Blood and Guts II: Blood Blizzard playtest

[Vigilance]

The Bradley is providing varying degrees of Cover against the mob depending on where they're located.

The cover fire is granting a bonus also. Any hit on you guys is likely to be a fluke hit anyway.

 

[kingpaul]

Augustus jumps out, rifle ready to lay more suppressive fire down if needed, and heads towards the pilot and will aid/drag him into the Bradley.

OOC: Def 18

 

[uraniumdragon]

Odie will bale out with rifle at the ready, either to lay down cover fire or grab his legs.

Attack: M4 Carbine assault rifle +4, Dmg. 2d8, Crit. 20, Rng. 60-ft.
Defense: 18

 

[Vigilance]

Bullets whiz past your ears as the groaning, half-conscious pilot is drug back into the relative safety of the Bradley.

Miraculously no one is hit and the door whirrs closed.

Soon the roar of the crowd, so angry with the door open is a muted hum. Angry rounds ping impotently off the Bradley's armor like raindrops on a tin roof.

 

[kingpaul]

Doc, do you need help bandaging him?

 

[Bobitron]

[intercom]"Get us movin', Padraic! Everyone's onboard."[/intercom]

Leaning back on the small bench, Bear lets out a sigh of relief. "Think this is a good time to pop that smoke, Sarge?"

 

[Ranger Rick]

Upon hitting the brakes, Padraic says, [intercom] "open the back hatch." He shifts the track into neutral, unplugs his comm from the jack and leaps up to take the rubber covers off the smoke tubes. Lying prone so that the guns above his head do not hit it, he peels off the covers. Shoving them inside his shirt so that he can hold them all. He went 1st to the right side, than slides back to do the other four. Sliding back int the seat, he plugs in the comm unit and grabbing an empty ammo box starts to dump the 8 covers into it.

[intercom]"Smoke pods are clear.......Roger on the acceleration!."[/intercom]

Holding the one track still he guns the engines and making a tight turn, he accelerates away from the crowd.

 

[The Shaman]

“Doc, do you need help bandaging him?”

“Got it, thanks,” Meadows replies, his voice steady. “Check each other over, make sure no one got hit and doesn’t know it.”

His attention focused on the injured pilot, the medic unsnaps his jump bag from the D-rings and pulls his scissors from a vest pocket. “I’m Specialist Meadows, sir – I’m a U.S. Army medic. What’s your name, sir?” Meadows checks the injured pilot’s pulse and respiration as he speaks, moves to his secondary assessment to identify the man’s wounds. Treat Injury (take 10) 25 – stabilize first if necessary, then restore hit points.

 

[Masada]

Sgt Jackson

With the pilot "safe" inside, Jackson eases off the trigger and wave to the angry faces in the targeting system. He stays in the gunnery seat and yells down.

"I know he's half unconscious, but take way his side arms and pointy objects. While we are allies his country did just pull a damn fool raid, that our brass may or may not be aware of and I'm sure they'll want to ask him some questions.

Paddy, get us back on our side of the boarder. Do we have a bead on another pilot?"

OOC: Do we know where another pilot is? Do we have a reasonable chance to reach him? Do we have room for him if we do? Is this pilot on the verge of death or just hurt? Will jostling cause immediate death?

 

[kingpaul]

"I know he's half unconscious, but take way his side arms and pointy objects.

On it. With that Caesar begins to disarm the pilot. Sir, I am Cpl. Kurtz, USMC. While Spec. Meadows works on you, I'm taking your equipment off so he has a better chance to look at you. Your gear will be ready for your when you're ready. All gear is removed and placed in a container.