Evening, Day 6
The sun set over the horizon as the men made it into camp for the night. It was a beautiful night, with the sun setting over a pair of peaks that rose from the depths of the desert. The sky was laced with various shades of purple, red, and orange, which mingled with the cirrus clouds giving the evening a very surreal feel. This picture-perfect evening couldnt have contrasted more with emotions running through the soldiers. They had just condemned another to death, this time for allegedly murdering Renata.
Frozen in Ice had been found after quite the search. He had attempted to hide in a ditch and hope the men would just walk on by him, but that wasnt happening. Kicking and screaming the whole way, they dragged him to a metal stake that had been pounded into the ground. That spot would be his grave.
The newly elected Platoon Leader Izipo with his M16 gave the sentence. Frozen in Ice, you have been found guilty of treason of the highest order. With me presiding over the panel of peers that have found you guilty, you are hereby sentenced to death. Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Frozen looked up from his stake, defiant to the end. See the pretty sunset over the horizon? Take a good look at it. None of you will live past another week. We will prevail, we will triumph, and you will be begging for mercy at our feet. YOU WILL
The men all spoke at once, but not with their lips. Bullets left their magazines at an alarming rate from every direction, drowning out the remnants of his speech. His body shook violently as the bullets struck home, until after a brief moment of total violence there was silence again. The bullets had done more than kill Frozen, they had also severed the makeshift stake. With nothing more to support his limp body, it collapsed to the ground into the puddle of its own blood. The men silently walked away, leaving Frozen to the desert.
Check your packs, cautioned Izipo. He may have left us a nasty surprise.
One by one, the men carefully went about the business of checking their belongings for anything that didnt belong. One by one they emerged from their tents, satisfied to still be alive after a search of their pack. With that out of the way, it was time to sit down and eat.
With the cook incapacitated in the medical tent, everyone was on their own tonight. Pulling out the standard K-rations tin from his pack, reverend oats reflected on the day. An ambush that injured four and another executed. At least I made it through, he thought. He opened the tin, expecting to see dried potatoes and spam awaiting him. Instead of the rations that everyone agreed would kill you if the bullets didnt get you first, it was something more deadly.
Another explosion rocked the camp, the concussion from the blast blew entire tents over. Reverend oats was flung out of his at an impressive speed, his arms helplessly flopped forward as he flew backwards. Unluckily for him, a large pointed rock happened to stand in his way and unable to change his course, he was impaled against the jagged piece of stone. Death was instant, unless of one counts the time it took from the initial explosion to when he met the rock.
The blast wasnt just isolated to reverend oats. Shrapnel flew everywhere, and DArtagnan59 got hit with the flying debris. While not serious, he would be laid up in the medical tent for the next couple days.
After the debris stopped falling, the squad went over to check on reverend oats. Judging by the rock protruding out of his chest, it can be implied with accuracy that he was dead. The men went through his gear looking for anything of interest. What struck everybody as odd was a small hand-held explosive was found not detonated in was used to be his night quarters. Aside from that, no one could find anything else of significant interest.
After looking through his things, they began to remove the rock from his body, or rather remove his body from the rock. During the move, one man noticed something quite peculiar about his left leg. Rolling up his pant leg further, it revealed a small tattoo of skull with fire emerging from the eye sockets.
Seeing the tattoo made the men recoil in horror. Before they had made the jump, Command had briefed them all on this symbol. It was the Mark of the Insurgency, they had been taught. Only the most loyal and devoted followers had the honor of wearing one. They said he was branded on with special ink that burned ferociously when applied. The feeling was that if them man could withstand the pain of its application, he would be fearless in the battlefield and do whatever the Cause asked of him. Men who wore this were truly a tough and forbidding foe.
To confirm it all, they went back to Frozens body and examined his left leg. Sure enough, there was the mark with its toothy grin staring back at them.
Glad to have dodged another bullet, or rather bomb in this case, they decided to vote on the small explosive tomorrow. Somebody could put this to good use, they figured, with emphasis on the good part. After a long day and seemingly longer evening, the sun set behind the twin peaks. At least we got two of the insurgents, some thought. Hope thats the last of them. And while they couldnt be sure, theyd all find out eventually.
Accusations:
Frozen in Ice: 7
Icekommander: 4
Platoon Leader:
Izipo: 5
Tasslehoff: 2
J-man: 2
M16:
Izipo: 3
Frozen in Ice: 1
Love: 1
Stuck in Pi: 1
It is now night! Night people pm me with your orders. Posting is currently closed. This night will last 48 hours.
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