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Sgt. Willis Again he shoots. doesn't do much. Maybe aiming did a bit more than just spraying bullets in, Ted didn't know. Others were wounded. He wasn't. He'd just gone along quietly about his business in a professoinal manner in the background. Maybe he hadn't done anything too heroic, but he also hadn't really missed any of the shots he'd taken and he didn't seem to be too badly affected by whatever was going on. "They were Nazis," he offers. "And they are still trying to kill us. The other questions, they don't matter." Safing his submachinegun, he takes another drink from his canteen, eying the vents with some irritation. Hell. Just when they were getting a handle on things. He doesn't quite know if he wants to put the fire out or let the motherfucker burn. He could be persuaded either way, really.
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Yulia Slowly emerging from her cover, she stands on uncertain legs, putting her unused weapon away where it can't harm anyone. The doctor's eyes roam from person to person, still trying to contextualize the monstrosity they'd fought, until Ronnie mentions the fire. Her eyes widen, "The fire." Dimly, Yulia recalls that there was actually a mission - a point to all this. "The vault was mostly looted, I packed away the documents we found... The map from the communications center - I was writing..." She casts a look towards the blast doors, fishing the journal out of her satchel, "This may be our last chance." Our last chance to collect something that someone will believe. They'll all think we're crazy, right? She looks to the American, then Barton-Morewood, "If we cannot stop the fire, I would like permission to begin salvage."
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Ronnie He smirks ever so slightly. "To be honest, it was a bit awkward calling you that," Ronnie says, then looks over at Irakliy. "Bet it was weirder for you too. But, you know, you get used to playing by the rules." He shrugs, looks off towards the power station for a moment. The command situation could've ended up a lot more chaotic than it had been, but now it was just picking up the pieces, anyway, and getting out. Hopefully the rest of the place was clear. To Yulia, he says, "Even if we can't stop it, we'll probably have good time to clear the sub, double-check the vault, then clear the barracks - it's close to the entrance, anyway. I'm sure you all can figure out what needs brought with us." Ronnie pauses, then adds, gesturing at Grace, who seemed to have the same question, "And to figure out what the living hell made that poo poo happen, because someone's got to and that poo poo's way beyond my pay grade." He looks at the eternally stoic Sgt. Willis, gestures in the direction of the power station, and says, "Let's make sure the drat lights don't go out, yeah?"
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Sgt. Willis After a blank look from Ted, he adds, "If the fire gets to it, I sure as hell can't save it." Despite that dour warning, he indeed begins going towards the power room.
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Harry He moves to the firefighting equipment, partially hidden by some of the crates where Victoire has set up her makeshift first aid station, limping slightly as he shoulders his rifle and patting Izoldah on the shoulder as he passes. "Good. Keep look out while I start this." "Here." He yanks the hose off the reel with one smooth motion, walking towards the submarine pit and lowering the end with the suction into it, then moves back to the diesel motor and starts yanking on the ripcord. "That," he grunts, as it coughs, sputters, then dies. "Was ngā aitanga," he yanks again, "a Punga," it sputters longer, dies again. He adjusts the choke. "rāua Whiro." Another yank and the diesel engine finally sputters to life, then settles into a mostly regular hum. He grabs the end of the hose and limps on over to the closed blast door. "I think it has cooked enough, yeah? Should be done by now. We can finish the burn after we're done with this place."
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, W 4/4, B 2, D 3/6, S 5/7 While she is tending to her wounds she raises her eyes from time to time, gazing disinterestedly at her companions. Putting out the fire seemed like a good idea she guessed. When she sees Irakliy slump down against a wall she calls out to him. "Ira, come over 'ere. I will do you once I'm finished with myself." She returns her attention to her wounded left arm.
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy chuckles softly. "I thought it would be end of me, on first hit. Felt like getting hit by truck made of NNGH!" He grits his teeth as the wound is tended to, pulling off what's left of his combat webbing and biting down into the leather. Once she's done, he clambers back to his feet. His torso feels like it's been manhandled by a stamping machine, his webbing is shot, his Sten is gone, and there's no alcohol left. But he's alive. He claps Victoire on the shoulder. "Spasibo, comrade. I think I can keep going for a while longer now." Provided I don't get loving hit again, he thinks. He walks over to the fire zone, where the blaze appears to have finally been put under control, and grabs Izoldah's and Dicky's attention. "Commander! With your permission, I would go with Comrade Rostov to search for our missing serzhant." Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 09:59 on Oct 12, 2016 |
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Sgt. Willis On entering the power station, he simply looks at the equipment for a silent two minutes, eyes roving over the mass of machinery and mentally cataloguing both the damage he could see and the likely damage that he couldn't. After finishing, "I believe I remember the German on the dials. Doctor, if you could, go back to the workshop and get me the tools that-" pausing, he describes the things he thinks he'll need. He starts working even before the good doctor returns, since there were some things that didn't need any special extra hardware for him to fix. "The German tried to sabotage this," he says, getting things exactly wrong but with little likelihood of ever knowing it. "They still have wits. Not much, or he could have done a better job." That is is sole comment as he works, until after a while he stands up and starts walking unhurriedly to the door. Once getting there, he says, "At least two hours. Maybe twice that. To do more would take a full teardown and rebuild, and I am not sure that would help. It's stable. Might last to midday at least." Ted keeps walking, intending to go report their new timeline and see what progress was being made with firefighting since that could easily invalidate his work here. 06:40 Mukaikubo !wild d8 06:40 AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Mukaikubo and got ( 14 4 ) Results: 14 We got four hours.
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 2 bennies left He shouts a "Good luck." at Ronnie, Yulia and Ted as they go to check out the Power Room. He can only pray the creature didn't do any damage in there that will seriously hinder their mission. When Harry locates the fire equipment, he helps the man haul the hose to the blast door and has to scrunch up his nose and breath through his mouth when the door opens to let forth the foul stench of the roasting monster's carcass. He curse under his breath as the door rises only a few inches before it splutters and dies. "Christ... Well at least we can get the hose under." Lending a hand with cleaning up his own mess, he shoves the hose in through the gap and start spraying water with the hope that it at least puts out the worst of the flames. When Kuznetsov grabs his attention, he turns slightly to regard the man while still keeping a hold on the hose. "I couldn't agree more. Leave no man behind. For all we know he might have tried to flee the base and return to the boats. Good luck in your search. If you see or hear any sign of these...monsters still lurking around, call, shout or shoot and we'll come running."
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - South Docks After a few minutes of operating the hose with no shortage of steam unfurling from beneath the blast door, the flames seem to have been quenched--though the lingering heat is still notable. Whatever twisty remains of the creature lay charred in the concrete corridor are left with a terrible smell--but bellying down to take a look beneath the door, no apparent movement stirs. Once the way is cleared, with a bit of bravado and a squeeze, passage beneath the blast door is achievable, opening the way to the command centre and map room once more. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Command Centre Access Without the horror shambling on the move, it is clear now that its particular mass must have been comprised of at least seven adult humans--along with other, less readily discernible biomass. Once he has navigated his way past the gruesome remains, Sgt. Barton-Morewood reaches the map room and finds to some relief that the broader map is still largely intact. There is some smoke damage, but with a bit of effort the man is able to retrieve the pertinent span of the map. Afterward, fairly certain there is nothing else of value to be cleaned from this wing of the base, Dicky returns to the southern docks. With power relatively stabilized and the fire suppressed, the team is left with fairly open access to the rest of the facility. The rest of the personnel wing of the base remains to be explored, along with the stores, magazine, scuttled sub and remainder of the vault. To this end, you're essentially on your final sweep for the base--there are simply things that may or may not be missed, so it's down to your approach for scouring the rest of Hoffmann Station--and whether or not you can defeat Dimitry with his newfound cosmic power. Dicky succeeded at a Nausea test from the gruesome remains of Franz.
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy nods. "Right." He turns around, hefting his Sten. "Izoldah, Harry, with me. We shall sweep first areas north of the docks and then submarine. Room by room. We have managed to not lose anyone thus far; watch each others' backs." He points, then sets off. "And maybe we can use flamethrower to burn source of stink. I have had quite enough of vegetable smell." Plan for this group is to scour the barracks wing, then the stores. Saving the submarine for last. Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 20:43 on Oct 12, 2016 |
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Ronnie Standing guard while Ted goes to work, Ronnie is mostly quiet until the Sgt. gives his diagnosis. For some reason, it struck Ronnie that Ted always seems to be answering questions before they're asked. Helpful, but also a touch uncanny. But then, if that's the most unsettling thing for the rest of the mission, Ronnie is okay with that. He nods in acknowledgement, though he doesn't seem thrilled with the news. Grimacing, he looks back and forth between Ted and Yulia for a moment, then says, "Well, if that's what we got, that's what we got. Better be sure we're out before then." Pausing in thought for a moment, he remembers the storm outside. "Better hope everything eased up topside, too." With that perhaps obvious observation, S/Sgt. Thomas gets himself moving back towards the command center as well to see what's what.
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 2 bennies left After working the hose for some time and most of the smoke clears, he turns off the hose and drops it unceremoniously to the ground. "Right, give me a second, chaps." Unburdening himself of the flamethrower temporarily, he then drops to his stomach and grits his teeth as he struggles through the small gap. He steels himself further as he wiggles past the charred, sickly-smelling remains of the monster, praying inwardly that it doesn't suddenly spring back to life and add his own face to it's horrid collection. He only regards the dead creature long enough to make sure it is most certainly dead before his stomach can't bear to look anymore. With a quick jog down the singed corridor, he retrieves the map from the Map Room with little hassle, even pocketing as many of the magnetic markers as he can find. With the map under his arm, he doubles back to the blast door before the thought of being here on his own makes him completely terrified. Back at the blast door, he slides the map out ahead of him before popping out again himself once more to rejoin the others. "Well, the fire's out and that monsters most assuredly dead so that's two less thing to worry about. Even got the map in tact to give back to the brass," he says with a pat of the map under his arm. He turns to Sebastian and unloads the map on the lad with a; "If you wouldn't mind, dear chap." as he then re-fixes the flamethrower tank onto his back and the nozzle in his hands. The worst of the wounded seem to have been attended to in good time, so nothing is left but to continue their sweep of the base. As Harry joins the Russians, he looks over at the Frenchwoman. "Miss Doucet, tag along with them too. I'd rather they were travelling with their doctor." He can't help but grin a little at that. To the Academics with him, he says as he frees a hand to pick up the Sten he previously dropped; "How about we give that Vault a good clear out?" A Velociraptor! fucked around with this message at 19:45 on Oct 12, 2016 |
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, W 4/4, B 2, D 3/6, S 7/7 Without a word she reloads her shotgun and joins the team to sweep the north western part of the base. She hopes the medical wing might still hold some files and that they were not destroyed during the evacuation like so much else.
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Grace After she more or less acts as cheerleader for the firefighting effort, Ms. Flynn absentmindedly nods at their commanding officer. She purses her lips and then muses, "Something must explain all this… the dead shouldn't come back so twisted."
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Ronnie Hustling back from the power station, Ronnie says flatly, "He says it'll only hold up a few more hours. So let's keep moving fast." To Dicky, he suggests, "Could help you double-check the vault again. Might want to clear some other areas with them in tow while Lt. Kuznetsov's team is working elsewhere, if we want to make sure we clear everything."
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 2 bennies left To Ronnie, he nods grimly. "Four hours, huh? We all better move like the devil's chasing us then." Which he thinks rather grimly, it already has. "Won't say no to the extra help, S.Sgt. Let's get a move on to the Vault then."
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Personnel Wing With tasks sorted and destinations mapped, the team separates to tackle their respective sections of Hoffmann Station, making due haste as the power station's click ticks down. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Operations Sweeping into the northwest quarters of the station, the first stop is the Operations room opposite the corridor to the main entrance of the base. Within, there are signs of having been dedicated to logistics and submarine operations--with smatterings of equipment and debris suggesting the presence of materials to such an effect. Irakliy is able to spy burnt fragments of order sheets and logbooks among the ash on the floor--though the destructive departure of the Germans have rendered most indecipherable. Still, the team is able to recover a number of partially complete materials which appear to be codified with cryptographic efforts--candidates for academic deciphering. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Medical Even from the doorway, it is clear that Hoffmann Station's pharmaceutical and medical facilities have been stripped bare during the apparent withdraw from the base. A few tables and chairs remain in the wardroom, mostly lying in a twisted pile at the western end of the room. Nothing else of value or interest is found after a prolonged search. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Officer's Mess Rounding the corner of the corridor, the sweep team enters the separate officer's mess hall; unlike the larger mess adjoined to the barracks, this room seems to have been cleaned and tidied during the departure process. While the air is a touch stale, the presence of rotted meats and vegetables--and their pungent aromas--are absent. Taking a few moments to search further, Izoldah makes the discovery of a prize pair of bottles packed away in one of the cupboards: two bottles of fine Cognac. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Commander's Quarters Opposite the officer mess, the sweep team enters what seems to have been the quarters of the Hoffmann Station's commanding officer. Though predominantly spartan and stripped of most of its furnishings, a search of the vicinity finds a stuck desk drawer--upon opening which, Izoldah finds a second discovery. Within, an SS dagger sits in a black leather sheath, accompanied by a small case with a monocle inside. As well, a copy of Signal magazine is found, its cover portraying the proud silhouette of a German officer gazing skyward as a sky filled with Luftwaffe craft flies by. Markings on the floor suggest the desk had been moved aside at various points, while dark brown stains carry a faint smell of copper on the air. Beyond this, nothing else is found here. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Officer's Quarters Proceeding further northward, the sweep team finally checks the last few rooms--four separate officer's quarters, it would seem. Though less sparse than the barracks accommodations had been, the facilities in these four rooms suggests a modicum of comfort and privacy for U-boat captains and other officers of the base. However, nothing beyond bedding and spartan furnishings seems to have been left behind in the wake of the base withdraw. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Stores Checking the stores on the northern side of the docks, the rooms have been fully emptied of supplies and cargo--occupied only by a series of steel-framed shelves now. Here, the Germans have been quite thorough. Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Magazine Behind heavy steel doors, the magazine boasts heavily reinforced concrete and steel chambers. Within, a considerable number of torpedoes are still in storage--even more than mere munitions supply; it would seem that the Germans may have purposefully stripped departing submarines of ordinance in order to increase their cargo capacity. A majority of the munitions still remaining appear to be G7e/T3 straight-running torpedoes--but three T4 Falke acoustic homing torpedoes have also been stowed. Additionally, the magazine rooms hold a considerable stockpile of 88mm high explosive shells suitable for the deck guns of submarine craft and other vessels. Beside one of the racks of 88mm shell boxes sits a Sten gun in the absence of ordinance. Sweeps and searches have been made throughout the northwest portion of the base, as well as the stores and magazine, consolidated for conciseness here.
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 SebastianReceived that map and tucked it away into his satchel .. He nodded to Dicky in agreement that the vault needed further exploration but he would stay back some. After getting touched by the monstrosity then having a grenade tossed at him he was a bit overwhelmed by any hint that there might be more combat. He was not a fighter. He did not have the constitution for it. There was a slight twinge in his eyes at being called chap around the rabble that were the common solders gathered about but nothing was said. Dicky was his superior at this moment in time so he would grin and bear it especially if it meant he could get back into the vault where there might be books or something of intrest
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Irakliy jabs a finger at the submarine as they pass, keeled over and with a hole blown in the side. "I doubt our comrade would have gone in there for shelter in panic. But besides such, submarine will be covered by other team while they search vault and north facilities." He frowns as they pass by. "I have never been inside submarine, but I doubt it will be spacious. I would rather wait until we can sweep as group." === To Irakliy's dismay, no trace of Dimitry is found in the operations wing. Much else is yielded, however--including the cognac, which brings a smile to Irakliy's face. "Hopefully the bastards haven't poisoned it, or something." He uncorks one of the bottles, and takes an appreciative sniff. "Ruining such a luxury would be a true crime." The commander's quarters sobers him up, rather, and he squats down, examining the stains and rubbing the marks on the floor. "These are bloodstains, or I have never seen any. The color and smell... but they are not as, well, messy as I would expect from what we have encountered here." He turns his attention to the desk. "This is peculiar. Why would commander go to trouble of moving his own desk, and repeatedly?" He eyeballs the desk, and raps it a few times, but no answers reveal themselves. He does chuckle mirthlessly at the finding of the monocle, however. "What next, riding crop?" Eventually, though, he sighs. Apart from their loot, the scraps of the cryptography, and possibly the issue of Signal, the operations wing appears to have been thoroughly sorted out. "Well. We should rendezvous at vault." Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 22:15 on Oct 12, 2016 |
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Yulia For most of the Quest for Comrade Dimitry, Yulia has been biting at the back end of a pencil, eyes down in a journal where she has been attempting to pick apart the cipher the Germans have employed for their submarine routes. She isn't make much progress but her brain appreciates a challenge that is familiar - cryptography is much preferable to... the melted Nazi-dog-faced beast she is trying not to think of. Periodically, she murmurs a brief 'da' to something Irakliy has said, without really mindering the soldier much. He says something about a rendezvous at the vault when she finally looks up from her notes. "Move his desk?" Scooting aside her boot, Dr. Khulanova looks down at the floor and tilts her head. Strange. "Comrade Sergeant, could you help me move this desk again? It could be educational. Or not. Humor me?" Yulia has read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and assorted parlor mysteries, she's keen to these sorts of mysteries, not sure if this is a time to roll a skill or not!
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