(IC) Lost In Dreams [Vladimir]

[ericthered]

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.

[ThatMusicWriter]

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.

[ericthered]

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.

[ThatMusicWriter]

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

[ericthered]

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?

[ThatMusicWriter]

"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.

[ericthered]

"You're on the edge of the Noachian Plateu, nearby Harcord. which direction doesn't matter, I need to know why you were nearby our forces. We'll see what we can do about clothes: Garby, grab a blanket or towel for our doctor friend."

"You still haven't told me where you're from, and what you want to do. I'm going to have to send you up the line unless we can get some answers, and probably if I do. Least we can do is get it hammered out for you."

[ThatMusicWriter]

"I'm from Mendov, Russia, near the Georgian border. Last night, I had odd dreams about two opposing armies, and when I woke up, I was here. That's all I know."

[ericthered]

srgt. Garibaldi: "Russian, no ideas where you are ... think you're a doctor ... this is going to be a nasty report. And right before a battle too. I think I'm going to write you down as suffering from amnesia, possibly caused either by exposure to the elements or from the stress of war. Mendov, Russia ... Vladamir Chenkov ... doctor... any military experience?"

[ThatMusicWriter]

"No. Just a doctor. My trade is meant to repair the scars of war, not inflict them."