[IC] Calibration - homebrew gng.
Watus
First Post
Lt. Martin resists the urge to shoot Pt. Rutherford an incredulous look and instead attempts to bash the butt of his carbine into the old woman's face yet again.
"GAH! Would you die already!?!"
OOC: attack:3d6+5 -> [5,3,2,5] = (15); defense: 3d6+7 -> [5,6,6,7] = (24)
"GAH! Would you die already!?!"
OOC: attack:3d6+5 -> [5,3,2,5] = (15); defense: 3d6+7 -> [5,6,6,7] = (24)
doghead
thotd
--- THE BIG HOUSE ---
-- ROUND 6 --
- Alpha -
Arthur throws up the defences against the his grinning attacker with foul smelling breath. The man continues to push, snapping and tearing at the air; but fails to find anything to sink his teeth into.
- Bravo -
In frustration, Lt. Martin yells at the stubborn old woman to die as he hammers at her head with his carbine. She refuses to oblige. The Lt. senses rather than sees the fight between the rest of Bravo and the boy; grunts of exertion, dull thumps, boots scuffing the floorboards; a heavy thump, a satisfied grunt. The head and shoulders of the young boy appear in the corner of the Lt.'s field of vision. He lies there motionless.
Ariel follows. A blur of movement and she buries her axe into the old woman's back with a sweeping backhanded swing. A light seems to go out of the woman's eyes. The rictus grin falls from her face, and for a moment there is something else (a fleeting shadow of relief?) before she collapses to the ground with a soft sigh.
- ooc -
Yeah! Finally you get one. Two even. And I didn't fudge it or anything. Arthur is still engaged, and Goss appears to still be fighting in the other room.
-- ROUND 6 --
- Alpha -
Arthur throws up the defences against the his grinning attacker with foul smelling breath. The man continues to push, snapping and tearing at the air; but fails to find anything to sink his teeth into.
- Bravo -
In frustration, Lt. Martin yells at the stubborn old woman to die as he hammers at her head with his carbine. She refuses to oblige. The Lt. senses rather than sees the fight between the rest of Bravo and the boy; grunts of exertion, dull thumps, boots scuffing the floorboards; a heavy thump, a satisfied grunt. The head and shoulders of the young boy appear in the corner of the Lt.'s field of vision. He lies there motionless.
Ariel follows. A blur of movement and she buries her axe into the old woman's back with a sweeping backhanded swing. A light seems to go out of the woman's eyes. The rictus grin falls from her face, and for a moment there is something else (a fleeting shadow of relief?) before she collapses to the ground with a soft sigh.
- ooc -
Yeah! Finally you get one. Two even. And I didn't fudge it or anything. Arthur is still engaged, and Goss appears to still be fighting in the other room.
Iron Captain
First Post
doghead
thotd
--- THE BIG HOUSE --
-- ROUND 7 --
- Romeo Delta Whisky -
The young man attacking Arthur continues to snap at the Marine's throat. But Arthur is able to hold him off until the he is brought down by the combined efforts of the Lt. and Cpl. Strathmore.
-- ROUND 8 --
- Romeo Delta Whisky -
The squad gets its first opportunity to see what is happening in the dining room. At that moment Sgt. Goss gets the opening he was looking for and the grell fells his opponent with a savage blow to the side of the head. The attacker collapses to the ground.
The Sgt. is bleeding profusely from a nasty wound at the neck. The pilot lies on the floor, motionless. The only thing moving at the moment are the marines of RDW. There is an open door leading further back into the house at the far end of the dining room.
Goss glances over to the Lt. "They got the jump on me. I think pilot bought it."
-- ROUND 7 --
- Romeo Delta Whisky -
The young man attacking Arthur continues to snap at the Marine's throat. But Arthur is able to hold him off until the he is brought down by the combined efforts of the Lt. and Cpl. Strathmore.
-- ROUND 8 --
- Romeo Delta Whisky -
The squad gets its first opportunity to see what is happening in the dining room. At that moment Sgt. Goss gets the opening he was looking for and the grell fells his opponent with a savage blow to the side of the head. The attacker collapses to the ground.
The Sgt. is bleeding profusely from a nasty wound at the neck. The pilot lies on the floor, motionless. The only thing moving at the moment are the marines of RDW. There is an open door leading further back into the house at the far end of the dining room.
Goss glances over to the Lt. "They got the jump on me. I think pilot bought it."
Iron Captain
First Post
Arthur stops hacking at his opponent. He looks around and his gaze rests on the pilot. A tear run down his cheek. The first fight the first few deaths, it's all too much.
He suddenly realizes something. He runs to the door and calls to the other crew member of the aircraft.
"Hello are you still there?!"
He suddenly realizes something. He runs to the door and calls to the other crew member of the aircraft.
"Hello are you still there?!"
doghead
thotd
--- THE BIG HOUSE ---
-- ROMEO DELTA WHISKY --
The Captain is breathing. Just. His breathing is uneven and shallow, and he is unconscious. The flesh around his throat is ragged and bloody.
Outside, Arthur sees the Navigator. He has retreated into the hold of the lifter. He is crouched just inside the door and has his pistol in hand. At Arthur's hail the Navigator looks over, then waves nervously.
The rest of the squad mills around the lobby and dining room. Nervuos energy keeps them in motion. Ariel pokes at the fallen body of the older, well dressed man with the toe of her boot. Goss leans against a wall. His tunic is covered in blood; like the Captain, he has nasty wounds around his neck and face.
In the looby, out of sight of the LT, Strathmore picks through the pockets of the boy and the old woman.
-- ROMEO DELTA WHISKY --
The Captain is breathing. Just. His breathing is uneven and shallow, and he is unconscious. The flesh around his throat is ragged and bloody.
Outside, Arthur sees the Navigator. He has retreated into the hold of the lifter. He is crouched just inside the door and has his pistol in hand. At Arthur's hail the Navigator looks over, then waves nervously.
The rest of the squad mills around the lobby and dining room. Nervuos energy keeps them in motion. Ariel pokes at the fallen body of the older, well dressed man with the toe of her boot. Goss leans against a wall. His tunic is covered in blood; like the Captain, he has nasty wounds around his neck and face.
In the looby, out of sight of the LT, Strathmore picks through the pockets of the boy and the old woman.
Watus
First Post
Lt. Martin rises and surveys the carnage. He shakes his head, irritation writ plainly on his face.
He shouts in the next room: "Corporal! Get in here! Take West and get the Captain back to the Toad. And ask the navigator if he has any idea how to fly that damn thing."
He turns back to the room, casting an appraising eye on Goss. "You look like hell, Sergeant."
OOC: technology question: is there an equivalent to radio in this setting? Some way to communicate our status back to the ship?
He shouts in the next room: "Corporal! Get in here! Take West and get the Captain back to the Toad. And ask the navigator if he has any idea how to fly that damn thing."
He turns back to the room, casting an appraising eye on Goss. "You look like hell, Sergeant."
OOC: technology question: is there an equivalent to radio in this setting? Some way to communicate our status back to the ship?
