A Carpenter, a Medic, and a NCO - LP 2/12/21

Ol'random · 2021-02-12 09:03:35 PM

Pvt. Dom,
Pvt. Donica,
and Sgt. Terrence

'Log Day 20-whatever [the correct number is placed underneath], it's been more than a week in this... [the following phrase is inked out with the word 'unpleasant place' beneath] Sgt. Z and the CO have been at it again, and I cannot claim to enjoy being here. It's not like I can whack the sergeant on the head and order him to stop. Note: I will have to compile an official citation whatever over the behavior, the clark can sort it out. Anyway, Pvt. Konner managed to break his ankle when he fell through part of the dock ruins so that is our first causality this trip! Poor lad was just carrying the water buckets and running from Pvt. Dom who I don't believe was actually doing anything but looking scary, but I digress. As for the inventory, our supplies are holding though we had too much salt - an extra bag or so which I had sent back to the mountain with the injured private. All things considered things are running smoothly despite the aggressive way Sgt. Z has acted towards the locals (and vice versa). I hope a confrontation will not happen, and Brocktree knows I've tried everything to prevent it, but it's somewhat out of my paws.
Today we we began work clearing the south side of the harbor, with...'

Terrence sits writing on a barrel while hares are using a makeshift crane made of wood beams and rope to pull up what appears to be a mast from the shore beneath them.

Dominik had spent the time there at the docks doing his best to be as helpful as possible. As a matter of fact, their current activities seemed to please the large hare quite a bit, for it was an opportunity for him to get in some time doing what he'd spent so much time doing in his homeland before leaving to journey to the mountain... namely, carpentry and building things. It was a nice feeling to be able to actually construct things instead of destroying them, and Dom had gone about his work with a certain importance that he hadn't really felt too often before. Helping the group of hares to pull up the mast, Dom eventually manages to extricate himself from said group once the task is finished, and he makes his way over towards where Terrence is seated on the barrel. The massive buck eyes him for a moment, ears twitching as his arms fold across his broad chest. His head gives a little tilt, a twinkle in his eye as a smirk crosses his muzzle. His fur is matted down with perspiration, and from the looks of him he'd been hard at work for awhile, his clothing all dirty and torn in places. "Hmm. Must be careful, vouln't vant you to get cramp in paw from too much writing," he replies, dryly.

"Ha!" Terrence sets the quill aside, being careful not to stain the page with ink. "I daresay you're about a week late with that advice, Dom." He stands, watching the hares work for a bit. There's some trouble the knots tied around the mast that had come undone they were scrambling to get it fixed. "So... How's you're work going?"

Donica makes her way over towards the other hares, as she does so she is putting some bandages back in a pouch she has, beside her a rat who has a bandaged paw, "Ummm thanks" The hare maid nods and smiles, the rat just nods and walks off else where.

Dominik's chuckle rumbles in his chest as he regards Terrence with what seems to be amusement. At the question, he lifts a paw and rubs at an ear. "Is going vell, for most part. Am surprised at amount of hares who seem like zey haff never seen planks of wood and tools before in their lives, but is okay. Dom knows enough to correct and show correct vay to do things," he nods. "Is happy no vun has nailed footpaw to dock, yet. Am waiting for this." He smirks, before he lifts his eyes to regard Donica. "She has come in handy though for smaller bumps and bruises." The large hare's attention shifts towards the scrambling going on over at the worksite, and he sighs. "Be vun moment, must fix." He trots away and over towards the problem area.

"Alright then -" Terrence eyes dart to the rat as they and the healer approach. "Don't be to hard on them Dom!" He calls after the big hare, "Most of them neveh have seen a plank of wood before used beyond furniture- Sala's all rock stone!" Gaze still following the vermin, he sergeant dips his head in greeting to Donica. He relaxes when the rat's out of sight. "Afternoon, medic. Who was you'h friend there?"

Donica gives a salute, "Can't say friend, but they had a hurt paw so offered ta fix it, rather have beasts here see we are helpful than see us as...well suppose annoying, some vermin here leave us alone or watch us, thar is a stoat though..."

Dominik makes his way towards where the knots were coming untied, and the large hare calmly manages to re-secure the problem areas, making sure that things were secured adequately enough, before he heads back over towards Donica and Terrence. He sighs, giving a shake of his head. "If vant things done right, must do by self..." he replies with a smirk. "Am surprised whole thing didn't topple over." The buck had largely avoided any contact with the denizens of the town when possible, figuring he likely wouldn't be approached due to his size and usual demeanor...and so no issues had arisen from that aspect of things.

Sitting back down on the barrel the sergeant lets himself laugh aloud. "Well, alight then! I can't argue with that, Doncia. Bettah than getting..." He waves a paw, searching for the right word, "..Upset with us, eh?" Terrence had paid only half-attention to what was going on with the mast and knots, and was certainly glad whatever the problem was had been sorted out. "Well I'm glad nothing tipped ovah, though it wouldn't exactly be unexpected."

Donica frowns "Rather not deal with any major injuries, been lucky so far"

Dominik finds another barrel to seat himself upon nearby, the large buck taking a brief respite from his work...though his eyes remain on the crew not too far away from where they currently are. "Aye. But is vhy Dom is here, to make sure this does not happen." He chuckles. "Is good crew, though. Most vil vurk, vithout lots of chatter. Figure the less chatter, the faster vurk gets done. Vant to finish, and return home as soon as possible..." he nods.

"I certainly hope there'll be no more injuries." Terrence lets himself slump back to leans against the small wall, pinching the bridge of his snout. "I'd rathah not deal with the things that cause majah injuries, though I'm rathah afraid we're already down that path." He lets the words hang in the air a moment, his implication dark, though soon relents and smiles. "Of course they're a good crew, Dom! Trained them all myself fo'h seasons at this point - thei'h no mountain recruits now, that's fo'h certain."

Donica frowns "Are ya..worried sur? I know Sergeant Zolomon has been rather...well" She isn't sure, best not say something displeasing. "Protective..." Yeah thats good, "and Ensign Elbio has kept rather busy making sure things do well, he is...well somewhere. "

Dominik gives Terrence a nod, the large buck reaching out to give him a pat on the shoulder with a hefty paw. "Is impressive." He sighs, before he slips off the barrel and stretches for a moment. "Hmm. Must return to vurk, cannot spend time chit-chatting, is too much to do." He gives the two a smile, before he turns to head back towards the docks. "If need anything, vil know vere to find." He then makes his way back to what he'd been doing previously.

Terrence nods, looking back at the crew working. "Thanks, Dom. And I think we'll be alright here fo'h now." As the arctic hare leaves the sergeant's expression becomes a bit more thoughtful, as if he'd debating something in his head. "I can't quite say who I mean by that, Donica, but the CO - Elbio - is doing the best he can methinks. I just hope certain comrades don't let themselves lose control o'h it could be disastrous with the locals, and with that we will need you'h skills if it comes to that."

Donica nods, "So far no vermin issues, major ones anyways."

"Which is very good, in my books." Terrence replies with a wry grin. "But there's a few creatures othah than hares I'm worried about here. The Patrol -and more explicitly me - have had poo'h luck in Halyard the past seasons, and the inhabitants don't much care fo'h us as I'm sure you've noticed. O'h at least half the beast living here don't, the othah half seems perfectly welcoming. Ah well."

Donica nods "A couple ferrets wantedto help, a weasel ealier shoved another private, the private is ok. I dont think anything will happen, hopefully won't. I think someond would likely put an arrow in them or so he said. "

"If that someone is who I believe they are," Terrence seems rather serious now, "I might just break his bow if he tries it. As fo'h the private - glad they're okay, though that reminds me I need to have the guard 'round here tightened." The sergeant rubs his chin once again thinking, "Probably bad form to let the civilians just wondeh into ou'h work anyway considering how breakable and dangerous this all is."

Donica says, "Well...hopefully rebuilding the dock wont take long and there is those squirrels and others helping, from that one ship."

With a slight nod Terrence agrees. "Of course! The soonah we're done here the bettah, and frankly I've tried my best to stay out of the way of those those woodland beasts and they've done the same fo'h us, so I have no complaints there." His paw brushes the small book he'd been writing the daily log into. "I'll probably have to add a bit more this though before we're back home."

Donica nods "Well I will let ya get back to that sur" She heads off after a salute.

Terrence gives a half-hearted salute in return, his mind already complying what he needs to write down.
And so he continues putting quill and ink to paper.

'A mast had been moved after some work with the help of Pvt. Dom, and the work in the south side of the harbor is nearly finished. Medic Donica helped a local rat with an injured paw which hopefully will help the Patrol's perception here, as well as...'

Last edited by Ol'random (2021-02-12 09:06:11 PM)

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