Wing and Sword: Chat et Souris (Prologue)

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr sends a silent prayer to someone as he watches the barrel of that death giver swing towards him. They spotted me! Hearing his friend Normand cry out steeled his nerves however and Pyotr keeps his rifle on target, believing in the rocks of Mother Earth to stop those rounds coming his way. Then he sees the weapon point away and start belching flame and death towards his comrades. Oh no you don't. Pyotr's eyes stared directly into the chest of the one manning the machine. Come on sweetheart, we have to do this. Pyotr pulls the trigger. Seeing the shot go wide, Pyotr prepares to move. Those fells are too dug in for him to hit from here.

Finish Dead Aim and fire. -4 range, +2 dex, +2 Dead Aim

To Hit: 5

I don't think a hero point will help that one....

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel lifts his rifle once again, taking careful aim at the fells. He squeezes the trigger slowly, rather than jerking it like on his previous shots, and it pays off with an excellent shot.

OOC: Attack roll is a 20! Threat roll: 9, Damage: 13 I think is the end of my magazine, so Marcel uses his move action to reload.

 

[The Shaman]

The legionnaires loose a torrent of fire on the fellaghas in the gully as Normand, Gonzalez, and Neumann fall back from their advance position. Marcel fires at one of the insurgents, an Arab in fatigues with a rifle in his hands, sees the man collapse to the gravel of the streambed – Berg’s shot also finds its target. Vidal fires as well, but the fellagha drops prone at the moment he squeezes the trigger, and he works the bolt to chamber another round. Ranged attack: 14.

Start of round 22. As Pyotr rises to retreat, he sees the machine gun once again turn his way. This time the barrel spits fire and lead at the Russian légionnaire. Pyotr: Reflex save, DC 15 – no cover bonus.

Normand, Neumann, and Gonzalez race across the desert toward the sheltering hill, bullets snapping around them as they flee. Seconds seem like minutes until they reach the base of the outcrop where the other legionnaires are firing now to cover Pyotr’s retreat. Neumann, panting and scowling, somehow manages to get out the words, “Kerenin...cover...fire,” as he drops to one knee facing the fellaghas from the bottom of the slope.

On the hill Lavareaux’s submachine gun chatters, as does Duval’s downslope to the north – fellaghas cling to the floor of the gully, unable to advance through the fire. Over the din Duval yells to Vidal, “If they come up this gully to our right, we’re in position to enfilade their advance. Keep your eyes open!” Vidal nods as he fires again. Ranged attack: 5. Again the terrain works against him as he racks the old rifle’s bolt.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr quickly gets to his feet and upon seeing his comrades at the gathering place, he decides to go there himself. Taking off in a sprint, Pyotr rushes towards them, his footsteps followed by machine gun rounds tearing the ground up around his heels.


Reflex Save and Action Point: 13+4= 17

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel drops to a prone position. What was it Duval said in training? Stay low, it gives the bad guys less to shoot at and helps your aim, Marcel reflected. If I'm going to shot, might as well not get shot in return.

In a good mood despite the circumstance, still riding the emotional high of his last shot, he settles down and aims carefully at one of the fells. Here we go...

OOC: Attack roll is a 6

"Lavareaux! Berg! What's next?"

 

[The Shaman]

Marcel misses as do Berg and Vidal, but the legionnaires’ fire has brought the advance in the gully to a halt for the moment. Vidal: Ranged attack 3. A few of the fells, like the one killed by Marcel, lie dead in the streambed – others are cowering, seeking cover from the edge of the gully or among stands of brush. One breaks and runs for the rear.

Not all of the fellaghas are stopped however. A dozen insurgents on the other side of the gully break into a run, quickly moving toward the northern flank of the hill occupied by the legionnaires. Running fells are at C6, moving eastward.

Others continue to keep up their own fire at the paratroopers. Even as the burst from the machine gun misses, rifle bullets continue to snap around Pyotr. He barely feels the tug as a round passes through the shoulders of his smock. Pyotr: Damage 2 – hardly seems worth the effort...

"Lavareaux! Berg! What's next?" asks Marcel. “Neumann’s got wounded – go check on them!” the caporal-chef replies.

Vidal hears voices coming from the handset of the radio clipped to the shoulder of his smock. “Juliet 4, this is Tango 81, distance 15km on vector 245.” The voice is calm, almost detached – the sound of the jet engine in the background is distinct. “ETA one minute.”

End of round 22.

 

[Bobitron]

“Neumann’s got wounded – go check on them!” the caporal-chef replies.

Marcel nods his agreement and starts moving towards Neumann's position, keeping his head as low as possible as he runs. When he arrives, he calls out to the group.

"Anyone in worse shape than the others?"

OOC: I'm not sure how long it will take to get to Neumann, looks pretty close on the map but I'm having a mind blank regarding the scale.

 

[Barak]

Continuing to jog towards the dubious cover of the nearby rocks, Normand hear Marcel's words.

"Anyone in worse shape than the others?"

Turning his head briefly in his direction, Normand is grinning, but his face is deathly pale.

"Ya looked out theyre layteley, mon? White the nomber of fells outta theyre, I'd say we all be in preytty bad shape!"

Unlike previously, his words are fairly dripping with a thick Marseilles' accent, and his eyes are pretty wide, surprisingly not with fear but something resembling more... Excitment?

Reaching the rocks, Normand drops to the ground, with a groan of pain. Shaking his head, he looks in the direction of the enemy, sizing them up, and wondering what to do next.


OOC
Move to cover, and drop prone.

 

[The Shaman]

Pyotr’s mad dash carries him across the desert to the base of the hill as Normand, Neumann, and Gonzalez join Marcel in the cover of the rocks at the crest. Lavareaux and Berg continue to provide covering fire as the fellaghas in the gully press forward: one squad breaks out of the streambed, moving toward the rocky position abandoned by Pyotr just moments ago while another continues its orderly advance along the gully as their comrades provide covering fire of their own, the bullets crackling around the legionnaires.

Duval grabs Vidal’s shoulder and points – across the gully to the north one of the fellagha squads breaks into a charge across the desert, moving on the legionnaires’ north flank. Duval’s submachine gun and Vidal’s rifle fire on the fells – faintly above the din the radioman hears the spotter’s voice from the handset, “Tango 81, Juliet 4, I copy your last. Forward observer is Hourglass.”

End of round 23. The attached map show your positions at the beginning of the next round.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

The wound on Pyotr's shoulder was going to have friends soon if he didn't get his behind up that hill. Scrambling to the top, he says, "I can't seem to get a bead on that gunner. I'm going to try from up here.". True to his words, Pyotr attempts to find a hiding place in the rocks.

Hide check: 18