was sporting a full beard in the middle of the summer season. Holding his hand out to Florence, he said, "Miss MacKinnon, if you would help escort me to the cargo... I don't trust my ankle to support me after that nasty fall." It was a thinly disguised excuse to hold her hand, and his wide grin would tip her off to that. It would be better than leaning on the sweaty Kraut for support, and that was Adrian Muir's logic.
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