Wing and Sword: Life During Wartime

[Bobitron]

ooc: Marcel will delay his action until the MG section fires.

Marcel leaps to his feet and prepares to bolt towards the spot where Sgt. Kat dropped, but Sgt. Müller's authoritative voice interrupts his motion as surely as a brick wall. Dropping back to a runner's crouch, Marcel waits for the chatter of the machinegun before moving his fastest towards the casualty. His mind is already racing as he considers the contents of his medkit.

ooc: Marcel will run 120' towards Sgt. Kat's position once the covering fire is on, which should get him a +2 bonus to Defense (+3 total).

 

[Barak]

Normand's first reaction is to switch is weapon to the grenade launcher, but just as he is about to fire, he realizes that he's pretty far out for his skill level, and that, well, as far as they know, there's hostages in there. Returning fire is one thing, lobbing a grenade, another.

By the time he switches his weapon back to rifle, the suppressing fire has already been well-established, and so he sees little point in wasting ammo adding his own. Instead, he stands, runs forwards, and falls back prone.


OOC
Move action to stand, move action to go 30' forward, free action to go back to prone.

 

[The Shaman]

Ortu continues to fire at the loft, more controlled bursts now, and over the din Marcel hears Sgt. Müller’s voice. “Doc, up front!” the German calls out as he rises to his feet and weaves his way forward, MAT-49 carried at the ready as he advances. The medic breaks into a dead run through the ripe wheat, his boots sinking into the plowed earth of the field.

Pyotr scans the fields and the farm, looking for movement, looking for a target, but aside from the machine gun bullets whizzing past and the splintering wood, all is still.

Vidal listens for a response on the radio, clutching the handy-talky to his ear, but there is only static as a reply to his impassioned call.

Normand heaves himself up and forward, running through the wheat, then diving back to the earth again among the stalks. To his right is Burhan Pamuk, the Turkish legionnaire resting on one knee, submachine gun trained on the barn. End of round 2.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Frustrated, Pyotr makes a quick decision. He stands and runs as fast as he can towards the edge of the wheat field and drops prone again.

Stand and move 30 ft then drop prone.

 

[Bobitron]

Marcel finshes his run by Sgt. Kat's prone form, dropping to his side in the wheat. Reaching over, he turns the man to face him. "Sergent? Where are you hit? Can you hear me?"

ooc: Move the remaining 30 feet and fall prone. Check Kat's wounds. Treat Injury check: 12. Try again next round. :\

 

[Barak]

Laying down next to the turk, Normand is unsure as to what to do. Since that one shot that took down the sergeant, there has been no fire from the farm. For all he knows, the shooter was by himself, and taken down in the return fire. Of course, he could just be laying low, and waiting for another easy shot.

Turning his head towards the turk, he speaks up in a loud whisper.

"Well, Burhan, what do you think we should do now, eh?"


OOC
Normand will train his weapon on the barn from where the first shot come, with a ready action to shoot should any fire come from there.

 

[знаток]

Seeing Fortier take control of Sergeant Kat, Vidal gives up on the radio and starts moving toward the left side of the barn in order to help clear it. He moves cautiously in a crouch, watching the loft and the rest of the farm for movement.

Spot: 21

 

[The Shaman]

Pamuk shrugs slightly at Normand’s question, like the big Frenchman never taking his eyes from the barn. “Wait for the sous-officiers,” he says flatly.

As Pyotr rises and moves forward, he hears footsteps crashing through the wheat not far behind, then the voice of Sgt. Müller. “Silvio, watch your fire! Babaye, security on that house!” calls the German sergent-chef. Pyotr dives into the wheat, only to hear the sergeant snap, “Get up, Kerenin! Keep moving toward the barn!”

Marcel hits the ground near Sgt. Katsourianis. The Greek sergent is fumbling with the pistol holster on his web belt. “I’m all right,” he says, wincing. “Bastard hit my sidearm.” A quick glance at the sous-officier’s belt reveals a jagged tear to the leather holster – the pistol knocked clear by the round is lying on the ground among the wheat stalks. “Knocked me over,” Katsourianis finishes. He glances about, taking in the scene, sees the legionnaires advancing without him. “Let’s get out of this field, Doc. Head for that barn,” he orders.

Vidal rises from the ground and moves forward cautiously, watching the entrance to the loft, but there is no sign of movement in the shadows beyond the splintered doorway. End of round 3.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr yells back as he stands up. "That was my plan, sergeant! I just didn't want to be lead bait." Rushing forward through the field of wheat, Pyotr tries to angle himself towards one corner of the barn while keeping an eye out for anyone other than his squadmates.

Rise from prone, move forward 30 ft. Looking for movement other than our own.

Spot check: (1d20+4=24)

I can see clearly now, the wheat is gone....

 

[Barak]

Normand remains in position, rifle trained on the barn, looking for any sign of movement within as he struggles to hear anything out of the ordinary as well, while waiting for the sous-officiers to catch up and order him differently.


OOC
spot check: 18
Listen check: 18