Post by thormundsson on Mar 2, 2013 1:06:40 GMT -5
It had been nearly a week since the massive battle at the ports of the Illusia Kingdom and the healing of the base was proceeding well, even if it was at a slow pace. It was amazing how effectively the marine forces went about the business of rebuilding the place. Men and women were at work everywhere, from the shore to the inland walls, fixing up everything that had been damaged. And the damage had been great, the amount of material that was needed was astounding but it had not proved much of a problem, the marines were gathering up every bit of stone, wood and iron that could be scrounged up from the island and bit by bit the fortress was taking on a new shape. It was sturdier now, it's walls thicker and the arrangement of the main facilities had been changed. The offices of the higher ups were now closer to the inland wall but the main prison area had been moved to the center of the base, thus making it impossible for anybody to escape without notice.
The medical facilities were full to the brim, with soldiers and a few civilians being cared for by every nurse and doctor that could be drafted from the kingdom. Quite a number of men had sustained injuries and some were very seriously hurt. They lay in makeshift beds and the regular rooms were filled to the brim, with men laying around, trying to make the best of the overcrowded hospital.
In one of the end rooms on the second floor Tomas was having his cast remade as he had been rather unsatisfied with the first version. Despite his injuries he had been moving since yesterday, trying to gain some sense of organization to his new role. It had been briefed to him when he woke up. Apparently he was re-instated to some degree, though he would be under the supervision of Smoker. His official work would be strategist and logistics manager for the Hunters, something he found rather delightful. His mind was made for such meticulous work, not the chaos of simple combat. Besides, there were plenty of fighters in the Hunters that could suffice in the simple role of a fighter. Once done with the check-up on his wounds and the resetting of his cast, he hobbled out of the medical facilities and made his way towards his makeshift office. He was dreadfully slow on his legs and he could barely do anything beyond breathing with his lungs. Laughing, seldom as he did that, caused him quite a bit of pain and he didn't particularly like shouting either.
The three walls with a large tent over them were a somewhat strange thing to call a office but given the current situation he couldn't have asked for more. Most of Smoker's crew and soldiers were camped around him, close to the damaged hull of the prototype. It was a lot of soldiers and most of them were just camped in simple tents. Tomas considered himself lucky that he had been able to acquire a place to keep a desk for himself. Already he had tried to make heads and tails on the crews logistics and supplies. With the ship gone it seemed like he'd have to send for almost everything from the HQ, down the the very ship itself. Then there was the task of going over each member of the crew beyond the regular marines. He glanced over the profiles he had of the people, something he had made yesterday from the official profiles as well as some information he gathered from the other marines in the crew.
"Tashigi, good swordsman and a fair commander...that fits. Haines is fine as a supporting fighter for now, nothing much to add there.....wait a minute....Rivers, another swordsman and perhaps not the same quality as Smoker's aide...humm" He contemplated almost out loud, calculating the effectiveness of the crew in every numerical way he could. River's case was bothering him slightly, the man was a wild card, something that Tomas wasn't very enthusiastic about but he hadn't worked with the man enough to know how to handle it. Still, the fighting capability of the crew was dropping a dangerous 8% because of this, the diversity they needed wasn't provided by the current fighters. "Too many close range, weapon based, fighters...something will have to be done" He mumbled to himself as he kept running over the profiles.
Then an idea struck him, something that he could do to increase their potential. He picked up a den den mushi, connecting him to the main communications facility on the island as he wrote down a letter to a contact of his at the HQ. "Can you ask lieutenant Rivers to join me down at the docks, I need a word with him" He said calmly as he made contact with the HQ, he had to discuss a few things with the man...
The medical facilities were full to the brim, with soldiers and a few civilians being cared for by every nurse and doctor that could be drafted from the kingdom. Quite a number of men had sustained injuries and some were very seriously hurt. They lay in makeshift beds and the regular rooms were filled to the brim, with men laying around, trying to make the best of the overcrowded hospital.
In one of the end rooms on the second floor Tomas was having his cast remade as he had been rather unsatisfied with the first version. Despite his injuries he had been moving since yesterday, trying to gain some sense of organization to his new role. It had been briefed to him when he woke up. Apparently he was re-instated to some degree, though he would be under the supervision of Smoker. His official work would be strategist and logistics manager for the Hunters, something he found rather delightful. His mind was made for such meticulous work, not the chaos of simple combat. Besides, there were plenty of fighters in the Hunters that could suffice in the simple role of a fighter. Once done with the check-up on his wounds and the resetting of his cast, he hobbled out of the medical facilities and made his way towards his makeshift office. He was dreadfully slow on his legs and he could barely do anything beyond breathing with his lungs. Laughing, seldom as he did that, caused him quite a bit of pain and he didn't particularly like shouting either.
The three walls with a large tent over them were a somewhat strange thing to call a office but given the current situation he couldn't have asked for more. Most of Smoker's crew and soldiers were camped around him, close to the damaged hull of the prototype. It was a lot of soldiers and most of them were just camped in simple tents. Tomas considered himself lucky that he had been able to acquire a place to keep a desk for himself. Already he had tried to make heads and tails on the crews logistics and supplies. With the ship gone it seemed like he'd have to send for almost everything from the HQ, down the the very ship itself. Then there was the task of going over each member of the crew beyond the regular marines. He glanced over the profiles he had of the people, something he had made yesterday from the official profiles as well as some information he gathered from the other marines in the crew.
"Tashigi, good swordsman and a fair commander...that fits. Haines is fine as a supporting fighter for now, nothing much to add there.....wait a minute....Rivers, another swordsman and perhaps not the same quality as Smoker's aide...humm" He contemplated almost out loud, calculating the effectiveness of the crew in every numerical way he could. River's case was bothering him slightly, the man was a wild card, something that Tomas wasn't very enthusiastic about but he hadn't worked with the man enough to know how to handle it. Still, the fighting capability of the crew was dropping a dangerous 8% because of this, the diversity they needed wasn't provided by the current fighters. "Too many close range, weapon based, fighters...something will have to be done" He mumbled to himself as he kept running over the profiles.
Then an idea struck him, something that he could do to increase their potential. He picked up a den den mushi, connecting him to the main communications facility on the island as he wrote down a letter to a contact of his at the HQ. "Can you ask lieutenant Rivers to join me down at the docks, I need a word with him" He said calmly as he made contact with the HQ, he had to discuss a few things with the man...