For the emperor ! (IC thread - always recruiting )

[DrZombie]

the silence that rings out after the arbitrators shout seems to last an eternity untill it is rudely broken by the voice of one of the tough guys guarding the main entrance to the warehouse.

"Screw you, arbitrator. You ain't gonna take me alive."

They both aim their shotguns and ready them to fire. McClane can try and shoot one of them before he gets a shot of. The crowd starts to panic and runs away, imposing a -10 pen on ranged attacks

Corrossyph, a dodge roll please, and decide if you want to use a fate point. Remember, you're not a spacemarine and you're not wearing power armor

 

[Jemal]

the silence that rings out after the arbitrators shout seems to last an eternity untill it is rudely broken by the voice of one of the tough guys guarding the main entrance to the warehouse.

"Screw you, arbitrator. You ain't gonna take me alive."

"Works fer me." *BOOM* McClane unloads his shot gun.

[sblock=combat]
BS 43 -10(Crowd) + 10(Short Range) = 43
Miss
[/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

Round 3 initiative
McClane and Rat (Half action shoot./)
Tough guys.
Zhent
Kestrell
Trixie
Brutis
Kincaid
Man in flight suit.


Trixie : the food vendor stares at you in mute incomprehension when the shots start to ring out.
Zhent : you fail to focus (but I think you figured that out yerself allready)

McClane manages to avoid shooting a bystander who suddenly pops up in his field of vision, and so misses the Thug. The Thugs on the other hand have no such compassion, and a shotgunblast tears through one of the gangers blocking the field of fire between the tough guy and Kincaid. The other shot goes wide. Both men retreat into dooropening trying to find what meagre cover they can find.

 

[jkason]

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

Harrigan pulls a compact las pistol from his robes.

"I'm a horrible shot, but better than nothing, yes?" he says to his companion in hiding.

Suddenly struck by a notion, he asks, "This thing on wheels? You're government, yes? I think this might be the right time to requisition us this mobile cover, then mobilize it."

[sblock=ooc]He's not wanting to turn the panic toward himself by using more psy powers right now, but as stated, Zhent's a horrible shot. Was figuring we might be able to use the cart for cover to get us to the others. Drawing the weapon is ... half action? So we might still be able to work together to stay under cover and get the stand moved.[/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

[sblock=ooc]He's not wanting to turn the panic toward himself by using more psy powers right now, but as stated, Zhent's a horrible shot. Was figuring we might be able to use the cart for cover to get us to the others. Drawing the weapon is ... half action? So we might still be able to work together to stay under cover and get the stand moved.[/sblock]

[sblock=ooc]
Yes, but hiding from gunfire using a hot-food cart which is heated by a gas-stove which is fueled by a compressed gas canister might not be the most safe of options [/sblock]

Btw : rat does indeed manage to confound the man in the flightsuit,and the fact that he's being held at point blank by an arbitrator only makes matters worse.

 

[Shayuri]

Kestrel darts forward and grabs the cook-cart with her free hand, to see if it will roll if pushed. She then shoves the foul-smelling grease-laden cart of sizzley goodness towards the doorway that the two thugs ducked into...

...and aims her lasgun at the large tank that contains the angry flaming machine spirit that cooks the food. A decent hit on that, she thinks, will release the spirit right next to the two gunmen. In the absense of grenades, one works with what one has.

She pauses then, waiting for the men to show their faces before taking the shot...and privately hoping that people will thin out by then too. Nonessential casualties reflect a certain...inelegance unbecoming an assassin.

(lol...how does rerolling work again? )

 

[jkason]

Kestrel gets to the cart before Zhent can get his act together, and as she shoves the cart in the direction of the door, he finally catches onto what he was proposing to use as cover. He moves instead to flatten himself against the nearby wall, wondering and dismissing the notion of using his abilities to hide. Too many people, too close. Even if they were scattering, someone was likely to see, and then it wouldn't matter who had a gun, because they'd all be crying Witch.

[sblock=ooc]heh. Point taken[/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

Round 3 initiative
McClane and Rat (Half action shoot./)
Tough guys. (Shoot and take cover)
Zhent (run for cover)
Kestrell (pushing the cart, taking aim)
Trixie
Brutis
Kincaid
Man in flight suit.

Shayuri : ballistic test to see where the trolly ends up.

 

[muggie2]

Round 3 initiative
McClane and Rat (Half action shoot./)
Tough guys. (Shoot and take cover)
Zhent (run for cover)
Kestrell (pushing the cart, taking aim)
Trixie
Brutis
Kincaid
Man in flight suit.

Shayuri : ballistic test to see where the trolly ends up.

Trix takes a look at the cart being pushed away, and works out immediately what they have in mind. That was *her* plan! She smiles. She could get to like these people. She already likes the way they think.
On the other hand, if they succeed, in the unlikely event that the laser penetrates the tank on the first shot, it's going to mean a lot of flame in the area. Lots of flame. Maybe a tank of gas making like a rocket engine, ricocheting around the area, maybe just a nice big blast. In any case, flame. With what she's carrying, this is not a good thing.
"Oh oh, ungood. Need cover. Now!"
She ducks for the nearest unoccupied doorway, pulling her pistol as soon as she gets there, but keeping it close to her body, hidden if at all possible.
"Brutis, cover!"

 

[Corrossyph]

'No time to waste,' thinks Kincaid, watching the flamable cart being pushed away and being aimed at. 'Great plan but i just happen to be in the blast zone if it detonates'. The guy in the flight suit seems to have lost it, with all the shouting and now the shots being fired.

'MOVE!' she shouts at the flight suit guy and pushes him in the right direction, immediately running after him to the nearest cover, ready to grab him if he doesn't snap out of it.