Blood and Guts II: Blood Blizzard playtest

[The Shaman]

“Save the smoke unless we need it. I got a bad feeling we may need it for more important things later,” orders JJ.

Meadows nods. Sure looks that way, he thinks grimly. “If we get there first, I’ll need someone to help me get him inside fast,” the medic replies. “Load and go.”

 

[kingpaul]

I'll help ya get'im in Doc

 

[Bobitron]

I'll help ya get'im in Doc

"Me too." Bear nods to the pair, then looks over to the Sergeant and driver. "Watch our backs out there, guys. As much as I appreciate you not wanting to shoot a bunch of Iranian civs, I don't want to end up on the internet strung up from a bridge."

 

[uraniumdragon]

Odie is going to use the computer to tap any satellite map of the area and determine any ambush spots or best direction to approach, other than the obvious straight in.

Computer Use +8
Knowledge Tactics +3

 

[Masada]

Sgt Jackson

OOC: Not sure how the gunnery seat works in this thing. Specifically, I'm not sure how to man either the 25mm or the machine gun. But assuming one or the other can be manned internally, Jackson will man the one that can be used without exposure.

Jackson climbs up to man the machine gun. "Strap in, I think it's going to get bumpy." As the bradley lurches over the uneven ground.

 

[Ranger Rick]

OOC: think of this thing as a light tank. It has a small turret containing the big gun (25mm) and a 7.62 mm coaxially mounted with it. You could fire it from inside, but you would have a better view of the whole terrain and people involved. Also, one may think you are yellow if you hide in the turret. I assume you have a flak jacket.

OOC: I see it is 0600, but is it before or after sunset?

To get a decent view Padraic, raised the seat so his head is exposed. A helmet covers his head and yellow polarized padded googles cover his eyes. Padraic glances over his right shoulder and see one of the smoke tubes.

[intercom] "Sargent, before you fire the front smoke, remember we have those rubber covers. When we stop I can get out and undo them if you need to.[/intercom]

 

[Masada]

OOC: think of this thing as a light tank. It has a small turret containing the big gun (25mm) and a 7.62 mm coaxially mounted with it. You could fire it from inside, but you would have a better view of the whole terrain and people involved. Also, one may think you are yellow if you hide in the turret. I assume you have a flak jacket.

OOC: I would only need to fire the gun to scare the civilians. If accuracy was required, I'd pop the top and lay waste. I do have some armor, but armor in this system doesn't count for much. I focused my skills on shooting folks from a distance where personal armor wouldn't be a factor. But then that was before I knew we were going to be in a tank charging mobs.

[intercom]"If we need the grenade launchers I'll climb out and pop the covers and you drive. But at this point I'm going to recommend we use the engine to lay a cloud if we need it. I think we're too far away to make a difference right now.[/intercom]

 

[Vigilance]

You arrive at the pilot just ahead of the mob. As the rear door opens the sound of rage-filled screams fill the cabin, drowning out everything else and making it almost impossible to speak even at a yell.

The pilot is badly injured, apparently he caught some shrapnel from somewhere and is barely conscious.

OOC: Who's going outside and what's your Def?

 

[Bobitron]

As they pull up to the crash site, Bear looks around to each of his companions with a serious expression. The sound from the crowd leaks in through the open door in the back of the Bradley as they approach, raising his suspicions that it is time for violence.

"Ready, guys?"

He rushes out the back towards the pilot once the others are prepared to follow, aiming his rifle at the crowd.

ooc: Hold my action until I see an obvious threat, concentrating on RPG's if there are multiple targets firing on us. Make certain I don't fire on any one who is unarmed if it can be helped.

Attack roll if needed: M4 Carbine assault rifle +4, Dmg. 2d8, Crit. 20, Rng. 60-ft.

Defense: 20. Feeling pretty good about taking those Armor profs right now.

 

[The Shaman]

His M4 slung behind him to keep his hands free, Meadows hears the bullets pinging off the armor of the Bradley. The medic takes a deep breath. “Bear, cover us. Caesar, you and I grab the pilot. Load and go.”

The noise of the onrushing mob breaks over Meadows like a wave as the three break from the back of the AFV. The medic moves to the pilot’s head and shoulders, cradling them in his arms to keep the spine as straight as possible. “Get his feet!” he yells, and pulls the wounded man toward the waiting hatch. Doc: Defense 17 – were we not able to position the Bradley to provide cover for the recovery team? And what about our covering fire?