The assasination of time((Killing Time))

[Ashstripe]

"Y'can stop movin' and take it easy ol' boy!" Sarge snapped back quickly, "Righto m'arm, one-two hup!" He stumbled in slowly, attempting to carry most of the weight to show that he could still give the young'un's a run-around but he was failing somewhat.

He panted slightly, "Flamin' heck y'be a 'eavy river-walloper wot!" He muttered as he helped lower the otter onto a bed.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

The otter looked back at him giving him a sharp gaze. He kicked the hare's paw giving a snarl. "I aint a River-dog! I a Sea-dog and proud of it mate!"

[Toriphess]

"Easy now, laddie. We need to keep you moving as little as possible." The doctor put a paw on the sea otter's chest and put a slight pressure. He gestured behind him, and Marielle and Maken stepped foreward. Marielle had a roll of gauze and a pad. Maken had a small cup of a steaming herb tea.

"Here, drink this." Maken offered the cup of tea to the otter. "The tea will help you sleep through the patching up." The doctor explained.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"No thanks..." he declined. "Im used to pain....If ya been through one of Undertaker's fixins, ya can survive any fixin'..." he pushed the tea away and crossed his arms.

[Ashstripe]

"River walloper, sea walloper blinkin' tree walloper, wot bally difference does it make eh?" Sarge snapped back rather annoyed whilst rubbing his paw ruefully, "Either way yer sick and need flippin' 'elp wot!" He prodded the Otter's wounds to emphasize his point rather harshly.

[Toriphess]

Maken sighed in aggitation. "Listen here you otter-chap. This tea will help you through the stitches, wot! Now take your flippin' tea!" Maken held the cup out again, he glared at the otter."Trust me, otter-chap. I have no cumpunctions on holding your nose and pouring the bally tea down you throat. Now if you don't want that to happen, take the tea!"

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

"I aint drinkin' no tea! Try ta' drown me if ye need to but I aint drinkin' tha stinkin' tea! Iv been through all kinds of pain mah' mate, and im sure a few stitches aint gonna bother me none...You know what its like to have 3 arrers stickin' out of ye'? Or have a knife in yer gut for 4 days on the open sea with nuthin' but a ladle, an old toothpick, and two rocks? Or perhaps to watch yer own mates slain in front of yer eyes and there be nuthin' ye could do about it but watch?!?!?! Well The Skipp does..!"His face went blank knowing he had said too much about his Skipper. He grabbed his gut feeling the sudden pain of an old battle injury. He sat up gripping his stomach and gritting his teeth. "Gaha!...What in the name of...."

[Toriphess]

Maken stared at the otter. "How odd. I don't think I wanted to know all that, wot. Now, about the bally tea..." Maken lunged at the otter, while the doctor did the same from the other side. The tried to push him down, while Marielle, now holder of the tea, tried to get a paw in to sqeeze the otter's nose shut, and held the mug to where it would take one quick movement to force the concoction down his throat.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

Blade knew what they were trying to do and also knew how to counter it. Since he was once on a slave ship he knew all too well the torture techniques which included drowning. He jerked his head to the side freeing thier grip on him He pushed them both away and lept from the table and began running for the door. Before he could make it there the pain hit him again. He began leaning to the side until his head hit the stone wall knocking him out cold.

[Toriphess]

"Why are you such trouble, you flippin otter?" Maken put down the tea and, with the help of the doctor, lifted the prone body on the bed. Maken raise an eyebrow and looked at the other hare. "I don't think we'll need the tea with him unconcious."
The infermary head nodded, and then looked at Sarge and Maken with an impatient look on his face. "I do need some bloomin' privacy, wot! Shoo!" He pushed Maken out the door and gestured for the older veteran hare to do the same."

[Ashstripe]

"Easy, easy wot!" If he could help it Sarge didn't want to be ushered out in a similar manner to Maken,
"Blinkin' sea-walloper knocked 'imself out.." He muttered under his breath as he made his way out into the hall, in truth, he was planning to do the same had the otter not taken the liberties of doing it himself.

He stroked his mustache and adjusted his spectacles in thought, what was he doing before this entire little incident? He really was getting too old for this.

[Toriphess]

The door slammed shut behind the two hares, and frantic scrambling was heard behind the door. Maken looked to sarge and sighed heavily. "Well, back to duties and all that, wot!" He scratched his head absently. "Now what was I doing..."he clapped his paws suddenly. "Oh yeah, wandering aimlessly." He waved cherrily to sarge. "I'm off to wandering. Don't get into any trouble old chap. Cherio!" He skipped down the hall, and thusly out of sight.

[General Luke of Long Patrol]

"Ay you there, Sarge, were you da bloody devil that opened the blasted gate and brought in that confounnded otter," General Luke of the Long Patrol asked storming down the hall to the infirmiry. "What in the bloody...need to watch the language... whats going on back there," he asked at the sound of tumbling clanking and things smashing behind the door.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge nearly ripped off his mustache and shattered his spectacles in sheer surprise at the sudden appearance of the General, he quickly snapped to attention and shook his head at the query of what lay behind the closed door,
"I wouldn't go in there General ol' boy, supposed t'be treatin' some river-walloper wot? Nasty stuff...'ad t'knock th' bally blighter out wot!" He replied quickly, furthermore dodging the question concerning the gate's, as that would inevitably lead to what he was doing here.

[General Luke of Long Patrol]

"But thats not what i bloody asked and you bloody well know it. Now are you the one that let the bloody flippen otter in here or weren't you." Luke said in an angry tone before pushing open the door looking inside then quickly shutting it. Did the blasted otter make that mess in there," he asked. "God of all creatures why did it have to be a flippen otter," he said under his breathe trying to keep it quite enough that sarge did not hear it.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge frowned and kept his stance at attention he was going to have to reply as a true Long Patrol hare to get himself out of this one,
"Yes-sah!" He barked out loudly, "Beggin' yore pardon but 'e was near dead wot?" He replied in a less then military fashion.

[General Luke of Long Patrol]

"It could ave been a trap ever thought about that. There could have been a whole battalion of vermin hiding over the dune. Bloody hell," luke said getting a headache. "Did he say anything did you get a name or anything," he said trying to relax.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge rubbed his forehead in thought, "I er..." He adjusted his spectacles nervously, he had caught a name before.."Erm..Rapier..No..Sword? No..", He frowned, he had just met this Otter and they had exchanged introductions, "Erm named after a blinkin' Bla--Blade! That's the ticket wot!" He gave a loud cry, "'E's a jolly ol' Sea-walloper..'As a Skip too doncha know?" He replied proudly, as if he had solved some impossible mystery.

[Skipper of Sea Otters]

There was a banging on the Wooden door outside the mountain fortress. Celeron had made his was to the mountian. It had taken him nearly all night to do it but he finally did it. Celeron was a strong otter. He could swim for miles upon miles of open water without rest. Though he was normally tired afterward, during the swim he was on top of the world pushing himself to the max.

It was night which made it perfect for him. He pulled the hood over his cloak...his bloody cloak that smelled of rotting flesh. It was strong too...foul...putrid...And could easily knock anybeast off their paws.

Celeron wan on mission from The skipper...they had spotted a vermin ship and they were keeping them company while Celeron, the Skippers strong paw, made these mountain dwellers aware of the situation. If they even were friendly...he had no clue...he took no chance.... He beat the the mass door once again.

[Ashstripe]

Sarge's ears perked up quickly at the faint banging, seizing this opportunity to escape the General's wrath he quickly bolted down the corridor towards the gate's,
"Sorry Luke ol' boy must dash wot! Duty calls doncha know?" He called over his back as he made his escape.

By the time he had reached the gate's he was panting heavily, he shook his head furiously,
"Never..Blinkin'...Thought...I'd...Get...Tired...From..That.." He panted as he climbed the stairs to get a look at the next visitor, it sure was a busy day today.

He flopped down wearily on the battlements and observed the newcomer, whatever he or she was he was uncertain; blasted hoods.
"Top o' th' evenin' t'ye ol' scout, wot can ol' Sarge do for you wot?"