just a bit lost.
Characters: Davin Felth (desertwindturns) and OPEN.
Setting/Location: Somewhere in the forest.
Date & Time: Day 9, morning.
Warnings: None yet. We shall see.
Summary: Another "lost newbies" log, since the other one is starting to burst at the seams!
Davin's first thought, on looking at the landscape around him, was that he'd somehow managed to sleep past the wake-up call, and he was still dreaming. It wasn't easy to pinch oneself through body armor, however, so it took him nearly fifteen minutes to assure himself that he was, in fact, awake.
His second idea was that he was hallucinating. That bothered him -- whatever else one might say about the hell on earth that was Imperial military training, they'd done a very thorough job of drilling survival conditions into him, and while he was well aware of just how much of a danger heat stroke could be, he was also very well aware of all the proper preventative measures, and he was careful about following them to the letter. Their commanders were smart about minimizing exposure, and Davin always made sure to drink about as much water as he could get away with without having to stop at the refresher every five minutes, so he didn't think he should succumb that easily.
But obviously something was wrong, because there were no trees on Tatooine, and definitely no forests.
And while he actually didn't mind getting away from his squad -- it wasn't like he could really consider any of them friends at this point -- it was a bad idea to stay stuck here in the middle of nowhere by himself. He activated his helmet comlink. "1023 to Zeta Squad, do you copy?"
Nothing. Not even the static of a jammed frequency or the quiet hiss that indicated he was on the air. Just...nothing.
Great, he thought, taking another look at the forest around him. This must be what I get for wishing I could get out of the desert.
Setting/Location: Somewhere in the forest.
Date & Time: Day 9, morning.
Warnings: None yet. We shall see.
Summary: Another "lost newbies" log, since the other one is starting to burst at the seams!
Davin's first thought, on looking at the landscape around him, was that he'd somehow managed to sleep past the wake-up call, and he was still dreaming. It wasn't easy to pinch oneself through body armor, however, so it took him nearly fifteen minutes to assure himself that he was, in fact, awake.
His second idea was that he was hallucinating. That bothered him -- whatever else one might say about the hell on earth that was Imperial military training, they'd done a very thorough job of drilling survival conditions into him, and while he was well aware of just how much of a danger heat stroke could be, he was also very well aware of all the proper preventative measures, and he was careful about following them to the letter. Their commanders were smart about minimizing exposure, and Davin always made sure to drink about as much water as he could get away with without having to stop at the refresher every five minutes, so he didn't think he should succumb that easily.
But obviously something was wrong, because there were no trees on Tatooine, and definitely no forests.
And while he actually didn't mind getting away from his squad -- it wasn't like he could really consider any of them friends at this point -- it was a bad idea to stay stuck here in the middle of nowhere by himself. He activated his helmet comlink. "1023 to Zeta Squad, do you copy?"
Nothing. Not even the static of a jammed frequency or the quiet hiss that indicated he was on the air. Just...nothing.
Great, he thought, taking another look at the forest around him. This must be what I get for wishing I could get out of the desert.