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Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 3, D 0/6, S 7/7, "Yes, of course." Victoire puts her cigarettes away and keeps her own unlit for now. "Some fresh air sounds like a really good idea actually." As she walks away with Yulia she throws one last dismissive glance over her shoulder at the men. "Ze firehose plan, really clever." Victoire says as they climb up towards the deck. "'ave you seen a lot of combat before? It is not always easy to keep a clear 'ead like zat."
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 2 Bennies Still catching his breath, the pilot watches Bradley move over to the remains of Gerhard. "I doubt there's much of him left that's useful to study, but it's hardly my field of expertise. Maybe his room still holds a clue as to his transformation. Some pill or vial of something..." But he's exhausted, physically and emotionally. Any investigating still left to be done is something he's more than happy to pass onto someone else for the remainder of the day or even the week. He shrugs at Victoire's glance back at them as she takes Yulia away, turning his gaze from her to Commander Bell. "This is just the sort of thing we encountered at Saxemburg, sir. Twisted Nazi experiments gone wrong... And I hate to say it, but this is what we're up against now. Everyone on board's going to need to be prepared to face monsters like this and worse when we arrive."
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Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 3, D 0/6, S 7/7, The cold air is invigorating and Victoire lights her cigarette. She takes a long drag as she passes her hand through her auburn hair, pulling her nurse's headdress off. It's always the same, once the danger passes and the adrenaline wears off there is that brief moment. An intense feeling of elation and hopefulness. The last years have taught her that it never really lasts but you have to make do with what you have. She watches the smoke of her cigarette drift away in the wind as she listens to Yulia. "Well I 'ave to admit zat all of zis is very different from France. Strasbourg can get cold in ze winter sure, but it's a joke compared to zis." As she is speaking she notices how cold it actually is on deck and hugs herself for warmth. "It feels good though, to really take ze fight to zem. To hunt zem down until ze end of zis earth, quite literally." Vic remains silent for a while, lost in her thoughts. "You are lucky you know, 'aving been able to stay away from ze worst of ze fighting." She flicks the stub of her cigarette away. "We will need people like you once zis is over, once people like me run out of Nazis to kill."
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Jeremiah In the immediate aftermath of the destruction of Gerhard’s horrible transformed monstrosity, Commander Bell is swift to order a lockdown of all personnel in the vicinity of the event, with the injured dispatched for medical care at the infirmary. Everyone who laid eyes on the scene is given orders of strict confidentiality, citing the potential for catastrophic damage to the morale of the remainder of hundreds of men and women aboard the vessel. Given their direct involvement in the circumstances, the command staff of the operation are substantively more accepting of the more extreme elements of the Saxemberg Island report—and what may potentially lie ahead in Antarctica. Grace is implored to assist with the recovery efforts of those men and women affected by the horrible trauma of what unfolded over the following days; now, more than ever, conviction has been strengthened. ~  With Gerhard and Ralf apprehended and the monstrosity dealt with, occurrences of sabotage aboard the Jeremiah cease overnight. Commander Bell and the rest of the command staff resume the important diligence of readying for the forthcoming assault, while throughout the immense vessel there remain no small measure of preparations and repairs to be affected for the battles ahead. Several days pass with the Jeremiah’s continued journey towards the Antarctic coastline—with the temperature seeming to lower by the hour the further the vessel proceeds. Though minor mishaps remain aboard the immense bergship, such are more readily attributed to the vessel’s state of readiness rather than malicious intervention; beyond such, the bergship along with the two destroyer escorts seem to move relatively unimpeded through the icy waters. As the days continue, the mood of the crew is palpable—subdued and tense, as many seem disquieted by the sabotage efforts and rumors abound over what actually happened in the brig. Morale has been assailed by these factors and more—for despite the immense size and battle power the bergship and escort present, the men and women aboard the Jeremiah are nevertheless due to deploy onto an uncertain battlefield, in inhospitable terrain and against a foe most insidious. Having traveled so far, the Jeremiah and accompanying escort have been cut off from communication with the rest of the Allied forces, leaving crew and passengers alike with uncertainty about the state of the war effort elsewhere. It is impossible to say what world there may be to return to after the journey south, should the German forces have mustered unfathomable powers in the meantime. Jeremiah - March 22nd, Antarctic Sea Uncertainty reaches its apex, however, a week after the events at the brig—as the Jeremiah, HMS Icarus and USS Massey arrive at the rendezvous point established to join with Soviet forces… only to find no sign of the Soviets. Commander Bell passes down the order for the Allied forces to wait; behind closed doors, however, and among the mutterings in the mess halls and corridors—morale faces harsher strain. While awaiting a signal from the Soviets, the Allied fleet are essentially sitting ducks in the antarctic waters should Nazi forces discover their location—and without radio signals from the Soviet forces, it was entirely possible they had met with trouble along the way, for the likelihood of encountering Nazi vessels here was a very real threat. Candid word reaches the men and women of the Saxemberg team that the command staff have begun to make contingency plans for an assault without Soviet support—but the odds are even less encouraging when these projections are taken into consideration. Above deck, the frigid arctic air is biting and bone chilling; icy mists cling above the waters, the bergship settling its mass as a veritable island while the twin destroyers flank the Jeremiah some distance away, all waiting as the hours tick onward. Now that the saboteurs have been dealt with, you’ve time again to assist with pitching in for the readiness of the Jeremiah and the assault’s battle plan ahead, functioning mechanically as before; you can get a refresher of those mechanics in this post. You will get three checks apiece in the span to try to contribute to the readiness or battle strategy. This will drop us back into a bit of a montage to push forward, with Dicky now freed up from the investigation obligation; Commander Bell has personally requested Grace assist with lending psychiatric help over the coming days in recovering those personnel affected by the monstrous attack. You’re welcome and encouraged to narrate yourselves through the readiness efforts—and any crossing of paths with one another you might like in that time, ultimately arriving at March 22nd and the waiting game, along with however that leaves your character feeling as tension mounts among the crew and fighting forces present. Everyone’s Benny pool has been refreshed and many of you still have an advance to spend. Let’s keep on trucking, whoever’s still on board!
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Sgt. Ted Willis It's not too terribly long after the brig battle that Ted shows up on deck- his work clothes decidedly stained and his face with a few persistent grease stains as evidence of what he'd been doing while the others were fighting a nightmarish Nazi abomination. Taking in the faces of the others, he lights up a cigarette and keeps the smoke in his lungs for a few minutes. "The alarms were you guys, eh?" He says, blowing out a smoke ring. Silence. "Well, I was down in the vehicle bay." Another silence. "Don't think it was sabotage, but there were more than a few vehicles that needed their engine torn down and a few seals and gaskets replaced." More silence. "Wouldn't call it a nightmare because of circumstances, though. Just the cold weather. Plays merry hell with anything rubber." He stares out at the sea for a while. This was nice. Usually the others didn't value silence the same way he did. Finishing the cigarette, he flicks the butt off the side into the limitless ocean and contemplates the horizon for a few minutes. "Can't say none of 'em will fail, but probably we'll have some good jeeps and tanks and ducks for the trip in. Can't do enough maintenance to stop a 88 through the engine block, though." He goes back a friendly, companionable silence, eying a few people sidelong. "Think I'm gonna go try to wheedle a minute's worth of hot water for a shower, scrub the engine grease off," he says finally. "Probably should take a second look at some of the planes' engines, but those are gonna be socked in by weather anyway, looks like." He stays at the railing for a little while, even so. Just in case. Hi! Sorry, one thing led to another and I didn't want to hop back in in the middle of a combat once I'd gotten back from a few trips, and then the scene kept on going, and I decided to wait for downtime to hop back in. >_> I should be back now!
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood Dementia = 1 He too makes his way to the deck, wrapping his jacket around himself as he shivers in the cold winds. After filling his pipe he starts a comforting smoke and nods to Ted when the man joins them. "Good to see you again," he says in a rather flat tone, feeling all the energy has been lost from even his voice. "Yeah, that was us." He stares out at the ocean, blowing out smoke. "The head saboteur. It was Embry. Found out that wasn't his real name though. We were questioning him in the Brig then he...transformed." Images of it flash through his head and he finds himself shivering again but not from the cold this time. "He must've taken a pill or injected himself with something. He became a bloody monster, like we saw on Saxemburg... Took a lot to bring him down." Reaching into his jacket with a free hand, he pulls out a hip flask full of brandy which he has 'procured' during his days on board. He passes it around those gathered, not taking a sip until everyone else has first. "We're going to have our work cut out for us, that's for sure." Looking back to Ted, he nods. Finishing his smoke, he taps out the pipe and tucks it back into a pocket. "Let's just hope 88s are the worst we go up against." It's clear from his voice that he doubts that will be the case. "I'll come give you a hand with the planes and other repairs, chap. And I'll make sure all our other flyboys are fit to go too. But I just need to go see to something first..." As welcome as the drink and smokes are, they along with the chill of the wind do little to keep his mind from repeatedly picturing Gerhard's horrific transformation. At least with Saxemburg behind them he could almost tell himself he was beyond seeing such things again, but Gerhard's transformation has shattered any feeling of sanctuary the large vessal had given him. Whether she has joined them on the deck or not, the pilot proceeds to find and talk to Grace. "Got a minute?" he says when he stands face to face with her. "I heard you were helping those...affected by what we just saw. Can't saw I know what good talking will do about it, but I wouldn't mind a session myself when you have the time. I'd..uh..really appreciate it." From his body language, it's clear he's no good with asking for help regarding this sort of thing.
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Bradley Hewitt Bennies 3 The proclamation not to speak of what had happened would not be a problem for Bradley. His opinion on this awful business was that the fewer people who knew about it the better. At least for now, when the force got to Antarctica it might change. No telling what the Nazis down there might do. They might go all out and unleash something horrible. If they did that, Bradley hoped, then perhaps our troops would be able to focus on fighting rather than the implausibility of what they saw. With a gun in their hands (so to speak) it might give them the courage to win the day. At least that is what Bradley hoped would happen. After the incident, Bradley went back to helping out where he could. His skills seemed to be best used as a translator. With all the different groups on board the ship and in the fleet, there was a lot of language issues to be resolved. Fortunately this was an issue that he could address. Meanwhile in his free time, he continued to study the collected mythos lore he had at hand. After the incident with Gerhard, he knew it would be vital for him to find ways of applying the knowledge in the books to practical purposes. Helping out with the languages. Docbubonic_away !wild d10 LawBot rolled a (1d10) with wild die for Docbubonic_away and got ( 14 5 ) Results: 14 Want to boost Shooting(Agl) d6 to d8 for my advance.
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Ronnie "'Sergeant,'" he calls in an odd, drawling voice, laughing, "you just missed one hell of a shitshow." It's a big deck. For all Ronnie can figure, everyone might be up there, even the Russkies. It's not like he can tell from one group here and another group there outside the paths that the launching aircraft might take. He has a smoke in his hand - where he got it from is a mystery, as is how he lit it. "You missed a big bunch of sabotage, like our other Sergeant says," says S/Sgt. Thomas. "Harry and I ran one onto the deck before we brought him down. And yeah, Embry was the other. Harry killed the other guy before he changed. Embry took about all of us to bring down. Just like Saxemberg. No matter. His goose is cooked, thanks to Harry and our madman of a pilot here. That Russian, too - she had us use a firehose to pin him down. Was drat sharp." He takes the opportunity to take a quick swig from Dicky's offered flask, half a cig still in his other hand, before handing it along. Joking bravado can't hide the fact that he does need it just a bit, after what they all saw. As the flyboy leaves, he nods. Man was drat brave, even for what he was. "You go have fun." He takes a drag while he can. To his countryman, he says, "You get that grease off. Earned it. Might wanna look at the boilers and all, though, when you're clean and got some rest. Those Nazis were messin' with them before we figured out their game. Might be leftovers from them fuckin' with it." His gaze goes out towards the sea. Even cold and choppy it seems a good bit better than what they are heading for. "Me, I might get some of the grunts ready to deal with the cold. God knows this is worse than Monte La Difensa, let alone Anzio. Ain't no one ready for that poo poo until they see it, but maybe I can get 'em ready for the regular poo poo." Gonna do the first Readiness roll - helping out with cold weather prep for the troops. [23:59] <FractionJackson> !wild d4+2 survival [23:59] * LawBot rolled a (1d4+2) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 3 12 ) Results: 12 Fraction Jackson fucked around with this message at 08:01 on Mar 3, 2017 |
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood Dementia = 1 "Well, hmm, are you free now? I mean, how long do these sorts of things usually take? It's just there's plenty to see to and I'd prefer to get my head straight before I start mucking in." He rubs his chin, looking about the room. He's not the most comfortable he's ever been, but at least talking to someone who's actually seen all the same horrors would make this ten times easier. "It's just, uhh, difficult to get the image of it all out of my head."
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood Dementia = 1 "Four hours? Guess I better get comfortable then," he says with a small grin. He shuts the door, takes a seat and for a while just sits there trying to think of where to start. But soon enough he finds it difficult to stop. As the next hours go by he talks about it all. He's always been keen to talk to captive audiences and Grace seeming more than happy to listen is all he needs. And given how chatty he is most of the time, it hardly takes much prodding to get him to open up about whatever subject comes up. His early childhood is discussed and how is father's legacy had inspired him to take to the skies himself. And how from the air, in the early days of the war, it was easy to detach himself from the suffering on the ground. Never did he have to fly low enough to witness the destruction caused by the bombs he dropped or the strafing runs he fired up close. But he talks of how he was shot down over France and how those weeks behind enemy lines had opened his eyes to the horror of ground fighting. There he had seen the damage bullets could do and knew what it was like to take a man's life with his bare hands. But for as tough as those days were, he had been able to grit his teeth and do the job of surviving by any means whilst killing Jerries along the way and thinking nothing much more of it. Even then the war had seemed a simple and straight forward thing in his eyes; Look after your pals, follow your orders, salute smartly and kill as many Jerries as you can. But then Saxemburg is mentioned and he talks of how the revelations and encounters during that mission and after have turned all that had seemed real on it's head. The horrors they faced then and today and how seeing such things makes all the confidence he feels shrink away in seconds. Not only is the war different for him now, but the world itself is starting to take on a darker and deeper meaning. Monsters are no longer a thing of children's fairy tales, they are very much real and a part of the war he now fights. So some hours later, he sits slumped in his chair and lets out a sigh. "I guess it's just difficult to even process what we're up against, let alone stare it down face to face. I mean, how is someone supposed to get over seeing something like what happened to Gerhard or that multi-faced creature on Saxemburg? Even now it gives me chills to think about. I can deal with tough situations better than most, but this..." He trails off and stays silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then he looks back to Grace, almost as if remembering she's there. "So what do you think, am I completely crazy or just crazy enough?"
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Grace The young woman slowly shakes her head at him and says, "You're a sane man realising it's an insane world, Dicky. I'd be more worried if these… things didn't faze you." She suddenly claps her hands. "But we can get through this together! I think you'll feel better now, sir!" she chirps at her patient. Knowledge (Psychology) roll reduces Dicky's dementia by 1: * LawBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 4 5 ) Results: 5
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Watching the pilot explain, Ted sees something in the Brit's eyes he hasn't seen for a few months. "gently caress." Is his commentary about what he expects is the fabled English understatement lurking behind 'took a lot to bring him down'. "Do what you have to," he instructs just a little gently. Man who had shell shock, worst thing you could do was push them into doing things before they were ready. You made 'em do some light work behind the very front lines until they could handle coming back to the front. Figured this was probably the same, and Ted just hoped that they'd have enough time before hitting the beach. He's a little more loose with the other American noncom. "Sounded like it. Alarms started going off, but-" He gestures at the ocean. "I figure, we go down in this sea, none of us are likely to get rescued so what's the point of heading topside? May as well keep doing my work down in the cargo holds and if we sink, well." Sgt. Willis shrugs. He doesn't take the drink from the flask, he didn't need it. "May as well keep it on if there's a worry about the ship having took another one in the boiler. Fuckin' Nazis never know when they're beat. Not a lot of surrendering from Germans, just their lackeys from other places. Some folks from of-all-places Romania surrendered to my unit in Normandy. Germans fought to the last man. We obliged. Probably this is gonna be that kinda party. Don't think Hitler wanted any of the little people in a place like this." Letting Ronnie go, he watches the sea for a few more moments before grunting and heading down to the engine room to volunteer a bit more time.
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood He chuckles and has to admit to feeling a little better already. It seems that sometimes all you need is just a willing person to listen to you get it all out. "You're right. Somehow we got this far without losing anyone of our team, I just wish the same could be said for the poor marines back there. We'll keep getting through it together. Until then... I reckon I just need a good project to take my mind off of it all for a day or so." It's a good thing there's no lack of repairs and prep to keep him busy on board. The pilot stands and gives Grace a warm smile and nod of appreciation. "Thanks for the time, Grace. Anyone else coming in for treatment is in good hands with you. I'll see you soon for another drink and cards game perhaps." With that task done and his investigation into the saboteur now thankfully finished, he makes his way down to the hanger to look over the aircraft and vehicles Ted might not have seen to yet. Whilst thoughts of monsters may creep into his head from time to time, he finds it easier than anywhere else to lose himself here in the busy work of hanger duties. First Readiness roll; helping make sure the planes and vehicles are all in working order. <A_Velociraptor> !wild d6 (Repair) * LawBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 1 7 ) Results: 7
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Jeremiah - March 22nd, Antarctic Sea Hours drag on throughout the day, with frigid waves and icy mists assailing the Jeremiah and accompanying escort. Low visibility, coupled with tension and unease over the absence of contact with Soviet forces leave most aboard the bergship with a looming sense of dread. Throughout the assault fleet, morale is further pressured—and even with supplementary heating, the interiors of the three vessels prove chilly and uncomfortable for many. Occupying oneself with tasks provides some reprieve from the dread of present circumstances, but niggling thoughts remain pervasive. Mealtimes prove tinged with anxiety and morose wondering—and while readiness efforts continue, as the dinner hour comes and goes soon the men and women aboard the great vessel begin retiring for the evening as night shifts take over their duties. For the second night in a row, the Soviets had not surfaced. ~ It is half past midnight when Bradley is first woken, a crew member bidding the man to report to the bridge. In tandem, so too are Grace, Dicky, Harry, Ronnie and Ted—and even Victoire and Yulia among their fellows until the full compliment of the Saxemberg team’s present members are assembled. Upon arrival at the bridge, Commander Bell is found on hand along with a small security detail; his expression is grim when regarding the gathered men and women of the team. “It seems we’re not fully clear of German intrusion.” Bell informs in a low, level tone. “We appear to have another spy—or saboteur—still aboard the Jeremiah. Listen to this.” Commander Bell gestures, and the radio operator nearby turns up the volume on a speaker; promptly, those assembled can hear a voice speaking in German, the signal remarkably clear. With a moment of listening, the voice seems to be that of an adult male, likely in his twenties—with flawless German, more than likely a native speaker. Looking pale, the radio operator glances up to the gathered team. “As far as we know, the signal has been repeated twice so far. There was a thirty minute break between signals—but we haven’t captured any sort of confirmation or follow-up messages on the receiving end.” Commander Bell folds his arms against his chest, jaw set. “What are we looking at for range?” Grimacing, the radio operator gestures. “Hundreds of miles, potentially—he’d have an extended range at night for his transmission.” As the transmission continues, those among the team with a grasp of German find its content to be a seemingly nonsensical string of words lacking any real grammatical sense; on the workspace near the radio equipment, it can be seen that the radio operators have been attempting to transcribe and take notes from the transmissions with partial translation attempts—but their pages are largely covered in gibberish. Commander Bell shakes his head grimly. “Clearly the signal must be coming from somewhere aboard Jeremiah—and must obviously be stopped. I’ve called for the lot of you given your extensive assistance and capability thus far, with our present circumstances.” Nodding towards Bradley and his team, Bell continues. “I’d like for you to task any assistance you an offer with the signals and cryptography if possible.” Looking towards Dicky and the others, Commander Bell notes further. “I’m also deputizing you all again in tracking down the signal. With how large the Jeremiah is, I’ve already tasked seven teams with the search—so the rest of you will make the eighth. It is imperative that you be as surreptitious as possible in order to avoid letting this new Nazi agent know that we’re onto him.” A look is leveled towards Ronnie and Harry then. “You have my blessing to requisition firearms. Once you’ve sorted out who is staying and going, we’ll begin right away.” Someone’s sending out heavily coded messages from somewhere secretive. It’s up to the lot of you who feels they’d be more helpful trying to crack the transmissions and who would be better served as part of an active search party. Given the considerable scope of the Jeremiah, the investigators will be a singular search team assigned a specific portion of the bergship to search, rather than the party being scattered to the winds in this round of pursuit. In the meantime, this new agent is continuing to send out new transmissions in thirty minute intervals; it is difficult to discern just what he might be accomplishing in such, but clearly it can’t bode well for the Allied assault effort.
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Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 3, D 0/6, S 7/7, As she heads to the bridge she desperately tries to wring the sleep out of her but as soon as she hears the message, Victoire is wide awake. "Zis does not mean anything." She says as she picks up one of the transcripts. "He must be speaking in code. Or he is stark raving mad." She puts the page down and turns to Ted. "You're ze engineer, where would you broadcast from? I can stay 'ere and help translating zis or try to figure it out but it isn't really my speciality. And I 'ave to admit I would prefer to 'unt zat bastard down." She shoots Ronnie a knowing look as she finishes her sentence.
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Mar 9, 2017 18:36
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood His somewhat relaxed work in the hanger takes on a greater sense of urgency as the days pass with still no word from their Russian allies. As it stands, theirs may be the only aircraft and vehicles making the assault on the Nazi-occupied land which is not a comforting thought. Still, there in the hanger he finds a sweet relief among the planes and their pilots where he can forget about the events and horrors so recently encountered. What time is spent outside of the hanger is taken simply for sleep and meals, the latter of which is mixed with concerned words to his comrades about the whereabouts of their Eastern European allies. The day of March 22nd is spent completely in the same fashion, although he finds himself clambering into bed later than usual after a cheeky drink with some of the flyboys. So he manages to only sleep an hour before he's roughly awoken by a crew member with orders to the bridge. He's still yawning and shrugging into his warm leather jacket by the time he arrives to hear Commander Bell's grim news. He finds himself more alert after the word of there being yet another saboteur on board. "Like bloody rats," he says. "He probably thought to hide and start all this when we caught his compatriots. Or maybe he was ordered by Gerhard before we got him..." Regardless, their mission seems all too clear even if they have little idea of where to start looking. "Will do, sir," he says, snapping off a sharp salute despite his exhaustion. "Can't say I'm any good with breaking codes, so I'll join in the hunt." Thankfully his trusty revolver is still holstered at his hip out of habit since the encounter with Gerhard. "He's likely somewhere that usually has little to no crew around. Or he's slipped into some hole somewhere aboard... Christ knows where though." He waits to hear what the others might suggest, not having much of an idea himself on where they should start on such a colossal vessel.
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Mar 10, 2017 18:19
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Harry He shrugs. Codes are one thing; he's been trained in their use, but he's no codebreaker. Finding moles, however, that he might be of some help with. "Head on down there right away, sir," he replies, shooting the man a salute before going down to the armory to load up for bear. He'd take a flamethrower if they offered it, but that's probably a bit too obvious. Either way, he is not in the mood to question any of these lying monsters waiting to happen after Gerhard. Going to go fetch us some firearms.
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Mar 10, 2017 18:45
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Grace She furrows her brow at the transcript. "Yes, sir, we'll do our best," Grace answers with a nod at the commander. She glances between Bradley and Yulia, "I can help with breaking the Jerry code."
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Mar 11, 2017 00:31
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Ronnie Informed of the news, Ronnie rolls his eyes even as he stands smartly in line. Just their drat luck. At least this time they can just off the guy as soon as they are sure they'd found them. He thinks it doubtful that after last time, Commander Bell or any other officer aboard would gainsay that. "Well," Ronnie says with a bit of annoyance, "so much for having the element of surprise, I guess." Placing a hand on the back of his neck, he stretches in place a little. "Suppose I'll be more useful hunting than codebreaking. Don't expect we'll take too many chances with the bastard either, Sir." He's clearly addressing Commander Bell, but he looks over at Vic in mid-sentence and nods. Dicky's questioning gets a shrug. "Just have to search every little hidey-hole one at a time. I ain't got any more of a clue than you do." Stepping away, he says, "Let's arm up and get started."
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Mar 11, 2017 20:17
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Bradley Hewitt Bennies 3 "A project of this size and magnitude is hard to hide. I think the Nazis knew about this mission before the ship set sail. We can't change that. We can try to prevent more information slipping out about this mission. Whatever bit of information we can keep secret from the Nazis will help us when we finally storm their base." He nodded at Grace. "I can help with the code breaking. I admit that I only had a little training in regards to it, but any help is better than none I suppose." He paused to consider the situation. "If this spy can be captured alive and kept alive, then we might be able to reverse some of the damage they did by turning them into a double agent. Hmm, if we can figure out his code and how he transmits his information, we might not even need him. We could start broadcasting inaccurate intelligence to confuse the Nazis."
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Mar 11, 2017 23:37
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood "Gotta say, I'll feel far more secure if you came with us in case this gets more violent than we're expecting," he says to Victoire, knowing he'll be far more relieved to have their trusty medic with them on the search. "Best of luck," he says to those staying to help with the code breaking. "We'll try and catch the bugger quickly." And lending promise to those words, he turns and leaves sharply to follow behind Harry to the armoury with only a quick salute to Commander Bell. As he walks, he says to those on the search team. "Lots of little places to hide on the sides of the runways on a carrier of this size. Maybe even up on deck, seeing as the cold might stop nearly anyone heading up too often especially at this time of night. Maybe a good a place as any to start."
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Mar 12, 2017 00:46
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Sgt. Willis Ted scratches his head. He could mostly repair radios, but what he knew about their theory of operation could fit on a very small piece of paper. Still- "Something that'd transmit that far would be something we'd put in a plane or ship," he notes. "They take a fair bit of power and a fair bit of size. And I'm pretty sure it'd need line of sight, which means either up in the island or out on deck- or it's portable enough that he can drag it up to a transmitting position and then back down to some other compartment. Or," he adds, "He might be hijacking our own equipment. Would the techs recognize that?"
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Mar 12, 2017 03:29
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Jeremiah - March 22nd, Antarctic Sea Commander Bell regards Bradley before nodding curtly, casting a look towards the search party. “If possible, try to bring this spy back alive for questioning.” Looking to Sergeant Willis, Bell raises a brow before looking to the radio techs for confirmation; the men pause before shaking their heads. “To difficult to tell with what we’re going of of.” Bell looks back to Ted, however, jaw set. “Not a bad thought, though—better to take it as a possible lead. I want you and your team to search the vehicle bay; if anyone’s been meddling to gather equipment, that’d be one place to start with less scrutiny.” As the men and women of the search team depart and the rest of the team settles in to begin working off of the cryptography, Commander Bell moves to the deck’s windows, gazing out to the twilight surrounding the ship beyond. Jeremiah - Vehicle Landing Bay Together, the search team arrives armed and forewarned in the vehicle landing bay starboard and aft of the Jeremiah to begin the search. Familiar enough to Ted after his work among similar bays, the team find themselves surrounded with a sea of jeeps, forklifts, tows and other land-based vehicles—snow tractors, “penguins”, T-15s, M29 “Weasels” and a variety of other craft as well. Along the hull of the Jeremiah as well are multitudinous pykrete beach landers meant to help ferry troops and transports alike to shore. Presently, it’s quite cold in the bay—with lights dull enough to cast long shadows in the gloomy pallor of the vast garage. A dull, steady thrum resonates as those present begin to assess hatches, doors, windows, hoods and other potential points of interest; were the spy present, he could be hiding in any one of the several hundred vehicles—and if he weren’t, there could well be signs of equipment having been scavenged from those same-such craft for nefarious purposes. Spurred by Ted’s suggestion, Commander Bell has decided to assign your search party to the vehicle bay and landing deck. Additional teams have been assigned to the remaining portions of the Jeremiah for the search. Both the search for the spy, as well as the attempts to decipher the transmission, are two separate Dramatic Tasks—using Notice as the trait for the search, and Knowledge (Cryptography) as the leading trait for the codebreaking (though you can also attempt to default at Smarts at a -2 in its stead.) Everyone on the search party is afforded a sidearm from requisition, but nothing heavier than that for the purposes of discretion. For both sets of Dramatic Task, nobody drew a Club card, so no extra complications; nevertheless, by nature of the difficulty of the task, you are at a -2 penalty for the test in addition to any other modifiers you may currently be under. Your goal is five successes; you are running against unknown clocks respectively. As a reminder, you’re looking to aggregate successes with cooperative rolls together. These are otherwise normal trait rolls, meaning you get your wild die and can spend Bennies if you wish.
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Sgt. Willis "Yes sir." Ted gives the only acceptable response to the officer's use of his amateur knowledge. "I've been in the vehicle bay a lot the last few days. I can probably tell quickly if anything been taken if they were sloppy about replacing it, if they've been there." With that, he shuts up, and in time draws a firearm and gets ready to lead the others back down to the vehicle bay. He liked it down there. Cold, sure, but it was fairly quiet, and gave him the peace to work on his machines without anyone bothering him. Probably that's why the spy chose it, if he did. Ted abruptly wondered if the spy had just timed his work to miss Ted, or if the spy'd been there and he'd been so absorbed in his machinery that the sergeant hadn't even noticed. That was a prickly sort of thought. Could even be some of the others had been quietly instructed to keep an eye on him. Ted understood. He'd heard once that you can only be betrayed by someone you trusted, and so this was the price of doing business. All he could do was his job and wait for events to clear him, no grudges held. "Alright. Lot of poo poo down here," he says. "Two people at least with me, I'm going to go check the cars that I didn't fix because they were fine." He pauses. "Spy wouldn't take anything from ones that were broken." Made sense enough to him, and so he started walking down the aisle, keeping a wary eye out. <Mukaikubo> !wild d6-2 * LawBot rolled a (1d6-2) with wild die for Mukaikubo and got ( 3 5 ) Results: 5
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Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 3, D 0/6, S 7/7, As Harry returns with the firearms, Victoire is slightly disappointed that apparently this mission is deemed "sidearms only" again, however her eyes brighten as she sees that Harry had had the presence of mind to bring her the Lüger she had looted on Saxemberg Island, her very own wartrophy turned against its creators. She follows the others to the vehicle bay, happy to be dressed in more sensible clothes than the nurse outfit she has to wear during her day shifts. Nothing like pants and a gun and a Nazi to hunt. "Wait, what was zat," she suddenly says, having noticed something among the numerous vehicles. (19:45:21) Fathis_Munk: !wild d8-2 Notice (19:45:21) ***LawBot rolled a (1d8-2) with wild die for Fathis_Munk and got ( 12 2 ) Results: 12 (19:45:25) Fathis_Munk: aw yeah (19:45:33) Fathis_Munk: victoire 'eagle eye' doucet
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Harry Harry walks with the others, amused at Doucet's reaction to the Lugar. Figured she'd like that. Odd bird. He nods to Ted and follows along, keeping an eye peeled, then Victoire mutters something. He keeps walking, pretending not to have noticed anything, but the tenseness between his shoulders seems to indicate that he, too, has seen something. Just not wanting to tip off whatever or whoever it is. Yet. (2:30:06 PM) Oracle: !wild d6-2 (2:30:07 PM) ***LawBot rolled a (1d6-2) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 2 8 ) Results: 8
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Ronnie S/Sgt. Thomas, once again with sidearm at his hip, moves alongside quietly and with ease, a bit off to the right of the bunch where he can cover anyone if the spy pops up. The engineer's suggestion for where to look makes enough sense to him too, and so he simply nods, before setting about a quick look around on his side, eyes flicking one way, then another. The others he can see quite well, and he hears Victoire's warning well enough too - but from his chosen vantage point, whatever everyone is homing in on is hidden from him. [12:47] <FractionJackson> !wild 1d6-2 [12:47] * LawBot rolled a (1d6-2) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 3 3 ) Results: 3
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Grace The agent crosses her arms and squints at the code. She bites her bottom lip and looks askance at the other cryptographers. * LawBot rolled a (1d4-2) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 1 1 ) Results: 1
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