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 Richard 'Dicky' Barton-MorewoodStanding over the map with the markers in his hand, he takes only a short time of looking back and forth between each to work out their importance. "As I suspected," he says more to himself than anyone before he turns to address those in the room. "These are to monitor their movements in the area, of ships and the like. Silly buggers for demolishing so much but leaving this perfectly intact... Give me some time with this and I can work out where Jerry's maneuvering." He hunches over the map with an eager grin, ready to do just that but is cut short when Ronnie appears as if from the shadows.He places the markers down on the table. Studying the map will seemingly have to wait for now... It appears the other group have also caught sight or sound of their vent-crawling Jerry. "At least one is crawling around in the vents, but he scarpered before anyone could get a good look. I figured the shotgun blast would alert you all enough." He then notices the armoury door rising and realises the urgency of securing each room first takes importance over his fondness for studying maps. "Like the lady said, we're securing the armoury first then we'll all move on the north-west section and conduct a proper sweep." With that said, he readies the Sten in his hands and takes what cover he can with a good view of the slowly rising armoury door... A Velociraptor! fucked around with this message at 09:05 on Oct 4, 2016 |
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood He waits as the blast door slowly begins to rise. It continues to rise slowly and before long his waiting turns to impatience. "Bugger it. This is going to take too long." And the longer they wait, the more time their Jerry friend has to disappear into the vents again. He thinks for a moment. Tracking down the Nazi is important, but so is making sure this place remains secure now that the armoury is opening up. He turns to Ronnie, speaking soft but fast as the blast door continues to slowly creep open. "S.Sgt, I want you to take Sgt. Willis, Miss Doucet and Comrade Rostov and track down this German. Kuznetsov and I will remain here and keep the area secure should our Jerry friend decide to crawl out of a nearby vent and break into the armoury. "On your way past the Vault, I want you to send the academics to me here with whatever items they might have found in there." He'll also need their help to decipher the star-shaped mark on the map and he'd prefer to keep their numbers split only in two so they are not spread thin. "Take Manahi along with you to investigate the noise too, the man's strength is better suited with your team should our Jerry try to put up a fight."
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Ronnie He stands up, finally. "Didn't want to get their attention, yet. Wanted to warn you all first," he says to Victoire. Then he looks to Dicky. "It did warn us, but I wasn't sure why someone'd fired. Then I heard...like someone dropped a tray or something, over that way." S/Sgt. Thomas points to the corridor that leads to the mess and beyond. "Wanted to let you know, is all. We'll take care of it, sir." He points to Victoire, Ted, and Izoldah. "On me. Let's head back quiet, send the kiddos this way, link up with Harry, and go hunt some Nazi."
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic No movement past the blast door. Satisfied Victoire springs to her feet. Ronnie's words bring a cruel smile to her lips. "Oh you won't 'ave to ask me twice Ronnie," she says playfully, "I'm always up for Nazi hunting!"
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Sgt. Willis With an internal sigh, Tim wordlessly hefts his submachine gun and gives the other american a slight nod. poo poo. So there were still some Germans in here. Figured as much. Hopefully it was the one that was too rushed to put a good booby trap down. Not like he could contribute much to the book stuff, and if nothing needed fixing or demolitions he may as well use some of the other things he'd learned in Basic.
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Barracks Ambience Rendezvousing with Harry, S/Sgt. Thomas maneuvers swiftly and quietly with Ted, Victoire and Izoldah as they make their way toward the personnel wing of the base. Treading past the blast door to the main entrance of the facility, the five pass wooden entryways on the southern wall to first Operations and then Medical--before rounding a corner that banks northward after some sixty feet of passageway. At the turn of the corner, the five are faced with another hall with a collection of doors to both Officer's Quarters and the Commander's Room--but at the far end, the Barracks can be seen--a heavy bulkhead door ajar. Another clatter of metal can be heard from within as light flickers, casting fleeting flickering shadows out into the hall from an angle beyond the bulkhead. Making their approach, the five endeavor to remain silent with weapons at the ready--but midway down the corridor, Ted and Victoire's boots squeak against the concrete underfoot. For a moment, the sounds within the barracks grow silent--before there is a further clattering clamor of rapid movement and what sounds like several sets of hurried footsteps slapping on the floor. Upon reaching the bulkhead door, a glimpse inside the barracks beyond comes fully into view. With three rows of military standard bunk beds, it appears to be an arrangement intended more for capacity than comfort. At the far northern end of the room is an open doorway which seems to lead to a row of simple gravity showers and toilets--the smell of brackish standing water joining the medleys on the air. Throughout, however, where the bunks had been--the bed frames and mattress have been removed and shifted, packed down and stored in orderly stacks along the eastern wall. A rotten tomato has been smeared along the floor in a foul-smelling streak--the stench of rotten vegetables and rotting meat almost overwhelming now. With a look to the left, the doorway into the barracks' attached Mess Hall is visible. As the five round the doorway into the barracks, eyes fall first to a ventilation grate on the floor of the mess, visible from here--before trailing to a shape dangling from the open vent above. Upside down and hanging from the vent is a blonde, shirtless man; his torso bears several deep, ragged gashes--which Victoire can readily discern are almost certainly fatal wounds. The smell here is horrific. Successful Stealth checks all around against an Inactive guard--target of 4--save for Ted. In Savage Worlds Stealth is either against an inactive guard, such as in this case, or an active guard--someone or something actively keeping an eye out for trouble. In the latter case, this would be an opposed roll instead. The miss gave our German a heads-up, which mechanically mostly translated into the gang not having 'the drop' on them. Having 'the drop' on someone in Savage Worlds is a +4 bonus to your attack's roll to hit and +4 damage--pretty nasty!
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Ronnie They link up with with the latest ad-hoc strike team subdivision; he directs the academics quietly to regroup with Sgt. Barton-Morewood and Lt. Kuznetsov, and sets out to check out the sound. What he finds is not exactly what he is expecting. He had expected a live Nazi, not a half-dead upside-down one. He might not know the extent of the wounds, but Ronnie can definitely tell that the man is not in good shape. He levels his rifle at the man's head from a few paces. "Should just finish him off," he whispers, but he hesitates, looking up towards the opening, where the grate had been that the Nazi had presumably fallen down through, in the same way that Ronnie had kicked one out on his way down. He levels the rifle, he waits, he looks up, to try to figure out the one thing he hasn't quite figured out: how the hell is that guy hanging there like that? But, unable to see where from where he is, he decides to do the merciful thing. Such as it is. No one's gonna miss a half-dead Nazi. [19:30] <FractionJackson> !wild d6 notice [19:30] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 5 1 ) Results: 5 [19:47] <FractionJackson> !wild d8-2 shooting [19:47] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-2) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 0 6 ) Results: 6 [19:48] <FractionJackson> !sw 2d8+4 [19:48] * AchtungBot rolled a (2d8+4) for FractionJackson and got ( 4 1 ) Total: 9 Fraction Jackson fucked around with this message at 03:51 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Grace She heeds S/Sgt. Thomas directions with a quick nod. "I wonder what's going on… could a sneaky Jerry have survived without any power?" Grace murmurs a query to her academic peers. She bites her bottom lip as she steadies her trembling hands. The agent then begins their walk to the map room.
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Barracks Ambience Cautiously drawing nearer to the injured, unconscious man--S/Sgt. Thomas makes a snap decision and draws his rifle up to aim for the man's head. Steadying himself, with a measured breath he squeezes the trigger--the report of the M1 a loud CRACK matched by the crack of the man's skullcap blowing open, sending fragments of bloodied bone to scatter as brain matter spills free in a pulped slurry, the top of his head left a ruinous crater. Gore dribbles from the rupture left behind by Ronnie's rifle round. The man's eyes snap open wide suddenly, jaw opening as he breathes a strained gurgling groan--before he lurches with alarming speed up into the vent, thumps and bangs trailing rapidly away from the mess hall. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Map Room As the auxiliary team arrives at the map room, the sound of a rifle being shot echoes through the base. The blast door to the Armoury has raised four feet. Ronnie successfully executed an aimed shot to the head for lethal damage. Everyone present in the mess hall must make a Spirit test vs. Nausea with a -1 penalty, but including any bonuses vs. Fear effects they may have. Failure results in 1 level of Fatigue (-1 penalty ongoing to all Trait tests.) GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 04:09 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy rises from his crouch, moving towards the door--and a rifle shot rings out. His head snaps around. "Chyort." A moment's pause. "Only one. They may have met our guest." He shakes his head, as if to clear it, then nods to the commander. "First things first. Checking armory." He walks over to the door and ducks underneath, Sten raised. Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 04:14 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Grace The white knuckled grip on her firearm abates and colour returns to Grace's hands. She weakly smiles at Dicky and Dimitry. Her wandering gaze falls on the misshapen stars etched into the map. "Hmm… strange," she remarks while tracing her forefinger over the eldritch grooves to try matching the symbol to a memory. Knowledge (Occult): * AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 2 5 ) Results: 5 Razeam fucked around with this message at 04:46 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Map Room Plumbing her memory, Grace's nearest recollection for symbolism of this sort were related to the writings of rather ecclectic and uncommon tomes. Among such, the Al-Azif by Abdul al-Hazrad was particularely interested in bizarre markings like this one--though most of the acutely narrow academic circles Grace knew regarded that work as rather 'unwholesome.' Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Armoury Ducking under the blast door, Irakliy finds himself in a short corridor around a bend presented with three identical bulkhead doors. Selecting the leftmost of the lot, the man reaches for the wheel--before second-guessing and making a check as best as he is able for any booby-traps that might be present. Reasonably satisfied the way is safe, the man works to open the heavy steel door. Within, the man finds row upon row of racks for storing weapons and ammunition--many of which have been left barren or empty even at a glance.
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Grace "An occult symbol," she begins to elucidate, furrowing her brow before she adds, "This time from the Al-Azif by Abdul al-Hazrad. An unwholesome book from what I've heard about it." Grace gives Bradley a sidelong glance. "The Unaussprechliche Kulte and now this… they had a bizarre plan, for sure."
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Harry He follows on point, pausing and covering Ronnie as he goes in, sweeping with his rifle and making sure not to cover Ronnie in that sweep, when he sees the thing dangling from the ceiling. The dead man dangling from the ceiling. The clawed up, almost dead man, dangling from the ceiling of the barracks. And then Ronnie tries to make him all dead. A mercy, really, given the man's physical state. Messy shot though. He winces slightly, keeping half an eye on the door further down, in case this is someone's sick idea of a-- And then the dying man with his head blown off gets... yanked up the vent. "Bloody hell there's two of'm," he growls, moving around to flank the vent as the man gets pulled into it. "Mate's grabbed him." He raises his voice to warn the others: "We got a runner in the vents!" He shakes his head, face split by a scowl. "Shite on a shingle." How many more were there? (11:26:10 PM) Oracle: !wild 1d6-1 (11:26:11 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d6-1) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 4 2 ) Results: 4 Harry's decided there's a little nest of Germans in the vents, because guys with their heads shot off will sure roll eyes and make all kinds of horrible noises, but they sure as poo poo don't scramble off backwards into the vent. Therefore, the only logical explanation is the guy's got friends or was tied by a rope just like Ronnie was and the guy on the other end just gave him a tug. Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:26 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Map Room Ambience Bit by bit, the auxiliary team gleans the involvement of suspicious tomes--many of which seem to have made their way through the Hoffmann Station's vault at some point or another. Without more direct knowledge of their contents it would be difficult to parse precisely what the Black Sun had been up to--and while Bradley's prior perusal of Unspeakable Cults gave him some insight, what the team truly needed was to get their hands on more concrete materials to dissect. While Sebastian, Yulia, Grace and Bradley put their heads together, however, a dull thumping sound trails overhead through the ceiling. Nearer to the wooden door into the map room, Dicky and Dimitry's attentions are drawn up as dust trickles down from above--and as their gazes find a ventilation grate, suddenly fingers squeeze between the slats: ten, fifteen, twenty or more at once. Squeezing tight, they begin to push and pull at the grate trying to buckle and dislodge it. "Что происходит?!" Dimitry blurts, backing away from underneath the vent wide-eyed. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Armoury Glancing over the remnants, Irakliy finds that most of the racks for ready deployment or arsenal have been emptied--including the Panzerfausts glimpsed on the docks themselves. Boxes of ammunition have been hauled off along with rifles and automatic weapons--but all manner of explosive, in particular, seems to have been excised from the location. Just as Irakliy is making his way out into the corridor he finds that the blast door has fully raised in his wake--and begins to hear a loud creaking from the air vent near the map room. Everyone in the map room, and subsequently Irakliy when he lays eyes on the grate, is going to need a Nausea(-2) test; that is a Spirit test at -2, plus any bonuses you may have against Fear. It is clear that more than a single person must be trying to force the vent open. As a reminder, Horror is a step up from Naseau--as it's a graduation from just plain gory or gross to witnessing things that more decisively should not be--while Terror is the absolute devastating level of test. You can resolve your own rolls on this as the other team had; your target is 4, if you fail you receive a level of Fatigue, which is -1 ongoing to all trait (attribute and skill) rolls.
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic As she walks down the corridor with the others, eyes scanning her surrounding, her still wet boots squeak against the concrete floor. A short moment of silence and then she hears scrambling ahead. Whatever it is it's now aware of them coming. Putain de merde she curses silently to herself, mouthing the words. Victoire expected the room to be empty when they finally reach it. But it isn't. A heavily wounded German hangs from the ceiling. Her right hand leaves the shotgun as she reaches for her sidearm to make sure he's dead but before she can pull it Ronnie opens fire and the Nazi's head burst apart. So far so good. Then the corpse seems to scream silently and disappears up the vent. Which is decidedly not good. Her hand whips back to her shotgun but before it reaches the trigger the body is out of sight. "Oh bordel mais qu'est ce que... " she yells out. "Yes zere must be at least two" she answers Harry as she rushes to peer into the vent, ready to shoot if she sees the least bit of movement. 5 on my d8-1 for nausea, a benny died for this roll. Fathis Munk fucked around with this message at 10:55 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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 SebastianSebastian tucked that knife into the breast pocket of his jacket before following everyone to the map room. there was something about it and he wanted more time later to really study it He had been busy looking at that rune studying it as Grace spoke about it when the Russian yelled and his attention was pulled to the grate as an almost impossible number of fingers tried to pry it loose. he took several steps back drawing that revolver at his hip and leveling it at the vent. He would not fire not yet at least he would wait till he had a clear shot and not just wiggling fingers to aim at. [08:41] <Animedragonfly> !wild d8-2 [08:41] * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-2) with wild die for Animedragonfly and got ( 5 0 ) Results: 5 animedragonfly fucked around with this message at 01:58 on Oct 6, 2016 |
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Bradley Hewitt His eyes followed the sounds until something appeared at the ventilation grate. "What the hell?' He looked up and pointed his sten at the people trying to break into the room. Docbubonic_away !wild d8 Fear check AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Docbubonic_away and got ( 1 7 ) Results: 7 Benny reroll: Docbubonic_away !wild d8 AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Docbubonic_away and got ( 12 2 ) Results: 12 DocBubonic fucked around with this message at 16:53 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Map Room Shoving, tugging and beginning to warp the slats to the ventilation grate, the interloper in the ventilation ignores Sgt. Barton-Morewood's warning--spurring the sergeant to rattle off three rounds from his Sten gun in retaliation. Two rounds crack against the concrete to either side of the vent, but the third punches through the center--and is rewarded with a distinctly meaty splatter inside the duct. Several smatterings of blood trickle down between the slats as those fingers seize up and go still. Abruptly, the fingers withdraw as a tumbling thudding and thumping trails quickly along the ductwork in the ceiling above, in the direction of the power station east of the map room. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Barracks Cautiously approaching beneath the duct, Victoire readies her shotgun before sweeping the barrel up into the span. Beyond the very edge of the ductwork above, the ventilation shaft is dark; no movement is spied, but Victoire can't be sure if her eyes aren't playing tricks on her either; the duct appears to be fairly tight, however--a mere foot squared. With the assistance of Izoldah's light, the duct is found absent its occupant--as close as can be discerned near the edge, at least. If someone climbed up into the duct, they'd certainly have a better vantage. Victoire doesn't really see or hear anything up in the duct. It's probably clear. Probably. Dicky's warning goes unheeded, and he retaliates with a fully-automatic burst from his Sten. A wild die saves him from a gutterball on the rolls, before his damage hits nicely and even explodes for some extra kick. Dicky has dealt damage that certainly should have killed a man. This does not seem to have deterred our duct-dwelling friend from moving with alacrity for the power station now, however.
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic "poo poo!" Victoire yells as she peers into the vent. "Zere is a bend, can't see anything up zere unless someone climbs in." 3 shots echo through the facility. "drat, zere are several of zem?" she asks, her eyes flitting from the vent to her comrades and back.
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Izoldah Rostov Moments after this, there was the sound of bullets fired by the others. "There's others there." She reached to put her pack down. "I could go have look. Unless we go and meet up with others?" He looked at the American Sergeant, pistol and flashlight at the ready. Coudln't say she was looking forward to this, but it was the job.
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Harry He ducks and looks up the vent, seeing what Victoire sees, and curses again, looking at Izoldah as she volunteers (or close enough to). "Well get your rear end up there then, girl. I'd go if I could fit," he grunts, shouldering his rifle and picking her up around the waist as if she were a child. "What d'they say in France? Alley oop?" Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:26 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Izoldah Rostov With some help from the sergeant, she got up there. She couldn't deny she was a fair bit nervous as she clambered up there. If there were others there, she couldn't really retreat easily. Well, she had a gun, a knife, and if it got really bad, a grenade to make a sudden exit from the vent. Holding her breath, she scanned the contents of the vent, her finger on the trigger of her pistol.
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 1 benny left His aim isn't as true as he'd like, but his last shot does give that pleasing sound of hitting home. His trigger finger relaxes as he listens to the sound of whoever is up there scuffling off further into the ventilation system. Only then does he release a breath he didn't know he was holding. It isn't the first time he's fired at an enemy on foot, his time in Troyes back in 1940 giving him more than enough opportunities to gain kills not from the comfort of his cockpit, but it's still been long enough since then that he feels his breath quicken and blood pumping from having fired an automatic weapon. Following the fresh blood dripping from the vent now, he looks back down to the others with him. "You saw that too, right? There was more than one of them, it looked like... Why the bloody hell would they do something that stupid..?" He scoffs as he notices a drop of blood on his boot. "Should've taken my advice and surrendered, the drat buggers. Didn't get them good enough though, by the sounds of how quick they scarpered." He looks at everyone's face more closely, realizing this might be the first time they've seen action up close. "Everyone OK? Just breath regular and keep your wits about you." Not noticing Irakliy, he calls out for the man. "Kuznetsov! You alright, chap?" A Velociraptor! fucked around with this message at 17:52 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Sebastian Sebastian flinched at the sound of that rifle in the confined space and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. His gun was put away as the thing scampered off towards the power station "Should we follow it?" he glanced back to Dicky "could it cause us troubles later?"
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Ronnie "This really don't make much sense," S/Sgt. Thomas says matter-of-factly. "What kind of plan is it to just hide out up there...?" Something is definitely Not Right, but that only tells him so much, and he comes around to the same conclusion as the others. Even though the half-dead one had opened its eyes like that. It's about as much sense as anything can make, though again, the tactical utility of this move aside from being weird as hell seems rather questionable. Maybe if the Nazis had been down here a few days they just all went nuts? He looks upwards, though his head jerks around as he hears firing from the other end of the station. "How many are up there? Christ." To Izoldah, already being hoisted up, he simply says, "Take a quick look, see what you can see, then get down. Then we move out." If they have to chase these bastards up and down the length of the base, so be it.
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