10-05-2016, 05:05 PM
Jacques nodded quietly, accepting Natalie's decision not to return. Indeed, he could not, and would not, force her to. Her decision to stay was hers, although likely it would lead to further complications for the Legion in the long run; her mother could easily level a breach-of-contract charge against Jacques, although technically speaking they were no longer a corporation, and whether there really was a contract or not was legally ambiguous enough to raise the question of whether she would even try it or not.
Messages chimed for his attention, and a quick glance indicated a sudden spark of hostilities on the front line between Legion-led Sierra Leonean forces and Liberian military elements in the south-east of the country. No requests for fire missions from the Legion-held M777 artillery was a quick indicator that the Legion's four Chinese-built tanks were proving effective at keeping the Liberians at bay.
"Two weeks. The doctors say I am not yet fit for travel, and I am due for fitting of a prosthetic soon."
His gaze shifted to Lt Carpenter, and he frowned in concern, the man looked rough around the edges to say the least. Which was odd, as the past week or so had been far quieter then any of them could reasonably have hoped for.
"Lieutenant. Make sure to stop by the clinic. Have the medics check you over, then get some rest."
The initial shock-induced peace that had come with the collapse of both Wallace-Johnson and Katlego's commands, and the end of the civil war they had sparked, had faded to a level of peace that Jacques hoped would last.
"As for you, Lieutenant Vanders. We need to start developing our own program for people of your abilities. Most importantly, for civilians. As effective as your skills prove in combat, I have no intentions of conscripting. But training is required, and there is too much work to be done, too many needing help, to simply let these abilities be used for selfish reasons. It is short notice, but do what you can. There are obviously more like yourself out there, and surely some can be entrusted to this task here in Sierra Leone while we are in the CCD."
Unless there were further questions, the three were free to go.
Messages chimed for his attention, and a quick glance indicated a sudden spark of hostilities on the front line between Legion-led Sierra Leonean forces and Liberian military elements in the south-east of the country. No requests for fire missions from the Legion-held M777 artillery was a quick indicator that the Legion's four Chinese-built tanks were proving effective at keeping the Liberians at bay.
"Two weeks. The doctors say I am not yet fit for travel, and I am due for fitting of a prosthetic soon."
His gaze shifted to Lt Carpenter, and he frowned in concern, the man looked rough around the edges to say the least. Which was odd, as the past week or so had been far quieter then any of them could reasonably have hoped for.
"Lieutenant. Make sure to stop by the clinic. Have the medics check you over, then get some rest."
The initial shock-induced peace that had come with the collapse of both Wallace-Johnson and Katlego's commands, and the end of the civil war they had sparked, had faded to a level of peace that Jacques hoped would last.
"As for you, Lieutenant Vanders. We need to start developing our own program for people of your abilities. Most importantly, for civilians. As effective as your skills prove in combat, I have no intentions of conscripting. But training is required, and there is too much work to be done, too many needing help, to simply let these abilities be used for selfish reasons. It is short notice, but do what you can. There are obviously more like yourself out there, and surely some can be entrusted to this task here in Sierra Leone while we are in the CCD."
Unless there were further questions, the three were free to go.
