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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Rattling crackles of machine-gun fire and the snappy retort of rifle and smaller calibers alike drop the last of the sentries as swiftly as the sortie had begun—leaving the rest of the team moving swiftly to cover ground towards the station’s sizable doors. Ahead of his fellows, Maksim arrives down the slush-strewn and heavily churned slope into Ritscher’s entrance—where the soldier spies a man in a long and heavy winter coat rushing toward a windowed booth shouting "Geschützfeuer!” Within the booth, Maksim sees another man bathed in dull light, his face struck with a surprised expression as eye contact is made with the Soviet soldier. Beyond the grand bay doors, Maksim sees a long, broad concrete corridor leading off some forty yards towards a much larger chamber—while a second large corridor branches off along the side to his left midway down; as well, he also sees another figure in a slate gray jumpsuit running deeper into the station. Outside, as Harry rummages through the contents of the pillbox with haste the big man unearths a radio and fishes free a small ring of keys. Sentries decisively dispatched. Maksim is ahead of the team and has eyes on three individuals; the doors have not been engaged as of yet. Harry recovered a radio as well as keys of unknown use. The team is free and clear to advance on the entrance to the station; given the layout, you’ve got a long haul down a broad, open corridor with no cover to speak of before arriving at the larger cavern ahead—or the adjoining side corridor midway down.
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 Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 2, D 0/5, Shots 6/6 (slugs)Victoire was pretty sure that they didn't really have the manpower to just waltz in the front door, but she guessed that they didn't really have many other options right now. The outer sentries had been taken care of and if they didn't take advantage of this opportunity the base would probably go on lock down and the whole operation would become even more complicated. It was time to throw herself into la gueule du lion , the lion's jaws. She jumped up, grabbed her shotgun tightly and ran for the entry. Running towards the door, light footed gives me some extra speed
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Harry Manahi He smiles grimly, pocking the keys and turning on the radio, placing it to his ear briefly to see if reception was any better this close to the base as he crouches out of the door, rifle at the ready and bayonet affixed. Seeing everyone else make for the doors, he follows suit, keeping low and erratic in his path to avoid anyone drawing a bead on him and using whatever coverage is available before passing through the double doors. Once inside, instead of continuing down the main corridor, he gestures to the side, hissing, "This way, this way!" He holds up the radio. "Who speaks Kraut?" Figure getting off the main path is probably a good idea.
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Ronnie With a little more ground to cover than the rest of them, Ronnie's in last. They'll probably seal the base soon, he figures, but in a moment everyone will be inside, and at that point they can make as much havoc as possible. And if they hold out long enough for the cavalry to arrive - why, they'll just be legends, at that point. Just moving up, nothing fancy.
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Harry Manahi He hands the radio to Victoire. "Monitor their transmissions, let me know if they've been alerted. If we can I want to talk them down about any alarms raised down here, call it a false alarm, whatever."
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Maksim raises his weapon as the man in the booth raises a forearm and palm—the echoing report of the shot carrying on down the concrete corridor as glass spiderwebs around bullet holes, the booth obscured as the sentry is seemingly slain. Casting a glance down after the other individual, Maksim sees no sign of them—though the rest of the team soon descends down the entryway, rendezvousing with the Soviet where he stands. With a snap decision, the team hastens to bolt off down the side corridor, the radio Harry has on hand crackling with reports. Gunfire is referenced starkly along with questions and the quick snap of commands—while the notion of sowing disarray over radio is aired, the team can hear the distant panicked shouting of a German women from further off down the path not traveled. Presently, there were more pressing matters for immediate attention. Following the broad side corridor, the team arrives at an enormous paddock hedged in by a huge steel portcullis separating the corridor. Ahead, the team can see twelve immense concrete pens arranged around a stable docket where huge harness and saddle equipment can be spied. Within the pens, bathed in dark red-tinged light, are more of the mammoth monstrosities encountered with the scouting team. A strangely metallic stench emanates from the pens—and hanging from a pair of sizable iron hooks chained and set into tracks in the ceiling above are massive slabs of whale meat. An access control panel can be seen set in the wall just before the portcullis itself—while odious, onerous sounds and smells drift free from the pens beyond. Booth sentry is dead, while the runner beat feet. Radio chatter is trying to clarify the situation, but downplaying gunfire is going to be tricky enough before having to account for the exterior posting being wiped out. Your current course has led you to a dead end, but you are also not currently yet engaged with active opposition.
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Harry Manahi His head jerks around as he hears screaming as someone runs, then skids to a stop in front of the paddock, cursing under his breath. More monstrosities, and here he is without his drat flamethrower. Which was outside in the snow. It'd come in drat handy in here about now. "Dead end," he observes with outward calm, reloading his rifle. "Need to get back outside, left my party favors in the boot. You all think you can take out Screamin' Mimi back there while I do that? Aces." He nods to Ronnie, heading back the way they came and keeping low and his rifle ready. Well poo poo I forgot my sled fulla goodies, let's see if I can't fetch it and have some real fun before reinforcements arrive. I'm runnin' as fast as caution'll let me to the sled I just trekked all the way here with and bringin' it in.
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood He beats feet with the others, sweating under his winter clothes now they are out of the direct cold weather. The screams from beyond make his heart beat more as it promises coming reinforcements. "We're at a dead end?" he says, looking quickly around the room and trying to avoid lingering on the penned in monsters for too long. "We could..." he responds to Séverine. "But we're between them and Jerry so we'll just have them at our heels." When Harry runs back, Dicky looks to Ronnie. "Big man's right, that screaming harpy is going to cause more trouble for us." He hoists his Sten into a better grip to punctuate his sentence. "Shall we?"
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 "Looks like we're gonna have to go the other way." Joe leans the machine gun on his shoulders. "And if we were to set these things loose, we should make sure we're behind them instead of in front of them. Let them take the jerrys' bullets before us."
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Mladyshi Serzhant Maksim Smirnov "I think this is possible," the Russian concurs, pointing at the slabs of meat. "They look terrible, yes. But if they are rideable, they must be controllable. We face them where we want them to go with meat." He moves over to the control panel, trying to apply his rudimentary German to figure out which levers control the gates and hooks. "Chyort, perhaps we could ride them!" General plan is to lower the meat, maneuver the beasts into position, and then drive them down the narrow corridors into the center of the base. Alternately we could use them as mounts ourselves, but that probably requires skills none of us have. It would be cool as hell though.
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Séverine Gascoigne She eyes her remaining comrades and continues the conversation, "Manahi grabbed a prod… that and the meat should work for those beasts." A pause. "I doubt we could ride it into combat without training. It'd only be a risk worth taking if we needed to retreat," she soon divulges her opinion.
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 "Guess they would work, but we might want to make sure all of us are behind the stampede."
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies He's baffled by the sheer size of the place, coming to a standstill in his run. No simple supply base, indeed. This is the sort of place used to launch an invasion. And here they were smack bang in the centre of it. "Jesus Christ," he whispers under his breath. Making it out of here alive seems to be getting less and less likely by the minute. Up ahead he spots their runaway nearly at the guardhouse, screaming like a drat banshee. He's no good shot with the Sten in his hands and he doubts even the noise of the caverns movements will muffle his poorly aimed shots. The Commando to his side is no doubt a better shot though... "There she is," he says to Ronnie, pointing out the running figure. "Shoot or leg it back. It's up to you, chap!"
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Harry Manahi Harry legs it, double time, cursing himself for forgetting the gear before abandoning the self-recrimination as counterproductive. He just hauls rear end, then hauls sled, back up past the corpses and to the and through the gate, still open and unguarded. Fair enough. He pauses inside, donning the flamethrower and adjusting it on his shoulders, considering as he thinks about their options. Trudging up next to Ronnie and Dicky, his eyebrow raises at the sight of the huge base. "Crikey," he comments quietly, shifting the weight on his back. "That's a piece of work cut out for us here, then, innit?" He nods to himself, glancing at Ronnie, then turns to Dickie. "Right. Let's go." He claps the man on the shoulder. "We're bloody outnumbered, mates, and we've got our guys sailing into a meatgrinder unknowin', so here's my two pence: we're gonna free those monsters an' we're gonna set their furry asses a'fire, herd'm on down towards that ordinance, there, and basically cause as much of a bloody ruckus as we might before we're discovered, yeah?" Harry, at least, seems under no illusions as to whether that's an if or a when. He turns and heads back down towards the tapu critters, not realizing much the same idea has occurred to his comrades.
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Ronnie "Well, we ain't gettin' all of them in one go, that's for sure..." He eyes the distance, then shakes his head at Dicky. "It's a poo poo shot from here, if I'm being honest, and it ain't like they didn't already raise the alarm from here. It don't matter. What does matter is those big guns." Turning around as Harry rolls up, Ronnie listens before nodding in agreement. "We could bait a few squads into a hallway and spray 'em, but you're right; we gotta be more creative if we wanna get 'em all." As Harry turns to leave, Ronnie prepares to head back as well. "C'mon, Dicky. Let's help them set the distraction. Once they're running around dealing with those...maybe we can find a way to spike those guns before they start tearing the landing zones to pieces."
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Ratcheting rattling clanking sounds as the pens to the supernatural grotesqueries are entered—that central staging chamber slung with the equipment and gristle-smeared utensils of necessity keepers unseen required. While a notion of mounting up aboard the weapon-readied saddles does cross the table of options, the team elects instead to focus on ultimately turning the monstrosities loose to sow whatever pandemonium they could. Tensions mounted, adrenaline still bristling, chains jostle away as great slabs of meat of indeterminable origin are lowered—the caged creatures growing piqued at what must be familiar feeding time. Ronnie and Harry move in tandem for the last preparation before levers are swung with decisive force—and as the containment pens open reinforced portals of cold iron, the team is left with a moment of uncertainty enough to make hearts skip a beat as enormous beasts lumber free so near to the strike team’s own predominately meat-based forms. Crunching, squelching and tearing tissue fills the air with odious aromas and unsettling sounds. Then, with a sizzling hiss, heat blossoms and flames pour out before pandemonium blooms. Horrible wails echo as the grotesque mammoths rail and thrash—the heavy thudding of devastating footfalls setting a dangerous clamor in the staging area. A bucking behemoth kicks out with force enough that the concrete at Harry’s flank cracks, the big Maori narrowly missed by the inflamed blow—and as the rest of the team takes cover, a thunderous and calamitous charge spills force down the access corridor away from the carnage of the pens. At the far end of the passage, a pair of arctic soldiers round the corner in time to spy the madness heading their way. One of the men scrambles to bolt back around the corner in time—but the other, transfixed in shock, is foisted up in a furl of a mammoth’s tentacled muzzle before loosing a shrill scream as viscera is splattered along the wall and ceiling. Alarms, whether already set in motion from the earlier sighting or now resultant from the beasts loose, flood the station. Shouting can be heard, along with the swelling staccato of crackling gunfire from further in the base. Some of the bests veer right, stumbling their way towards the exit of Ritscher Station—while others, veer left, enraged and inflamed as they barrel towards the base beyond. Far, far, far, far later than I would have liked, but here’s an update—and the daunting results of your daring plan. Not all of the beasts went into the base, as some made a run for the freedom outside—but you’ve certainly created a distraction of some magnitude. Harry narrowly avoided getting splattered; the others were assumed to wisely take cover as quickly as possible and staying well out of the way of the beasts. Folks will need to make a test against the sight of the gruesome end the soldier endured—but other than that, anyone’s who’s still aboard is free to act again.
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Joe Carter Bennies 2 Dementia 0 Joe looked on as the herd stampeded ahead. He didn't wait long before taking advantage of the chaos and to follow them. Neither the smell of the beasts nor the horrific injuries they inflicted on the Nazis bothered him much. This was just another horror in a war filled with them. "Come on. We got our distraction, time to move." He urged his fellow soldiers. Rifle ready, he started to move further into the base. Joe has the Blood and Guts advantage, so this is one roll he doesn't have to make.
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Mladyshi Serzhant Maksim Smirnov Maksim lets out a roar of delight at the stampede, only momentarily dimmed by the sight of the smashed soldier. "Euch. Bad way to go." He shakes his head. "Fast, though. Better than fascists deserve! Now they are definitely distracted--we must move, srochno!" He hefts his submachine gun, and takes off in hot pursuit of the herd. Moving at full speed in the general direction of deeper into the base. Madbot rolled D8+2 on the Nausea and got (8 6) for 8, a pass. Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 06:34 on Jun 9, 2018 |
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Richard 'Dicky' Barton-Morewood 3 bennies He grimaces at the stampede and death caused by the rampaging monstrosities. It's an ugly sight but, sadly for him, ugly sights are becoming the norm these days. "Best distraction I've ever seen..." he says to the others. He then checks his gun for what must surely be the thousandth time and makes his way along with the others. They were right; this distraction would only be good for a limited time and now they had to move. !wild d8+2 * MadBot rolled a (1d8+2) with wild die for Gaist and got ( 9 7 ) Results: 9
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Antarctica - Ritscher Station Rendezvousing, the assault team rounds the concrete corridor into the bay of the station beyond—pandemonium carried out by the abominable pachyderms trampling a path down towards the dockyards and water beyond. With a moment to take stock, the team can spy dozens, if not hundreds of personnel across the span of the enormous subterranean station—many of whom appear to be wearing weatherized jumpsuits, coveralls and other worker apparel as they had, until moments prior, been operating cranes, forklifts and other assignments. Directly ahead of the team sits a largely featureless concrete structure set into the open among the cavern beyond; from it, six infantry have set out rushing after the loosed monsters as two more rush inside past whence they came. Spread far to the left, the team can spy warehouses along with concrete structures—garrisons, seemingly, suitable for countless personnel. Beyond that, the cavern seems to continue for quite a span as the water trails deeper into the arctic terrain. Looking to the right, the team can see more of the facility spread along the upper reaches of the cavern: catwalks and other concrete structures overlooking the complex, the largest of which features a large spanning window to oversee activities below with a large spiral staircase leading to the bay beneath it. Further along the cavern walls to the right colossal blast doors can be seen built into the rock face of the approach. Passage to the opposite side of the cavern does not seem readily apparent, apart from the exposed catwalks—but they appear to continue on into further concealed structures on the opposite side of the bay. Alarms begin to sound over loudspeakers above, signaling a station-wide alert—but with a moment’s passage it seems evident to signify more than just monsters running amok. So for a refresher recap, you have identified three full-sized warehouses, a fully operational dock with four motorized steel cranes and numerous cargo trucks, a large concrete bunker-like structure that appears to be a guardhouse, as well as numerous workshops and other structures. You can see that there are a lot of people in the station, and a great many of them appear to be non-combatants as well. It’s difficult to ascertain the full spread of the base beyond recognizing that there are numerous structures built into + leading into the actual rock surrounding the cavern, so it is reasonable to conclude that the base probably honeycombs beyond what you can see. At the moment, you’re still under element of surprise, though there’s no telling how long that will last. Going by the loudspeaker chatter, it would seem the base is readying to rebuke the Allied forces on the approach, however.
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Victoire Doucet, W 4/4, B 2, D 0/5, Shots 6/6 (slugs) Chaos breaks loose as the beasts rush forward and Victoire finds herself anxiously looking around after their passage. Luckily the others seem fine and the only mangled remains around used to be Nazi. Unfazed she rushes after her companions into the main space of the cave. "Zose windows up zere," Victoire points towards the view bay overlooking the base, "must be some kind of command or communication central. If we could get up zere we could probably disrupt zeir operations. Alternatively we might find something to take it out from down here. Some Panzerfaust would be nice right now" Late spirit test (20:32:39) Fathis_Munk: !wild d8 (20:32:40) ***MadBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Fathis_Munk and got ( 3 13 ) Results: 13
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Séverine Gascoigne "Command would be an ideal target." She purses her lips underneath the balaclava before glancing from Victoire to the others. "We can't let this early success get to our heads… let's proceed with caution to this central location, gentlemen."
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Mladyshi Serzhant Maksim Smirnov Maksim listens to the intercom chatter, mouthing the German silently, and then his face turns grim. "We are on clock. They have spotted invasion fleet. We need to find fire control center." [20:54] <Redeye> !wild 1d8 [20:54] * MadBot rolled a (1d8) with wild die for Redeye and got ( 29 16 ) Results: 16 [20:54] <Redeye> WELL THEN. Rolling Notice. I'm looking for the fastest way to any sort of control center, preferably one that controls the shore defenses. Redeye Flight fucked around with this message at 03:20 on Jun 20, 2018 |
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Ronnie "Don't need to spike the guns if no one's left that can tell 'em where to shoot," Ronnie agrees in reference to both the command post and the fire control. "Can take point when we move out, if ya want," he offers.
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