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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Docks Sloughed free from Harry's bayonet, the remnants of the creature are doused and set alight; low flames flicker and lap as the alcohol burns--but the grisly leftovers of the thing are more than a little moist--making the matter slow. Still, as the rest of the team rendezvous together, a plan is formed: together, the eleven men and women of the strike and auxiliary teams proceed back along the docks toward the blast door to the command centre and attached facilities. Across the facility, the lights flicker briefly as the diesel power systems fluctuate, briefly plunging the group into darkness save for those scant few flashlights. As the lights flicker back on, a metal clattering is heard across the span of the three docking bays--nearer to the magazine and vault on the other side, though obscured by the scuttled wreckage of the submarine. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Armoury Ambience Making haste, there's little time to be wasted as the group rounds into the access corridor for the map room and command centre. An open ventilation duct still hangs over the map room to the north, another in the radio room to the south--while maneuvering through the blast door at the end of the hall, the three bulkhead doors for the armoury become apparent. Splitting between the three and opening the way, the remainder of the armoury is found to be in a similar state--there are sparingly few remnants of the German firepower still remaining for the most part, with emptied racks and shelving for weapons and munitions. A few assorted implements of German weaponry are found after digging. In the final armoury, as rummaging shoves a rack aside, a very particular pair of heavy backpacks and arsenal are recognized: two Flammenwerfer 41s, german flamethrowers. Once more the lights flicker--longer this time--before a great deal of shifting mechanisms and machinery is heard; it would seem that a power fluctuation has triggered the reset of systems throughout the facility once more. Simultaneously, all of the blast doors begin to close--the lights continuing to flicker sporadically. You've found two flamethrowers. Caution: contents volatile and extremely dangerous. Flammenwerfer (FmW) 41 (2d10, 45' cone, RoF 1, Minimum Strength d6, Ignores armour.) x2 You've also discovered: Luger P08 (9×19mm) (2d6-1 12/24/48, RoF 1, Shots 7, Semi-Auto.) w/ 1 spare magazine Maschinenpistole 40 (MP40 9×19mm) (2d6-1 12/24/48, RoF 3, Shots 32, AP 1, Auto.) x 2 w/ 2 spare magazines Sturmgewehr 44 (StG-44 7.92×33mm) (2d8-1 24/48/96, RoF 3, Shots 30, Minimum Strength d6, AP 2, Auto.) w/ 1 spare magazine Stick grenade (StG24) (3d6-2 05/10/20, Medium Burst) x2 GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 04:42 on Oct 8, 2016 |
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 Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy KuznetsovIrakliy can't help but grin as they shove the shelf aside. "Ognemety!" He leans down, grabbing one up. "This is more like it. I doubt Franz can shrug these off." Which is the point at which the lights flicker, and the agonizingly slow door to the armory begins to grind down. Irakliy's head snaps around, and thinks for a moment before he starts. "Bozhe-- the doors! We must go!" He wraps one strap of the flamethrower over his shoulder, gesturing to the group as they gather up the rest of the gear. "Hurry! Or we will be stuck in command wing!"
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 Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 7/7Her eyes are immediately drawn to the Luger. Such a symbol. How many of these had she seen in the hands of her enemies? How many of these had taken the lives of her friends? She picks the gun up, weighing its cold steel in her open palms. What more appropriate weapon could there be to kill Nazis, their own weapons turned against them. She feels Clemence's hand on her shoulder. In a way it is like you, you know? she says. Victoire nods understanding what the other woman is getting at. Before all this, before the war you were going to become a doctor. Help people. But they took that away from you and they turned you into what you are now. They made you into the weapon of their own destruction. Clemence smoothly moves around her to face Victoire. Take it. She says, putting her hands on Victoire's and closing her grip around the Luger's handle. Take it and give them hell. Victoire loads the Luger and jams it into her belt. She picks up her shotgun and whirls around ready to go face whatever might still be left for her in this base, and then the whole world.
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 Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood2 bennies left He lends his lighter to assist with the burning of the downed creature by the docks, thankful at least on of the monsters has been dealt with. Yet another remains and so he leads the way to the Armoury, his pace quickening at the sound of clanging somewhere behind the wreckage of the submarine and the fluctuating of the lights. Within the Armoury, he can't help but grin along with Kuznetsov at the sight of the flamethrowers. "That's the ticket. Anyone know how to use one of these things?" Just then the lights flicker once more and the blast doors to the Armoury start to shut slowly. "Everyone grab something and let's go! Move!" Following his own orders, he grabs one of the MP40s with a spare magazine and dashes for the blast door. "Go! Go!" He stops on the Armoury side of the blast door, moving everyone out ahead of him to be sure he's the last one out. If anyone looks to be straggling, he grabs them and practically throws them out of the Armoury.
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Sgt. Willis There's a bounty of heavy armament in the armory. Still, the engineer holds back. Wasn't right for the man with high explosives to be carrying a flame thrower, that just asked for havoc. A better rifle would have been nice, but he was technically not supposed to be fighting in infantry combat, and some of these others were. And he just wasn't fast enough. Watching as the things with higher power than his submachinegun get snatched, Ted nods. Yep. Well, at least it meant he'd have a good reason to stay well behind the fighting line. Guess I'm taking a grenade. 
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 RonnieFor his part, Ronnie seems content to stick with what he has. He's brought home trophy guns before. More importantly, the M1 seems to have just enough punch to hurt one of the things, if he places the shots well - so he is going to stick with it. It's the others with the STENs and pistols that really need something else. Instead he stands guard as the others loot, trying to keep an ear out for any weird Nazi-strosity sounds, trying to come up with any other ideas for how to bring it down easier. He racks his brain for the parts of the facility he's seen so far. But he's interrupted by the doors beginning to close, and he ducks under the door. "poo poo..." He looks back. "Alright, guess that's our cue."
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 Izoldah RostovIf there is anything that the Eastern Front told her, is that you never leave supplies behind if you can help it. Not caring too much about who would actually wield it, she quickly grabs the other flamethrower, not bothering to strap it in or make it ready for use right now, just making sure it's being brought along. "Coming!" She calls out, moving to take the volatile weapon out of the command wing as quickly as she dared.
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 Bradley HewittHe followed the group and kept his eyes open for any signs of the creatures. At the moment at least one happened to be in the armory, but there could be others.
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 SebastianHe kept up with everyone else while they resupplied in the armory hanging back and keeping out of the way sticking Bradly for the most part. He would replace the round he spent in that revolver only taking another weapon if one was offered to him. Sebastian was an alright shot he had been hunting several times in his youth but this was not hunting. He sorely wished he had a cigarette at this moment needing one after what he saw in the power station
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 HarryHe makes a mental note on the noise coming from the sub for later, glancing at Ronnie and nodding, smiling grimly back. At the armory, he too keeps watching, just outside the door. No good if they all get trapped within. Anyone finds anything useful, they're welcome to it. He'll stick with the bayonet. Though the sounds of joy the flamethrowers encourage does ease his mind a bit as to the disposal of these and the other bodies. "Just have a care where you light up. Still lots of things that could go boom they get too hot, yeah?" As the doors begin to close, he starts for the armory, taking point as Dickie encourages the others to bolt. Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:31 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Command Centre Access Laden with new arsenal, the team begins a hasty withdraw from the armoury as the blast doors steadily descend; though slow, the last few of the group have to duck their heads past the first of the two blast doors once they past. Boots pounding a serenade around the concrete floor of the corridor, Sgt. Barton-Morewood and his compatriots move for the corner at the end of the passage towards the egress to the docks. Overhead, the darkened grate looms with ductwork beyond, strange slithering and scrabbling noises thumping, echoing and shuddering among the creaky byways in the ceiling. As the first of the team reaches the end of the hall, finding the second blast door ahead--lowered by a third already and steadily humming along--a loud BANG sounds as the sheets of metal lining the wall quake with an impact from the other side. BANG! BANG! BANG! The panelling rattles and shakes, bludgeoned outward as it warps, rivets popping a centimeter free in places. From above, an unidentified liquid trickles down from the ductwork and splatters over Ronnie's shoulder. The lights flicker as a buzzing tone sounds. BANG! BANG! BANG! the sheets rattle as bulbous imprints hammer free from their surface--something quite large working to force its way through the very wall. Yulia, Bradley and Harry are the first three to the docks--followed by Grace, Ted and Irakliy; Izoldah and Sebastian round the corner with Ronnie as BANG! BANG! CRASH! a seam between panels ruptures, bursting partway open as a slimy tendril lashes out in a blind, groping sweep--nearly catching Sebastian by the leg before the academic manages to scramble out of the way in time. Ducking quickly under the door, Sebastian emerges on the docks--while the rapid CRACK CRACK! of Ronnie's rifle blows apart the base of the exposed tendril, severing it as the larger mass withdraws behind it with an unearthly howl. Lashing and twisting about, the severed limb writhes on the floor as Victoire rounds the corner. The blast door separating the command centre from the docks has lowered halfway now. Flailing and writhing, even severed, the tendril begins to sweep after Victoire--before a rifle CRACKS! as Izoldah delivers a decisive shot, blowing apart the center of the thing's mass--and clearing the way for the woman in its wake. As Dicky follows up the rear behind Victoire, a great thudding can be heard overhead--before a glance over his shoulder to the ductwork at his back spies a horrific visage leering back at him: at least six distinctive faces of men in anguish, agony, anger and confusion--fused about the grisly muzzle of a warped German shepherd, rivulets of drool trailing from gnarled jaws. Lights flicker, creating a strobe effect of the thing's twitchy movements. Several arms begin to foist the great mass squeezed in the ductwork free, pursuing the pilot. Sgt. Barton-Morewood was in grave danger. Wheeling on the creature, Dicky's rattled burst of Sten fire peppers the vicinity but doesn't slow it; the charnel amalgamation swipes viciously at the man, tearing a ragged path through his uniform--but Sgt. Barton-Morewood manages to muster away to narrowly avoid the barbed bone puncturing flesh beneath, extricating himself with haste. As Dicky rounds the corner to reach Victoire, the monster can be heard fast on his heels. Victoire, ducking back whence Dicky came, spies the great mass of fused and warped corpses sloughing free of the duct--and continuing to emerge, enormous. Unphazed in her already retreated mental state, the woman fires her shotgun into the great mass--sending it reeling momentarily as it looses another gurgling sound; an opportunity to depart, however slim, presents itself. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks Buzzing sounds again; the blast door's descent is steady and inexorable. Izoldah's shot rings out, while a great ruckus can be heard in the thundering and thudding of the space over the command centre. Terrible sounds emanate from the ductwork, another grate to such evident over the power station's access bulkhead. The lights flicker as the power fluctuates once more. Another clattering can be heard from the northern end of the docks. After an alphabetical lottery saw Sebastian the 'lucky winner', he managed to succeed at an Agility test to avoid Franz grabbing him thankfully. Shooting double-tap on Ronnie's behalf exploded damage to sever the tendril entirely. Victoire, Ronnie and Dicky are still in the corridor. Dicky is due a Horror (-2) test and is in imminent danger. Franz and Dicky are around the corner, and not currently visible to anyone who emerged safely on the docks. Dicky can attempt to fire upon Franz, but will assuredly be in range of retaliation if he does not manage to at least Shaken it. Victoire and Ronnie can presently escape the corridor without incident, other than noting that the tendril is going to attempt to grab Victoire in passing as it flails about (it will make a Fighting attack.) Or, rather, it would have--if Izoldah didn't beat Franz on initiative and hit the deck for a successful Shooting (by the skin of Shogeton's teeth!) for an excellent damage roll of 18. It is currently only practical for Victoire or Ronnie to intervene on Dicky's behalf if they so choose--anyone else who re-enters the corridor is assured that they will be unlikely to exit again before the blast door fully shuts. If Victoire or Ronnie elect to engage Franz, they will also need to make the Horror (-2) check upon seeing its current form. At the current height of the blast door, it will lower enough that someone can only crawl beneath it in two rounds. It is about 20 feet from the door to the corner, and Dicky is five around the other side. Edit: Raptor resolved post-update, Dicky attempted to fire on Franz but didn't connect, Franz got a free swing at him when he moved away, hit + dealt enough for one wound, Dicky used a benny and successfully soaked the wound, thus also avoiding being shaken, and is free to move. Dicky's movement this round puts him around the corner with Victoire. 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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 1 benny left He remains behind to make sure the others get clear of the closing doors, but he soon wishes he hadn't. Looking over his shoulder he sees the living nightmare once more, groping and straining to work itself free. A cold terror attempts to take hold of him again as he sees those twisted faces, but adrenaline helps him keep it at bay for now. He let's loose a wordless shout and swings the Sten around to fire on the creature, pressing down hard on the trigger. A three shot burst is loosed, but three shots miss in his haste and panic. When the horror makes an attack of it's own, only instincts keep him unharmed as he dodges within a split-second as the barbed bone rips through the sleeve of his uniform. Not liking his chances all alone here with the others already having turned the corner, he spins around and legs it as fast as he can away from the creature. Upon turning the corner, he shouts at Victoire and Ronnie as he runs; "It's behind me! Go! Go!" He sees the door lowering up ahead and thinks of nothing else than getting under it before he's trapped with the living nightmare.
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Command Centre Access Sgt. Barton-Morewood and Victoire make their hasty exodus, covered by S/Sgt. Thomas in their wake; as the commando begins to withdraw in kind, there is a sharp CRACK! audible behind him--well-exercised reflexes snapping into action as Ronnie ducks his head a fraction of a second before a long whip of serrated bone slices over top of his position, gouging the sheet metal before him. Shaken, but uninjured, Ronnie is able to bolt for the lowering blast door to duck and roll beneath it--that surging monstrosity behind him. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks With Ronnie through, the blast door is nearly shut--but gazing upon the horror beyond, it has clearly... changed, since it was encountered in the power station. Seconds to go before the way is barred, the team can hear it approaching--and some, see its surging, writhing bulk. Bellied down, Harry is the first to fire on the thing when it come sinto view, adrenaline bristling as the big man fires his rifle--landing a round that bursts one of the faces fused to the thing, splattering gore across the back of its bulky mass. As Izoldah lays eyes on the thing her senses seize--frozen in place as she finds herself unable to pull the trigger, those many eyes gazing back at her from beyond. Presumed Ronnie's spur of the moment actions due to FractionJackson being a it indisposed; Ronnie succeeded his Horror (-2) test, but drew slower than Franz in initiative. I presumed that Ronnie would have otherwise spent the first round making sure Victoire and Dicky make it out. Franz recovered from being shaken by Victoire's shotgun blast. Franz swung on Ronnie, hit, but rolled terribly on damage (Which for Franz, was still 9) and left Ronnie Shaken, but not Wounded. Since you can still move while Shaken, Ronnie was able to bolt from the corridor and clear the way. Anyone who wants to take pot shots at Franz and is freshly witness to its 'improved' state will also need a fresh Horror (-2) test the first time they lay eyes on it. The blast door will be low enough to require being prone at the end of this round, and closed at the end of next round. Izoldah failed the Horror test and became Frozen in Fear: She is Shaken, and gained 2 -> 4 Dementia due to doubting thomas. Izoldah is at 6 Dementia against 7 Sanity--razor's edge there! Resolving Harry prone on the other side of the blast door, working his rifle. No snap fire penalty since he hasn't been moving, he made the Horror test and landed a decent hit--which then dealt excellent damage. Franz Shaken + one wound. Neglected to mention earlier, but Harry recovered from the Fatigue dealing with Hanz. Remaining initiative order doesn't particularly matter for resolution order; Franz has gone for this round.
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Ronnie He'd been one of the last ones still in the corridor, and it had been a near thing. As much fire as he and the others had poured into the monstrous creature, it was still coming, and faster than anything that size had a right to be. Ronnie had been stunned by how much bigger than the other one it was - so much so that the drat thing nearly took his head clean off with its bone whip. Having just barely ducked in time, it was all he could do at that point to dive under the door and get the hell out of there before the door left him in there with it. Rolling underneath the door before he runs out of room, S/Sgt. Thomas lets out a very loud "gently caress!" as he eventually settles prone on his stomach,. His rifle is still in hand, but he is wide-eyed and breathing heavily, at once happy to still be breathing and needing a moment to get his bearings again.
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks Steadily descending, the blast door narrows its gap--but the monstrous creature surges swiftly toward it with a terrifying furor. Sebastian and Bradley both fire upon the thing, munitions peppered against its fleshy form--the crack, snap and pop of gunfire ringing out, some shots landing true--others sailing into concrete or steel. Bellied down, individuals are left to face the thing head on; drawing back, Harry brandishes a hand grenade, pulls the pin and sweeps to toss it underneath the door... ...before the grenade bounces mid-roll, ricocheting sharply back from the blast door itself before sailing over and among the group. With the detonation, as bodies scramble to get clear amid shouts, Victoire, Sebastian, Ronnie and Dicky are caught in the periphery of the detonation. Bradley hits, but rattles off a measly 6 damage even with a raise; Franz don't care. Sebastian hits, dealing better damage--but failing to overcome the big amalgam's Toughness just the same. Next round, everyone beat Franz on initiative save for Ted and Grace. You must be prone to fire at this point with how low the blast door has gotten. Harry tossed a grenade, failed the roll, random deviation bounced it right back towards the party; since we're abstracting without a grid here right now, Savage Worlds calls for a random number of group targets hit per size of the template; Harry rolled 4 total on 2d4 and alphabetical lottery determined our four 'lucky winners'. The good news is, the grenade 'only' dealt 12 damage--which is not pleasant, but not the end of the world. It -is- enough to both hit and raise the toughness of anyone in the group though, which means Shaken + one Wound. If you were prone, you have +2 armor vs. the 12 damage; if you weren't prone, you can make an Agility test of 4 to drop prone in time to receive this benefit (this would specifically benefit anyone with 7 or 8 toughness, since then it would only Shaken them, instead of Wound them.) Any of the four (Ronnie, Sebastian, Dicky, Victoire) can spend a benny and attempt to soak the wound--which is a Vigor test, minus any current ongoing penalties, attempting a target number of 4. Success means avoiding the wound and Shaken condition both. The rest of you are free to fire. Even Ted and Grace can tee up actions they'd like to take. As a reminder, Franz is so big that you are +2 to shoot it. GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 07:18 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Harry He wants this over. Bullets aren't hurting it. Flamethrower in these close quarters could start a fire that would suffocate them all or trap them in a metal chimney or burn everything they'd found so far. Something digs into his hip. Grenade. Better than fire, at this juncture. Right? He squirms, releases the catch from his belt, yanks the pin with his teeth and rolls it towards the door, spitting and yelling, "Fire in H-" And then the twice-damned thing bounces and right back towards them. He swore he just tried to roll it... "FIRE IN THE HOLE! FIRE IN THE HOLE TAKE COVER!" He squirms around, attempting to dive away from the clattering pineapple as it goes off, arms covering his head. Oracle fucked around with this message at 07:31 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:1, D 3/6, S 6/7 She sees the grenade arc towards the door frame. And then bounce back. The horror of the sight briefly pulls her out of whatever torpor she was in. "What ze gently caress?!" she yells as she turns away her head and raises her arm to shield it. "Who is ze idio..." The grenade goes off and even though she's at the periphery hot shrapnel burrow into her raised left arm. She cries out in pain. Not a deadly wound but she should take a look at it. Not this close to the enemy though, she can't stay here for now. Victoire stands up and dashes for cover. Roll to unshake 4-1 wound = 3 Sprint roll : 6, total pace 14
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy curses as the grenade explodes. He gesticulates wildly at the big Maori. "HARRY!" He gestures over at the frozen Izoldah. "PICK UP BACKPACK! POINT THROWER AT MONSTER! BURN THE SVOLOCH!"
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Oct 11, 2016 07:42
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Sgt. Willis It always amused Ted, in a vaguely distant kind of way, how invariably Murphy's Law controlled military operations. Anything that could go wrong did, and if there was a hole in your obsessive pre-mission planning and preparation, the universe would find that hole and shoot you through it. It was rather a surprise that the Nazis had made undead fused abominations, sure, but that there was a surprise wasn't a surprise. Only the specifics. Ted's keeping his head quite a bit more readily than some of the others. Couldn't blame anyone for freaking out. Maybe they'd had a good war. For a few seconds, he considers rolling a grenade under the door, but Harry's got the same idea as he did. Went wrong. Of course it did. That's why Ted was standing well out of the frag radius when it blew up. Had to expect the universe to gently caress you over. Still, it argued against him trying the same thing twice, if just so his teammates didn't freak out. His Sten wasn't particularly useful, but it was too close-quarters for high explosives and he didn't have anything better. Taking it out, he aims at the gap, letting the monster get a little bit more exposed and shoe him some areas he could probably call vulnerable before he added to the general clamor. All of this the dour engineer did without any comment. Aiming
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Oct 11, 2016 11:53
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Grace "It's not—ah!" she starts to answer Yulia before Harry's warning reaches her ears. Grace dives forward to take cover! It's then she sees its new faces and corpus through the dark. Her heart skips a beat as she finally squeezes the trigger! Dropping prone and shooting; StG-44 d4 (2d8-1 24/48/96, RoF 3, Shots 30, Minimum Strength d6, AP 2, Auto.) Horror (-2) check: * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-2) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 4 2 ) Results: 4 Shooting: * AchtungBot rolled a (1d4+2) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 5 7 ) Results: 7 StG-44 (AP 2) damage: * AchtungBot rolled a (2d8-1) for Razeam and got ( 4 1 ) Total: 4
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Oct 11, 2016 13:52
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 1 benny left He nods to Kuznetsov, quickly dropping his Sten and strapping on the flamethrower with the Russian's assistance. "How does-" he begins in a rush, but then Harry's yells cut him off. Realising he is carrying something that would be very bad around an explosion, he quickly dives down the corridor as he sees the grenade bounce his way. He hits the ground as the same time as the explosion, a sharp ringing filling his ears. He opens his eyes having shut them during the blast and checks himself and the flamethrower over, breathing a large sigh of relief through ragged breaths as he finds no wounds or damage done to either. He gets back on his feet with very shaky legs and readies the German weapon in his hands. <A_Velociraptor> !wild d8 * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 9 15 ) Results: 15 #Aced the agility roll and escaped any wound, but now Shaken.#
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy cinches the straps, clasping a hand on the thrower itself. He has to raise his voice to speak over the sudden din. "Works like gun! Keep at waist height! Point at enemy, squeeze trigger!" He taps the trigger guard, keeping his fingers well away from the trigger itself. "Squeeze, not hold--is hungry weapon! Will kick like gun too, be ready! Mixture is tar and petrol, will stick and burn, so aim CAREFULLY!" Explanation finished, Irakliy slides back down to something resembling a kneel, picking up the MP-40 that Dicky had grabbed in the scramble. Hefting the lightweight German SMG, he brings it to bear and tries to will his hands to stop shaking. Taking aim.
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Oct 11, 2016 16:04
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks Shrapnel zips about as the fragementation grenade detonates, managing to catch several present--while Dicky hauls himself bodily with a surge of adrenaline, diving clear of the brunt of the blast. Gathering himself up to his feet once more, a great BANG! resounds from the lowering blast door as the monstrosity collides its bulk against it from the other side--before a tendril lashes out from below, raking across Harry with alarming reach. Thrashing, flailing, the horror looses an unearthly cacophony of moans and gasps--a muscular tendril lashing in a sweep to graze over top of Ronnie then before drawing back. Underneath the door, now a mere foot from the ground, Irakliy can see those faces gazing back at him. The lights flicker off and on, hearts pounding and heads spinning as gunfire rattles and crackles across the southern docks. Everyone gets a shiny new Benny. Ronnie made an Agility test automatically on FractionJackson's behalf and succeeded, hitting the deck; this gave him +2 armor versus the grenade detonation, pushing him to 10 vs. 12 damage, resulting in Ronnie being Shaken but not wounded. Dicky managed to avoid a rube-goldbergian sequence by an impressive Agility roll with two raises since the dice seem to like A_Velociraptor. Irakliy made his Horror (-2) test and failed, but only got the Shaken result with a follow-up determining he gained 1 Dementia. Franz went, utilizing its handsome Reach to take a swipe out--this time taking a swing at Harry with the luck of the draw. Franz hit with a raise, dealt a total of 21 damage. Spending his new benny before the update even hit, Harry soaked two of the three wounds, resulting in being Shaken with one Wound. Top of the round, Franz went first, swiped at Ronnie and hit with a raise; only 9 damage, but as Ronnie is Shaken still, that will translate into a wound. It's up to FractionJackson if he'd like to spend a benny to preemptively drop Shaken (so he just becomes Shaken again) or takes the hit and spends a Benny to soak (if he's successful at the soak, he will also drop Shaken as an added bonus.) Since this is only one wound and not going to change the outcome otherwise, I'm leaving that up to FJ this time. With the door lowered as much as it is, Franz has Heavy (-4) cover vs. standing targets and Medium (-2) cover vs. prone targets. Franz AC, Dicky KD, Sebastian QS, Izoldah QC, Ted JS, Ronnie 10D, Victoire 9H, Irakliy 6S, Grace 5C, Yulia 2S, Bradley 2D, Harry 2C
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Oct 11, 2016 17:03
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 2 bennies left Recovering from his dive from the wayward grenade, the pilot grits his teeth and steadies his legs to keep the shakes at bay. He nods as Kuznetsov shouts at him over the ringing in his ears. "Point and shoot! Got it!" he yells back, wasting no time in walking up to the blast door to join those still firing on the creature. "Keep back!" He aims the nozzle to the gap in the blast door and squeezes the trigger just like the Russian advised. Time to give this sod a light. Flames spray forth and he grins menacingly as he pours it toward the monster. <A_Velociraptor> !wild d6 * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 14 3 ) Results: 14 #Successful shooting roll# <A_Velociraptor> !sw 2d10 * AchtungBot rolled a (2d10) for A_Velociraptor and got ( 4 7 ) Total: 11 #Damage roll#
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Izoldah Rostov 3 bennies left "Just a hallucination, just a hallucination." Izoldah was absolutely frozen, in a fugue like state as she just stared in nothing, the gun still held ready to fire. It was the explosion of the grenade that jolted her out of her paralasys. As the flamethrower she carried was handled, she once again looked through the gun and fired a shot, hitting in that massive mass of flesh without too much success. She woudln't move as long as the flamethrower she carried was ahndled. She sure hoped the heavy door would hold the figment of her imagination. Hahah... holding the figment of her imagination. That was funny. She couldn't help to let out a slightly hysterical sounding chuckle. Unshaking: <Shogeton> !wild d6 * AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 5 4 ) Results: 5 Shooting:: <Shogeton> !wild d4 * AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 2 4 ) Results: 4 Damage: <Shogeton> !sw 2d8+1 * AchtungBot rolled a (2d8+1) for Shogeton and got ( 4 3 ) Total: 8
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Harry Everything seems to move in slow motion. Too slow. The grenade goes off. He watches the mustachioed Englishman make a frankly amazing dive to avoid the damage. Ronnie seems shaken but otherwise unharmed. Victoire catches some shrapnel in the arm and runs. The others seem alright, at least. There's a ringing in his ears. Irakliy shouts something about the flamethrower on Isoldah. He raises his head cautiously and looks in her direction. She's frozen, lying motionless, staring at the slowly lowering door, from which he can still see a bit of the spawn of Punga and Whiro on the other side. Then a pain in his leg as a tentacle lashes out further than such thing has any right to reach, and he grimaces as it lays open pantleg and flesh in its wake. One bad roll. He'd seen it over and over again, in Italy, in Egypt, in the islands. One bad hand, one stroke of bad luck, and the whole universe seemed to move in bulk against you. Whether or not you stepped on a twig or missed seeing a tripwire, some small mistake, some bad bounce, and it was the difference between bullshitting around the fire that night with your mates or having your head cut off by a Japanese sword at dawn. Well, not today. Not him. Not this way. He was still standing. Well, lying. Then get up. Die on your feet. He rises, stumbling, and scuttles over to where Izoldah lies, just landing next to her without ceremony, hands grasping for the trigger as he struggles to point it at the space beneath the lower door and pull the trigger. (10:37:00 AM) Oracle: !wild d6-3 (10:37:00 AM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d6-3) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 0 -1 ) Results: 0 The fire sprays in time with Dicky's blast, flickering under the door and causing wild shadows to play about.
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy stares down the top of the MP-40, sighting in on the dog's head. He's pretty sure it's a dog's head. He becomes pretty sure it's staring at him... that they're all staring at him... V. tired, will amend later to be better. Failed the horror roll but just took one dementia and got shook, which was promptly undone. He blinks hard a few times. Focus. If it gets inside your mind you are done. He squeezes the trigger, and the shot goes true--but unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have done anything, lodging in a particularly hefty bend of muscle. No damage sadly. C'est la.
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, B:2, D 3/6, S 5/7, W 3/4 First rule as a medic is to not die. Victoire ducks behind a loading crane and pulls out a small syringette of morphine. She jabs herself into the shoulder, this should take some edge of the shrapnel wound soon. She hears the fight continue in the background. Come on, you're not just going to sit here Vic, are you? She sighs and dashes back towards the door. This time she takes care to stay as far away as she can while remaining in a good range for her shotgun. She drops prone and blasts away. Unshook First shooting 5 Damage 19 Fathis Munk fucked around with this message at 18:20 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Ronnie He's already halfway to the ground before the grenade takes its unfortunate bounce. He grimaces and his the deck, shrapnel spraying around him and the others, but somehow he manages to avoid any hurts worth mentioning. "drat it," Ronnie growls. "Careful with those! We could blow this whole place up with it!" Then the thing lashes out at him again, the whip of flesh and bone once again very nearly scarring the S/Sgt. for life - luck and a well-timed half-roll save him yet again, but something in Ronnie's mind tells him that letting this thing stick around too much longer gives it too much of an opportunity to do something that he or someone else might not recover from. Besides, it's Nazis, he thinks to himself as he reaches for an ammo pouch. Gotta finish 'em. If they had lived, they'd have had to live being Nazis, anyway. And now, with them like this, you are one hundred percent doing them a favor by ending them. He slams a new clip into the M1, and, becoming rapidly more offended by Franz's attempts to take his head off, squeezes off two barely-aimed shots under the door, in all possible haste... [10:07] <FractionJackson> !wild d8 [10:07] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 14 5 ) Results: 14 [10:14] <FractionJackson> !wild d8-3 [10:14] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-3) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 1 1 ) Results: 1 GM addendum from IRC that it should not have been 1d8-3, so: [10:22] <FractionJackson> !sw 2d8+1 [10:22] * AchtungBot rolled a (2d8+1) for FractionJackson and got ( 6 6 ) Total: 13 Fraction Jackson fucked around with this message at 18:22 on Oct 11, 2016 |
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks Cracking, rattling pops sound off as the strike team pours munitions under the blast door's descent; Izoldah fires a round from her rifle she is certain landed among that tortured charnel mass, even as Irakliy landed another round. A burst from Bradley's Sten gun joins the cavalcade of gunfire, along with revolvers still reporting; squaring off to either fore of the group, Sgt. Barton-Morewood and LCpl Manahi let loose streams of flames, lighting up the southern docks as those tarry sprays spread beneath the blast door to bathe the corridor beyond in fire. Horrible wailing sounds out as the creature roils with the assault. Spying an opening, Sgt. Willis snaps a shot off he's certain penetrates deeply among those myriad fused faces. Having rallied from the gantries, Victoire rushes back to belly down and fires her shotgun beneath the door, buckshot scattering to clip the lip of the heavy barrier before peppering a spray among the meat of the monster beyond. Machinery whirring, the door lowers further still--and lapped by flames, the behemoth horror begins to withdraw. Sighting down his rifle, S/Sgt. Thomas braces and fires a double-tap which bursts open the centre of the creature's conjoined skulls in a blossom of bone fragments and gore. From beyond the precipice of the blast door, all present can hear a guttural wheeze in chorus before a pulpy gurgle churns, a great meaty slap heard as its bulk collapses into the spreading flames, which smoke as they swiftly rise to begin consuming the thing. The blast door slides shut with a heavy CLACK, machinery growing still. For a moment, there is a tense peace as wide eyes observe and pulses race. No further bounding or thudding emanates from the ventilation ducts. Again, the lights flicker as the diesel generator struggles to maintain power. A buzzer sounds; faint wafts of smoke escape the ventilation duct over the bulkhead to the power station. Sebastian belatedly soaked his wound successfully, and also shed Shaken in the process. Izoldah fired and hit Franz, but only rolled 8 damage, which is insufficient to wound Franz at its current beefy stature. Irakliy fired a burst and hit with a raise, but the damage failed to stick. Presumed that Bradley fired, but missed & busted. Ronnie rolled to soak the wound from Franz and was successful. Harry and Dicky moved in to use two flamethrowers, with Harry taking the nozzle from Izoldah's vicinity and taking a multi-action penalty. Harry's blast was not particularly successful (net result 0 for the target Franz needed to avoid it.) Dicky's fire was much more impressive though, with a target of 14 to avoid the area attack. Franz did not avoid the attack from Dicky, which dealt 11 damage, resulting in being Shaken. Presumed that Ted took the opportunity to fire, aim canceling out cover bonus; damage was solid on hit with a raise. Ted dealt damage sufficient to Shaken Franz, who was already Shaken--so it rolls over to a Wound. Franz gets to 2 Wounds. Victoire fired, hit with her shotgun, damaged for enough to potentially seal the deal on Franz; Franz spent a GM Benny to soak, then a second GM Benny with half-success to soak one of the two wounds. One GM Benny remains, Franz is Shaken at 3 Wounds in the end. Ronnie had to reload last round; fires with his double tap, scoring a hit with enough damage to stick. Franz spent the last GM Benny... failed to soak, reaching 4 Wounds and finally being taken out. As the blast door closes, the corridor beyond is seen on fire--Franz's remnants roasting along the way. Well done, gang. We are out of initiative.
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