OOC: I've been trying to get in touch with litterlad, but unable to in order to get campaign flowing with out hick ups. I'm posting as Hisashi Mori in order to maintain interaction within the confines of this RPG Forum, temporarily. IC: As Hisashi Mori and PJ Lieutenant Terry Anikowski. Hisashi looking for around started noticing an increase of light with his eyes. As he came to the end of yet another corner of a wall noticed that he could hear the sounds of some one or perhaps something crashing onto ground from an adjacent room. Caution won his mind's approval as he gradually worked his way back towards the table he'd been lying on. Before he'd made it back to the table, he heard a voice from the adjacent room's threshhold speak towards him, saying, "Don't be alarmed. Pardon me, but do you speak American English well or do you prefer to speak in Japanese?" He asked "I'm Lieutenant Terry Anikowski, US Air Force Para-Rescue Squadron 33, 18th Wing?Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan. Are you suffering from any injuries that you know of?" Asked Lieutenant Anikowski. "Please step this way there seems to be at least one other man over here in my room. He's a Marine I was in the process of rescuing him back on Guam when it dropped in the pot. Are you in any kind of pain or discomfort?" he continued. Hisashi blinked then absorbed the words spoken by the American Air Force Lieutenant. "I'm in relatively good health as far as I can tell," he spoke in English with a noticeable Japanese accent. Then upon looking down to surmise his physical features noticed some very strange markings in his flesh. "Then again perhaps that is a hasty assumption on my part," he counter. "It would appear that I've undergone some form of exploratory surgery," Hisashi gulped. "Please step this way if you would sir. As I said earlier there's at least one more man this way," the Lieutenant spoke. Hisashi, having better vision as time progressed was now able to see well enough so that he could plainly walk across the floor of the room picking his way around the dead alien bodies here and there as he progressed. Finally he made it to the far wall from where he'd first started hearing the commotion earlier. The portal irised open and he entered into the confines of the surgical room. The scents within smelled disturbingly familiar but he couldn't quite place where he'd smelled them before. He shivered in spite of his greatest effort not to give in to it. There on a table (of sorts) layyed a Caucasian male with Marine buzzed cut hair. He was coming around towards consciousness. He too had undergone some form of surgery like himself. He also appeared to have been beaten severly at an earlier time. The Lieutenant was gethering up some clothing that had been stowed away in a nearby compartment. It looked to be the Marine's combat duty uniform along with his other equipment. Tag Deiskrad. OOC: litterlad let me know by way of PM when you're back into the game and I'll step back from your PC so you can continue doing your posts with him.