Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)
shadowbloodmoon
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Pyotr Kerenin
All the gunfire got Pyotr finally awake to what was happening. He saw Normand fire at another figure that had taken off running away from them. His round missed, as had most of the other's shots. Pyotr couldn't let this one get away.
He sighted his rifle along the running man's path, leading him and guaging each step so as to know exactly when to pull the trigger. He knew that the Sergeant wanted at least one alive, so he hoped he didn't hit a vital area. Quickly thinking, Pyotr decided he didn't have the time to waste as this man was fast getting down range. Taking a breath, he pulled the trigger.
Roll to Hit= 7
Pyotr wondered how it was he ever hit anything back in the war.
All the gunfire got Pyotr finally awake to what was happening. He saw Normand fire at another figure that had taken off running away from them. His round missed, as had most of the other's shots. Pyotr couldn't let this one get away.
He sighted his rifle along the running man's path, leading him and guaging each step so as to know exactly when to pull the trigger. He knew that the Sergeant wanted at least one alive, so he hoped he didn't hit a vital area. Quickly thinking, Pyotr decided he didn't have the time to waste as this man was fast getting down range. Taking a breath, he pulled the trigger.
Roll to Hit= 7
Pyotr wondered how it was he ever hit anything back in the war.
The Shaman
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As Pyotr squeezes the trigger, the running man stumbles slightly, then recovers, the carefully aimed shot disappearing into the distance.
Ignoring the tumult around him, Vidal scans the area, seeing nothing but the legionnaires, the desert, and the dead Arab lying nearly at his feet.
Normand sees the figure looking in his direction now. The running man's headlong flight carried him toward the German sergent and the three légionnaires - now safety must lie in a different direction.
Initiative order – second combat round:
Normand (18)
Sgt. Duval (15)
Running Arab (12)
NCOs (Neumann, Lavareaux, Martinez) (11)
Crouching Arab (9)
Marcel (9)
Vidal (8)
Legionnaires (Berg, Dinter, Gonzalez) (7)
Pyotr (5)
The running figure is 140' from Sgt. Neumann’s group, 150' from Cpl. Lavareaux’s line at the start of the turn – that’s -2 to hit for Normand in the first turn. If the man has a chance to move before Marcel, Vidal, and Pyotr get a chance to fire, that distance will probably change.
Ignoring the tumult around him, Vidal scans the area, seeing nothing but the legionnaires, the desert, and the dead Arab lying nearly at his feet.
Normand sees the figure looking in his direction now. The running man's headlong flight carried him toward the German sergent and the three légionnaires - now safety must lie in a different direction.
Initiative order – second combat round:
Normand (18)
Sgt. Duval (15)
Running Arab (12)
NCOs (Neumann, Lavareaux, Martinez) (11)
Marcel (9)
Vidal (8)
Legionnaires (Berg, Dinter, Gonzalez) (7)
Pyotr (5)
The running figure is 140' from Sgt. Neumann’s group, 150' from Cpl. Lavareaux’s line at the start of the turn – that’s -2 to hit for Normand in the first turn. If the man has a chance to move before Marcel, Vidal, and Pyotr get a chance to fire, that distance will probably change.
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Normand swore as he saw his shot hit the ground instead of the man. Then more shots rang around the "target", and he continued running in his direction. And now the man is looking straight at him.
Et merde! I need to take him down -now-, before he gets a chance to shoot at me!
Trying to take a bit more careful aim, the frenchman fires once more.
OOC: Fire at the man again, range modifier included for a net modifier of 0
to hit = 14
adding AP to to-hit: 20
damage (if hit) = 12
Et merde! I need to take him down -now-, before he gets a chance to shoot at me!
Trying to take a bit more careful aim, the frenchman fires once more.
OOC: Fire at the man again, range modifier included for a net modifier of 0
to hit = 14
adding AP to to-hit: 20
damage (if hit) = 12
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The Shaman
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Normand squeezes the trigger, feels the recoil of his rifle.
The running man jerks violently, the rifle flying out of his hands, as the légionnaire’s shot strikes home. He collapses to the ground, then crawls forward, seeking cover behind a patch of scrub. The rifle lies on the sand a few feet away.
Sgt. Duval watches the fleeing figure fall. “Lavareaux, advance your men. Stay alert!” the sergent-chef orders the legionnaires. He turns to Vidal, a grim half-smile on his disfigured face. “Nice shot, Gaspard.”
Lavareaux stands at the end of the line, motions the men forward. “Let’s go, quickly now. Keep your eyes open!” The gangly Picard sets a brisk pace, submachine gun held at the ready, eyes searching the scattered stands of scrub for signs of movement.
Neumann grunts when Normand’s shot brings the running man down. <German> “Gut, gut!” he says approvingly, continuing in French, “Keep him down.” The German fires a burst from his MAT-49, the 9mm slugs raking the top of the bushes where the fallen figure crawled.
Duval watches the line advance, then says to Vidal, “Check his pockets,” nodding toward the dead Arab lying on the sand beside them.
Vidal, please make Search and Knowledge (military science) skill checks – everyone else make Spot checks. BTW, don't worry about initiative order for the moment - we'll pick it up again if necessary.
The running man jerks violently, the rifle flying out of his hands, as the légionnaire’s shot strikes home. He collapses to the ground, then crawls forward, seeking cover behind a patch of scrub. The rifle lies on the sand a few feet away.
Sgt. Duval watches the fleeing figure fall. “Lavareaux, advance your men. Stay alert!” the sergent-chef orders the legionnaires. He turns to Vidal, a grim half-smile on his disfigured face. “Nice shot, Gaspard.”
Lavareaux stands at the end of the line, motions the men forward. “Let’s go, quickly now. Keep your eyes open!” The gangly Picard sets a brisk pace, submachine gun held at the ready, eyes searching the scattered stands of scrub for signs of movement.
Neumann grunts when Normand’s shot brings the running man down. <German> “Gut, gut!” he says approvingly, continuing in French, “Keep him down.” The German fires a burst from his MAT-49, the 9mm slugs raking the top of the bushes where the fallen figure crawled.
Duval watches the line advance, then says to Vidal, “Check his pockets,” nodding toward the dead Arab lying on the sand beside them.
Vidal, please make Search and Knowledge (military science) skill checks – everyone else make Spot checks. BTW, don't worry about initiative order for the moment - we'll pick it up again if necessary.
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shadowbloodmoon
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The Shaman
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Normand, Pyotr, and the other two legionnaires approach the wounded man carefully, scrutinizing the landscape as they advance, but the only thing moving appears to be their fellows with Cpl. Lavareaux.
The wounded man is lying behind a dense stand of brush, clutching at a bloody wound on his right side, just above the pelvis – his face is ashen and his breathing heavy as he stares up from the ground.
The man also appears Muslim, with dark hair graying at the temples and a neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache. He is wearing well-worn military fatigues and combat boots, a maroon Berber cap covering his head. Other than his labored breathing, the Muslim makes no sound as he returns your gaze
Sgt. Neumann picks up the man’s rifle from where it rests on the sand. It’s a MAS-36, standard arm of the French Army for many years and still in service with some units around Algeria, including the gendarmerie and some of the Algerian auxiliaries. All of the legionnaires trained with it at Sidi-bel-Abbès, in fact. Neumann removes the magazine, works the bolt, and ejects a brass cartridge into the sand, before setting the rifle down again.
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Cpl. Lavareaux’s line works its way through the rocks and scrub, eyes probing the brush, but there is nothing but sand and stone and sparse vegetation as they approach the legionnaires standing around the wounded man.
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Vidal looks at the body. Flies have started to collect on the bloody tunic, on the man’s mouth, on his unseeing eyes. It’s a young face – late teens or early twenties, his hair and mustache fine, his stubble patchy and uneven. The légionnaire sees the man’s kufi lying on the ground – the skullcap is brown, with dark geometric patterns woven into the knit along the edge. Next to the cap lies the rifle – Vidal notes it’s a Mauser 98K, the kind used by the Germans in the war. The stock is worn but the metal has been well cared-for over the years. Leather sandals complete the dead man’s clothing.
The bloody tunic has no pockets, but in the trousers Vidal finds a small book and a folded sheet of paper – the script appears Arabic. A small string of wooden beads, mahogany perhaps, is in the pocket as well. In an olive drab pouch hanging from the dead man’s belt, Vidal finds two more magazines for the Mauser. The flies buzz angrily as the légionnaire conducts his search.
The wounded man is lying behind a dense stand of brush, clutching at a bloody wound on his right side, just above the pelvis – his face is ashen and his breathing heavy as he stares up from the ground.
The man also appears Muslim, with dark hair graying at the temples and a neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache. He is wearing well-worn military fatigues and combat boots, a maroon Berber cap covering his head. Other than his labored breathing, the Muslim makes no sound as he returns your gaze
Sgt. Neumann picks up the man’s rifle from where it rests on the sand. It’s a MAS-36, standard arm of the French Army for many years and still in service with some units around Algeria, including the gendarmerie and some of the Algerian auxiliaries. All of the legionnaires trained with it at Sidi-bel-Abbès, in fact. Neumann removes the magazine, works the bolt, and ejects a brass cartridge into the sand, before setting the rifle down again.
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Cpl. Lavareaux’s line works its way through the rocks and scrub, eyes probing the brush, but there is nothing but sand and stone and sparse vegetation as they approach the legionnaires standing around the wounded man.
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Vidal looks at the body. Flies have started to collect on the bloody tunic, on the man’s mouth, on his unseeing eyes. It’s a young face – late teens or early twenties, his hair and mustache fine, his stubble patchy and uneven. The légionnaire sees the man’s kufi lying on the ground – the skullcap is brown, with dark geometric patterns woven into the knit along the edge. Next to the cap lies the rifle – Vidal notes it’s a Mauser 98K, the kind used by the Germans in the war. The stock is worn but the metal has been well cared-for over the years. Leather sandals complete the dead man’s clothing.
The bloody tunic has no pockets, but in the trousers Vidal finds a small book and a folded sheet of paper – the script appears Arabic. A small string of wooden beads, mahogany perhaps, is in the pocket as well. In an olive drab pouch hanging from the dead man’s belt, Vidal finds two more magazines for the Mauser. The flies buzz angrily as the légionnaire conducts his search.
