Aerlina would return to her drab and green tent, seeing the grey metal case that housed her firearm. Upon undoing the latches securing it, she would find herself facing her rifle: A M1903 Springfield. It isn’t exactly clear how the 17th Scouting Regiment managed to wrangle a shipment of these foreign rifles for their use, but you know what they say: Never look a gift horse in the mouth. Looking over the various components and the fragile scope that was presently attached to it was in fair condition. The only thing of note was that it could use a good cleaning soon, but besides that? Maintenance and cleaning was drilled into the heads of many soldiers.


Savak would be looking over his Mjölnir cannon’s inner components, the unstable Fulmia that served as the ammunition locked safely away within a smaller but cushioned case beside the weapon. The strange weapon looked like a frankenstein’s monster in terms of appearance. It was shaped similar to a Lewis Gun, a distinct difference being that the distinctive round magazine was not present, and a large slot meant for the box-shaped Fulmia magazine would slide in. Additionally there was a hidden catch to pop open the inner components, and it was a about an inch thicker in diameter around the base of the cannon. Weighing a hefty 12lb, it was constructed from a number of alloys and compounds that kept the user from being electrocuted while maximizing performance.   After looking it over, Savak could see that the conduit surrounding parts that project the "Lightning" from the Fulmia chamber was looking like it could do with a replacement soon.  Nothing too hard considering that he was located in a barrack full of fellow engineers and electricians. 


Leon would read that the clipboard, and learn that apparently this man is one Feliks Fitzgerald (Aged 32, Blood AB) was suffering from an infection that set in after a botched set of stitches. Of course it was not one of their own but it was, surprisingly, from himself. Ol’ Feliks was a bit of a hermit according to some of his forms. Flipping through them he would learn that Feliks had been hunting, as it was his occupation, when he had come across some sort of large mammal. Obviously it left its mark, and he tried patching himself up. That was a week ago, and as the Surgeon could see, it ended up less than great for him seeing that he needed to see one of the Confederation doctors rather than the town’s doctor. There was a small rack nearby with several useful tools ranging from a fresh roll of gauze, new bandages, to a bowl of water with a cloth inside.


Noah and Hope, the reunited example of animal husbandry. Noah would be able to do a number of things to care for his comrade-in-arms that served as his mount, as there was of course water. There was also the possibility of brushing down Hope, which is a always a good idea in the case of horses. The tools that would be of use would be at the sides of Hope’s stall; A brush and a metal pail stood beside each other in the chilly morning air.