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Redeye Flight
Mar 26, 2010

God, I'm so tired. What the hell did I post last night?
Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov

Irakliy lets the doctor haul him to his feet. He half-turns, drawing his revolver and snapping off a shot at the creature. It goes wide, and he grimaces. "Chyort!"

He turns back to her, eyes serious. "I have... ow. A plan. We cannot let that thing live, but our guns cannot kill it. We need better weaponry. We have to get back to the armory and hope there is something better in there." He gives her a very serious look. "I need your help, comrade."

He turns away, south, taking a massive drink from his flask before replacing it on his belt. Suddenly his voice is loud and strong, if slow. "I need one... volunteer! We are going to armory! We are going to find... biggest gun in base! And we are going to blow this loving thing's heads off!"

He starts off south, at an astonishing pace for someone who just had most of his side torn off.

[17:53] <Gaist> What's all this now?
[17:53] <FathisMunk> also I am wondering about running dice exploding, because that could get hilariously dumb form time to time
[17:53] <FathisMunk> his running die
[17:54] <Gaist> Oh
[17:54] <FathisMunk> 10
[17:54] * AchtungBot rolled 10 for FathisMunk and got 10
[17:54] <Gaist> Do note, your pace is reduced by your wounds also
[17:54] <Gaist> So your pace went from 6 to 4


Chat mechanics got a bit hosed, but roll of 10 on moving at 4 pace. Going south to the armory. I will probably need help.

Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 00:03 on Oct 7, 2016

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Mukaikubo
Mar 14, 2006

"You treat her like a lady... and she'll always bring you home."
Sgt. Willis

Without a word, Tim safes his SMG and nods to the officer. "Let's go, sir, then." He says with startling, if admirable, diffidence about the nightmare trying to hammer its way through the door to destroy them all. He lopes after Irakliy, keeping an eye out for Ambushes.

Razeam
Jul 13, 2004

Nya~
Grace

Grace leans against a wall to steady her shaking and take a deep breath. She relaxes her posture a bit when Sgt. Willis volunteers for Lt. Kuznetsov's mission. "Go-Good luck," she stutters, offering a half smile to the two soldiers while her body still trembles.

DocBubonic
Mar 11, 2003

Tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis
Bradley Hewitt

The first thing he thought when he got out of the corridor was to get that door closed. He saw the sergeant shutting the door and went to help him. And then he didn't stop pushing on the door until the monster quit pushing against it.

"I think we're safe for the moment." He then looked around to see if his statement was true or not. When Leytenant Kuznetsov mentions his plan, he nods in agreement.

1 bennie

Ambivalent
Oct 14, 2006

Yulia

"A bigger gun? Are you..." She looks agog. Maybe to a soldier 'get bigger gun' makes sense, but to her, it seems folly. She stomps a foot but then relents, her heart following them before her head can have her mouth deliver a dissenting word.

Redeye Flight
Mar 26, 2010

God, I'm so tired. What the hell did I post last night?

Ambivalent posted:

Yulia

"A bigger gun? Are you..." She looks agog. Maybe to a soldier 'get bigger gun' makes sense, but to her, it seems folly. She stomps a foot but then relents, her heart following them before her head can have her mouth deliver a dissenting word.

Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov

Every step is pain. He ignores it as best he can, trying to bind his side up with what remained of his combat webbing. It was strangely not bleeding--something in that monster is a powerful coagulant, he thinks. Makes sense if it is mostly jelly. The alternatives were better left unthought about.

He looks over at Yulia, and it's clear to see that she's not convinced. He turns back partly as they reach the corner into the command wing. "Our choices now are to leave or kill these things, and we cannot kill them with pistols and submachine guns. If we leave, we have to hope they don't find us until the storm dies down enough for us to get back to the... submarine." He turns the word over in his mouth, and then raises his voice. "COMMANDER MOOREWOOD! CAN YOU SEE IF SUBMARINE HAS DECK GUN?"

He, on the other hand, keeps stumping towards the armory. Getting to a deck gun would involve climbing. He's not doing any climbing any time soon.

Fraction Jackson
Oct 27, 2007

Able to harness the awesome power of fractions
Ronnie

He doesn't have much time to think, to figure out the right course. "Keep shooting!" Ronnie yells to rally the rest of the four there. He could tell that they had winged it well enough, but then, how do you judge what puts down something that should not exist in the first place? Hell, a normal man would have been done after the first shot, when it had been hanging, let alone the wounds any of them had done to it after that. The fact that...it...was still moving in any recognizable sense was astounding.

But S/Sgt. Thomas couldn't dwell on that. He takes one split second, and he thinks, he recalls. Without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends on it. He levels the rifle again, lets his hands and eyes do the work, and continues to spit hellfire and lead downrange.

[21:23] <FractionJackson> !wild d8+1 shooting
[21:23] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8+1) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 6 3 ) Results: 6
[21:23] <FractionJackson> !sw 2d8+1
[21:23] * AchtungBot rolled a (2d8+1) for FractionJackson and got ( 2 2 ) Total: 5

Fraction Jackson fucked around with this message at 05:31 on Oct 7, 2016

Oracle
Oct 9, 2004

Harry

He settles the well-polished, lovingly sharpened bayonet home with a dull reassuring thud, watching the melee unfold. The thing seemed to shrug off bullets. Fine. He liked it close anyway. More mana, as his uncle would say. More honor.

He lowers the rifle and with a scream that would unsettle the dead, he runs.

And stabs. And it seems to do nothing, save the thing turns and runs. And Harry takes another stab at it, grimacing.

That one bites.

Hit, did no damage because lol dice don't roll that high silly, thing decided to run, rolled to hit it again as an AoO, missed, spent my one just awarded bennie to reroll cuz it can't rain ALL the time, and got a 5 which JUST hit, then got an exploded d6 for a 7 on damage after once again whiffing d8.

Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:28 on Oct 11, 2016

A Velociraptor!
Aug 20, 2007

Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood
2 bennies left

As those struggling down the corridor pass him, he throws his weight behind the bulkhead door. He screams and shuts his eyes, knowing the monster is on the other side, charging toward them. As the impact hits, he staggers back a step or two but returns full force to keep the creature blocked from them. Even with his eyes shut he can feel their eyes on him, waiting and forcing him to open his and stare back. But his resolve doesn't waiver and his team mates thankfully assist in sealing the bulkhead door.

When he's sure it's shut tight, he releases his death grip and bolts backwards from the door opening his eyes only to see the creature retreating away from them. He turns away, unable to look through the porthole, sure the creature will return and those faces will stare back at him once more. "Jesus... Holy Christ!" He tries to catch his breath, but it still remains ragged and fast-paced. Dimitry is nowhere to be seen but the others are at least still alive. Kuznetsov's screams seem to perfectly mirror how the man's wound must feel. The others talk of getting bigger guns from the armoury and wrecked sub, but he can hear still the rattling of gunfire further into the base in the direction of their other teammates.

Clearing his throat, he finds his voice steady once more. "No!" he says as the others start to move. "You hear that gunfire? The others are in trouble and probably facing something as bad as we've been." God, he how he inwardly hopes that is not the case! "We're moving to help them, now. And you, sir-" he looks to Kuznetsov, "-need the attention of our French medic. They would not leave us, let us not leave them!" Gripping firming the Sten once more, he leads them on in the direction of the gunfire.

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"
Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - North Docks

Charging headlong down the corridor, Harry closes the distance to bury his bayonet against the mass of the monster as it pursues Izoldah; the creature rounds on the man as his blade fails to leave lasting harm. Lashing out wildly at the man, Harry narrowly avoids a barbed blow before the amalgamation begins to scramble back toward the ventilation grate whence it came, mouths gaping and heads lolling.

In its parting, Harry delivers a fierce jab that sends the horror staggering--before it redoubles its retreat with alarming alacrity; Ronnie manages to squeeze off another pair of rounds at the thing, but yet it still moves. Izoldah and Victoire remain as the fused mass of man and meat leers wildly, beginning to clamber and haul its way back into the ceiling before their eyes.

Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks

With the bulkhead secured, at least presently, traces of the creature grow scarce; further rifle fire can be heard to resonate across the open span of the docks--while Sgt. Barton-Morewood gives the call to regroup and turn attentions towards brothers and sisters in arms further away beyond the workshops. It's a call which leads to hesitance for Irakliy, having traversed partway into the hall to the Command Centre and Armoury; at the corner of the corridor itself, Sgt. Willis can see the still-raised blast door and bulkheads beyond for the Armoury proper.


Harry charged, connected, but failed to deliver meaningful damage; 'Hanz' elected to boogie back to the ducts though, provoking another jab from Harry that, after the newly gained benny was burned, struck home and left it Shaken. Ronnie fired another double tap, but the dice just weren't there for him to make good on a wound. Izoldah and Victoire remain before 'Hanz' makes a great escape forthcoming.

South team is still out of initiative, still with no sign of the creature there. Anyone who elects to endeavor to rendezvous with the north team can close the distance in the equivalent of two rounds on their end. Anyone who proceeds to the Armoury, Command Centre or Radio room can be there this round and have an action to gain entry if desired.

Fathis Munk
Feb 23, 2013

??? ?
Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 4/7

As the blood curdling scream rings out and the towering Maori comes thundering around a corner, Victoire unzips the top of her uniform, seemingly lost in thought.

The two mountains of meat and muscle clash, stabbing and tearing. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes from an inner pocket and sets one between her lips.

Drops her shotgun to light it and takes a long satisfying drag.

The Nazi monstrosity breaks away from the fight, trying to run.

Suddenly her mind is yelling

"Mais qu'est-ce que tu fais ma fille ? T'es cinglée ou quoi, il va s'enfuir. C'est peut être pas un nazi comme les autres, mais ça reste un nazi."

In a sudden mad scramble she throws the lighter and cigarettes away and picks up the shotgun. Her hands guide her and before it is even raises completely, flame bursts forth hot and sharp. Buckshot flies and hits the monstrosity square in its numerous faces.

Victoire straightens up

"Et bah, t'as jamais réussi à toucher autant de boches d'un seul coup !" says the voice in her head.

She briefly smirks then the voice is gone.

Mechanically she picks up the cigarettes again and tucks them back into her pocket. She stares on.

To hit : 5, 12 hit and raise
Damage : 1+10+2+3=16

Translations
"What the gently caress are you doing girl? Are you crazy, he's gonna get away! He might not be your usual Nazi but he's still a Nazi."

"Wow, you never manages to hit so many Nazis in one shot"

Ambivalent
Oct 14, 2006

Yulia

Having already been skeptical of Irakliy's Bigger Gun plan, she eagerly accepts the Sergeant's rally command, giving an affirmative nod. The doctor grips her revolver in both hands and casts her eyes about worriedly, moving up and sticking close to the Englishman as she can without actually hugging him.

No time for thinking right now, Dr. Khulanova!

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"
Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - North Docks

From across the docks as the others move to close the distance, that second amalgamation is glimpsed on the precipice of the northern ventilation system; Victoire's shotgun punctuates the air with another blast, buckshot pellets sluicing their way through the meat and biomass of the fused horror as it begins to ascend into the ductwork.

Tendons, muscle fibers, fat and innards rip and tear, giving way their tenuously strained connections as the perforation of the shotgun's payload shreds among it--before a great deal of that bulk sloughs apart to collapse against the deck of the northern dock with a rattled gurgling wail of a sound no creature should ever breath.

The smell is horrific.



Hanz just couldn't keep it together and made an awful mess. Vigor test for anyone in the vicinity to avoid losing their breakfast; the northern creature otherwise seems to be eliminated.

Oracle
Oct 9, 2004

Harry

He snarls, ready to grab the thing as it leaps up and prepares to escape to the ducts once again, but the blast from a shotgun cuts him short, and the thing falls with a wet splat to the floor of the base. He glances at Victoire, nodding once, chest heaving, then looks down at what's left of the thing again, shaking his head with a disgusted look on his face.

"We need to burn it. Whiro cannot not take strength from ashes."

(8:48:32 AM) Oracle: !wild d10-2
(8:48:33 AM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d10-2) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 5 1 ) Results: 5

Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:28 on Oct 11, 2016

Fathis Munk
Feb 23, 2013

??? ?
Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 4/7

She looks blankly at Harry.

Digging through her satchel she pulls out a small water bottle before emptying it on the ground. After strapping on some gloves she picks up a handful of biomass and shoves it into the bottle before sealing it again. Finally she wipes the sides with 70% ethanol to disinfect them and puts the bottle back in her bag.

She continues to poke and prod at the creature dispassionately.

Vigor : 5, 3
Knowledge Biology : 2, 9

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Izoldah Rostov

The smell assaulted her sense, and Izoldah felt the taste of bile in her mouth and her stomach churning. For a few brief seconds she swallowed, trying to hold her breakfast down, but then she leaned forward, the wet sound of her breakfast hitting the floor sounding through the place. Though even the pile of vomit was nothing in disgust compared to was the...

No. What she was seeing. They'd been poisoned. Clearly hallucinating. This was not a thing that existed. Of course, the vomiting probably matched it as well. She saw as Harry and Vic occupied themselves with it, then remembered where they'd been going to. "We need to find the others. Now." She said, wiping her mouth, and holding her gun. "There could be more attackers from the vents. We need to get to them." She peered fearfully at the vents, thinking she could hear more sounds from inside of them. It were all just hallucinations of course. And the poison was what made her heartrate spike when she looked at that dark hole.

Of course, then the other group showed up. "Are you alright? We should put gasmasks on. They are using some kind of poison on us that makes us see things."

Did not make the vigor roll

Fraction Jackson
Oct 27, 2007

Able to harness the awesome power of fractions
Ronnie

The sight of the thing melting away almost makes him lose what little is left in his stomach, but S/Sgt. Thomas keeps it together, if only because he gets the feeling that if he lost it, the rest of them might be even more freaked out than they already are. He checks his rifle quickly. "Credit to all of you for some nice shooting." Then he looks at the thing, then looks at Manahi. "No, I agree. Burn it. Just to make sure it's actually loving dead. It should already have been dead. At least three times." Ronnie sounds almost offended by its refusal to die, like the thing has done him some great universal wrong that nothing can set right.

He eyes Doucet oddly. She had been acting weird since the thing came down from the vent, and that's his responsibility right now. "You hear that? Don't get so close to that thing. Don't take poo poo from that thing. We don't know what else it's capable of and we are well beyond where I am comfortable letting anyone here assume anything makes any goddamned sense whatsoever. Not saying that for the hell of it. For our own good."

He shakes his head at Izoldah. "We all saw the same thing, right? Bodies all smushed together scrabblin' around? One with half its head missing because I shot it off and it just ran away before it came back and ambushed us?" He actually chuckles at how absurd what he just said is. "You think the Nazis have something that'll make us all see the same thing? That thing?"

[09:44] <FractionJackson> !wild d8 vigor
[09:44] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 5 5 ) Results: 5

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Izoldah Rostov

"They probably... hid things here and there. To make us think of things like that. Get us tense. Play with memory. I don't know how those things work. But more likely than... than whatever we thought we saw. Maybe some poor tormented victims that look horrified. We let smart scientists figure out. Get health check when back on boat. No such thing as demons so must be good rational explanation." She nodded, firmly convincing herself as she spoke. "Yes, they hang one corpse out and drag it off. We all start thinking and imagining stuff with gas going on. How do we even know we all see the same? They just need make something that'll look a bit like that, get minds to think like thing and bam, we all thing we saw same thing."

She shrugged. "Just what I think. You think what you want comrade sergeant. But whatever it is, I think we should go to power room. Block the vents, and lock the door If it goes dark here, we will have lots of trouble."

DocBubonic
Mar 11, 2003

Tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis
Bradley Hewitt

He begins to follow Sergeant Barton-Morewood.

"What about that thing we encountered? If it can't get past that door, its going to go back into the vents. What are we going to do to stop it?" Bradley continued to follow the sergeant, but he wasn't sure just running in the direction of gunfire was the best option at this point. Something had to be done with the one they left behind.

Oracle
Oct 9, 2004

Harry

He stabs at what's left a few more times, just to be drat sure its not moving, and separates anything resembling heads from anything that looks like body for good measure. "Alright. There's another? Need to find it, kill it too. Sweep and clear, burn them all. Outside. This is Whiro's work, and Whiro feeds off the dead. But Whiro can't eat ashes. Burn them." He seems pretty drat adamant.

Straightening, he wipes his blade clean, looking at Ronnie. "Power room," he agrees with Izoldah. "We need lights. Ventilation," he adds in an afterthought as a sop to Izolah's theory. "No ventilation probably drove the Nazis here nuts. Gotta clear the air good, yeah? C'mon. One more, sweep and clear, then burn."

He moves towards the power station, rifle at the ready. "Anyone check the Armory?"

Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:29 on Oct 11, 2016

GaistHeidegger
May 20, 2001

"Can you see?"
Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Docks

Stooping to gather a slimy, foul-smelling sampling of the creature, Victoire feels the pulpy meat is rather cool to the touch and clammy--with a viscous film of rank phlegmy muck clinging to its surface. Standing over the remains, Victoire is struck by the degree of rampant necrosis which has gripped the bulk of the horror's form around the majority of its mass; one can only conclude that the components of the abomination were, at least predominantly, not living tissue. Taking her sample, Victoire stuffs it into her former water bottle.

As Ronnie, Izoldah and Harry arrive at the scene, the aroma continues to prove nearly overpowering. Above, a few ragged trails of torn skin and tissue dangle from an edge of the open duct--while the porous concrete of the docks have sopped up a saturation of juices sweating off of decaying tissue, the ripened excess of rotted organs and viscera dribbling gooey, sickly trails that have begun to spread from the settling mass.

Not moments after Victoire's sample is stowed and the matter of burning the thing enters discussion: there is movement among the mass before a lump surfaces from beneath a sheet of sallow, pallid flesh. Squirming free, the stretched and sunken remnants of a head pockmarked with buckshot begins to loll along the dock, pulled by tendrils of veiny viscera as a portion of a malformed spinal column and a collapsed lung trail in its wake.


Nausea test for Izoldah, Harry, Ronnie and Victoire.

GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 19:32 on Oct 7, 2016

Oracle
Oct 9, 2004

Harry

Te aitanga a Punga a Whiro!" he breathes as he watches the thing crawl away from the bulk of the dead form, reflexively raising his bayonet to stab the shite out of it.

(1:18:58 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Oracle for Nausea and got ( 2 1 ) Results: 2
This is a Nazi dicebot.
Stabbin: (1:29:07 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-1) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 12 4 ) Results: 12
Damagin: (1:31:08 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) for Oracle and got ( 1 ) Total: 1
kiwi raise: (1:31:21 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (2d6) for Oracle and got ( 5 11 ) Total: 16


Harry skewers the writhing, sickly looking creature on the end of his bayonet, and slams it against the floor once for good measure, cracking it like an egg. It stops moving. He slams it again, just to be sure, then shakes it off where it lands with a wet plop.

"Burn it," he says again, voice low, then turns and stalks off towards the armory and generator room.

Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:29 on Oct 11, 2016

Fathis Munk
Feb 23, 2013

??? ?
Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 4/7

"Ceci est un specimen absolument unique. Il me faut un échantillon." Victoire says without even looking at Ronnie.

"Oh!" she exclaims as one of the heads suddenly starts skittering away. Head cocked she watches it get away as she takes a drag on her cigarette. "Hmmm."

Then Harry smashes it and she stands up, stripping of her gloves and dumping them on the ground.


(20:16:05) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for FathisMunkdroid and got ( 7 8 ) Results: 8
Translation
This is an absolutely unique specimen! I need a sample.

Fraction Jackson
Oct 27, 2007

Able to harness the awesome power of fractions
Ronnie

"I'm proceeding as if it's real for now," he tells Izoldah, and is about to say something else before the remnants of the drat thing start moving again. Fortunately Harry is faster on the draw than he is. "What the gently caress?" Ronnie asks rhetorically, realizing that he will probably also be saying that several more times today.

"We're gonna need something to light it up real good with..." He waves over the oncoming remaining elements of the team. "We, uh-" S/Sgt. Thomas hesitates slightly, trying to figure out how to explain. "We killed a...a something," he settles on calling out. "Heard shooting down that way too, you guys okay?"

[11:19] <FractionJackson> !wild d6+2
[11:19] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6+2) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 5 5 ) Results: 5

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Izoldah Rostov

"Right, right. We get going, all gather. Kill other one, and we all have people come here with gas masks on to make sure. Drink lots of wodka too." Izoldah said, feeling like she was getting a grip on everything. And then one of those heads started moving again. Moments later stopped in a permanent matter by Harry. "J... just hallucinations." She said, clenching her rifle, looking up at the vent, resisting the urge to close her eyes and shut out everything she was seeing.

"We need to go, we need to go. We need to get to the power generator. I don't want us to be in the dark here. We'll start seeing even weirder things in the dark." Her face was going ashen.


<Shogeton> !wild d6-2
* @AchtungBot rolled a (1d6-2) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 29 3 ) Results: 3
Does not even include the -2 from doubting Thomas, so taking a fatigue point

Redeye Flight
Mar 26, 2010

God, I'm so tired. What the hell did I post last night?
Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov

Irakliy staggers up just in time to watch Harry skewer the head to the floor, still thinking about the armory but in the end deciding that he can't really argue with Dicky's logic. "Ah. Good. This is good, they can... ach."

He takes the canteen off his belt and looks at it, sadly. Taking one last swig, he then upends the rest of his pilfered British rum over the top of the head. Dropping to his knees, he then sets the canteen back on his belt, pulls out his lighter, and snaps it against the floor.

As the alcohol catches, Irakliy climbs back to his feet with some help from whoever's nearby, and watches, slowly opening and closing the lighter with one hand.

Fathis Munk
Feb 23, 2013

??? ?
Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 4/7

Victoire pulls Irakliy up and looks him over.

"Merde, ils t'ont pas raté, t'es bien amoché dis donc." she states.

She digs through her satchel and pulls out some disinfectant and bandages. After a quick and quite painful cleaning of the wound she dresses it. It's far from perfect but it'll do for now until she has time to take care of it. They are not safe yet.

She steps back and reaches into her unzipped uniform. Pulling out a cigarette she jams it into the russians mouth.

"C'est bon pour le moral." she says stonily before starting to reload her shotgun and staring into empty space, her own cigarette almost a stump by now.

poo poo man, they really didn't miss you, you're hosed up. It's good for morale.

Fathis Munk fucked around with this message at 22:37 on Oct 7, 2016

Redeye Flight
Mar 26, 2010

God, I'm so tired. What the hell did I post last night?
Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov

Irakliy doesn't speak French, but he can get the gist of the message well enough, and he nods, lighting the cigarette. "Da." It helps take the edge off the renewed pain in his side, anyway. He looks down at what's left of north group's... thing. "This is... smaller than one we fought." He looks back up, around at Ronnie, at Izoldah clearly barely holding it together, at the strange stony look in the once-passionate Frenchwoman's eyes. A strange compassion enters his expression. "Ach, we have all gone through hell already."

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Izoldah Rostov

"Cigarettes. They leave traces. Ashes, smell, butts, a spark of flame." She was very much looking away from that thing.Focusing on other things. Trying to regain her cool, trying to undo the death grip she had on her Mossin. Her gaze was just at the vent. Something else, bigger. No, no it made sense. Hallucinations. Everyone would see it differently. "Comrade lieutenant, can you move? Considering our enemy does not use guns, it would be well served with cutting the electricity. We should secure the power generator."

Redeye Flight
Mar 26, 2010

God, I'm so tired. What the hell did I post last night?
Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov

"I can move, yes. But I do not want to fight them with this." He holds up his pistol. Izoldah is clearly having problems adjusting to this; he picks his next words carefully. "Our enemy has some kind of armor, like our SN-42 or flak jackets I have seen airmen wear. Stens are proving... ineffective." He gestures at her rifle. "We need more guns like your rifle, comrade. I strongly want to search armory for something heavier."

Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 20:24 on Oct 7, 2016

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Izoldah Rostov

Izoldah noded, that all making sense. "Right, right, heavily armoured. I figured that fascist took a lot of bullets to go down." She looked at her rifle, then to the others. "Alright, it is time to make confession. I think I make lucky shot. I am scout. I usually try to be quiet and not noticed. Since loud bang and flash of light and fascists falling dead is not good for not being noticed, I not shoot very often. If someone think they good shot, I'm okay with switching weapons for bit."

"But I think we should secure power before we go to armory. Strong guns don't help if we can't see the enemy."

Shogeton fucked around with this message at 20:34 on Oct 7, 2016

Ambivalent
Oct 14, 2006

Yulia

Shaking her head, she lingers near to Izoldah and Irakliy, still trying to digest the moment. Even having in been in Leningrad, her exposure to the violence had been minimal - and this exposure was more than violent. It was... Well, she had read Thornberg's writings on the dehumanizing effect of war, but somehow she felt that was a bit more literal. That had... not been human. Or maybe it had been, which is more unsettling.

Finally stirred out of her reflection, she calls back down to Ronnie from where the Soviets had gathered themselves, "...the power room. It was in there - we need to secure it. Sir." Much for the same reasons Izoldah had stated.

Razeam
Jul 13, 2004

Nya~
Grace

She heeds the maxim of having strength in numbers by joining the main force. "Is it waiting for us?" Grace voices a fear through her now thoroughly wrinkled handkerchief. After a sigh, she puts it away and makes a face as her hands grip the Modèle D pistol.

Oracle
Oct 9, 2004

Harry

He pauses and turns as the others report in. The other thing was bigger. It was in the generator room. Irakily's wounds, Izoldah's... condition. Grace's quavering voice. He looks at Ronnie, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. "Right. You lot need to find a room without a vent and stay in it. You're not going to do us any good here. You heard the Russkie, pistols do feckall to this other one."

He looks at Ronnie. "Armory's got no vents, yeah? Kill two birds with one stone, like. They can hole up there, see if they can find some firepower, if not at least they're not cut off or too far from us. If so they're not too far from us and can bring in the cavalry. What say?"

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A Velociraptor!
Aug 20, 2007

Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood
2 bennies left

He recoils at the sight of yet another monstrosity, yet this one thankfully lying shot and skewered on the floor. "Oh bloody hell... It seems you chaps won't need much convincing on what we've seen after all then." He looks over them all, taking stock of their conditions. "We're alive, which counts for something, I'm sure" They're safe and relatively unharmed, apart from Kuznetsov who's getting some much needed treatment. Yet Dimitry is still worryingly nowhere to be seen...

His voice takes on more urgency then. "There's another. A bigger one in the Power Room. A whole bloody...heap of people all in one abomination... We couldn't hope to take it ourselves." But his spirits are indeed bolstered now by their larger numbers.

He nods in agreement with Kuznetsov. "Now that we know everyone's safe, we'll check out the armoury and see if anything larger than what we've got is waiting for us to find." To those who dispatched the beast now rotting nearby, he says; "Securing the Power Room is urgent, but that thing could rip you to shreds if it's still in there. The thing's bloody huge and won't go down easy with what weapons we have. Whatever damage I did by shooting it just seemed to piss it off. You might be better off checking the Armoury with us before we move on it..."

Still looking to his left and right from time to time, he adds; "And everyone keep an eye out for Vasilievich. The poor bugger ran off when he saw the monster. Can't blame him for it though..."

Fraction Jackson
Oct 27, 2007

Able to harness the awesome power of fractions
Ronnie

Ronnie exhales sharply, looks at Lt. Kuznetsov. "You keep yourself together and we'll keep you covered. If this is all hell's got, then I guess we're all gonna live forever. Devil's Brigade doesn't worry about hell." He tries to laugh, but after what he's seen today it comes out muted and not at all amused. He tries to smile to reassure Grace. "Nah. We're gonna be waiting for it."

He listens to the ones from the other half of the team give their suggestions and explanations. He nods to Izoldah and Yulia both; it was weird to say, but the Russkies all seemed to have the right of it. "I don't think we can leave that poo poo here. No telling what else it can do or where else it can go. And we ain't safe to leave until the storm's gone. And we can't let it cut the power." To LCpl. Manahi, he says, "Could just check it on the way, too. Either or. Also: remind me never to piss you off." Another weak smile.

Finally he looks to Sgt. Barton-Morewood. "I know you haven't asked for my advice, Sir, but it sounds like you already know it: we move as one, we secure weapons enough to shred that thing, and we secure the power. Whatever else important we came here for - and I'm starting to wonder about all that, now - we secure after. Kill it, burn it, make sure we're clear, and then wait out the storm." He gestures towards the south. "So if those are your orders..."

A Velociraptor!
Aug 20, 2007

Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood
2 bennies left

"The advice is always appreciated, S.Sgt, especially in a situation like this." He looks briefly to the dead monster before looking away and adding more authority to his voice. "Alright, we need to move now or we're all buggered. We go all together if we want a hope in hell of surviving this place. To the Armoury first then we move on the Power Room with whatever firepower we have. At the worst, more guns are just as good as bigger ones." He turns back to the south. "Get yourselves together and let's get a move on to the Armoury."

Mukaikubo
Mar 14, 2006

"You treat her like a lady... and she'll always bring you home."
Sgt. Willis

The sight of the other monster dead on the ground inspires Tim to... take a small swig of water from his canteen. Hell of a thing. "Nazis," Ted says philosophically, outwardly unbothered by the nightmare around them. "What won't they try to keep themselves from bein' crushed? But yeah, I and others opened up on the other one with our SMGs, it just got angry. Kinda wish I'd brought a bazooka, but maybe the Nazis have some panzerfausts in the armory." He brightens at that, lapsing back into silence and sticking around near the middle of the group looking around calmly while they prepare to leave.

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

Izoldah Rostov

"Dmitriy? poo poo! He's on his own! We gotta find him too after this." Izoldah said, moving along with the group. As Sgt. Willis spoke, she nodded, holding out her rifle. "This gun seems to hurt it. But I'm better at spotting than shooting. You want to trade for bit? Never got to use American gun before."

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Fathis Munk
Feb 23, 2013

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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 7/7

Victoire stares into space, apparently not noticing the discussion her allies are having.

Hey! Hey! Hey! the voices cry out, a multitudinous cacophony. Victoire looks around but can't make out where they might come from. As quickly as they had come they disappear.

Hey girl. Clemence's voice, crystalline as always. It hits Victoire like a sledgehammer and she sits down, staring ahead, her shotgun cradled in her arms. What, how?

Come on, I told you I'd always be with you. The image of Clemence's corpse bursts forth from the recesses of her memory. The only other corpse that had ever unnerved her that much. Clemence stands before her now, ragged chunks torn out where the MG-42 ripped into her. She looks down at her wounds. Huh, I really got shot up pretty bad there.

"C'est... C'est impossible, je... je..." Victoire silently mutters to herself.

Look, I know this all looks bad, really bad. But you can't just run away Vic. You never could and... Clemence pauses. ...and now where would you even run to? This is where you should be, this is not where you planned to be but it is what you've become.

Clemence sits down next to her. Victoire leans against her and faintly feels a solid cold concrete wall against her side.

Things just happen sometimes, you should know that by now. Clemence sighs. I know this sounds really lovely but that's how it is. No one could have known they were waiting for us and you might be real good with your fingers, even you can't fix... this. She points at the hole in her throat.

But these people, look at them. Victoire's stony gaze sweeps the team, she doesn't register their discussion. Them you can still help and they will help you to carry this to its end. To make our deaths and sacrifices worth it. What else is left to you, you have to press on.

The other French woman's voice is hard as steel.

You might not get the one who did this to me, but you will get plenty of others who have done worse. As long as there is a Nazi out there you have a purpose. She looks Victoire dead in the eye. As long as one of them is left, I will not accept you sitting around wasting time.

"Tu.. Tu as raison. Pardonnes moi je m'étais perdue." Victoire wipes her eyes on her sleeve. "Reste encore un peu."

Clemence smirks and plants a kiss on Victoire's forehead before striding off into the distance.

Victoire is alone again. She stands up and even though her gaze is still distant, her stance speaks of determination. She rests the barrel of her shotgun on her shoulder and joins the others.

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