(IC) Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

Vladimir Chenkovhad strange dreams that night. Two armies marched towards each other on a rough red landscape, complete with red vegatation.

One army wore dull red uniforms, presumably to blend into the terrain. They didn't behave as though they expected to need it though: they marched in formation, and carried bayonets or swords. This was the larger of the two armies. They had clean, crisp uniforms, a long train of artillery, and youthful, clean-shaven faces.

The other army wore dull tanish-green uniforms. If they had been fighting in something a little more earthly-colored, they would have blended in. here they stood out like sore thumbs. The army was ragged, dirty, and mostly unshaven, but they had a discipline and a confidence the other force lacked.

As the two armies moved closer, shots were exchanged. horsemen scoured the country side, determining where the enemy was and wasn't, and the armies movements grew more intricate. The night moved on, and Vladamir witnessed two marching armies become two armies ready for battle.

When Vladamir woke, it was still night. To his shock and dismay, he was quite naked, and quite outdoors. The night sky held no moon, though he could see a hint of sun on one horizon.

The earth was red. Not a red dust or a red rock, but rich, red soil, complete with strange plants that resembled something between ivy and lichen. he was on top of a hill. The hills and dips were familiar somehow, and he could see lights on some of them.

There was a thunderous sound, over by one of the lights. and perhaps a flash as well.

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

First, thinking this is some American plot, he checks himself for the effects of any kind of drug or poison [[ rolled 12 on Diagnosis (13) ]]. Then, he evaluates his mental state to see if he is dreaming/hallucinating. [[ rolled 10 on Psychology 14 ]] If neither is the case, he will set out for the flashes, reasoning that there must be people there, and he won't survive on his own.

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

Vladamir ran a few tests, and found himself ... either fine, too addled to detect something wrong with him. All his senses respond as expected. a quick jog around the hill gives him that feeling of invigoration so typical of exercise. It isn't surefire, but its enough.

More flashes guide him. This seems to be some sort of cannon fire ... He makes his way towards the emplacement, over small hills and the strange vegetation.

As he gets closer, a voice calls towards him: "halt!". The order is in english.

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

"I am unarmed, obviously," he says in perfect English, muttering "crazy Americans" in Russian under his breath. He turns to face his addresser.

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

Two soldiers in the green-tan uniforms approach, bayonets lowered. Though When they realize they are facing a single man who is completely naked, they relax quite a bit.

"And what are you doing Mr. Birthday coat? And I'm a warzone? Who are you?

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

"Honestly, I have no idea where I am. Or how I got here. Though if this is a warzone, I may be of use. Name's Dr. Vladimir Chenkov. I'm useless with a gun, but masterful with a first aid kit"
Vladimir looks to see if any are injured.

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

The two look at each other. Neither are injured.

Darkie:"Would you trust him to work on you?"
Blondie: (snorts) "not until he'd been looked over by some sort of surgeon."

He addresses Vladimir

"Are you a democratist or a royalist?"

"As if he'd answer honestly."
"If he says royal it makes things easier"
"And what if he says he's the son of General Rottiser?"
"He says he's a doctor"
"Ok, he's says hes the general's doctor. What do we do Then?"
"Send him to head quarters"

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

"Americans, it all comes down to the politics, doesn't it? Well, as you people say, take me to your leader."
He'll go wherever they take him.

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

After a bit more confusion, The two soldiers call over another one, who escorts Vladamir to a small fire. or a pit with the embers of a small fire in it. It seems calculated to allow for cooking and heat while minimizing light. Or at least, it would have done that six hours ago. There he meets the men's commanding officer, a short man with a well-toned body, a short sword-knife (come to think of it, they all seem to have those), grizzled hair, and light olive skin ... from italy or greece perhaps?

The cannonade continues.

Officer:"I am sergeant Garibaldi. Who are you, and what are you doing in this forsaken place?"

Re: Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]
 

"I am Dr. Vladimir Chenkov, and quite frankly, I don't know where 'here' is. What I do know, as I'm sure you do as well, is that I'm a little short on clothes a the moment, and I'd be more than happy to work for them. I am a doctor, you know."
He will use diplomacy to make this guy a little more willing to listen.
[[Diplomacy 13: 3d6+=12]]