WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[retrogirl1941]

"oh it is you.Sorry I can;t see very well right now. My visions a liitle blurry from not eating" Gets into plane ,"kilroy is.........."pases out.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Milo, strap her into the jumpseat. *Gets flask from hip pocket* Maybe a little "joy juice" might perk her up. *Hands it to Samantha* Sam, here, take a nip. Careful, it's potent stuff!

 

[retrogirl1941]

Wakes up to a flask up to my lips. And spits it back out "what..... was that..... dis....gusting stuff?" looks up to see kilroy " You came back for me, I did'nt think anyone was coming for me."

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Well my dear, we had some problems with the logistics at first. *Shots ring out, and holes appear in the fuselage near Kilroy* Damn! I've been hit! Hang on guys! *Pours the coals to the Mossie, and the lightly loaded plane accellerates briskly and takes off*
My left knee, will someone have a look at it? I feel liquid running into my flying boot.

 

[retrogirl1941]

I went over to kilroy and cut open his pants at the knee. "Oh my goodness kilroy you've been shot! Is there a first aid kit on this aircraft?

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Yes, but it's up in the nose. Milo, will you hand that First Aid kit back here? *Turning to Samantha* Is it bad? My whole knee is numb. I can't feel anything. In fact, I can't feel my leg below the knee. I can't feel the rudder pedal. This is going to be interesting...

 

[retrogirl1941]

Looking worried "Kilroy, I can't do much for it besides wrap it. I don't know much first aid.But it does'nt look good......"

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Now that's quite a spot of bother. I was hoping you'd say it was only a flesh wound. *Shades of Douglas Bader flash in front of my eyes* Well, I guess there'll be no Morris Dancing for me for a while...

 

[retrogirl1941]

"Well, I guess you could call it a flesh wound, its not that far of a stretch. I'm sorry kilroy I can't be of more help. I am useless in this area...... I probably botched the first aid on my own arm." Holds up arm and sweater bandage as evidence.Walks back to seat. And tends to my own wound.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Milo: Kilroy, the coast is just ahead!
Thanks Milo, we should be over the airfield in about ten minutes. Red, I'll need you to get strapped in. You too Milo, if you aren't already. I hope none of the systems were shot out while we were on the ground. *Lowers flaps 10 degrees* So far, so good.
Milo, on second thought, get back here and strap in the navigator's seat. If we have a flat and go up on our nose on landing you'll be doing a face plant of biblical proportions.
*Nearing airfield* Okay, lowering the undercarriage, two lights - that's good. *Pulls power back* Flaps, thirty degrees - good. So far, so good. Now hold on. *Sets the Mosquito down rather hard, it bounces twice before settling down* We're down!
*Meanwhile, "Skid" Marx is watching from the hangar* "Boomps-a-Daisy, it's enough to make you weep!"*

 

[retrogirl1941]

Hops out of plane "Someone call an ambulance for kilroy!Now!Kilroy stay there I don't want you hurting yourself more than you all ready have." Ambulance comes screaming down runway.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Darn, I can't move my leg. This is rather a spot of bother, to say the least. *Feels around the knee* Oh my, methinks I'm not going to be flying for a while. *Unstraps, climbs from pilot's seat and crawls to the crew hatch just as a ladder is being put up to it*
Oy mates, you think anyone could give me a hand here? I believe my knee has gone for six!

 

[Diamondback]

*A-26 and Blackout swoop in for a strafing run, Arnold parachutes out*

Sorry I'm late! Had to whack a couple pesky Sauerkrauts...

*Arnold hefts .50, starts laying down suppression-fire, then runs over to Kilro*
Arnold: Let me inspect ze vound--I haff extensiff datafiles on human physiology...
Milo: Let me guess, makes you a more efficient killer?
Arnold: Precisely.

[radio]Oh my, isn't this interesting--Kilroy, we got a couple Panzers! Look like just Pz II's though...[/radio]
*sees flame spewing from gun-barrel of one tank*
[radio]Holy crap, that sucker's a Flamingo! Zippo-time...[/radio]

 

[retrogirl1941]

They load kilroy onto a strecher. " I am coming with him."telling the ambulance orderlies . Just then I became aware of the pain in my arm. "Maybe I oughta get my arm fixed up too...."

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

It sounds like DB has gotten there now from what I can hear over the R/T. I hope he has fun. Samantha, you'd better have them look at your arm. We don't want it to get gangrenous.

 

[retrogirl1941]

"Well, it is probably close to being infected since this happened three days ago. The men that captured me would'nt give me anything to dissenfect it with. I never want to meet up with those men again, they were the ones thta branded me before. They would not feed me either. The whole time I was in captivity I just wanted to cry and wished I was home." loks down at right hand. "Oh my goodness! My ring is gone! It was a gold band with rubys all around. It was the ring my father gave to mother so many years ago.They must have stolen it, to prove they had captured me."Starts to cry.......

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Darn, those bastards! We'll get them, my dear. I don't know about the ring, but maybe we'll be lucky somehow. Please, don't cry...ah, what the heck, go ahead and cry. C'mon, two shoulders, no waiting. *Samantha buries her head into my left shoulder and starts crying* There, there, my dear. We'll get through this. Driver, will you do me a favour? Ring Lo Phat at my billet and see if he can whip together a couple of sandwiches for Red and me, and meet us at the infirmary? Cheers mate!

 

[Diamondback]

[radio]Blackout, put a 40 on that Panzer II-F! Schnell![/radio]

Okay, looks like five trenchcoats--Arnold, make sure at least one lives!
Arnold: Affirmatiff.
*charging out of cockpit, Thompsons spitting hot lead death, as Arnold starts sniping with the Barrett*
Arnold, we need one alive, remember?
*Arnold's next shot blows nearest trenchcoat's arm off*
Arnold: He'll liff.
Y'know what, Arnold? I'm tired of this crap. Grab our unwilling guests, I'll pop the Crockett off and let's go home...
*Arnold shoves Trenchcoat#1 and Milo#2 into Blackout's radar and tail-observer seats, then runs back to the Invader*
Okay, let's blow this crap!
*as Blackout lifts off, points Invader's tail at enemy, launches bazooka and takes off as a small mushroom-cloud rises into the night sky*
Trenchcoat, over Blackout's comms: I can't believe this! The crazy SOB just popped a nuke!
(to Trenchcoat over radio) And don't you forget it! The only reasons you're still alive are Arnold's precision and my goodwill, and the latter is running perilously thin... Heck, I almost tossed your mole out the hatch without a chute on the way over here...

 

[retrogirl1941]

Signing off...

"Can I skip those sandwhiches I am so tired right now?" Falls asleep on bed next to kilroy in infirmary. While oderlies buzz around checking my arm for infection, etc etc.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Well, I had them made since you hadn't eaten in three days. *Sigh* Women. I'll never understand them...