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Harry Manahi He follows, bringing up the rear, keeping an eye on their six. No need to be snuck up on in all the chaos after all. Taking in the chaos he allows himself one grim smile, the nods. "C&C, right?" he agrees, glancing at Ronnie. "We get'm settled up there nice an' tight then you and I go make some noise, yeah?"
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Victoire's direction brings the team to identify the stairway leading up into the suspended structure overlooking the cavern--and with the chaos unfolding across the span of the docks and warehouses, a trio of uniformed soldiers are spied making off of the stairs. By best estimations, the chamber above performs functions on at least some measure of operational oversight. Proceeding ahead with haste, the commandos and team en tow hustle to ascend the stairwell in the wake of the soldiers--with Ronnie in the lead and Harry bringing up the rear, ready and wary. First to crest the landing, Ronnie emerges at the end of what appears to be a sizable, theater-style chamber oriented around the immense window overlooking Ristcher Station's interior cavern complex. Several dozen men and women in warm office attire are spied entering and emerging from numerous adjoining offices and briefing rooms, while several more individuals pore over paperwork and files around a central staging area. Off to one side, Ronnie spies another group who appears to be systematically feeding documents into an incinerator as a pair of uniformed soldiers observe. A young German man wearing suspenders and a bowtie stands nearest to the door, goggling wide-eyed at Ronnie as he grips a coffee pot. Gauging by the general direction of the group, presumed the team advanced up the stairs after speculation of identifying some nature of command structure. Ronnie's at the front, Harry's at the rear, most of the team is on standby in the stairwell. You appear to have arrived at some sort of operations or logistics center.
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Séverine Gascoigne The second lieutenant holds her submachine gun close as she stands at the ready. Séverine squints at the point of ingress taken by their commando duo before scanning her surroundings.
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 He gripped his rifle while waiting for a signal from Ronnie. It was only a matter of time before the shooting started.
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Harry Manahi Harry keeps an eye on the three soldiers as they move, nodding when it appears they haven't been spotted. He motions to the Germans burning paper to draw others' eyes, muttering, "Evidence that yeah?" War crimes or other actionable intelligence might be useful. He mutters just loud enough to be heard over the din, "Should just plant explosives and take this whole office down."
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies Dicky follows up and stands still at the entrance, gun out and pointed directly at the bowtie-wearing man. He presses a finger to his lips, indicating that it would be in the man's immanent best interest to remain quiet. He waits for Ronnie to make a move, the man clearly being the expert on how to handle this situation. "Right. Best get whatever they haven't burned yet." he says loud enough for Harry to hear as he looks to the men burning papers.
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Maksim’s threatening command coupled with Dicky and the rest of the commando force more than halts the center’s office worker—but he seems to cow to the life-or-death intimidation, closing the distance to the team with coffee pot still in hand. Nearby, a radio message crackles in German—and the speakers of such can readily recognize it for what it is: indication that an approaching threat of significance was known and the personnel of Ritscher Station were preparing to meet it. Apologies gang—I know long delays are par for the course, I had mentally filed that I was waiting for a FractionJackson reply and it fell by the far wayside.
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Harry Manahi "Copy that," mutters Harry, noting the coffee-pot toting man seems to be complying and leaving him for Ronnie if he doesn't, making his way casually over to the men burning papers so as not to alarm them overmuch. They are so intent on their work, after all. Still, his bayonet finds its way into his hand as he moves, holding it down by his leg to avoid any alarm before grabbing the nearest man from behind and adding a second mouth to his neck. Gonna take care of these fire guys real quick. Let me know what to roll re: element of surprise and all that. Oracle fucked around with this message at 15:20 on Oct 1, 2018 |
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 As he gauged the scene, Joe figured out the biggest targets in the room. Seeing the armed soldiers standing next to the paper shredders, he knew they posed the biggest threat here. He made his way towards them with his rifle at the ready. Give me a heads up on my options here and what I need to roll.
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Mladyshi Serzhant Maksim Smirnov Maksim can't stop grinning at the ludicrousness of it all. He sort of hopes it's disarming, as he puts his badly rusty German to use. "Hello, Fritz. We will have questions, in a moment. Please to move out of the way, and cover." He eyes the pot, and takes an appreciative sniff. "And, uh, hold onto that. Smells good." It has already been far too long since he's had good coffee. Maksim is going to follow the group's lead into combat, while keeping fairly close to Fritz here to make sure he doesn't do a runner.
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies The pilot moves forward, gun up and ready, to back up Harry. When all eyes undoubtedly get turned onto them, he makes ready to keep his gun aimed on any armed individual who might not be covered by his allies.
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 Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 2, D 0/5, Shots 6/6 (slugs)Seeing Harry move off towards the incinerator, Victoire does her best to follow him without raising too much of an alarm. As she sees the bayonet come into play, she tenses up and eyes the armed soldiers. She prepares to snap up her shotgun and blast the first one to react away. Ugh I'm the worst, I keep telling myself I need to post and then I keep forgetting. Anyways, Vic has d10 stealth (though I am not entirely sure that would apply here) and d10 shooting.
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Bot's up, just need stealth checks for folks to see if you get the drop; there's a whole lot going on in this room. Then we'll get cracking with the chaos. As an aside, need Harry's sheet re-linked somewhere, I lost the recruit threat repository during a PC rebuild. Edit: Hoo boy, Harry and Vic got some great rolls. Spooling up stuff. GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 15:13 on Oct 1, 2018 |
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station No sooner is the man toting the coffee pot within the near custody of Maksim than Harry takes the lead into decisive violent action—and the first of the attendants at the incineration happens a glance in time to see the big Maori coming. Chaos unfolds in an instant of surprise—eyes widening as a shout rises to the man’s lips at the commando bearing down on him, bayonet already at the lethal ready as the soldier scrambles to drop papers and reach for his slung weapon. CRACK! Victoire’s shotgun tears into the second soldier attending the incineration before he’s even noticed the approach, struck squarely in the sternum and sending a backsplash of crimson and gore against the wall behind him as the slug connects and veritably obliterates the soldier’s innards—while the men and women who had been burning documents are splattered with the collateral viscera, struck with shock. Harry’s target manages a shout of alarm that serves little need with the shotgun’s report nearby—and though he’d spotted Harry on the approach, his reaction is too slow to halt the inevitable: whether accounting to zealous enthusiasm or raw strength, Harry’s bayonet is brought to bear with brutal enough efficacy that the soldier is very nearly beheaded before crumpling backwards into the burning documents—sending cinders showering and flames spilling out into the room. Screams and shouts flood the room as the cacophony grows, wide-eyed faces and terrified non-combatants sent into abrupt and decisive panic, scrambling every which way. To the left, the team sees several men and women shove through a pair of double doors revealing a long corridor beyond—as well as a pair of stationed soldiers moving to enter the chamber in response to the commotion and gunfire. To the right, another pair of doors burst open as staff scramble for any egress they can—revealing another soldier and, more worryingly, what appears to be a barracks beyond. By Maksim, the man with the coffee blurts “Töte mich nicht!” and cowers behind the pitcher. Victoire managed to beat the notice and got the drop with her shotgun and absolutely annihilated one of the soldiers on incineration oversight; Harry was spotted, but killed the other soldier before it mattered overly much. We’re now dealt in and in the thick of it. Initiative order: Carter RJ -> Dicky AC -> Harry QC -> Soldiers 10H -> Maksim 9C -> Ronnie 7H -> Severine 6H -> Victoire 4D For mental cartography, you entered at south side of the chamber; at the west there are double doors leading to a long corridor, where two stationed soldiers have just turned in from. To the east, double doors lead into what appears to be a barracks where another soldier has turned in to see what’s going on. Harry basically went across the room to the north side where the document burning was taking place, so he’s presently out in the open—relatively speaking. There is a LOT of collateral cover at the moment between noncombatants and office setup in the way. At this time, firearm collateral is full swing—missed shots will be assumed to hit noncombatants in the scramble. GaistHeidegger fucked around with this message at 16:09 on Oct 1, 2018 |
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Harry Manahi The shotgun blast causes him to flinch, briefly, glancing at Victoire with a raised eyebrow then nodding with approval as he sees the results of her handiwork. So much for the element of surprise. He moves, grabs, and strikes, the old familiar action of slitting a man's throat like riding a bike. A particularly gruesome bike. He turns to the next nearest as the man falls, a grim smile on his face as he just keeps moving, like a conductor punching tickets on a train, all with a casual efficiency of a job done dozens of times. The blade is casually wiped on the white of his snow camo, leaving a streak of dark red and steaming slightly in the cold air. He sheathes it and brings his flamethrower to bear, heading towards the crowded corridor where the enemy flees. The running is expected, the chaos is welcomed, and though he's wide open he trusts any threats his colleagues miss will do more harm to their own side in the scrum. Why yes, I am going to do what you think I'm going to do. War is hell, and what's hell without a little fire and brimstone?
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies He flinches as the shotgun blast roars and deafens his ears. And with it goes any chance of staying unnoticed for good. Shame really, for he thought they had been doing rather well so far. Harry's casual dispatching is watched with a mix of fear and wonderment, as he silently thanks the Lord that the giant man is on their side. With the Maori monster taking care of any hostilites on his side, Dicky turns instead to the other direction people are fleeing in. He ducks behind any suitable cover nearby and brings his Sten up to aim, waiting for as clear a shot as he can get at the first soldier to aim their own weapon or come moving in their direction. Ducking into cover and firing upon any solider I can see! Shooting d8.
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Séverine Gascoigne Séverine only rapidly glances about the ensuing fracas. She maneuvers into cover while trying to remain within earshot of her squad. "Protect our advance; covering fire!" she shouts and pops a shot at the nearest armed target. Can grant a free benny to an ally! Use it if you need it! Sten Mk.I-V Submachine Gun d6 (2d6+1, 12/24/48, RoF 3, Shots 32, AP 1, Auto): * MadBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 10 2 ) Results: 10; * MadBot rolled a (2d6+1) for Razeam and got ( 1 1 ) Total: 3
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 Hearing the shotgun go off, Joe is temporarily startled. He quickly regains his senses and points the German machine gun towards the barracks doors. He then pulls the trigger on the gun and lets loose. Suppressive fire towards the barracks doors. Maschinengewehr 42 (Damage 2d8, RoF 3, 30/60/120, Shots 50, Min Str d8, AP 2, Auto, Snapfire) <Doc_bubonic> !wild d10-2 * MadBot rolled a (1d10-2) with wild die for Doc_bubonic and got ( 5 2 ) Results: 5 <Doc_bubonic> !wild 2d10-1 * MadBot rolled a (2d10-1) with wild die for Doc_bubonic and got ( 3 4 1 ) Results: 3 4 (Forgot how to roll, so one wild roll doesn't count)
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station A rattle of gunfire sounds loudly as Carter levels suppressive fire at the barracks doorway with a swift swivel of attention, clipping the vicinity with errant munitions which brings several of the noncombatants to hit the deck; the first soldier on the scene from the barracks manages to find cover among filing cabinets, avoiding the incoming fire’s effects—though it’s hard to say at a glance in the chaos just how many of the station’s infantry were being dissuaded in the barracks proper. Bracing over top of the cabinets, the soldier levels an MP38 and shouts as he opens return fire towards Carter and the others—a round grazing past Dicky’s shoulder while another strikes Carter before stray fire catches a young German man in a button-up shirt, sending him crumpling to the floor with a blossom of crimson on white. Two more soldiers make the gambit from the barracks into the room, nearly diving as they make their way for some semblance of cover under the suppressive fire. On the opposite end of the room, Dicky’s shot is leveled against one of the pair of soldiers arriving from the corridor—striking the man center mass and dropping him promptly mid-stride. As Harry marches on the corridor and works to ready his flamethrower, the remaining German soldier moves to cover before opening fire on the commando—a sizable target to lay into despite the chaos as he peppers the big man with a burst. Meanwhile, Ronnie brings his weapon to an eruption of automatic fire largely indiscriminate as he seeks to put down enemy soldiers—a pair of office workers going down when they fail to find their way out of the line of fire in time while the commando lands rounds against the soldier nearest the corridor in kind. Carter succeeded in putting down suppressive fire; the first soldier on the scene on the receiving end of such made his Spirit check to avoid being shaken or injured—and once his initiative came around, he sought cover to return fire. Dicky’s shot landed against one of the pair of soldiers arriving from the corridor and proved lethal, downing the man with precisely enough damage necessary. Barracks soldier returned fire on Carter and Dicky, landing two hits for 9 damage to Carter and 1 damage to Dicky and killing a noncombatant with a third stray shot. Insufficient damage to phase Dicky, but Carter has a hit and a raise for a potential wound coming in. On soldier initiative two soldiers braved the suppressive fire to enter the fray; both were shaken and driven behind cover, unable to fire this round. Remaining corridor soldier moved to cover and opened automatic fire on Harry with three hits and a total of 15 damage; because Harry is enormously tough, that’s still only one raise for one potential wound, but a wound nevertheless—up to Oracle if you want to try to soak it, Séverine has made a Benny available on the float for the team. Taking us to the other side of initiative past the soldiers, Maksim and Victoire are up in the queue and Severine and Ronnie’s actions go off. Ronnie got several hits but needs to roll damage. Severine is still due a damage raise, which will determine whether or not her shot is a wound. Initiative order: Harry AS -> Severine JD -> Victoire 9S -> Maksim 7H -> Dicky 7D -> Carter 6D -> Soldiers 4D -> Ronnie 2C
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Harry Manahi Harry will be spending the group bennie to soak that wound and remove that shaken (11:24:15 PM) Oracle: !wild d10 (11:24:16 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (1d10) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 6 1 ) Results: 6 Good enough for government work The big Maori grimaces at the gunfire, snarling as if his sheer presence alone can force the bullets to bounce off him. Perhaps it can. Moving forward and raising the nozzle on the Lifebuoy Mk II he lets fly a bloodcurdling scream along with a gout of flame. (11:38:37 PM) Oracle: !wild d6 (11:38:39 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 5 3 ) Results: 5 (11:38:43 PM) Oracle: sigh (11:38:49 PM) Oracle: some day I'll get a raise again on an attack roll (11:38:58 PM) Oracle: !sw 2d10 (11:39:00 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (2d10) for Oracle and got ( 15 9 ) Total: 24 The corridor and any within are wreathed in fire, the reflection of which shines in gleeful eyes at the destruction wrought against the Reich. That's one entry route covered, a little more bedlam to cover for the boys coming from the blue. His eyes bulge, his tongue protrudes, and he moves to his next target.
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Mladyshi Serzhant Maksim Smirnov Well, here we go! Maksim marvels that they managed to make it this far. He has his PPsH, but finds himself more concerned with that doorway. Certainly they don't need reinforcements coming in here. Fortunately, he came armed with solutions to that problem. Five of them. He pulls one of the simpler ones off his webbing--an object the size and shape of a soda can, with an unmistakable pin coming out of the top. He rips the pin from the RG-42 with a ping, and sends it arcing beautifully into the doorway across the room. He can't stop grinning. 01:01 Redeye !roll 1e6 01:01 MadBot rolled 1e6 for Redeye and got 4 01:01 Redeye Well, that's a successful throw, barely. I think. 01:01 Redeye !roll 3d6+2 01:01 MadBot rolled 3d6+2 for Redeye and got 15 That's a frag grenade, blast template Medium.
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Squaring off before the trailing corridor from the office center, Harry levels the nozzle of his flamethrower and looses a billowing spread of fire to engulf the men and women fleeing the scene, screams of terror and agony loudly filling the air along the sharp crackling and popping of burning flesh. Harry’s handiwork is gruesome, the sight and smell of which are brought into focus for the assembled team as more than a dozen noncombatants stagger, scramble and drop before one fire-wreathed man crashes through a plate glass window overlooking the cavern, plummeting down to impact with the concrete below a few feet shy of the icy waters. Séverine’s shot clips the soldier with the MP38 through the throat, sending the man crumpling with a gurgling death rattle out of sight behind the office furnishings and sending paperwork scattering from a nearby desk. Meanwhile, Maksim’s lobbed grenade bounces through the doorway into the adjoining barracks, prompting the frantic shouting of ”Granate! Granate!” before an explosive report sounds moments later, scattering debris through the doorway and setting ears to ring as concussive force rattles the closed space. "Sanitäter!" Among the soldiers who had managed to take to cover in the office chamber, one manages to recover his composure from the previous suppressive fire—and with attention inexorably drawn to the carnage Harry had sown, opens fire on the Maori commando from behind. As flames lap at scattered paperwork from the prior burning, another soldier braces his weapon over the top of filing cabinets before shouting as he levels a long burst of suppressive fire towards the team. Thunder shudders throughout the room as a pair of heavy, bone-rattling BOOMS resonate through the station—the sound and sensation of twin colossal cannons loosing 406mm rounds at a vast firing range, signaling the commencement of contact with the Allied fleet. Proceeding with the round after waiting for queued posts in order to keep the game moving. Harry’s handiwork is sufficient to provoke a Horror (-1) check for everyone witnessing horrible deaths, except Harry. Séverine landed a hit on the second soldier from the corridor, rolled damage on her behalf and it was lethal—leaving no combatants on the western / corridor side of the room afterwards. Maksim’s grenade wreaked havoc in the barracks, though there isn’t a clear line of sight to see exactly what went down as a result; it sounds like several casualties, however--and no new soldiers showed up from the barracks this round as a consequence. Three German soldiers remain in the room with the team now, having taken cover near the barracks entrance; two were previously shaken after moving through Carter’s suppressive fire last round. Of the soldiers who scrambled for cover, one managed to recover from his Shaken status, made his Horror check—and promptly gunned for Harry as a consequence; he scored a hit, the damage to which exploded several times for a total of 27 damage on 2d6-1 exploding. That is four incoming wounds on Harry, which could be curtains—using a benny to attempt to soak is recommended. One soldier remained shaken and behind cover, hidden from fire; the other soldier was not shaken previously and elected to lay down suppressive fire on the team, prompting Spirit checks to avoid being shaken from everyone but Harry. It sounds like very, very large emplaced guns have begun opening fire. That would be 40.6 cm SK C/34 cannons, judging by what the team glimpsed previously. Initiative order: Ronnie 10S -> Dicky 10H -> Soldiers 10D -> Carter 9D -> Harry 8H -> Victoire 7S -> Severine 6D -> Maksim 2S
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Harry Manahi Harry's eyes fairly well glow red in the fires of his handiwork, the shrieking and wailing of the dying (and frying) causing a fierce grin to split his face. "Tu meke!" he yells at Séverine as she takes out hers and at Maxsim as he takes out his. He staggers back briefly as someone feels right froggy from the direction of the office and peppers him with gunfire, one hitting. (2:39:58 PM) Oracle: !wild d10 (2:39:59 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (1d10) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 1 4 ) Results: 4 (2:40:02 PM) Oracle: HAHAHAAHAH (2:40:06 PM) Oracle: gently caress you madbot (2:40:18 PM) Oracle: I'll be spending another bennie yeah (2:40:36 PM) Oracle: !wild d10 (2:40:37 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (1d10) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 17 3 ) Results: 17 (2:40:40 PM) Oracle: THaaat's better 1 precious bennie left after all that He glances down at the hole in his shirt, then parts it, seeing the faint green gleam from his now-cracked manaia as a misshapen bullet falls to the gangway with a tinny plink, a wide grin slowly splitting his features. "Oh, mate, ancestors're havin' nunyah shite tonight, yeh?" He bares his teeth at the German taking potshots from the office, bringing the flamethrower to bear, eyes bulging, and screams, stomping in time to his chant. "Ka mate, ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! Ka mate! ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! nei te tangata huruhuru na nei i tiki mai whakawhiti te ka upane! ka upane! ka upane, ka upane, whiti te ra!" Flames once again light up the underground base. (8:13:46 PM) Oracle: ok what do I roll for flamethrower again... lessee.. (8:14:15 PM) Oracle: just a d6 bleah (8:14:35 PM) Oracle: !wild d6 (8:14:36 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Oracle and got ( 10 2 ) Results: 10 (8:14:43 PM) Oracle: YAY I GOT A RAISE FINALLY (8:15:01 PM) Oracle: BOOM SHAKALAKA (8:15:02 PM) Oracle: National Identity (NZ): Kiwis are well known for being hard men who do not give (nor expect) quarter on the sports (or battle) field. A character embodying this stereotype rolls a d8, not a d6, as his bonus die when he gets a raise on an attack. (8:15:14 PM) FractionJackson: more like (8:15:21 PM) FractionJackson: boom shakahaka (8:15:24 PM) FractionJackson: (I'm not sorry) (8:15:25 PM) Oracle: bwahahaha (8:15:29 PM) Oracle: I knew I liked you (8:15:37 PM) Oracle: I'ma eat you last when I go crazy (8:15:52 PM) FractionJackson: fair (8:16:23 PM) Oracle: !sw 2d10 (8:16:24 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (2d10) for Oracle and got ( 4 1 ) Total: 5 (8:16:29 PM) Oracle: bwahahaha gently caress youuuu madbot (8:26:26 PM) Oracle: !sw 1d8 (8:26:27 PM) ***MadBot rolled a (1d8) for Oracle and got ( 6 ) Total: 6 (8:26:46 PM) Oracle: So that's what 11 damage with the flamethrower while rolling 2d10 + 1d8. Yup, that's about par for me.
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Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 2, D 1/5, Shots 5/6 As they enter what seems to be the heart of the beast, Victoire had briefly considered trying to stay under the radar but quickly came to the realization that going out with a bang will be of more help to the approaching fleet than scurrying away with their life. The results of her internal debate were obvious, a wall full of splattered nazi guts and a sudden frenzy all around her. Harry's flamethrower roars and turns the corridor into a small inferno and Victoire feels her brain trying to tug her back to Vassieux, back to that small burning village. She freezes for an instant but manages to suppress the memories. Instinctively she raises her gun and squeezes off another slug at one of the enemy soldiers. She has just enough time to see it hit his cover before he answers with a long suppressing burst. Victoire ducks and curses at her own stupidity, why was she using slugs in here. She keeps pumping to empty her gun and reloads it with pellet cartridges, her finger seemingly working on their own. After the last shell she cocks the gun, snaps up and fires once more. This time and at this range, there is no way to miss. Gaist was nice enough to let me catch up on my last turn too so: (15:55:37) FathisMunk: !wild d10-2 shooting (15:55:38) ***MadBot rolled a (1d10-2) with wild die for FathisMunk and got ( 3 0 ) Results: 3 Current turn: (15:36:59) FathisMunk: !wild d8+1 horror (15:37:00) ***MadBot rolled a (1d8+1) with wild die for FathisMunk and got ( 2 4 ) Results: 4 One on the spirit die, that's one free dementia point wooooh (15:38:57) FathisMunk: !wild d8+2 unshake (15:38:58) ***MadBot rolled a (1d8+2) with wild die for FathisMunk and got ( 7 4 ) Results: 7 (17:36:09) FathisMunk: !wild d10-2 shooting (17:36:09) ***MadBot rolled a (1d10-2) with wild die for FathisMunk and got ( 11 7 ) Results: 11 (17:37:04) FathisMunk: !sw 4d6 close range damage with a raise (17:37:05) ***MadBot rolled a (4d6) with a raise for FathisMunk and got ( 4 1 1 4 ) Total: 10
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Séverine Gascoigne Séverine sharply inhales through her incisors at the unfolding carnage! She grips the handle of her gun tighter before rising up to return fire on the soldier pinning them down. Horror check: * MadBot rolled a (1d10+1) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 5 6 ) Results: 6; Spirit check: * MadBot rolled a (1d10) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 4 4 ) Results: 4 Sten Mk.I-V Submachine Gun d6 (2d6+1, 12/24/48, RoF 3, Shots 32, AP 1, Auto): * MadBot rolled a (1d6) with wild die for Razeam and got ( 16 4 ) Results: 16; Damage roll: * MadBot rolled a (4d6+1) for Razeam and got ( 8 3 1 4 ) Total: 17
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies He ducks behind his cover as the flames and bullets fly. The shouts, screams, shots and booms blend into one horrible, deafening sound. The sight of the Germans taking shots at Harry makes him brave enough to pop up from cover though, as he levels his gun at the nearest Jerry bastard. <A_Velociraptor> !wild d8+3 (Horror) * MadBot rolled a (1d8+3) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 5 4 ) Results: 5 <A_Velociraptor> !wild d8+4 (Spirit) * MadBot rolled a (1d8+4) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 10 7 ) Results: 10 <A_Velociraptor> !wild d8 (shooting) * MadBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 3 5 ) Results: 5 <A_Velociraptor> !wild 2d6+1 (damage) * MadBot rolled a (2d6+1) with wild die for A_Velociraptor and got ( 6 9 3 ) Results: 15
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 Amidst all the gunfire and chaos erupting around him, Joe stood his ground. With his Nazi machine gun braced against his body, he continued to spray the barracks with hot molten death. Suppressive fire towards the barracks doors. Maschinengewehr 42 (Damage 2d8, RoF 3, 30/60/120, Shots 20/50, Min Str d8, AP 2, Auto, Snapfire) Spirit roll: <Doc_bubonic> !wild 1d8 * MadBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Doc_bubonic and got ( 6 3 ) Results: 6 Gunfire roll <Doc_bubonic> !wild 3d10-2 * MadBot rolled a (3d10-2) with wild die for Doc_bubonic and got ( 0 0 1 3 ) Results: 0 1 3 )
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Ronnie Bullets continue to fly around the room, at far too many angles to keep track of. Moving for cover would ruin his shots, and anyway, why bother? It's not like anywhere in the room is safe anyway. There is no shelter here. Only Nazis, their machines of war, and a few damned souls just like himself sent to be their bogeyman. And so, in the hail of lead, shrapnel and blood, Ronnie simply stands his ground, seemingly intent on emptying his entire magazine into whichever of the Nazi troopers he has the best angle to. There's an eerie cold eagerness in his eyes, and it's possible - possible - the corner of his mouth has begun to curl upwards. [12:07] <FractionJackson> !wild 1d8+1 horror [12:07] * MadBot rolled a (1d8+1) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 5 5 ) Results: 5 [12:07] <FractionJackson> !wild 1d8 shaken or stirred [12:07] * MadBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for FractionJackson and got ( 3 5 ) Results: 5 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 1d10 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (1d10) for FractionJackson and got ( 9 ) Total: 9 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 1d10 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (1d10) for FractionJackson and got ( 8 ) Total: 8 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 1d10 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (1d10) for FractionJackson and got ( 6 ) Total: 6 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 1d6 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (1d6) for FractionJackson and got ( 4 ) Total: 4 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 2d8 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (2d8) for FractionJackson and got ( 5 14 ) Total: 19 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 2d8 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (2d8) for FractionJackson and got ( 6 3 ) Total: 9 [12:14] <FractionJackson> !sw 2d8 [12:14] * MadBot rolled a (2d8) for FractionJackson and got ( 4 4 ) Total: 8 [12:15] <FractionJackson> !sw 1d6 for first shot raise [12:15] * MadBot rolled a (1d6) with a raise for FractionJackson and got ( 4 1 ) Total: 5 [12:15] <FractionJackson> oh huh [12:15] <FractionJackson> I didn't realize it could do that now, I'll have to remember that, let's just call that 1 the raise on the second shot then, so, 23 10 8 for damage
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Chaos continues to unfurl in the center as Ronnie’s rattling gunfire is brought to bear on soldiers still present, sending one of them sloughing out of sight before he can open fire on the commando’s fellows. Taking quick stock, Dicky levels a crack shot that catches the firing German across the collarbone and neck behind cover, sending him decisively crumpling with a gurgle. Meanwhile, Victoire, having maneuvered swiftly in and out of fire and re-positioned, rises to snap a shot off that cleanly connects with her target, ending him with a gruesome flourish as his weapon goes clattering to the floor. It is then that Harry swivels against the soldiers behind cover and bringing his flamethrower to bear, the big Maori looses a second blossom of belching flame to engulf the space soliciting screaming as the last man behind cover scrambles to try to evade the flames only to be clipped in the midst of Carter’s leveled suppressive fire. Shouts and commands are heard loudly carrying among the din in the barracks as smoke unfurls and blossoms in the office space which in turn has seemingly triggered further alarms, ears ringing as the team is beset. Séverine levels a decisive shot into the barracks as the soldiers behind cover are dealt with, clipping another taking up a firing position beyond Carter’s field of fire as the soldier tumbles limply behind a bunk with the sight of crimson. There is a momentary lull among the rolling firefight, with indiscriminate fire arcing across the opening from the barracks—and at the moment, Carter’s bursts and Harry’s flames seem to have driven back further arrivals. Maksim has a look around, but apart from typewriters, maps, charts and multitudinous files—many of which are spreading with the growing blaze cooking off over corpses—there’s no further signs of direct influence for the rest of the facility. In all of the chaos, the gang ended up with some overkill for available targets by the end of the round, so I gave Severine’s hit to a barracks soldier when her initiative came up. I’ve drawn initiative for another round, but there aren’t actually enemies present to engage with currently, so I’ll suspend it and drop us temporarily into open action. Redeye asked in IRC about ending the naval guns, but there’s nothing in this room to influence their fire unfortunately; they are bound to be large, manned emplacements set into the cliff arctic cliff face. You have three avenues out of this room: the stairs whence you came (from which you do hear more shouting and movement nearby,) the hall Harry torched everyone in (presently partly on fire, but navigable,) and the barracks, which is all sorts of hazy now after suppressive fire and a grenade have sown disarray for something of a bloodbath there. You’ve got a breather for decision making and the room you’re in is on fire in one corner.
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Séverine Gascoigne She stands and momentarily steadies herself on a nearby desk. "I'd rather investigate beyond that fiery hallway than sift through those barracks." The second lieutenant gestures at their point of entry and adds, "We might be flanked either way."
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Mladyshi Serzhant Maksim Smirnov "Aaach, chyort!" Maksim throws up his hands, sending papers scattering. "Nothing!" He grabs at a fire extinguisher and vents his fury on the flames--probably these documents are important, but like hell if he can sort through them now! "Well, I think good news is we have thrown wrench in logistics. Bad news is, guns are not stopping!" He gives the spectacled paper pusher a look. "This is important. Which way to big guns?"
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 "I agree with the Russky. Which way to the big guns. We need to take those out. No matter what's between us and them."
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies He lets out a long held breath when his shot downs his target and the sound of gunfire and screams end soon after. "Guns sounds like a jolly good plan," he agrees with the others. "Christ knows we can't stay here for long." He nods over to the growing fires nearby. "I vote for the burning hallway over the barracks, absolutely." Wasting no time, he moves over to the various charts and maps and grabs what he can. A map of the base will help to no end, but anything else these buggers have chartered of the surrounding area will work better in the long run. That is, if they make it out of this chaos alive... I'll be grabbing whatever maps and charts I can before we move on.
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Heavy thunderous thudding tempo blossoms with each cacophonous cannonade, joined with the din of alarms sounding off and shouts heard echoing from below. Smoke billows from the spreading flames, choking the room with a burgeoning, bleary haze as a hissing sizzle erupts from nearby. More base personnel and soldiers can be heard surging, arrivals inbound from the stairwell whence the team came and the garrison in kind—while jostled, the bespectacled man gestures toward the corridor still bristling with Harry’s grisly handiwork once the demands are translated to him. While Dicky does not find anything that seems to indicate the layout of Ritscher Station here—the pilot does snatch up something that catches his particular eye: documents indicating a Luftflotte Antarktika. Dicky’s find with even a cursory review brings to the fore a startling realization that the Nazi forces had established at least one other base in Antarctica which had eluded the Allied Forces scouting. One Oberst Hannah Wernicke is mentioned in the documents. Welcome to 2019! We’ve dropped out of initiative for now; you have a lot of heat coming in on you in a variety of definitions of the word. Supposedly, the flaming body-strewn corridor will lead you towards the big guns present at the base. Everyone gains a Benny.
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