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PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?


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Barter=4 | Harm=9:00 | XP ●●●○○»

Oh Holy gently caress
I was expecting some yelling, maybe a brawl. Not this clusterfucking shitshow. Its almost enough to distract me from the pain. Almost. And as much as I want to just say gently caress them all, poor Rosa doesn’t deserve to get gutted. To have her blooood draaaa….

poo poo. Almost blacked out. Gotta think fast. She’s in Thumper, but there’s no way she’s gonna stick her head out to button up. Does she know about the auto-lock? poo poo, getting too fuzzy. My link-helmet, gently caress me its still strapped to my head. Can’t access the controls without a hardline, but its still got a tight-beam multifreq radio link to the cockpit. I finagle the mouthpiece, blood making things slippery. “Listen Rosa, I’m stuck on the other side of this shitshow, and there’s some fucker with a pigsticker and a grudge wandering about in addition to the fuckholes shooting. Hit the three red toggles right in front of the hatch, it’ll close Thumper up tight and you’ll be good until this dies out. I gotta go mensi, need to deal with this blood.”

Aaand I’m done. I really hope that Rosa survives, and I say a short prayer to Zee that she’ll protect her. But I need to make sure I loving survive, its off to the Infirmary.

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Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"


Cool: 0 Hard: +1 Hot: +2 Sharp: +1 Weird -1
XP: 4

I'm thinking I got this. I'm thinking it's all going well. And then things suddenly go real fast. Crazy Ivan pulls his gun and tries to shoot at Boya, and the other soldiers follow training and shoot him and the Shrikes follow their training and shoot at them, eveyrthing explodes with fire and ashes as Cpl. Alboah bursts out and then everyone follows their training and takes cover position and opens fire at eachother.

I can't really yell about not acting like soldiers. Returning fire when being fired on is a pretty standard rule. Only person I can blame really is Crazy Ivan, current status likely deceased.

I can't just Sarge my way through this. This poo poo got drilled into them so they can do it without thinking. I'm probably a bad soldier for still having my shotgun on my back and not taking shots myself. But I guess I was a civvie for too long. Point is, no order I'm giving is really gonna get through to them now. Their attention is on the guys with guns on the other side. I need to get to something that's drilled in them just as hard for them to stop shooting.

I look at the Shrike medic, looking nervously at one of the fallen Shrikes, clearly wanting to go help them, but worried about braving the killing ground. That's when the idea strikes. Because no matter how desperate and raw we are, one thing is drilled into a soldier. It's poo poo to shoot at medics. Or unarmed people. We all make a big show of how we're big killers, but most soldiers. They see an unarmed figure, they're not gonna shoot. And so I stand, my arms wide and empty hands visible. "MEDIC COMING THROUGH, DON'T SHOOT!" It's not a sudden end to hostilities, but it is basic, vital enough that even with tunnel vision on opponents, it draws your attention. Makes people hesitate, make people pause shooting and give their brains the chance to catch up on them. And if they're not shooting at others but taking cover, than that gives some brains on the other side the time to also catch up, and maybe we'll end up with less of those brains spread all over this planet's surface.

I physically cover the medic, moving slow, deliberate, never lowering hands below my shoulders as I try to guide them through the blood soaked, dust clogged no man's land.

@Sgt. Vasile Petrescu (Shogeton): 2d6+1 chaotic free for all = (5+4)+1 = 10 (except my cool is 0, so that's a nine) I will prevent harm to the lead medic (or the medics if they can count as a gathered npc) and calm the choas, meaning everyone deals and takes -1 harm

Platonicsolid
Nov 17, 2008




Cool: +3 | Hard 0 | Hot +1 | Sharp +1 | Weird -1

"God loving drat it," I hiss. "Fuckfuckfuck. Should have shot him when I had the chance." Profit should at least see the big picture, even if she's still got it in for me.

"Hold on..." I say, and eye Reine. She's on my side, which means... "You okay to handle a weapon?"

Tricky
Jun 12, 2007

after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage




Cool +1 | Hard +2 | Hot -1 | Sharp +1 | Weird +2
Harm: 3:00 | Experience: ●●●○○» | 7-barter

I pat Leroy's — my, I suppose — DMR and give Casino a quick nod, "Yes, ma'am. I won't slow you down."

Platonicsolid
Nov 17, 2008




Cool: +3 | Hard 0 | Hot +1 | Sharp +1 | Weird -1

"Good," I answer. "Then let's go. Gotta be prepared," I say, "sounds like everybody getting some of the duststorms." It's a Martianism I drop in without really thinking about it. Whenever somebody had been out of the domes, in a rover or one of the little emergency habs, they could start to hallucinate. Some were so bad people would rip themselves out of their suits and suffocate.

With Reine in tow, I start humping it back to command.

Platonicsolid fucked around with this message at Jan 27, 2018 around 03:18

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL



Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot=0 Sharp+1 Weird-1 | 3:00 Harm | 2-Armor | XP ●●●●○» | 0-Barter
RLS-4B Dagger Speed+1 Handling=0 Massive=0 0-armor | Shrikes 3-harm gang medium savage 1-armor


I'm half-cooked, coughing my lungs out, my head feels like it wants to split, that rear end in a top hat Huan just threw into the deep end of poo poo creek, and most of all I am pissed the gently caress off. And whatever the hell is going on out here is going to get everyone killed.

I shove the PDA into a pocket on my fatigues, then get up on the top of the nearest convenient stationary object that isn't on goddamn fire, which happens to be Sideways' little tank. Then I'm channeling my drill sergeants and shouting as loud as I can, into the comms too. "CEASE FIRE! ALL UNITS CEASE FIRE! CEASE loving FIRE! GODDAMMIT THAT'S AN ORDER!"

@Profit (Comrade Gorbash): 2d6+2 Pack Alpha = (6+5)+2 = 13

quiggy
Aug 7, 2010

[in Russian] Oof.





Cool+1 | Hard=0 | Hot+1 | Sharp-1 | Weird+2
Harm: 0:00 | 1-armor | 4-barter | 3/5 XP

"Isaiah, you're right. I've seen everything I need to see. We need to take Central, now."

Without another word, I'm off, back on our original plan, my crew close behind me.

Mr. Prokosch
Feb 14, 2012

Behold My Magnificence!


META - I think the 'session' is winding down unless someone like Reine wants to wind it up again immediately. There won't be much time skip but I figure if Profit wants to secure her hold from Been and Zee wants to head into the jungle we should handle that after a session break.

Sideways

You stumble into the infirmary. Most of the docs have keeled over and most of the medical supplies have been stolen or hoarded. But, Brandon happens to be there. Brandon eyes you critically, "yeah, sure, I think I can keep you from dying. Medical poo poo ain't cheap and I'm not some Martian commu-cultist. I'm an American through and through and we get paid for our work."

What do you do?

Petrescu

You stride into that mess like a goddamn hero. These soldiers know not to shoot a medic, hell if they thought for a second they wouldn't even be shooting each other. You escort the medical personnel from person to person, their own training taking hold as they perform field triage and save lives with practiced efficiency. Their first impulse is to prioritize Shrikes, but you firmly guide them towards treating both sides of the battlefield.

You're so focused on your task it takes you don't even notice when you're hit by a stray round. It's only after you calm down and take stock that you see that some of the blood on your clothes is your own.

Take 2 harm from participating in the free for all

What do you do?

Profit

It takes a few seconds for your orders to take hold, but for most of these guys it's not a blood feud, yet. The Shrikes are used to listening to you, and the Old Guard are eager for a strong authority to give them orders again. So, bit by bit, the fighting calms down. Everyone who is still standing is behind some kind of cover, eyeing their target on the other side. Petrescu is with the medics out in the open. His actions have helped save a lot of wounded. Taking stock of the situation, if this had gone much worse there would be no Shrikes left worth mentioning. As it stands after these last two engagements you have more casualties than healthy fighters. You're going to need a poo poo-ton of medical supplies and able doctors to get them back in action. Been has most of the horded medical supplies. And, as it stands Been's gang outmatches yours.

The Shrikes take another 2-harm from this conflict. You currently only have a small gang of able fighters.

What do you do?

Casino

You end up just outside of a tense situation, able to scope it out easily enough. The gunfire died down but there are a lot of bodies on the ground. Petrescu and the medics are working on them. Shrikes and Old Guard are in wary pockets of cover, having ceased fire but not all hostilities. Major Profit is standing on top of the baby tank, in the open, shouting orders. If you have grudges, now would be an excellent opportunity to get even.

What do you do?

Reine

You can see the same thing as Casino. Since you have a kind of bond to him, you notice that good old Crazy Ivan, having taken enough punishment to kill a dozen men, is still 'alive.' He's missing a lot of major chunks but you notice his arm twitch and then bend, like he's going to try and rise again. No one has noticed him yet.

What do you do?

Zee

Armed and armored, though short your driver, the cult moves out. It will be a long trip through hostile territory before you reach Central Command. Once you get there you've already spied that it's a mess of allies and enemies, with large chunks of the base already fallen. You'll have a fight ahead of you.

You can leave now on foot, but you can also seize the motorpool to make the journey easier.

What do you do?

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
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"That's more loving like it," I snap. I take a breath, and then continue. "Major Huan is dead. I'm taking command of the firebase, as of this moment. I want the wounded collected, brought inside, and cared for. I want that making GBS threads fire out. I want Crazy Ivan up here, now, or what's left of him. And I want a unit ready for a fight assembled here in the next 10 minutes. We're soldiers, goddammit, now act like it."

I glare around at the assembled to drive the point home, then hop down off the mini-tank and grab a radio, twisting the dial to the main channel. "Casino, Zee. This is Profit. If you haven't gotten yourselves killed, I want to talk. Over."

Tricky
Jun 12, 2007

after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage




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Harm: 3:00 | Experience: ●●●○○» | 7-barter

Jesus. Looks like they got busy while I was playing hero, huh. I catch the general gist of things from the way Profit is hollering. Is she the new boss? I... guess I hitched myself to the right faction. And speaking of... Well, gently caress. Crazy Ivan didn't waste much time going from dying one way to dying another. But... hm, wait. He doesn't feel dead. In fact, he feels a lot like he's going to do some zombie poo poo and get everyone all riled up again. Profit should be so drat happy that I'm on her side. Saving her men, not letting their strange new attributes freak out her non-Shrike soldiers... And hey! She already knows a little bit about what's going on, so it shouldn't be too bad when I tell her why he's not really dead. It was a for a good cause.

I pat Jen on the shoulder and point her towards Profit, "Go ahead and report back in, okay? I'll be right there." Maybe that'll give me enough time to think about how to calm her down when she sees what happened to Ivan. I probably should ask Casino if my wandering off is okay with her, but since Profit gave everyone an order... that's just good soldiering.

I pick my way through the carnage and follow that itch in the back of my mind towards where Ivan's at. Before his arm can draw too much more attention, I take off Leroy's... or mine, I guess... jacket and do my best to wrap it around him. Part to keep him from moving, part to keep him together. That guy ate a ton of ammo. I'm not sure if I'd be doing so hot after something like that and he's only got a comparative taste of what I am. Once I've got him as contained as I can, I heft him up into my arms and start making for Profit.

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?


Hard =0 | Cool +2 | Hot +1 | Sharp +1 | Weird -1
Barter=3 | Harm=9:00 | XP ●●●○○»

I want to shoot the fucker. I want to scream the regs and MOS’ at him. But I’m just too drat tired. I lean against the big desk Brandon is sitting behind and stare him in the eyes. I pull out a couple of PX cards and place them on the metal in front of him, and put my other hand on the butt of my sawed-off. I try to speak, but it takes a couple tries for my voice to work properly.

“Listen. I’ve had a very weird and hosed-up day, and I’m just the first of the wounded that’s going to end up here. So how’s about you take these chits, shut your goddamn mouth, and stitch me up. And once I’m not dying on your little area rug here, we can get shitfaced and debate the merits of Terran late-stage capitalism vs. Martian anarcho-syndicalism. Deal?”

giving 1-barter to Brandon, but with strings attached so that I ace the Manipulation to patch me up

quiggy
Aug 7, 2010

[in Russian] Oof.





Cool+1 | Hard=0 | Hot+1 | Sharp-1 | Weird+2
Harm: 0:00 | 1-armor | 4-barter | 3/5 XP

Gotta get to Central Command, that's the only way of having the resources and communication I need to defend myself. And everyone else too, I guess. Getting there on foot is slow and probably suicidal, and seizing a motorpool isn't real great either. Thankfully, there's a third option. Lyft.

Once again I grab my radio, but this time I call Sideways. "Sister Sideways," --gotta keep this poo poo formal-- "we're returning to Lyft. Get there if you can, but if not may my blessing sustain you. Let us know if we should wait."

Let's roll. Again.

PoultryGeist
Feb 26, 2013

Crystals?


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Barter=3 | Harm=9:00 | XP ●●●○○»

quiggy posted:

"Sister Sideways, we're returning to Lyft. Get there if you can, but if not may my blessing sustain you. Let us know if we should wait."

“Go, and do what needs must. Rosa and I are stuck on the wrong side of this shitshow.” And then I pulse the transmit button, giving her a series of clicks over the line. And even if Mother Zee doesn’t know Martian click-code, there are several of us in the Family that could hear or that she has been inside the head of. Caution. Hunter. Hidden.

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"


Cool: 0 Hard: +1 Hot: +2 Sharp: +1 Weird -1
XP: 4 harm: 6.00


Everything feels kinda distant, dreamy. I'm guessing that watching some of the good soldiers start shooting each other, watching it all fall apart is kind of a blow. Or maybe that's just shock from the bullet having hit me. Maybe some kind of after effect of whatever knocked me out. As the guns stop, the medics don't really need my help getting to where they need to go. I'm walking wounded and they're doing triage, so I'm not top of their list. Walking kinda hurts though. What to do now? Oh yeah, report.

I stagger to where Major Profit is, managing a salute, though I think I shouldn't straighten up to full height with a bullet possibly in me. "Major Profit, urgent report. I lost consciousness near the armory because of unknown reasons. I woke up in a tunnel... which led straight into the garden near the mess."

"Also, I need to report that Crazy Ivan was acting... erratic before the firefight. He shot one of colonel Huan's aids as the... medics were helping him. And while the situation was tense... he tried to shoot PFC Boya, getting himself shot and setting off the firefight." He looked up at her. "I would consider... the possibility of mental manipulation. By someone who has interest in eroding the... chain of command. Someone who's been acting outside of it. And I'm not even talking about Been."

Shogeton fucked around with this message at Feb 11, 2018 around 13:30

Mr. Prokosch
Feb 14, 2012

Behold My Magnificence!


Profit

You get no immediate response from Casino or Zee. You spot Jen as she limps over to report.

"Sir! I'm sorry for my absence. Bravo 4 was ambushed in medical while trying to install an improved peg they'd scavenged. I was kidnapped while restrained and remained in their control before I was rescued by a specialist, Reine."

After that Petrescu comes with his report while Jen gives him the stink-eye.

Then Reine drags in the mutilated Crazy Ivan. Somehow, he's still breathing though you're not sure how that's possible. His eyes struggle to focus on you. Jen sobs when she sees him, her face an amalgam of rage and grief. "You fuckers! You did this to him! Erratic my rear end, he was trying to ID the loving traitors in our midst and you shot him before he could!"

What do you do?

Petrescu

You see what's left of Crazy Ivan, who should definitely be dead, get dragged in and you hear Jen's accusation.

What do you do?

Reine

Crazy Ivan gasps and twitches in your arms. You think you can take your gift back from him, if you try. But for now, he lives on through the power of the Light. The direct blood transfer is stronger than just a small fluid exchange. He may not be able to repair himself without an electrical charge though.

Jen nods at your gratefully, but her face falls when she sees Ivan. You hear what she says to Profit.

What do you do?

Sideways

The doctor works on you with the promise of payment. Rosa's fate is unknown, but she should be safe in that metal shell. Zee is taking the strongest of the congregation to make a journey through the jungle to the promised land. But you? You're heading off to dream land.

We'll pick this up next session

Zee

You can stuff some of your congregation with the best of your stolen equipment in Lyft. It will only be a small gang, but if your vision is any indication it could make a difference in the tense situation going on in Central Command. Tank is listening to the radio and laughs, "Thomson says be careful there's a hidden hunter after us. She should tell us something we don't know."

We'll pick this up next session

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"


Cool: 0 Hard: +1 Hot: +2 Sharp: +1 Weird -1
XP: 4 harm: 3.00

"The gently caress?" Petrescu just said, blinking in confusion, then anger.

"He loving drew a bead in the middle of a standoff. Even if his accusation were true, that stuff could have waited until his CO wasn't in the middle of a fire. And that doesn't explain why he shot at someone the Shrike's own medics were trying to save. And it doesn't explain how he's still alive after all this. I was standing right in front of him, Major. I know what happened. Normally, I'd say he's a traitor. But considering the suicidal way he did this, I'm thinking he's under influence. And he's not the only one."

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

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I set down the radio handset when Jen comes over and lean on the tank, trying to muster my strength. Listen coldly to her story, then Petrescu's. Look over my shoulder at what should be a corpse, that Reine's dragged in. Too many questions, and not enough time. And no response from Zee or Casino. I tap my fingers on the minitank for a moment, grinding my teeth.

"No, I don't think he's the only one," I tell Petrescu flatly. "It strikes me that everything I've been dealing with today, somehow you always turn up in the thick of it, like a bad loving penny. And now I've got dead Shrikes and... this," I nod at Ivan. "And you with some crazy goddamn story about tunnels and mind control."

I turn and step close to Petrescu. "I'm going to give you one chance to unfuck yourself, Sergeant. I want two things. One," I hold up a finger. "The people responsible for this bullshit with Bravo 4 on a silver goddamn platter. And two," I hold up another. "The rest of the able bodied soldiers on this base who are still interested in doing their goddamn jobs. Huan left me holding the bag on this. Your job is to make sure it's not full of poo poo. Now, is that something you can do, or do we have a problem?" I snarl.

Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"


Cool: 0 Hard: +1 Hot: +2 Sharp: +1 Weird -1
XP: 4 harm: 3.00

So my anger is just raising to hitherto unknown levels at this point. If I hadn't turned up, she'd not have any goddamn Shrikes left. "Sir, I can show you that tunnel. I just left it." I said through gritted teeth. "As to your other request," It's real tempting to point at Jen and say 'there's the one responsible' but that's not the soldier's way to handle this. You say "Sir, yes, sir." and then, I guess I'll just ignore that order.

"Sir, no sir. No problem." I say with an edge of frost in my voice.

Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL



Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot=0 Sharp+1 Weird-1 | 3:00 Harm | 2-Armor | XP ●●●●○» | 0-Barter
RLS-4B Dagger Speed+1 Handling=0 Massive=0 0-armor | Shrikes 3-harm gang medium savage 1-armor


“Good,” I reply. This isn’t over, I can tell, but I just need it not to be an immediate disaster. I turn to Reine. “Specialist...” I find myself at a loss for words. “What the gently caress?” I end up asking, spreading my hands.

Tricky
Jun 12, 2007

after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage




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Harm: 3:00 | Experience: ●●●○○» | 7-barter

As the Major and Sarge throw barbs at each other, I've been pretty quiet. Mostly because, hey, I'm just a lowly specialist in the presence of superior officers. Also a little because I'm figuring out exactly what pulling back the Light from Ivan would look like. I mean, don't get me wrong. I tried to save him! I want him alive as much as I want everyone here to be alive. But... I don't know. The Sarge is giving me a real hinky vibe, like he's just looking for an excuse to do something. Like he did with his boys and that peg leg. poo poo... I don't know. I don't know! This isn't exactly something I was trained to deal with.

I say, "It's... a complicated situation, ma'am, but Jen has the right of it. I came across a soldier holding Ivan captive, then followed that lead to where Jen was being held. Attempts to negotiate with the..." I pause, delicately considering how to put it. "...the captor failed and hostilities erupted. Major Casino can also add context to the aftermath of Jen's rescue. I can submit a full report if you would like. Given the sensitivity of the matter, perhaps in a more secure location?"

I've made my decision: I'm throwing in my lot with the Shrikes. If Profit goes for it, I'll tell her just about everything. She'll know what to do. What to do with Ivan, what to do with Patrescu, hell, maybe even what to do with getting some of those parts I need.

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Comrade Gorbash
Jul 12, 2011

MY PAPER SOLDIERS
FORM A WALL
FIVE PACES THICK AND
TWICE AS TALL



Cool+1 Hard+2 Hot=0 Sharp+1 Weird-1 | 3:00 Harm | 2-Armor | XP ●●●●○» | 0-Barter
RLS-4B Dagger Speed+1 Handling=0 Massive=0 0-armor | Shrikes 3-harm gang medium savage 1-armor


"Huh. Fine," I eye her, remembering a time I pressed a live wire into her hand. Whatever Reine is now, she's probably useful. "We've got a poo poo ton of work to do. Let's get it done."

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