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Among Sebastian's gathered parcels of disparate reporting packets, there are references to having recovered ancient biological materials from deep beneath the sea, among the remote reaches of the Amazon and Siberia alike. Nachtwölfe scientists, having harvested and recovered a worrying breadth of working samples for such purposes, seem to have been performing modifications to tissues both living and deceased. In short, there are numerous portions of reports regarding the development of biological weapons and more--and while seemingly incomplete, there is substantive material for review under longer scrutiny. Bradley's searching turns up an assortment of incomplete packages of notes and documentation--but among his rummaging, he discovers a partly damaged copy of The Complete Works of Tacitus--surprisingly the English edition. Tucked into the recess of a leather satchel, Bradley also unearths a worn manuscript which appears to be written in old Tibetan. It is while Grace is sifting her way through a disastrous pile of crumpled and devastated detritus that she finds a particularly profound discovery: a small, locked attaché case wedged into a corner and half caved-in by a spear of broken shelving steel. With some assistance, Grace is able to retrieve the case after peeling it away from the tacky residue of a pool of dried blood. Once opened by force, within the case Grace discovers a bound manuscript packed together with a pair of aged tomes. Together, the team is able to identify the volumes as copies of the Pnakotic Manuscripts, Hronika Chernoboga and finally De Origine Et Situ Germanorum respectively upon inspection.  Triple stellar rolls from among team vault leads to all sorts of in-flight reading material being gathered for the academics of the crew. You've recovered a veritable treasure trove of tomes--which barring all else, leaves the academic team with an ample backfill of brainy arsenal with which to approach the quarrelsome quest of contending with the Mythos to be found down south. So! You've got Mythos Tomes to contend with moving forward, and a number of folks who may or may not want to hazard studying theme. Studying mythos tomes is a fairly involved process that predominantly tests your Smarts (if written in your native language) or your mastery of different languages. For these purposes, languages gleaned with Linguist are d6. I've noted the penalties to the rolls in parenthesis below and as usual, these tests are looking for 4 results. Getting raises can potentially expedite your studies, too. Busting (critical failures) may have negative consequences in some cases. Studying mythos tomes is the only way to gain ranks in Knowledge (Mythos), full stop; Knowledge (Mythos) is used much like Knowledge (Occult) but concerned with the truly eldritch and horrible terrors of time and space; it is also, functionally, the 'spell-casting' skill, should any of you be crazy enough to go digging into trying to learn magic. A given individual can only study one tome at a time, and a given tome can only be studied by one individual at a time. You'll have a bit of a time skip following the wrap-up of Hoffmann Station and Saxemberg Island, which you can anticipate to be about 4 weeks of breathing room. After that, just consider that generally speaking, one test is going to equate to one week of study ordinarily. I am liable to condense this a bit for pulp / cinematic purposes and so that you don't end up completely marooned from ever being able to finish your studies potentially, but know that trekking to and then across Antarctic is not exactly speedy either. That said, you're probably going to want to divide and conquer on these--and may want to put serious consideration into how much of your Sanity you're willing to put on the line. Sanity loss is permanent--the only way to ever increase your Sanity is by taking advances on your Spirit die, and even that eventually hits a cap. Your haul, respectively: Pnakotic Manuscripts Written in English, author unknown, dating back to 15th Century AD. Collectively a single bound manuscript, Bradley and the team recognize that some instances of these materials are purported to be housed in European and American collections. This particular copy seems to include excerpts from the original precursor volume--the actual Pnakotica--which are written in Greek. These materials are claimed by some to trace their origins to the pre-human crinoids who allegedly seeded life on Earth originally. Study: Predominantly requires English (-1) in the total equivalent of 10 tests, with one Greek (-2) test in the mix. Successful study of the Pnakotic Manuscripts conveys a rank of Knowledge (Mythos) with its accompanied Sanity loss, along with the potential to thereafter attempt to study the spell 'contact winged thing.' This is a beefy, beefy read and will take a good deal of time and effort to dig through. The Complete Works of Tacitus Written in English, by Moses Hadas (ed.), and based on the 1876 translation by Alfred Church and William Brodribb, pub. 1942. This is a copy of Random House’s Modern Library collection of Tacitus’ works, including the Germania. Other than offering an insight into how Himmler has distorted the Roman history of the Germanic tribes to suit his own purposes, there is little of an occult nature to be learnt from this version of the book. Study: English (+0) and a fairly light read (one test only); nothing to do with Mythos so much as Occult knowledge, studying this text conveys neither Knowledge (Mythos) nor Sanity loss. It could, however, potentially benefit the reader's Knowledge (Occult)--specifically by providing a special bonus Benny thereafter that the individual can use only for Knowledge (Occult) rolls. De Origine Et Situ Germanorum “Concerning the Origin and Situation of the Germanics”, written in Latin, by Gaius Cornelius Tacitus, pub. 98AD. You can probably glean why they also had a copy of The Complete Works of Tacitus on hand as well, yeah? This gimoire is predominantly cribbed from other works, including Pliny the Elder’s far more explicit and spell-laden Bella Germaniae (c.60-70AD). Here, however, Tacitus’ study of the Germanic tribes consists of forty-six very short “chapters” mostly concerned with the fairly standard minutiae of life in Northern Europe. However, this book also includes rather disturbing material on the nature of the tribes' religious practices. Study: Latin (-1) with a total of 4 successful tests needed to study the grimoire. Upon doing so, the reader gains one rank of Knowledge (Mythos) along with the correlatory loss of one Sanity. In addition to this, however, is the potential to thereafter attempt to study from a variety of spells including '. 4 successful rolls needed to read the book. Spells: 'storm and stress', 'augur', 'speak with darkness', 'speak with the dark mother', 'fever’s pall', 'crushing darkness', 'speak with black toads', 'speak with messenger', 'speak with toad-father', 'curse of the stone', 'the mother’s touch', 'night and fog' and 'speak with winged hunter'. Hronika Chernoboga Written in Old Church Slavonic and accompanied by some translations for German, by monk-rasstriga Grigori Kopteev, pub. c.1470. Printed in Veliky Novgorod. In 1494, Kopteev was burned as a heretic and his manuscript was damned by the Russian Orthodox Church; purportedly all known copies of the work were destroyed. Among the accompanying German translation materials, it seems that this copy was recovered in a Kievan monastery. This book contains information on dark spells, terrible artifacts as well as the inhabitants of the Abyss. In addition, the book describes the underwater inhabitants of the Baltic Sea and contains several summoning rituals--which were of particular interest to the Germans. Study: Old Church Slavonic (-2) requiring 5 successful tests. Successful study of this work increases Knowledge (Mythos) by two steps, along with reducing Sanity by two as well. Additionally, once studied, the researcher can attempt to study and learn spells including 'shape the weather', 'breath of the deep', 'transformation of the bat', 'cause/cure blindness', 'spread disease', 'speak with the dwellers of the deep', 'speak with the Abyssal King', 'speak with the Abyssal Queen', 'ward of flesh', 'mend the flesh', 'seek nightmares', 'raise night fog', 'shadow of the ice walker' and 'snow tomb'. Yulia will be able to identify the other volume Bradley discovered as a very old copy of: Suta Milam Bar-Do Written in old Tibetan, original unknown author, pub. 7th Century. Suta Milam Bar-do describes the mysterious Dreamlands, as well as further functioning as the Tibetan Book of the Dead. These texts appear to include excerpts of the original copies along with samplings of the Faxian translations to Chinese from 680 AD. Study: Chinese (-2) or Tibetan (0) with 8 successful rolls required to study. Successful study increases Knowledge (Mythos) by one step as well as reduces Sanity by one respectively. Additionally, readers may then attempt to study and learn spells including 'bring pestilance', 'implant suggestion', 'summon plague' and other incomplete rituals. Finally: Das Todtenbuch Written in German as mentioned and seems to be fifty years old or more; it is in and of itself a study on the Egyptian Book of the Dead by German Egyptologist Karl Lepsius, originally published in 1842. While not one-of-a-kind, it is exceedingly rare nevertheless. Study: German (+0) requiring 2 successful tests to study. Successfully reading does not convey Knowledge (Mythos) nor does it incur a Sanity penalty on the reader. It does, however, provide the reader with a special Benny that can only be used on Knowledge (Occult) tests.
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Yulia The good doctor has, intentionally or not, moved past the horror of the monsters they'd been exposed to and is instead abuzz with the marvelous cache they've discovered. "It is a collection of the odd - books that are stories unto themselves, collected by the fascists from around the world." Her enthusiasm is only tempered by the forboding of facility and some nagging dread, both quickly shoved aside as she examines the Buddhist tome, speaking to her fellow academics, "I have been to Tibet, studied much of this philosophy with the monks - there they say there are six moments where the mind achieves clarity not found in the mortal world - the moments of birth, of dreaming, of meditation, death, beyond death, and rebirth. The Milam Bardo is the second of these - the dreaming." She does not know who is listening, or who cares. Possibly no one. "To think we had climbed mountains in the snow in search of similar things, and now we find this book in a bunker on an island in the Atlantic..." She looks at the find again, as if to verify it's existance. But in the process of marveling at the wonder, she's forced to acknowledge the oddity again. They had confronted a monster that seemed impossible and unnatural. Supernatural. And now these books. The scholar in her cannot ignore the coincidence, no matter how much she wants to. Something awful had happened here, and the books cannot be unrelated. The other notes Sebastian had recovered confirm as much. Putting the manuscript away, tucked next to Das Todtenbuch and Hronika Chernoboga in her satchel, Yulia soberly returns to the reality of their situation, looking to the others, "We are still missing a comrade. What is left to search? Could he have gone back to the boats?" Given the terror they had been facing, maybe not the most unreasonable course of action. Fun Fact: In Tibetan Buddhism, monks learn DREAM YOGA to integrate Milam Bardo - dream state - into their routine. Maybe Dimitry reads Old Church Slavonic - Yulia will find him and ask him.
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Harry "Great, books." He looks at the old tomes askance, shrugging his shoulders under the weight of the flamethrower's tank. "Hope they help. We still need to sweep that sub and burn what's left of these things." To the question of Demitry, he shakes his head grimly. "We'd have heard the door open. Its not... quiet or quick. Unless he decided to try and go up the vents. We haven't seen any sign of him anywhere, and we heard noises coming from the sub. He's either there or he's dead and ngā aitanga a Punga rāua Whiro." Oracle fucked around with this message at 16:13 on Oct 14, 2016 |
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 Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood2 bennies left He strands guard at the door as the brains of their group work their way through the Vault once more. Given what they've encountered so far, he's more than a little on edge and even the slightest hint of sound makes him tense up briefly and his grip tighten on the flamethrower. Every now and then he turns his head into the room and on one such occasion he notices the team are gathering quiet the collection of books. "Looks like Jerry forgot his reading collection." Stepping over, he takes a peek at some of the titles and his brow furrows near instantly. "And you can make sense of these?" he says rhetorically with an impressed whistle. It seems the brass were more than right for sending them along for the ride after all. "Just leave the research for later, ladies and gents. We're against the clock here. Just bag up what you can quickly." Leaving them to gather up what he reckons he'll never understand, he steps back outside the Vault and joins in with the other non-academics. "Agreed, let's get cracking on that sub. With any luck, we'll find some sign of Dimitry too."
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Victoire Doucet, Maquisarde Medic, W 4/4, B 2, D 3/6, S 7/7 Victoire didn't have anything against books. She was just a bit disappointed that all they found was a weird book about Egyptology. She starts thinking back to the other rooms, wondering if they might have missed something. Her mind wanders back to the empty shelf in the magazine, a sten gun lying were 88 mm HE shells were supposed to be. "Oh merde." It hit her suddenly."Dimitry! The shells, the submarine gun!" In a mad dash she runs towards the docks, peeking around the doorway leading into the wide open space so as not to make a target of herself. "Watch out, the flak gun, Dimitry!" she yells through the door, hoping to warn the vault team. (21:13:55) FathisMunk: !wild d8 notice (21:13:55) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for FathisMunk and got ( 15 3 ) Results: 15 (21:14:05) FathisMunk: I can see his hair follicles if he's behind that gun
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Harry He listens to Ronnie, nodding along. Wouldn't be the first time some man couldn't hack it and went AWOL. Or nuts. Or both. It happened, and that was with run of the mill war horrors, not this... stuff. He looks at Victoire as she freaks out and runs off, eyes widening at what she yells. "Oh, bloody hell," he mutters, pressing himself against the side of the doorway and looking at the sub, wishing they'd just gone in when they'd had the chance. "He didn't shoot at us the first time we passed by..." he offers, half-hopefully.
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Harry He creeps up on the sub, having an eye for that forward gun, and peers down inside, shaking his head. Divesting himself of the flamethrower with a muttered, "We're all cooked if this gets set off in there," he lays it on the dock carefully, pursing his lips disapprovingly. Nothing for it, really. Tight spaces were not his thing, but something'd gone on in there. "Right. Who's taking point?"
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Ronnie Once again, it's all back to: this don't make much sense. He starts to move once he realizes what the others mean, but it feels off - why would Dimitry bother to grab shells for the deck gun, and then not use it at all? Granted that Ronnie figures their missing twelfth is not quite in their right mind, but it's still weird. Ronnie continues to grapple with this question until they are inside the wreck of the hull, and the flashlight still clipped to his front shines on patches of red. To see the trail is easy, and to hear the metal-on-metal response to Izoldah's call is as well. To Harry's question, S/Sgt. Thomas points to himself. Then he points back towards the command deck and starts to move, motioning to the others also. In a whisper, he cautions: "He's either hurt, or there's someone else here." He declines suggesting something instead. Considering for a second, stopping in mid-step, he looks back at Izoldah, his voice remaining low as he speaks. "Keep callin' to him 'til we find something. If it's him, you might get through. If not...already knows we're here, anyway, so no harm done."
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Sgt. Willis The books he doesn't care about, though he listens to the civilians going various degrees of excited with polite bemusement. Well, if the higher ups wanted this stuff, that was fine. Probably it'd be good for the eggheads to figure out how those Nazi things were made. Might make better weapons against 'em, though the flamethrower and rifles probably'd do. When they approach the sub, though, Ted follows along mostly behind people looking at things, drawing his own conclusions. "Not using the shells as bullets," Ted says flatly. "Rewire the fuses, shells make a bomb-" he pauses, waiting to see if the light of recognition bloomed in anyone's eyes for a few seconds too long before finishing, "-like the Nazi trap I disarmed." With a shrug, he lets others go in ahead for now, not inclined to take point. Mama Willis raised a soldier who did his job, not one who had fits of suicidal recklessness.
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov"Or both, given we have seen nothing else in rest of base." First finding a missing Sten in the magazine, and now a shell, with a magazine full of 88mm shells nearby. Irakliy could put two and two together as well as anyone else. He cocks an eye to Ted. "Or, did he hear me call out about deck gun, you think? He might have tried to move shell here from magazine. It would explain why Sten was there but no sign of struggle." However, the bloodstains from those revelations are making his heart wrench, and the clattering noise doesn't encourage him. It indicates something is alive on here... but if it's Dimitry, why wouldn't he have called out? quote:Considering for a second, stopping in mid-step, he looks back at Izoldah, his voice remaining low as he speaks. "Keep callin' to him 'til we find something. If it's him, you might get through. If not...already knows we're here, anyway, so no harm done." The lieutenant nods, and raises his MP-40 along with his own voice, stepping gingerly towards the hatch to the command bridge. "Comrade Vasilievich! It is Leytenant Kuznetsov! Please, are you hurt?" His eyes strain in the dim light, scanning the hatch for any sign of a trap... [20:13] <Redeye> !wild d8-1 Notice [20:13] * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-1) with wild die for Redeye and got ( 1 0 ) Results: 1 [20:13] <Redeye> Pfft [20:13] <Redeye> Well, I don't spot anything
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Oct 15, 2016 02:13
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Izoldah Rostov 3 Bennies left Izoldah looked at the door too, mindful that Dimitry might have laid a trap to deal with people coming after him. "Dimitry. We're coming in. You're injured. You need help. The Leytenant is here with us, it's going to be okay. They were just hallucinations!"
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Oct 15, 2016 03:17
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Yulia All but hiding behind Izoldah, Yulia listens for any word from their comrade. Chewing her lip, she finally makes up her mind. Dipping her shoulder down, she slips off the holster for her revolver and discards it then works past the scout and the other soldiers ahead of her in the procession, without waiting for permission. Moving up closer toward the Command Bridge, she calls out softly, "<Dimitry, it is Yulia - I'm... I'm going to move up now, alright? It is alright, just... say something to me, okay? Are you there?>" One foot after the other, she slowly moves forward. "<Just let me hear your voice, alright?>" Looking for... I dunno, danger? A trap? Something with the shell like Ted mentioned. Notice. [23:28] * AchtungBot rolled a (1d8-1) with wild die for ambivalent and got ( 4 10 ) Results: 10
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Oct 15, 2016 04:30
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Harry He glances at Ted as he voices the growing uneasy suspicion that firing wasn't what the mad Russian had in mind, tensing. Bombs? Booby traps? Great. This just got better all the time. If it wasn't one thing... He sighs, nodding to Ronnie and keeping an eye out himself. (10:50:47 PM) Notice: ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 3 4 ) Results: 4
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Oct 15, 2016 04:51
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Ux-824 With a sudden heightened shift of movement abruptly two bodies appear in the doorway ahead--Dimitry, bloodied, grappling with a man in a German uniform missing a large chunk of his right torso, his eyes giving off a faint glow; the German is choking Dimitry as a hand grips his throat--before the Russian rams his combat knife into the German's chest, burying it to the hilt. Eyes bloodshot and bulging, Dimitry gurgles before he's swung around--body maneuvered to block the narrow passage between the exploratory team and his aggressor. Horror (-1) test for those present. Initiative is: Dimitry AS, Yulia AC, Victoire JH, Ted 10C, Izoldah 9D, Ronnie 7S, Irakliy 5H, Harry 2D. You do not have a clear shot to the German aggressor without risking hitting Dimitry. One could attempt to target the German's head at a -4 penalty to Shooting. Any natural 1 result will automatically hit Dimitry instead.
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Oct 15, 2016 04:54
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Yulia More violence, more of that queasy sense of unrest, but in her face, and with a death grip on Dimitry's throat. She wasn't ready, there is just a sharp gasp, and the doctor recoils in fear - unable to will her legs to take her away from the scene. Yulia is FROZEN IN FEAR from failing her Horror roll.
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Oct 15, 2016 05:01
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Sgt. Willis This time, even the dour engineer's a bit taken aback. Somehow, the mound of corpses was just so bizarre it almost didn't faze him at all, but someone this... relatively... human still moving around and trying to kill the Russian froze him in his tracks. For... oh, four seconds. Then, quickly figuring the situation, he snaps his submachinegun up and tries to get a bearing on the Nazi's head, but others pull poor Dmitriy away before he can take the risky shot. aim
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Oct 15, 2016 05:24
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Izoldah Rostov 1 Bennies left Izoldah cursed in Russian as Dimitry was attacked by a nazi. He was injured, but clearly maddened. She'd seen a fair amount of people that looked like they should be dead that kept going on determination and stubbornness. "DIMITRY!" She shouted, the scout charging forward, ramming her shoulder into the Nazi, forcing his hands loose from their companion's throat, glaring up at him with a determined face. They were ALL coming back from this alive! It lashed back at her with its bare hands, but while those scratches were painful, but nothing but a superficial scratch. "Die, fascist scum!" She said, smashing the butt of the rifle straight into the soldier's throat, sending him stumbling back. Sprit test-1 <Shogeton> !wild d6-1 * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d6-1) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 4 3 ) Results: 4 Fighting Test to free Dimitry: <Shogeton> !wild d4 fighting * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 5 5 ) Results: 5 Opposed Str check VS 4 Spent two bennies to get <~Gaist> THREE IS COMPANY * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 5 2 ) Results: 5 Second Round Rifle Butt attack <Shogeton> !wild d4 * @AchtungBot rolled a (1d4) with wild die for Shogeton and got ( 11 3 ) Results: 11 <Shogeton> !sw 3d6 * @AchtungBot rolled a (3d6) for Shogeton and got ( 3 1 5 ) Total: 9 Shaking it and moving out of melee range.
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Oct 15, 2016 05:29
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Harry He sees Dimitry, the... thing, with its hands about his throat. Its not human, but its not the horrible amalgamation of the previous two fights. He swallows the lump in his throat and aims, so as not to hit the little Russian, though part of him can't shake the feeling that this is maybe all for show. Then the little Russian scout steps up and pries the thing off her compatriot, using her rifle butt to stagger it back far enough he gets a clean shot. So he takes it. (11:18:15 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (1d4+2) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 4 7 ) Results: 7 (11:19:49 PM) ***AchtungBot rolled a (2d8) for Oracle and got ( 4 7 ) Total: 11
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Oct 15, 2016 05:30
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Ux-824 Seized by adrenaline as weapons are raised and aim is taken, Izoldah rushes in behind Dimitry--grasping for the German's hands in their death grip about the Russian's throat--before managing against eerie strength to leverage the poor soldier away from the Nazi, choking and gasping as he is sent stumbling behind the young scout. Interposing herself, the German snarls and swipes at Izoldah with claw-like fingertips--connecting, but only grazing against her uniform. With a CRACK Izoldah's rifle butt seems to stagger the man, leaving her an opportunity to duck aside; in that opening Harry fires, rifle CRACK loud in the submarine's confines--and sending the German toppling over backwards, slumping to the ground in a dead heap. As the din clears and eyes adjust, the sweep of flashlights into the command bridge and navigation brings Ted's eyes to snap to a point of curiosity: installed in the navigation and riveted to the bulkhead is a strange device. Unlabeled, it is nevertheless clearly a later addition to the bridge; dials have been removed and the glass fronts of its various gauges have been broken; as well, a screen has been shattered in a clear attempt to render it inoperable--yet it is structurally still more or less whole. Upon closer inspection, the engineer determines it to be a navigational device of some sort--and a highly sophisticated one at that, with very particular, proprietary calibrations. If such a device could be retrieved intact... Nicely done! German has been eliminated and Dimitry saved. Ted has mustered a Smarts test to recognize something beyond. Ted burned a benny to combat the Night of the 3s and recognized the device for what it is! Dimitry has 3 Wounds.
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Oct 15, 2016 05:37
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Sgt. Willis The engineer's attention is quickly grabbed by the box on the wall. Stepping past Dmitriy and over the dead Nazi, he's beside it in seconds, studying it carefully, checking connections to the rest of the ship, and whistling. "Sergeant, sir," he says, "This is a navigation system. It isn't standard. They tried to break it enough to make it look unremarkable. I think it's how they get to where they go past here," he says simply. "I need a few hours to get it out. Power should hold out that long. Permission to begin cutting it free?" That seemed to cover all the bases, really, though he's already fumbling for tools.
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Oct 15, 2016 05:40
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Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov Focused on the doorway, Irakliy is hardly expecting a brawl to pile out and is taken completely aback. By the time he recovers, the doorway is clogged with bodies--and is just as quickly over. Ted piles on into the command bridge, but Irakliy is primarily focused on their lost compatriot. Grinning from ear to ear, he grasps Dimitry around the elbows, gently maneuvering him out of the line of traffic. "Comrade! Thank God you're alive. We feared the worst." He lets go of the man quickly, stepping back to give him as much space as he can get in the sub, and tosses a quick look over his shoulder. "Victoire! We found him!" Then he turns back to Dimitry. "What happened to you, comrade? Are you unharmed?"
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Oct 15, 2016 05:58
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Harry "Slow down, there, bombadier," he says, keeping his rifle trained on the supposedly dead German, then double-tapping him in the head, just in case. "We still have the rest of the ship to sweep." He eyes Dimitry, who looks a bit more than worse for wear. "Should get him to Victoire, mate. He don't look too good." Glancing at Ronnie, he jerks his head towards further into the sub, signaling 'watch for booby traps.' There were still a lot of missing shells to account for.
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Oct 15, 2016 06:02
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Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Ux-824 Dimitry gasps for breath, coughing--his face and uniform covered in blood. He speaks to Irakliy in stammered Russian. "I thought to destroy the monster with explosive shells--but here, I found a German in cat and mouse. He attacked me and we fought--but he would not die." Beyond the command deck, the span of the submarine lurks gloomily--open bulkheads, stripped steel plating among the walls; it is clear that the Germans attempted to cannibalize the vessel as much as possible prior to their departure.
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Oct 15, 2016 06:05
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GaistHeidegger posted:Saxemberg Island - Hoffmann Station - Ux-824 Starshiy Leytenant Irakliy Kuznetsov"Somehow I am not surprised," Irakliy says wryly, gesturing to his patched-up side. "This whole hellhole is full of things that refuse to be killed. But we have killed them all so far." He clasps a hand gently onto the man's back, guiding him back towards their entrance. "Come on. Let's get you out of this crate, let our medic get a look at you. You look about like I feel."
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Oct 15, 2016 06:08
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Yulia The action is over before she finds her feet again, the doctor pulling herself up against a bulkhead and wiping at her eyes a little bit. This one was different than the others, a soldier. But the mark is made - sheepishly, Yulia retreats to the back of the procession, collecting her gear. She'd rushed in without thinking - well, with assuming she'd understood the situation. Nothing had been a safe assumption since they'd come here though. Hugging her satchel close, Yulia settles in a corner of the command center, eyes flitting from the fallen foe to the navigation system, to Dimitry.
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Oct 15, 2016 06:21
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Izoldah Rostov 1 Bennies left "Lots of things to scare us. But in the end, bullets take care of things eh? We found a bottle of fancy drink too. Maybe we can enjoy that afterwards, if it's allowed. I think we all earned a drink, leytenant?" Izoldah helps supporting Dimitry and helping him out of the sub.
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