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Entering the end of 2018 Doctor Zee had his reservations. As the conflict goes on many more of the population are displaced, and there is absolutely no organization nor civil leadership in the field. It is a wonder how many soldierd can still fight on the field of battle, and where did they get the men to fight? The place is in tatters, and the month has made the conflict in a standstill. As an agent of the MSF he is to proclaim his neutrality at all costs, and can only act in the interest of humanitarianism. He is to not engage except for defensive reasons, and with the Frost assault to RDC, he fears for the MSF staff in RDC, if Bzerne were to attack, they would have to relocate to a safer place.

The sides of the conflict uses harsh chemical weaponry that could severely poison the lands, and those who live in it. Conflict usually spark many trauma injuries, but poisoning from chemicals? That has got to be something new.


"Doctor Zee!"
"Yes Doctor Fuad?"
"The WPR camp is running out of stomachics and antibiotics. The WPR representative has offered to use a couple of medicine sent by Bruuma."
"Send the plane to their territory to supply the camp with the medicine before they run out. Our supplies are enough, now, how are the immunization efforts?"
"We are still continuing the ones in RDC and the WPR, but we are unable to cross to the RIM camp and supply them more vaccines."
"Have the team negotiate for an escort to our camp in RIM. How abour our own stock?"
"Our routes are still safeguarded, if however things blew out to a full scale war, we would need to ask for clearance."
"Alright, see through it."
"Doctor." Bowed Doctor Fuad as he made his way out of the tent.