War in the Cluster (Only War - IC)

[Entaris]

Spoiler

Show

Oh yes, Comrade is ainding the aim test, whatever that order was called.

[Hemnon]

Rowan wasn't about to humor the stupid natives, but replying back. he knew full well his sexual preferences -which did not include male Commissars. He just flipped them the bird in response as he ran past.

Rowan just half-heartedly mumbled a response to the commissar's questions and such, though his jogging did halt a bit at the sound of battle over his comm-bead, listening in on the communication going through the channel.

++This is Rowan, I'm out sight-seeing with the commissar, what's going on, i hear grumbled chatter and what sounds like weapon's fire over the bead?++ he replied in return, to the Sarge.

[Fibinachi]

Firniks helmet always gave the com chatter an oddly nebolous quality, since every other sound became slightly muffled. Hearing voices clearly when every other bit of the world seemed distant gave him the urge to look over his shoulder. It was one of the easier prices to pay to be encased in advanced plate and be assured most low powered weapons would do ever so little against his bulk. With thudding steps, the stormtrooper followed Carnelia like a massive shadow, carbine at the ready, pointing low. They were still inside the compound, and that meant friendlies in the halls. Wouldn't want an accident happening.

His old combat instructors had been very, very clear on that point after one too many incidents of decidedly unfriendly fire.

The rest of the squad was still forming up, getting gear and getting ready. Best put some distance between this doorway and the others, in case someone wanted to try something flagrantly violent. Giving sergeant Carnelia a quick hand signal, Firnik strode some steps to the side and prepared to cover his squad.

Apparently, the recaf would have to wait.

Spoiler: Awareness, Tactica

Show

(d100)[3] Awareness, 42.
(d100)[62], Scholastic Lore: Tactica Imperialis (20)

When attacking a larger, fortified compound, where do you aim your raid? A vulnerable, high value target like, say, a motor pool...? q:

I, am a little tin soldier
that wants to jump into your fire

[LeSwordfish]

Anna moved quick as a snake when she wanted to, back towards the bed. Praiseby had already drew her rifle and threw it to the older woman. Anna caught it, spun it into firing position, and began scanning the area.

She was unarmoured. She barely had any ammo. In the close confines of the base, her rifle would be useless. Praiseby seemed to have come to the same conclusion.

"Go ghost."

Praiseby nodded, and the two women vanished into the shadows.

OOC

Spoiler

Show

Anna and her comrade are going to go into stealth mode. Find a dark corner or shadow and stick to it. (1d100)[70] Stealth vs 75 (45 Ag+30 cloak)

In addition, awareness test. (1d100)[79] vs 43

[Glarx]

Spoiler: Motorpool

Show

OOC: Entaris, you need to tell me which of the three options ArcturusV outlined in the OOC thread you want to go with. You cannot perform an overwatch action, regardless of which of the three you choose from. Also, while I've got your ear, you really ought to post your character sheet in the OOC thread. Just edit it in to the post you first made in the OOC. Super helpful stuff. Sorry for the delay, I can't resolve the Surprise Round until I know your action.

Finally, I need an initiative test from you, Entaris.

Spoiler: The Joggers

Show

OOC: There's a disconnect between the posts of Hemnon and Doc Kraken, so I need to resolve that. Hemnon is saying Rowan kept jogging, whereas Doc Kraken seems to be indicating that Ffordeham stopped and began speaking to the local color. Is Rowan just jogging away? Is the Commissar jogging towards them while puffing out his chest? I need to understand the situation, I'm afraid.

Also, I need awareness tests from the both of you, please.

Spoiler: The Barracks

Show

With an explosion that rattled the walls of the barracks, the wailing siren quickly ceased. The sound of las weaponry and solid projectiles began to sound around the encampment -- the area outside the barracks is much like any part of Lost Haven. Plumes of smoke, gouts of fire, subtle vibrations in the ground that indicates the liberal use of explosives... it's chaotic, for certain. A few fellow soldiers are moving around the camp, rushing to put out fires or ascertain the enemy. Firnik is able to see a skulking group of locals several hundred meters ahead, sticking out ever so slightly. There's plenty of cover between them and the group, and it's possible they aren't even the assailants -- but they do seem slightly more armed than a group of locals ought to be, and they're certainly not supposed to be there.

Spoiler: OOC

Show

In the event I've missed a question, please let me know. The mind is scattered at the moment, but I think I've taken everyone's preemptive rolls into account...

[Caimheul]

Spoiler: Barracks

Show

Sergeant Carnelia tries to keep the worry off her face, hoping the missing members of the squad are simply out of microbead range. The Commissar and Rowan should be okay, but no telling about the Enginseer and Operator. "Right. Anything on the other comms channels?" she asks her adjunct. "No luck yet Sarge, seems everyone's just as confused as we are."
"Damn. Keep trying, and keep trying to raise the missing squaddies."
"Alright Sarge." Emilia replies as the Sergeant turns to those still following her.

Spoiler: Microbead Range (Barracks and Motorpool groups)

Show

<"Alright, no use standing out here like sitting squabs, everyone grab some cover, and move away from the barracks. Report anything suspicious ASAP.">

Spoiler: ACTIONS

Show

Will try to move to closest cover, barring being told of any potential threats by anyone who may or may not have spotted them

[Fibinachi]

Firnik scanned the area, mentally sorting through the fog of war. This was Lost Haven, and some days on leave had taught him a trick or two. The smoke was normal, for instance. Pretty common for an area of industry, even if out of place in a supposedly guarded guard compound.
(Blast those Karisfolk!)
Imperial Guards rushing about to accomplish some task or other was a sight more common than his own hands, after a life spent in the Emperor's Blessed military. Okay, so the fires were an interesting facet, but that could just be an impromptu exercise. Hardly a point of worry, welcome, even.
(Security detail? This was a security detail? Blast those Karisfolk!)
There was a rather disconcerting lack of cohesion to the movements of his fellow soldiers. Officers were not, seemingly, leading the fire fighting efforts, but clustered groups showing some initiative. That, in itself, was a cause for alarm. Not having a sergeant hovering nearby was a contemptible breach of protocol.
(Bloody Karisfolk couldn't prevent a titan from being stolen!)
The ground moving under the manipulations of large ordnance was a lovely callback to many a live fire exercise and so, truly, more comforting than cause for alarm. Firnik sagged a little, relaxing as the twisting vibrations boomed across the ground. Didn't get much more homely than this. The ambiance of live ammunition fired off added a special little touch of joy to the scene. Almost like a good, comforting blanket.
(Had to ask someone for a good insult for next time he met a Karis trooper. They deserved it)
Seemed most of the local area, smoke wrapped and fire marked as it was, appeared clear of enemy force---

Wait, what was that? A group of civilians in his military compound? Nevermind their weapons, this was what security checkpoints were for, and damned if the Karisfolk hadn't bothered to make anyone sign any papers! They weren't following an assigned Imperial Guard guide! That just wouldn't do at all. Couldn't run an army with visitation standards this lax. Carnelia wasn't ordering anyone around at the moment, as she was moving towards a good spot of cover with Emilia, so Firnik tapped the side of his helmet, activating the microbead.

"<Squad - Civilians armed, inside compound. Far out, smoke covers. Past fire six and seven from the right. Anna, Lumina, Vin, Elessa, you scope them out? Uncertain intent. No guide near, lots of weapons>"

Could be a group of particularly patriotic gasmask wielding miners ready to join the fray, as was their duty. Or it could be a group of respirator clad recidivists. Well, better stick close to the sergeant nonetheless. Wouldn't want the leader getting shot before giving actual orders.

Spoiler: Action

Show

Follow Carnelia.

Will try to move to closest cover, barring being told of any potential threats by anyone who may or may not have spotted them

Hi! I'm Firnik! *Big, 20 int grin*

[Caimheul]

Spoiler: Microbead (Barracks and Motorpool)

Show

<Copy that. Right squad, let's move to intercept. Follow me, move from cover to cover, keep eyes peeled for other threats. Try to be subtle.>" Carnelia orders, as she begins moving in the direction of the indicated "civilians," readying her lascarbine.

Spoiler: Revised actions

Show

Move into cover in direction of civvies Firnik spotted, looking for other threats.
Awareness: (1d100)[78] TN 31
Stealth: (1d100)[14] TN 30 (30 -20 Untrained +20 Camo cloak [Note to self: Train Stealth])

[Doc Kraken]

Spoiler

Show

Yup, the Commissar's stopped to argue with the locals. No retreat in the face of...slightly crabby, xenophobic miners. Hmm. Not so grand.


Also, Hemnon, don't think we can hear the battle, we're out of micro-bead range.

Awareness: (1d100)[56] vs. 31

[Hemnon]

Spoiler

Show

Yup, the Commissar's stopped to argue with the locals. No retreat in the face of...slightly crabby, xenophobic miners. Hmm. Not so grand.


Also, Hemnon, don't think we can hear the battle, we're out of micro-bead range.

Awareness: (1d100)[91] vs. 31

Spoiler

Show

Ups, sorry, well, then Rowan is just jogging on the spot until the commissar either kills the locals or returns to the jogging as well

and for the battle-stuff, oh well, then just take it as background static that MIGHT sound as gunfire or some such. jeez, i really need to re-read posts before beginning to reply. sorry about all the F**kups.


Awareness Test TN 33
(1d100)[91]

[Glarx]

Spoiler: The Joggers

Show

The leader nodded his head, holding up his hands in the universal sign of placation. "Oy, oy, no reason to get in a tizzy, chumma, just playin' around, ain't no cause for nothin'. Just havin' some fun, yeah? Bein' nice, yeah?" He looked over his shoulder for a second before launching forwards at the Commissar, attempting to bite the man! Meanwhile, one of his companions withdrew a shoddy looking shotgun and leveled it towards the commissar whilst the other attempted to strike the Heavy Gunner!

As the men attacked, it became apparent that there was clearly more than met the eye for the leader -- after all, who tries to bite someone?

Spoiler: Combat

Show

Sorry guys, Surprise Round it is.

(1d100)[73]
(1d100)[22]
(1d10)[5]
(1d10)[10]

[Idares]

Whilst making his way to the Chimera the Enginseer was still pondering: "20's"? What on Terra is she referring to? Ahhh yes!

Sigismund activates his Microbeads: "My "20's" are running at 94,76% in quad-core process capactiy, Sergeant." He breaks off then calls in "The Rider and I are with Patrocinium at the Vehicilum Obficina"

After he reaches safety: "No persons or activities, Sergeant, but the Rider, Trooper Rexus seems to have been alerted to ongoings"

[Hemnon]

Rowan had been meaning to parry that strike against him, but a wrong move makes the opponent's fist crack right against his arm, causing a minor fracture.

"ARgh! damn you, you scum!" he growls and draws his knife and returns the favor in kind.


Combat Rolls

Spoiler

Show

WS 30-10 fatigued.
(1d100)[81]

possible damage
(1d10)[10]/2+4=9 to MISS.... damn it.

[Caimheul]

Spoiler: Microbead (Barracks/Motorpool)

Show

<Glad to hear from ya. Keep in touch, and keep safe. If yall can get the Chimera running, that'd be mighty handy 'bout now, Enginseer,> the Sergeant replies relieved to hear from at least a couple of the wayward members of her flock.

[Glarx]

Spoiler: The Joggers

Show

The knife, which had enough power behind it to decapitate lesser beings, thankfully flew by the punching local without making contact. With a snarl, the local biter attempted to swat the Commissar with his hands! Meanwhile, the man with the shotgun turned his attention to the knife-wielding gunner and fired off a round!

While the biter's hand did make contact with the Commissar, the shotgun jammed with an audible bang, and the barrel smoked pathetically. The man holding the shotgun gave a little startled squeak when the weapon failed to fire.

Spoiler: Combat

Show

(1d100)[5]
(1d100)[49]
(1d10)[8]
(1d10)[10]

[Doc Kraken]

Ffordeham's eyes widen and he lets out a little grunt as the leader bit into him, staggering under the followup blow. "You...you..." He found his voice, just as his searching hand found his bolt pistol. He yanked it from its holster, leveling it at the leader.

"You cheap-shotting little pestilence!"

Spoiler

Show

Half action: Draw bolt pistol (ready)
Half action: Standard attack at the leader.
To hit: (1d100)[46] vs. 45 (35+10 for standard attack, no range bonus as we're in melee)
Damage (if applicable): (1d10+5)[8] or (1d10+5)[7], whichever is higher.

Righteous Fury (if applicable): (1d5)[5]

[Glarx]

Spoiler: The Joggers

Show

The punching local put up his arms and prepared to defend himself more effectively against the next knife slice.

Spoiler: Combat

Show

Punchy is going with the Defensive Stance action. All attempts to slice him take a -20.

[LeSwordfish]

Microbead

Spoiler

Show

"Sarge!" Anna muttered, staying still, her rifle aimed. "Rowan and the Commissar are still out on a run."

[Caimheul]

Spoiler: Microbead

Show

<Yeah, was hoping they'da stayed near the compound instead of sightseeing. Damn. Hope they're alright.>

[Glarx]

Spoiler: Motorpool

Show

Gunmetal Arkan earned his name as he clanged around the top of the Chimera, his attempts at stealth completely destroyed by his utter lack of luck. However, once he reached the turret he could see the source of the noise -- three locals, dragging a bag between the three of them. The rough fabric was straining and stretching against something -- the corners were quite pronounced, interrupting the sides of the bag. They were dragging something stiff and rectangular, it would seem! Once they heard his movements, however, two of the locals dropped the bag and quickly began to scale the side of the Chimera -- both moving with almost disturbing grace up the side of the damaged beast. Their arms and legs bent in unnatural ways, and despite the best efforts of their disguises, their distended bellies and bloated skin -- as well as the atrocious stink permeating the air near them -- was unmistakeable. These were not mere humans!

The third quickly moved the bag towards the front of the Chimera, struggling to push the object against the front of the beast. Without the help of its allies, however, the third local made quite a racket, grunting in exertion to push his bag out of harm's way!

Spoiler: Combat

Show

Surprise round -- well, you didn't have LoS on them at this point, so whoooo knooooows! Then we get to Entaris' action -- he moves and readies the turret. Then we get to the enemy's turn again -- Bloaty and Smelly make full round actions to get to the top of the Chimera, and Bumpy pushes the bag underneath the tank and out of the line of possible fire. It is now Entaris' move.

[Fibinachi]

The corporal was right, it did seem Rowan and Ffordeham would be outside the initial range of this raid. But then again, if people were willing to attack a compound of Imperial Guards, there would be spotters out there trying to take care of stragglers running away or patrols returning to offer aid.

Which was probably why there was a large group of armed civilians here now, to slow down any response by way of distracting gunfire. Clever, even if that meant they were in the way. Firnik grinned, beneath the helmet, and followed the squad, skulking their way through the smoke and fire.

Better go make them not be in the way, then. Couldn't let the man in charge of shooting in the back or the lad with the autocannon just croak on their own.

<"Sergeant, intercept that group or hustle to the motorpool?This has the feeling of a distraction.>"

Spoiler: Stealth

Show

Follow the leader!
(d100)[88] vs 70, Stealth
(d100)[14] vs 43, Awareness
(d100)[41] vs 20, Tactica
(d10+4)[10], Init

Rolls rolls rolls, if they're needed.

[Caimheul]

Spoiler: Barracks/Motorpool

Show

<Distraction or not, this group is the more immediate threat. They open up on the disorganized troopers it'll be a blood bath.>

[Entaris]

Spoiler: "Motorpool and Microbead"

Show

Gunmetal Arkan's brow furrowed and his face fell into a deep anger few have ever seen and lived from, "MUTANT! Sarge! We have Mutants in the Motorpool! Three tangoes plus unknown object! Eliminating. He shouted as he swivelled the pintle-mounted gun around, lining up to mow down the mutants climbing his Chimera, Sigs! Take out the one with the box! He shouted to the Enginseer, his authority in all matters pertaining to operating during wartime putting force into his words as he unloaded eight searing bolt rounds into the climbers.Bolgin! Begin start procedures! He barked to his comrade, who quickly climbed up the side ladder and slipped past the operator to begin bringing the great steely beast to roaring life.

Spoiler

Show

So, one aim, one ballistic and an accelerated climb.

(1d100)[55] vs 85
and (1d100)[69] vs 50

[Glarx]

Spoiler: Motorpool

Show

The mutants attempted to dodge the hail of bullets coming from the turret. While the primary target managed to evade the bolt shells in a sinewy show of sinister skill, the other just barely failed. He took a bolt to the chest -- the blood pouring from the wound spoke volumes. While the mutant still stood, a few of the distended guts squelched out of the hole in his abdomen, putrid juices spraying out of the wound and saturating Arkan's face. Clearly the attack had hit home -- the mutant couldn't have taken such a direct hit and simply shrugged it off!

Spoiler: Combat

Show

(1d100)[22]
(1d100)[42]

[Idares]

Sigismund speaks into his respitor in reply to the Sergeant, oblivious to the assault: <Disallowed Sergeant, the Metalic Beast is currently under routine inspection and cannot be moved at the mo...>

Before he could even finish his sentence, the Tech-Priest was surprised by the mutants assaulting that have sailed themselves onto the Chimera only to see them being mowed down by the Operate's hail of bolter fire.

He notices the 3rd mutant place the object at the chest of the tank as Rexus direct his attention to it. What is it? Something unstable? Explosives?! He halts his action of seeking cover and spins around towards the 3rd Mutant.

"Do not touch such a hallow miracle with your filth!" Sigismund charges at the Mutant with Simon at his side, bringing down the massive Servo-Claw onto his foe.

Spoiler

Show

Charge Action (Full Action) + Ganging Up by Comrade
(1d100)[71]vs 29+20+10
(2d10+17)[27] Pen10

[Hemnon]

Hatred and fury are ablaze in Rowan's eyes, his willingness to kill is near a boiling point and he swings his knife in a savage overhead jab downwards.

Combat Rolls

Spoiler

Show

All-Out Attack
WS 30+30(AOA)-10(Fatigued)-20(Defensive Enemy) = 30
(1d100)[8]

Damage:
(1d10)[10]/2+4=9 against Right Leg

5 Critical Damage from Righteous Fury (rolled in OOC)

[Glarx]

Spoiler: The Joggers

Show

The bolt managed to scare the biting local a bit, but not all that much. With a gurgling sound, he lunged at the bolt-pistol-wielding commissar with his teeth once more! Meanwhile, the shotgun man threw away his useless weapon and took out a knife, running to engage the heavy gunner in melee!

The man in the defensive poses manages to evade the powerful slice, dodging the Heavy Gunner's knife. Meanwhile, the biting local failed to connect, his teeth snapping closed too early!

Spoiler: Combat

Show

Bitey McBitesalot going in for the bite. A dodge from Punchy. And a half action draw and a half action approach from the shotgunner.

(1d100)[17]
(1d100)[84]
(1d10)[2]

Spoiler: Motorpool

Show

The enginseer failed to connect, but he did startle the mutant in front. There was an extremely audible 'clank' from beneath the chimera, and with the fluidity only unnatural mutation could provide, the mutant slipped away from the techpriest and beneath the personnel carrier!

Meanwhile, on top of the chimera, the mutants approached the man in the gun. In unison, their raised their fists and brought them down, attempting to strike the operator in the head and knock him out!

Spoiler: Combat

Show

Bilbo Bagman up front uses a Disengage action and crawls beneath the Chimera.

Both fellows up top make Stun attacks.

(1d100)[17]
(1d100)[66]
(1d10)[4]
(1d10)[7]

[Fibinachi]

"Mutants? I--"

Come now, Firnik. You were a man clad in thicker armor than most. Couldn't do something so ungraceful as be confused now. Speaking through the voice filter of his helmet, Firnik glanced around quickly to make sure that only he, Carnelia and Emilia was within speaking range. Wouldn't do to upset the chain of command. Besides, wouldn't want Lumina to hear him being all frazzled. It was bad enough she go to treat cuts in the first place. Wouldn't ever hear the end of it if the tin soldier actually seemed worried for a moment.

"Sergeant, there's ten of us here. Rally the others around, send two to help at the motorpool. A heavy support solution from a vehicle can dissuade that group of ahead more than us. Lock them in, then break this group, then find heavy Rowan and Ffordeham. Neither Sigismund nor Arkan are killers, and unidentified device always mean explosive. This is a raid, so they want to distract us then disable important sites. Anna is fast and stealthy. Send her over there."

[Doc Kraken]

The Commissar jerked back, instinctively responding to his attacker's attempt to bite him. "Cuiyale's Manual of Personal Combat, you recidivist filth!" He spat, firing his pistol again. "Hold your ground, Acrylis! These vermin are not properly trained!"

Spoiler

Show

Half action: Aim

Half action: Standard attack at Bitey

To hit: (1d100)[29] vs. 55 (35+10 for standard attack, +10 for Aim, no range bonus as we're in melee)
Damage (if applicable): (1d10+5)[8] or (1d10+5)[13], whichever is higher.

Righteous Fury (if applicable): (1d5)[1]

[Xunthrae]

Vin keeps his rosario in his hand, using it to guide his focus. His power is ready to be unleashed. "I am ready for whatever the decision is."