Before receiving an answer to his first question, Dirk got the answer to his second question in the form of the blaring alarm.
He hurried over to join Ernesto at the weapons van, not batting an eye as the Cuban picked up the sniper rifle. No, he was looking for grenades, and that's all he cared about right now.
((If there are any grenades, Dirk takes as many as he can carry.))
After finishing his raid of the van, he found some decent cover near the front line, in other words, where the action would be. He then prepared a grenade for throwing.
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Gerard_Paloma
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Vive la resistance Blaine thinks wryly as the siren blares throughout the HQ. He watches carefully as the various scientists scramble to gather important documents and make their way to a safety zone. Not the first time, probably not the last, either. He follows the processional to the newly aquired weapons van. He sees the unnatural lust Ernesto has for the sniper rifle At first, such a thing can seem strange - to say the least. But he remembers very clearly exactly how many bullets were fired in the previous fire fight. Both Ernesto and Mikal were no-shit men of action. Such attention and respect to a weapon for them was obviously one of their highest compliments. Something no human could achieve, at least not through casual contact. Blaine knew better than to get in his way.
He also watched as Dirk pocketed as many grenades as he could - and a few more besides. As Dirk balanced his load, it was Blaine's turn to peek inside the van and see what stikes his fancy. He's not sure how much time until imminent becomes actual so hoists the first weapon he can lay his hands on. Given time, the rest of the hardware can be sorted out - hopefully. Blaine grabs the M29, testing it in his hands before claiming it. Then he begins the process of pocketing the clips for both the conventional rifle and the 20mm grenade launcher.
Excitement and dread course though his veins. After he's taken as much as he can, he turns to look for a good cover spot. Everyone seems to be settling in already, and here I am the odd man out. Before anything resembling panic sets in, the Asian fellow points out what could be a useful spot. He takes his position and starts checking the weapon and his sight lines. He looks for places where an enemy, or group of enemies might have a harder time moving. That's where I can put the grenade launcher to good use. In addtion he makes sure to know where everyone else is so that there aren't any friendly fire incidents. The only person he seems to have lost track of is Ernesto. While such a thing may be immediately troublesome, Blaine rationalizes that if one could see a sniper then it's too late.
He uses the next seconds to push everything else out of his mind. Stacey, the revolution, his aching bones even the ham sandwhich he was hoping to eat - all of these things were trivial should something bad™ happen.
He also watched as Dirk pocketed as many grenades as he could - and a few more besides. As Dirk balanced his load, it was Blaine's turn to peek inside the van and see what stikes his fancy. He's not sure how much time until imminent becomes actual so hoists the first weapon he can lay his hands on. Given time, the rest of the hardware can be sorted out - hopefully. Blaine grabs the M29, testing it in his hands before claiming it. Then he begins the process of pocketing the clips for both the conventional rifle and the 20mm grenade launcher.
Excitement and dread course though his veins. After he's taken as much as he can, he turns to look for a good cover spot. Everyone seems to be settling in already, and here I am the odd man out. Before anything resembling panic sets in, the Asian fellow points out what could be a useful spot. He takes his position and starts checking the weapon and his sight lines. He looks for places where an enemy, or group of enemies might have a harder time moving. That's where I can put the grenade launcher to good use. In addtion he makes sure to know where everyone else is so that there aren't any friendly fire incidents. The only person he seems to have lost track of is Ernesto. While such a thing may be immediately troublesome, Blaine rationalizes that if one could see a sniper then it's too late.
He uses the next seconds to push everything else out of his mind. Stacey, the revolution, his aching bones even the ham sandwhich he was hoping to eat - all of these things were trivial should something bad™ happen.
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Marcao
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Ernesto
As he had exited the van with his PSG-1 in hand, he had noted Dirk as he gleefully reached for whatever grenades he could find and as if he were bobbing for apples. He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly although the half-smile on his lips hinted at his pleasure. “happy hunting.” With those words said, his attention slid elsewhere only then catching sight of Blaine. As he walked past him, he nodded towards the man hoping that he pulled his weight in the coming conflict. He was still unsure about Blaine, but he was leaving just enough room in his mind to be surprised.
Even as he waited for the soldier near him to reply to him as to where he thought he could be of most use, his eyes were keenly aware of his surroundings. He was even now looking for the spot that offered him the most impact on the battle-field. If this was a bunker, then the ways in were limited. Ideally, the only way in was through the exact same way they had come. That meant that the hostiles had to take the elevator down. They could turn that elevator area into a no-man’s land easily enough. He did not wish to cluster around anyone, for multiple targets were tempting targets.
No, he wanted to be out of the way if at all possible. His head turned, his eyes darting about left to right and back again until he found a spot that seemed promising. He waited until the soldier spoke, considering his words before he moved towards the spot he felt offered the most promise. He was not going to move near Dirk, deciding that the temptation of having two high-threat targets so close to each other would be too tempting to the opposition. He had range to spare in his G36 and his PSG-1 and he planned on using them. He moved quickly, sprinting towards his destination as low to the ground as possible. Their enemies were not here yet, but he left nothing to chance. Eventually, he reached his spot. It was sandwiched between two large computer servers and partially obscured by a large work area. It was a good fit, allowing him ample cover and a clean fire lane.
Once there, he crouched behind the cover and placed down the PSG-1. He was tempted to use the Sniper Rifle, but he would only do so if the ammunition was adequate. If not, he would have to settle for using his G36. Either way, he was certainly going to make anyone bold enough to try and assault this bunker to pay in blood. He did some finishing touches, utilizing anything that he could find nearby to increase his cover. Once he had settled on what he felt was the best he could do, he would stay as silent as possible. He was well aware that augmented hearing was difficult to defeat. It was sound, not sight that alerted the modern cyber-soldier about someone sneaking in for a kill. By laying motionless and breathing as slowly as possible, he minimized the chances of being heard. It was a trick that he had employed throughout his life. He only wished that he were in the jungle now. In the forests of Cuba, he had been a ghost. Here, there was only so much that he could do.
He brought his chosen weapon to the ready, his eye glancing down the scope. He was as ready as he would be. Now, all that he needed was someone to kill. Pleasure coiled around his stomach at the thought, although he was professional enough not to bask in it. It was simply business.
notes:
1. Ernesto is trying to be stealthy after he chooses his hidey hole. So, stealth checks please.
2. If the PSG-1 had some AP rounds available, Ernesto will use it and simply place his G36 down within easy reach. If not, he will use his G36 and placed the PSG-1 down nearby.
3. I am assuming that the PSG-1 had a flash hider? How about a suppressor? Is it smart-chipped?
As he had exited the van with his PSG-1 in hand, he had noted Dirk as he gleefully reached for whatever grenades he could find and as if he were bobbing for apples. He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly although the half-smile on his lips hinted at his pleasure. “happy hunting.” With those words said, his attention slid elsewhere only then catching sight of Blaine. As he walked past him, he nodded towards the man hoping that he pulled his weight in the coming conflict. He was still unsure about Blaine, but he was leaving just enough room in his mind to be surprised.
Even as he waited for the soldier near him to reply to him as to where he thought he could be of most use, his eyes were keenly aware of his surroundings. He was even now looking for the spot that offered him the most impact on the battle-field. If this was a bunker, then the ways in were limited. Ideally, the only way in was through the exact same way they had come. That meant that the hostiles had to take the elevator down. They could turn that elevator area into a no-man’s land easily enough. He did not wish to cluster around anyone, for multiple targets were tempting targets.
No, he wanted to be out of the way if at all possible. His head turned, his eyes darting about left to right and back again until he found a spot that seemed promising. He waited until the soldier spoke, considering his words before he moved towards the spot he felt offered the most promise. He was not going to move near Dirk, deciding that the temptation of having two high-threat targets so close to each other would be too tempting to the opposition. He had range to spare in his G36 and his PSG-1 and he planned on using them. He moved quickly, sprinting towards his destination as low to the ground as possible. Their enemies were not here yet, but he left nothing to chance. Eventually, he reached his spot. It was sandwiched between two large computer servers and partially obscured by a large work area. It was a good fit, allowing him ample cover and a clean fire lane.
Once there, he crouched behind the cover and placed down the PSG-1. He was tempted to use the Sniper Rifle, but he would only do so if the ammunition was adequate. If not, he would have to settle for using his G36. Either way, he was certainly going to make anyone bold enough to try and assault this bunker to pay in blood. He did some finishing touches, utilizing anything that he could find nearby to increase his cover. Once he had settled on what he felt was the best he could do, he would stay as silent as possible. He was well aware that augmented hearing was difficult to defeat. It was sound, not sight that alerted the modern cyber-soldier about someone sneaking in for a kill. By laying motionless and breathing as slowly as possible, he minimized the chances of being heard. It was a trick that he had employed throughout his life. He only wished that he were in the jungle now. In the forests of Cuba, he had been a ghost. Here, there was only so much that he could do.
He brought his chosen weapon to the ready, his eye glancing down the scope. He was as ready as he would be. Now, all that he needed was someone to kill. Pleasure coiled around his stomach at the thought, although he was professional enough not to bask in it. It was simply business.
notes:
1. Ernesto is trying to be stealthy after he chooses his hidey hole. So, stealth checks please.
2. If the PSG-1 had some AP rounds available, Ernesto will use it and simply place his G36 down within easy reach. If not, he will use his G36 and placed the PSG-1 down nearby.
3. I am assuming that the PSG-1 had a flash hider? How about a suppressor? Is it smart-chipped?
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Yuuki wondered idly if they would get his EMP bomb in place in time for the battle. Probaby not, we didn't get much time.
After pointing out a good spot to one of the new guys, he double checked his equipment. He had the TMP's clip and two extras all loaded with steel core, while his CZ-75 and its single extra clip were still loaded with EFMJ like normal, but that was OK. Not like I'll need it in a big brewup like this is looking to be! His kubotan's ring was the only part of it sticking out of his pocket and the TMP's laser sight was charged up and ready to go at the flick of a switch. Finally, he knew which of his grenades were the 4 frags, and which were the 2 flashbangs and 3 tear gas (he was glad he'd taken apart some of his alarm system for this). After a bit of consideration, he took one of the tear gas grenades and duck taped it to a piece of concrete laying there on the ground so it would go off if he gave it a stiff kick. Of course I don't plan on being overrun, he though as he put his goggles up onto his forehead. It out to provide both cover and distraction if he had to beat a quick tactical retreat, and he could hold his breath while the goggles protected his eyes.
He saw the new hispanic mercenary go past with his rifles, and heard him hide himself as well. What he did not hear was anything after that, and this cheered him. Check, one angel of death.
This was going to be his first defense of a fortified position in, lets see, has it really been 9 years? If he was going to do much more of this he was going to have to work a bit at his rust encrusted rifle skills. Such are the wonders of the cause, its always making us expand our horizons, he though wryly, and then ammended. Not that it isn't real nice to have a cause again. Had waiting always been this difficult? Yes. Oh well. Once the fighting started he planned to stick his head up only occasionally, and mostly listen. If he saw a target close enough, he would aim then open fire with his SMG or throw a grenade as appropriate.
After pointing out a good spot to one of the new guys, he double checked his equipment. He had the TMP's clip and two extras all loaded with steel core, while his CZ-75 and its single extra clip were still loaded with EFMJ like normal, but that was OK. Not like I'll need it in a big brewup like this is looking to be! His kubotan's ring was the only part of it sticking out of his pocket and the TMP's laser sight was charged up and ready to go at the flick of a switch. Finally, he knew which of his grenades were the 4 frags, and which were the 2 flashbangs and 3 tear gas (he was glad he'd taken apart some of his alarm system for this). After a bit of consideration, he took one of the tear gas grenades and duck taped it to a piece of concrete laying there on the ground so it would go off if he gave it a stiff kick. Of course I don't plan on being overrun, he though as he put his goggles up onto his forehead. It out to provide both cover and distraction if he had to beat a quick tactical retreat, and he could hold his breath while the goggles protected his eyes.
He saw the new hispanic mercenary go past with his rifles, and heard him hide himself as well. What he did not hear was anything after that, and this cheered him. Check, one angel of death.
This was going to be his first defense of a fortified position in, lets see, has it really been 9 years? If he was going to do much more of this he was going to have to work a bit at his rust encrusted rifle skills. Such are the wonders of the cause, its always making us expand our horizons, he though wryly, and then ammended. Not that it isn't real nice to have a cause again. Had waiting always been this difficult? Yes. Oh well. Once the fighting started he planned to stick his head up only occasionally, and mostly listen. If he saw a target close enough, he would aim then open fire with his SMG or throw a grenade as appropriate.
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((In his next post Hotfoot should include what he was doing here, aka retroactive post, since I think we're all eager to continue))
This bunker is rather extensive, and only the parts near the entrance have been redeveloped, so running and hiding is easy for Stavis and any of the researchers and engineers who don't have an important role to play.
The terrain also favors Ernesto by the opening corridor being quite long and extending past the developed parts, allowing him to find a lovely spot behind a partial cave-in of the ceiling beyond the feasible range of an SMG. His flash hider would shield his own eyes from the muzzle blast, but make it all the more revealing to others. Once he fired his first shot, he would be effectively revealed.
Inside the developed areas, the engineers have erected several concrete barricades to provide cover, and the project's soldiers (all 7 of them) as well as Dirk, Blaine, and Yuuki find cover behind them. They're quite thick and sturdy, and should be able to stand up to any small arms fire or grenade fragments. RPGs and other heavy weapons would present a problem.
Recalling his briefing for the other side, Ernesto sees that the robotic HMG platforms aren't in as good shape as one would have hoped. One is hooked up to a large compuer, the reason for its inoperability not entirely clear. Another's tracks don't seem to be functioning, as it's just rooted in place in one of the side rooms. Only one of the three is actually working. It situates itself near the elevator, ready to unleash a hail of death upon any who descend it.
It takes at least a minute for some to get situated, and yet what seems like an eternity of tense waiting in silence passes before the service elevator starts descending. There doesn't appear to be anyone on it. After a moment of confusion, those with augmented vision capable of zoom make out that there's a claymore mine lying there. It goes off just after several shout "duck!". None of the barricaded humans are hit, but the only good robot is shredded, not being designed to take anything stronger than small arms fire.
The real attackers come in a few seconds later from ziplines. There are six of them, and they don't look like elite soldiers. More like hardcore gangsters. Dangerous, to be sure, but not professional. They have been well equipped however. The next wave slides down behind them, and the shooting starts.
This bunker is rather extensive, and only the parts near the entrance have been redeveloped, so running and hiding is easy for Stavis and any of the researchers and engineers who don't have an important role to play.
The terrain also favors Ernesto by the opening corridor being quite long and extending past the developed parts, allowing him to find a lovely spot behind a partial cave-in of the ceiling beyond the feasible range of an SMG. His flash hider would shield his own eyes from the muzzle blast, but make it all the more revealing to others. Once he fired his first shot, he would be effectively revealed.
Inside the developed areas, the engineers have erected several concrete barricades to provide cover, and the project's soldiers (all 7 of them) as well as Dirk, Blaine, and Yuuki find cover behind them. They're quite thick and sturdy, and should be able to stand up to any small arms fire or grenade fragments. RPGs and other heavy weapons would present a problem.
Recalling his briefing for the other side, Ernesto sees that the robotic HMG platforms aren't in as good shape as one would have hoped. One is hooked up to a large compuer, the reason for its inoperability not entirely clear. Another's tracks don't seem to be functioning, as it's just rooted in place in one of the side rooms. Only one of the three is actually working. It situates itself near the elevator, ready to unleash a hail of death upon any who descend it.
It takes at least a minute for some to get situated, and yet what seems like an eternity of tense waiting in silence passes before the service elevator starts descending. There doesn't appear to be anyone on it. After a moment of confusion, those with augmented vision capable of zoom make out that there's a claymore mine lying there. It goes off just after several shout "duck!". None of the barricaded humans are hit, but the only good robot is shredded, not being designed to take anything stronger than small arms fire.
The real attackers come in a few seconds later from ziplines. There are six of them, and they don't look like elite soldiers. More like hardcore gangsters. Dangerous, to be sure, but not professional. They have been well equipped however. The next wave slides down behind them, and the shooting starts.
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Dr. Lennox doesnt waste any time... he immediatly gets to work on their minds
He closes his eyes, and makes on of the soldiers in the second wave coming down the zipline, think the line is a snake
He closes his eyes, and makes on of the soldiers in the second wave coming down the zipline, think the line is a snake
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There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
The echo of the claymore had barely faded and Blaine was already taking aim with the M29. Though the freight elevator was large by elevator standards, it was still a finitely close space. It was the perfect opportunity. Using the range finder he measures the distance from where he was to where the intruders stood. The targeting computer in the M29 recorded the distance and set the automatic detonation circuitry of the 20mm grenades. An enunciator light in the scope flashed green indicating all was ready. Blaine pulls the trigger hoping to send the targets to meet Minos.Dante's Inferno, Canto V wrote: There Minos sits, grinning grotesque and hale
He examines each lost soul as it arrives
and delivers his verdict with his coiling tail.
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you take the money, you take your chances.
Ernesto
It was all about patience. The scene before him taking shape and he allowed it to happen, silently observing the strands of fate as they gathered the pieces for their play. His augmented eyes allowed him to see what normal eyes could not, his boosted hearing allowed him to hear what he should not. Nonetheless, it was all a matter of patience. His sniper rifle was at the ready, and even now he could have taken the time to decapitate an enemy or two. He did not however, for doing so would only be a momentary pleasure. He was aware that he had chosen to be a sniper in this fight, and as such his part in this conflict would be secondary. He was here to harm morale and to get his due. If he fired now, he could potentially spoil the chances of Dirk and Blaine. He wanted those with fully-automatic weapons to make the play first. He could mop up the rest later.
He concentrated on the scope, the thermal signatures of his adversaries noted and appreciated. There were six in the front and more in the back. He took the time look away from the scope for a moment, using his augmented vision to take notice of his enemies. They were not up to his standards, but they had to be taken seriously nonetheless. They had come here with another man’s money on their wallet, ready to proclaim to any that would listen that they were the best. They were about to find out that they were out of their depth. His right eye returned to the scope as he heard a familiar sound come from before him. Ah, so someone had decided to make use of the M29.
He would wait until the effects of the grenade were clear before choosing his first victim. His right index finger slid next to the trigger of his rifle as he prepared to play his role as executioner.
It was all about patience. The scene before him taking shape and he allowed it to happen, silently observing the strands of fate as they gathered the pieces for their play. His augmented eyes allowed him to see what normal eyes could not, his boosted hearing allowed him to hear what he should not. Nonetheless, it was all a matter of patience. His sniper rifle was at the ready, and even now he could have taken the time to decapitate an enemy or two. He did not however, for doing so would only be a momentary pleasure. He was aware that he had chosen to be a sniper in this fight, and as such his part in this conflict would be secondary. He was here to harm morale and to get his due. If he fired now, he could potentially spoil the chances of Dirk and Blaine. He wanted those with fully-automatic weapons to make the play first. He could mop up the rest later.
He concentrated on the scope, the thermal signatures of his adversaries noted and appreciated. There were six in the front and more in the back. He took the time look away from the scope for a moment, using his augmented vision to take notice of his enemies. They were not up to his standards, but they had to be taken seriously nonetheless. They had come here with another man’s money on their wallet, ready to proclaim to any that would listen that they were the best. They were about to find out that they were out of their depth. His right eye returned to the scope as he heard a familiar sound come from before him. Ah, so someone had decided to make use of the M29.
He would wait until the effects of the grenade were clear before choosing his first victim. His right index finger slid next to the trigger of his rifle as he prepared to play his role as executioner.
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(Previously, on Edgerunner)
Mikal gathered his things in his bag and hefted it over his shoulder. With his free hand he picks up the rocket launcher and some extra rockets that were in the van and brings it all over to Ernesto, a small smirk on his lips as he hands it over, "Party favors for our guests. Make sure they have a blast, da?"
That said, he takes his grenades (3 Frag, 1 WP) from his work bag and puts them in easy to access locations. He also removes his G36 7mm and 4 reloads (2 EFMJ, 1 JHP, 1 AP), putting the gun on a strap over his shoulder while still keeping his USAS-12 as his primary. If he ran out of ammo for his shotgun, he would fall back on his assault rifle, but it may not even be necessary. Concealment? Stealth? No longer. This was a battle. Cover and firepower were kings here. His work bag, having been raided for various pieces of equipment, was now put into a place deeper inside the facility, for use in case he needed to fall back and rearm.
Then the alarm went off. Finding a spot with a good line of fire and decent cover, Mikal gets behind it and checks his USAS-12, followed by his readying of a frag grenade...his first contribution to the guests.
(Now, on Edgerunner)
Of course they sent down an explosive first, it's what Mikal would have done, though he wouldn't have chosen a claymore. Had he been paying just a little more attention, he would have shot the damn thing so that the shaped charge would have blasted upwards and fragged the uninvited guests. Instead, he simply adds to the fireworks by throwing his frag grenade towards the gangsters...hopefully he would not be alone, and this threat would soon be ended. He fights back the urge to shout 'FRAG OUT', knowing that all to often the targets would take heed of that warning.
Mikal gathered his things in his bag and hefted it over his shoulder. With his free hand he picks up the rocket launcher and some extra rockets that were in the van and brings it all over to Ernesto, a small smirk on his lips as he hands it over, "Party favors for our guests. Make sure they have a blast, da?"
That said, he takes his grenades (3 Frag, 1 WP) from his work bag and puts them in easy to access locations. He also removes his G36 7mm and 4 reloads (2 EFMJ, 1 JHP, 1 AP), putting the gun on a strap over his shoulder while still keeping his USAS-12 as his primary. If he ran out of ammo for his shotgun, he would fall back on his assault rifle, but it may not even be necessary. Concealment? Stealth? No longer. This was a battle. Cover and firepower were kings here. His work bag, having been raided for various pieces of equipment, was now put into a place deeper inside the facility, for use in case he needed to fall back and rearm.
Then the alarm went off. Finding a spot with a good line of fire and decent cover, Mikal gets behind it and checks his USAS-12, followed by his readying of a frag grenade...his first contribution to the guests.
(Now, on Edgerunner)
Of course they sent down an explosive first, it's what Mikal would have done, though he wouldn't have chosen a claymore. Had he been paying just a little more attention, he would have shot the damn thing so that the shaped charge would have blasted upwards and fragged the uninvited guests. Instead, he simply adds to the fireworks by throwing his frag grenade towards the gangsters...hopefully he would not be alone, and this threat would soon be ended. He fights back the urge to shout 'FRAG OUT', knowing that all to often the targets would take heed of that warning.
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As the claymore mine went off, Yuuki couldn't help but feel a bit of contempt for the opposition. The last time he'd pulled something that uneffective and unimaginative had in Montana in the first year of his enlistment. The mine-that'll-be-knocked-over-when-the-door-opens just doesn't work if your opposite number is suspicous and the room has windows.
The sound of the rappel lines brought Yuuki back to the present, but he still kept his head down, while preparing to throw a grenade. He brought out a frag, and considered not throwing it when he heard the cough of a grenade launcher beating him to it, but no, better to break their morale he though as he momentarily brought his head over the edge of the barrier and tossed it.
The sound of the rappel lines brought Yuuki back to the present, but he still kept his head down, while preparing to throw a grenade. He brought out a frag, and considered not throwing it when he heard the cough of a grenade launcher beating him to it, but no, better to break their morale he though as he momentarily brought his head over the edge of the barrier and tossed it.
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Yuuki and Mikal pull the pins on their grenades and prepare to throw. Range to their targets is 10 squares.
Blaine gets the range information and prepares to fire. Range is 16 squares.
Ernesto scopes in the area, preparing to make any shot he needs to make count. Range is 40 squares.
Dr. Lennox uses his mental abilities on one of the zipliners.
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 21
One of the gangers suddenly screams "Snake, snake!" as he unfastens his safety buckle. He plummets and falls the remaining 15 feet. That might not have been so bad, but he lands on the back of his neck causing a loud *SNAP* to reverberate down the corridor.
Stavis tries to make sure none of the attackers notice him, and wonders what the hell he's doing in this crazy battlezone.
Dirk chucks his grenade as releases the safety catch, having pulled the pin earlier.
DF: 20
AT: 20
Final roll: 26
The grenade lands right at the feet of the leader.
Range is 10.
Gangers: The first six (minus one) touch ground and the leader screams "Fan the fuck out!" as the next group prepares to descend the zipline.
Blaine gets the range information and prepares to fire. Range is 16 squares.
Ernesto scopes in the area, preparing to make any shot he needs to make count. Range is 40 squares.
Dr. Lennox uses his mental abilities on one of the zipliners.
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 21
One of the gangers suddenly screams "Snake, snake!" as he unfastens his safety buckle. He plummets and falls the remaining 15 feet. That might not have been so bad, but he lands on the back of his neck causing a loud *SNAP* to reverberate down the corridor.
Stavis tries to make sure none of the attackers notice him, and wonders what the hell he's doing in this crazy battlezone.
Dirk chucks his grenade as releases the safety catch, having pulled the pin earlier.
DF: 20
AT: 20
Final roll: 26
The grenade lands right at the feet of the leader.
Range is 10.
Gangers: The first six (minus one) touch ground and the leader screams "Fan the fuck out!" as the next group prepares to descend the zipline.
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Lennox shakes his head in a combination of amusement and dismay, as well as some shame. Then continues. If he can see the people at the top of the ziplines, he makes one of them think the rest are on fire.
If not, he makes one of the zipliners thing the person below him, is a succubus/incubbus.
If not, he makes one of the zipliners thing the person below him, is a succubus/incubbus.
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Ernesto
He was rather surprised when Mikal approached him quite obviously bearing gifts. His eyes watched him for a moment, before chuckling softly. “Consider it done comrade, although I am hoping it won’t be necessary.” With those words said he watched as Mikal accessorized. After Mikal had moved behind his cover, his attention returned to the tasks at hand.
The terrified screams of “snake, snake” caught his attention, but he ignored the man as he fell to his death. The chances of an actual snake having exited was low, and that meant that they had telepathic support. It was the only theory that made sense. When the would be victims finally touched the ground, he realized that his time had arrived. His scope moved from left to right as he debated who his target would be. A second later, the apparent leader made himself known by offering obvious advise. His rifle moving towards him and taking aim at his torso area. This particular PSG-1 did not possess a smart-link capability and that meant that he had take his time. He took a deep breath, holding it in order to compensate for any drift as he squeezed the trigger once and then a second time.
He was not trying to go for a head shot, not this time. Instead, he simply wanted to sow fear into his adversary and that meant hitting. He was packing AP rounds, and he was well aware of what they could do. If all went well, they would not worry about him until it was too late.
He was rather surprised when Mikal approached him quite obviously bearing gifts. His eyes watched him for a moment, before chuckling softly. “Consider it done comrade, although I am hoping it won’t be necessary.” With those words said he watched as Mikal accessorized. After Mikal had moved behind his cover, his attention returned to the tasks at hand.
The terrified screams of “snake, snake” caught his attention, but he ignored the man as he fell to his death. The chances of an actual snake having exited was low, and that meant that they had telepathic support. It was the only theory that made sense. When the would be victims finally touched the ground, he realized that his time had arrived. His scope moved from left to right as he debated who his target would be. A second later, the apparent leader made himself known by offering obvious advise. His rifle moving towards him and taking aim at his torso area. This particular PSG-1 did not possess a smart-link capability and that meant that he had take his time. He took a deep breath, holding it in order to compensate for any drift as he squeezed the trigger once and then a second time.
He was not trying to go for a head shot, not this time. Instead, he simply wanted to sow fear into his adversary and that meant hitting. He was packing AP rounds, and he was well aware of what they could do. If all went well, they would not worry about him until it was too late.
As he tossed his grenade, Yuuki briefly wondered if "snake" might be some new piece of military jargon that he hadn't run into yet, but since he didn't see anything out of place he ignored it and threw his grenade.
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((Sorry for the delay. Don't take it as a sign that I'm losing interest. I'm not. It's just that things are always weird around Christmas time. And why didn't anyone call me on the fact that I've been forgetting to include which turn we're on?))
Turn 22
Yuuki and Mikal throw their grenades, while Dirk's sits there, waiting to explode.
Yuuki's throw
DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 20
To his great surprise the grenade lands right on target. Who needs practice, anyway?
Mikal's throw
DF: 20
AT: 14
Final roll: 20 ((well aren't we a skin of our teeth lucky group of players today?))
Mikal's throw is likewise accurate. The three pineapples within feet of each other looks almost cute.
Ernesto can make a shot at normal AT if he chooses. Next round it will be +2, then +4 and so on until a max of +10.
Dr. Lennox again uses the lump on his brain to influence the thoughts of others.
Suggestion implantation, zipliner
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 22
Even stranger than the snake incident a second ago is what happens now. One of the gangers screams "incubus!" as he puts the barrel of his gun right up to one of his companions' eyes and blows his head off.
The general pandemonium plus this apparent betrayal kills any chance there may have been for one of the gangers to notice and possibly throw back the grenades.
The range dialed in, Blaine squeezes the trigger on the 20mm high velocity grenade launcher.
DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 12 ((Looks like the group's luck just ran out
))
Someone must have forgotten to replace a spring when the launcher unit was last maintained, because there's a feed failure of the grenade, as the display on the computerized scope so helpfully informs Blaine of.
The gangers were fanning out, although the killing in their ranks causes a few to look back. The third half dozen zipliners are on their way.
The soldiers have had enough aiming and open fire in short, controlled bursts.
DF: 20
AT: 15
Final rolls: 16, 21, 23, 18, 18, 25 and 16, 22, 24, 22, 17
Five of the guns open fire, the sixth jams. Of the five, three score hits on the first burst. For the second, another one fails to fire, but there are three more hits. ((Since this is such a big battle, and neither these soldiers nor there targets are really important, we'll just use basic HPs here))
Damages: 17, 11, 22, 15, 10, 16
Four of the six gangers targeted go down under the fire. The others look panicked and confused, ready to break.
Turn 22
Yuuki and Mikal throw their grenades, while Dirk's sits there, waiting to explode.
Yuuki's throw
DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 20
To his great surprise the grenade lands right on target. Who needs practice, anyway?
Mikal's throw
DF: 20
AT: 14
Final roll: 20 ((well aren't we a skin of our teeth lucky group of players today?))
Mikal's throw is likewise accurate. The three pineapples within feet of each other looks almost cute.
Ernesto can make a shot at normal AT if he chooses. Next round it will be +2, then +4 and so on until a max of +10.
Dr. Lennox again uses the lump on his brain to influence the thoughts of others.
Suggestion implantation, zipliner
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 22
Even stranger than the snake incident a second ago is what happens now. One of the gangers screams "incubus!" as he puts the barrel of his gun right up to one of his companions' eyes and blows his head off.
The general pandemonium plus this apparent betrayal kills any chance there may have been for one of the gangers to notice and possibly throw back the grenades.
The range dialed in, Blaine squeezes the trigger on the 20mm high velocity grenade launcher.
DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 12 ((Looks like the group's luck just ran out
))Someone must have forgotten to replace a spring when the launcher unit was last maintained, because there's a feed failure of the grenade, as the display on the computerized scope so helpfully informs Blaine of.
The gangers were fanning out, although the killing in their ranks causes a few to look back. The third half dozen zipliners are on their way.
The soldiers have had enough aiming and open fire in short, controlled bursts.
DF: 20
AT: 15
Final rolls: 16, 21, 23, 18, 18, 25 and 16, 22, 24, 22, 17
Five of the guns open fire, the sixth jams. Of the five, three score hits on the first burst. For the second, another one fails to fire, but there are three more hits. ((Since this is such a big battle, and neither these soldiers nor there targets are really important, we'll just use basic HPs here))
Damages: 17, 11, 22, 15, 10, 16
Four of the six gangers targeted go down under the fire. The others look panicked and confused, ready to break.
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*click!*
*sproing!*
A red light in the scope flashes twice, three times and twice again obviously denoting a failure of some kind. If a manual was handy - and if there was time - Blaine could easily look up what the code meant to know exactly what had gone wrong. The *sproing!* told him that a spring had malfunctioned, most likely part of the feed mechanism.
Well ain't that a son-of-a-bitch. We can send robots to Mars but we can't make fucking springs that are worth a shit. Goddammit, motherfucking, son of a bitch, cock-biting, ass hatted, shit eating...
A chill ran up Blaine's spine. He was almost afraid to try the traditional rifle of this "advanced" weapon. Advanced, my ass! If that part doesn't work, he's as useless as tits on a boar hog, as his daddy would say. Well, if worse comes to worse, I could always beat them with it.
Blaine calmly switches the selector from (useless) Grenade to (hopefully useful) Rifle. A second selector is switched to 3 Round burst. Blaine breathes in and out, calming his nerves and letting his circulatory regulator control his blood pressure. He takes aim on the nearest of the intruders. While he aims - and breathes - he offers silent prayers, first to Jehovah, then to Vishnu and Anubis. On a whim, he sends a Hail Mary to Mickey Mouse as well.
*sproing!*
A red light in the scope flashes twice, three times and twice again obviously denoting a failure of some kind. If a manual was handy - and if there was time - Blaine could easily look up what the code meant to know exactly what had gone wrong. The *sproing!* told him that a spring had malfunctioned, most likely part of the feed mechanism.
Well ain't that a son-of-a-bitch. We can send robots to Mars but we can't make fucking springs that are worth a shit. Goddammit, motherfucking, son of a bitch, cock-biting, ass hatted, shit eating...
A chill ran up Blaine's spine. He was almost afraid to try the traditional rifle of this "advanced" weapon. Advanced, my ass! If that part doesn't work, he's as useless as tits on a boar hog, as his daddy would say. Well, if worse comes to worse, I could always beat them with it.
Blaine calmly switches the selector from (useless) Grenade to (hopefully useful) Rifle. A second selector is switched to 3 Round burst. Blaine breathes in and out, calming his nerves and letting his circulatory regulator control his blood pressure. He takes aim on the nearest of the intruders. While he aims - and breathes - he offers silent prayers, first to Jehovah, then to Vishnu and Anubis. On a whim, he sends a Hail Mary to Mickey Mouse as well.
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"Well that worked well." Ben said with a sadistic grin. He then realized the horrible thing he had just done... then shruged it off. Him or me he said to himself.
He focused his mind again and tried to penetrate the mind of another ganger. Thier weak minds easy targets for his mental probings.
He attempted to make his target think that his enemies, were actually his close family members(his brothers, cousins etc)
He focused his mind again and tried to penetrate the mind of another ganger. Thier weak minds easy targets for his mental probings.
He attempted to make his target think that his enemies, were actually his close family members(his brothers, cousins etc)
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Ernesto
It was difficult for him to ascertain what the exact situation was after grenades were thrown and the lead began to fly. He was aware of course, but that was primarily to things that affected him. At the moment, he was too engrossed in his scope and the implement of war that he held in his arms to consider the overall picture of what was about him. Some of his enemies fell beneath a sudden hail of bullets coming from before him and to the right. He felt no pleasure at the scene, although a sharp lance of irritation spread through his stomach when the target he had selected for the kiss of death, ended up falling to another’s bullets.
He suddenly realized that he could not afford to wait, and that he had a twenty round magazine. It would be such a pity to let those bullets go to waste. Besides, heckler and koch made such quality instruments that not taking advantage of them was surely a sin. Without any further thought or hesitation, he picked himself a target and after focusing on its torso, he took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then squeezed the trigger twice. The PSG-1 did not have a suppressor, but it did have a flash-hider. The AP round was sent screaming towards his target, and he waited to see if it flew true. If his target was neutralized, he would immediately seek another. If his target was not neutralized, he would consider shooting at it again. If worse came to worse, he would use the rocket launcher…
notes:
1. two shots to one active target both torso shots.
It was difficult for him to ascertain what the exact situation was after grenades were thrown and the lead began to fly. He was aware of course, but that was primarily to things that affected him. At the moment, he was too engrossed in his scope and the implement of war that he held in his arms to consider the overall picture of what was about him. Some of his enemies fell beneath a sudden hail of bullets coming from before him and to the right. He felt no pleasure at the scene, although a sharp lance of irritation spread through his stomach when the target he had selected for the kiss of death, ended up falling to another’s bullets.
He suddenly realized that he could not afford to wait, and that he had a twenty round magazine. It would be such a pity to let those bullets go to waste. Besides, heckler and koch made such quality instruments that not taking advantage of them was surely a sin. Without any further thought or hesitation, he picked himself a target and after focusing on its torso, he took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then squeezed the trigger twice. The PSG-1 did not have a suppressor, but it did have a flash-hider. The AP round was sent screaming towards his target, and he waited to see if it flew true. If his target was neutralized, he would immediately seek another. If his target was not neutralized, he would consider shooting at it again. If worse came to worse, he would use the rocket launcher…
notes:
1. two shots to one active target both torso shots.
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Dirk didn't bat an eye as one ganger blew his buddy's head off. He knew it was the doing of that fucking telepath.
As the other soldiers in the base opened fire, he used the hail of lead as cover to pop up and throw his second grenade. Grenades were fun, but it was time to get down and dirty. As he released the pineapple, his other hand was already reaching for the BAR.
As the other soldiers in the base opened fire, he used the hail of lead as cover to pop up and throw his second grenade. Grenades were fun, but it was time to get down and dirty. As he released the pineapple, his other hand was already reaching for the BAR.
Oh...looks like we've got a telepath Yuuki though as he saw one of the enemy blow his compatriot's brains out. On one hand, Yuuki thought as he dived below the barrier, telepaths make it harder for the suits to keep secrets, he pulled another frag of his belt, on the other, they invade people's rights to the privacy of their own thoughts, he shifted it into his right hand and readied it, but on the gripping hand, he smiled at an allusion so few would get, this one if helping me... for now.
Hopefully these mercs wouldn't but up much more fight, and any other waves would decide that discretion is the better part of valor. Not that these deaths would really trouble Yuuki's concience, they were men who lived of their undiscriminating application of violence and had been trying to kill him, but generally the less killing the better.
Hopefully these mercs wouldn't but up much more fight, and any other waves would decide that discretion is the better part of valor. Not that these deaths would really trouble Yuuki's concience, they were men who lived of their undiscriminating application of violence and had been trying to kill him, but generally the less killing the better.
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Dirk chucks a follow-up grenade, as does Yuuki. Mikal decides not to trust the advertised range and keeps his head down.
Dirk's throw
DF: 20
AT: 20
Final roll: 21
Yuuki's throw
DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 17
Neither grenade is on the mark. Dirk's skips off the ground and rolls more than intended when it hits and ends up in the corner of the room, 10 feet farther than wanted.
Yuuki's throw is just plain off. It bounces off the right wall and falls 20 feet short.
Benjamin uses his powers again.
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 25
One of the gangers stands up straight and starts running out in the open toward the barricades as he yells "Hey you guys, how have you been?" The friendly soldiers all fire on him and cut him to ribbons. (Don't think a roll is necessary and I'm pressed for time anyway).
Blaine squeezes a pair of bursts off.
DF: 20
AT: 12
Final rolls: 16, 16
...which both unfortunately miss. At least this part of the gun works, though.
Ernesto takes his shots, aimed at the torso.
DF: 20
AT: 18
Final rolls: 22, 21
1st shot
Location: R. hip
Damage: 17
His hip is shattered, mangled, and destroyed. His leg ceases to support his weight and he goes down hard.
2nd shot
Location: Heart
Damage: 6
The second man is even less (or more, depending on how you look at it) fortunate. The shot hits him right in the heart and kills him instantly.
The third group of gangers is carrying heavy duty riot shields. They reach all the way to the floor and are pushed with small wheels on the bottom. Protection level is most likely Class VI or VII. There are three men with shields, which covers the width of the hallway. They hoist them up in order to get through to the front, and ironically the fact that one of the gangers ran out in front distracts fire from them. One of them also has some sort of electronic device. He yells (for those who have enhaced hearing and can hear over gunfire) "Grenades! Lots of 'em. Get behind the shields you assholes!"
Dirk's throw
DF: 20
AT: 20
Final roll: 21
Yuuki's throw
DF: 20
AT: 11
Final roll: 17
Neither grenade is on the mark. Dirk's skips off the ground and rolls more than intended when it hits and ends up in the corner of the room, 10 feet farther than wanted.
Yuuki's throw is just plain off. It bounces off the right wall and falls 20 feet short.
Benjamin uses his powers again.
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 25
One of the gangers stands up straight and starts running out in the open toward the barricades as he yells "Hey you guys, how have you been?" The friendly soldiers all fire on him and cut him to ribbons. (Don't think a roll is necessary and I'm pressed for time anyway).
Blaine squeezes a pair of bursts off.
DF: 20
AT: 12
Final rolls: 16, 16
...which both unfortunately miss. At least this part of the gun works, though.
Ernesto takes his shots, aimed at the torso.
DF: 20
AT: 18
Final rolls: 22, 21
1st shot
Location: R. hip
Damage: 17
His hip is shattered, mangled, and destroyed. His leg ceases to support his weight and he goes down hard.
2nd shot
Location: Heart
Damage: 6
The second man is even less (or more, depending on how you look at it) fortunate. The shot hits him right in the heart and kills him instantly.
The third group of gangers is carrying heavy duty riot shields. They reach all the way to the floor and are pushed with small wheels on the bottom. Protection level is most likely Class VI or VII. There are three men with shields, which covers the width of the hallway. They hoist them up in order to get through to the front, and ironically the fact that one of the gangers ran out in front distracts fire from them. One of them also has some sort of electronic device. He yells (for those who have enhaced hearing and can hear over gunfire) "Grenades! Lots of 'em. Get behind the shields you assholes!"
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"Dating is not supposed to be easy. It's supposed to be a heart-pounding, stomach-wrenching, gut-churning exercise in pitting your fear of rejection and public humiliation against your desire to find a mate. Enjoy." - Darth Wong
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((Wasnt the desied effect... I had hoped he would go insane and start shooting at the people attacking his 'family' oh well.... chalk 3 gangers up to my mind bendng))Benjamin uses his powers again.
DF: 19
AT: 19
Final roll: 25
One of the gangers stands up straight and starts running out in the open toward the barricades as he yells "Hey you guys, how have you been?" The friendly soldiers all fire on him and cut him to ribbons. (Don't think a roll is necessary and I'm pressed for time anyway).
Dr.lennox decides to have a little more fun with the mind of one of the shield bearers.
He attempts to make him think he is surounded by enemies and trapped in the hallway.
He also takes comfort in the fact that he was away from immediate danger when those grenades started to fly.
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Ernesto
It was difficult for him to truly appreciate the pain and death that he summoned upon his adversaries through the thermal scope. He was aware that the first shot hit its target on the hip, and that the target went down a second or two later. His left eye opened, the integral zoom feature used to great effect as he caught his tumbling adversary and the bleeding wound his bullet had caused. A second later, the second victim of his first salvo was caught. The man simply fell over dead and a tiny wave of pleasure rippled in the base of his stomach.
Of course he was too much of a professional to let that pleasure in the pit of his stomach detract him from the mission at the hand. His attention returned to his sniper rifle and his next would be victims, the target whose hip had been damaged and had fallen left to bleed to death. Unless that man had a willpower of enormous proportions, he was probably going to bleed to death right then and there. He did not want the man’s last thoughts to be hindered by more rounds unless they were necessary. In this case, a fatal wound was almost as good as a hard kill.
His rifle was once more aimed towards his enemies, although the moment he caught sight of the heavy duty riot shields he frowned. The PSG-1 was a superb sniper rifle, but even with AP rounds it seemed as if it would have some difficulties dealing with the heavier armor these thugs were now sporting. For a moment, he considered shooting anyway and seeing what effect if any his German crafted instrument of war would have. A second later, he thought better of it and simply ducked out behind his cover. His PSG-1 was gently placed aside, it positioned next to his own German crafted G36. His right hand reached out for the gift that Mikal had been generous enough to bring to him. After making sure that the rocket launcher was loaded and good to go, he took a deep breath and brought it over his shoulder.
The truth was that he had not fired one of these things since the good old days of Cuba. Still, it was like riding a bike and all it took him was a few seconds to get used to its weight and balance. The rocket launcher was aimed towards his enemies and he concentrated on finding the best angle of approach. All he needed now was a few seconds to orient himself and then, if all went well the bodies would be hitting the floor.
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notes: Ernesto has a 3 in heavy weapons. He will be aiming for a bit of time, considering he wants to make this shot count. Ideally, he will fire after he has accumulated a +6 to his attack. That would be 3 seconds of aim time ne?
It was difficult for him to truly appreciate the pain and death that he summoned upon his adversaries through the thermal scope. He was aware that the first shot hit its target on the hip, and that the target went down a second or two later. His left eye opened, the integral zoom feature used to great effect as he caught his tumbling adversary and the bleeding wound his bullet had caused. A second later, the second victim of his first salvo was caught. The man simply fell over dead and a tiny wave of pleasure rippled in the base of his stomach.
Of course he was too much of a professional to let that pleasure in the pit of his stomach detract him from the mission at the hand. His attention returned to his sniper rifle and his next would be victims, the target whose hip had been damaged and had fallen left to bleed to death. Unless that man had a willpower of enormous proportions, he was probably going to bleed to death right then and there. He did not want the man’s last thoughts to be hindered by more rounds unless they were necessary. In this case, a fatal wound was almost as good as a hard kill.
His rifle was once more aimed towards his enemies, although the moment he caught sight of the heavy duty riot shields he frowned. The PSG-1 was a superb sniper rifle, but even with AP rounds it seemed as if it would have some difficulties dealing with the heavier armor these thugs were now sporting. For a moment, he considered shooting anyway and seeing what effect if any his German crafted instrument of war would have. A second later, he thought better of it and simply ducked out behind his cover. His PSG-1 was gently placed aside, it positioned next to his own German crafted G36. His right hand reached out for the gift that Mikal had been generous enough to bring to him. After making sure that the rocket launcher was loaded and good to go, he took a deep breath and brought it over his shoulder.
The truth was that he had not fired one of these things since the good old days of Cuba. Still, it was like riding a bike and all it took him was a few seconds to get used to its weight and balance. The rocket launcher was aimed towards his enemies and he concentrated on finding the best angle of approach. All he needed now was a few seconds to orient himself and then, if all went well the bodies would be hitting the floor.
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notes: Ernesto has a 3 in heavy weapons. He will be aiming for a bit of time, considering he wants to make this shot count. Ideally, he will fire after he has accumulated a +6 to his attack. That would be 3 seconds of aim time ne?