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"THAT WOULD BE FUN!" Eris fumes.
"Come on! I'm impatient! When will I get to kill the enemy baddies? I'm nobility! We used to get what we deserved, wheter it be death or despair REAL FAST. WHEN CAVALRY RULED THE FIELDS!" Eris stops shouting.
He calms down a bit more.
"Uh, errr...." he turns to the officers. "... sorry sirs! Been waiting for this life and death situation for so long! I... I may be green in my behavior but I will do what I can for my country, come what may - come early death or glorious victory."
"I volounteer to join such a raid. Nobility obliges me to do so. And I do so willingly." Eris sheds a tear that wets the maroon scarf around his neck.
Last edited by Moechi_Vill : 11-06-2007 at 05:14 AM.
((No worries. I've been over the top and come back a dozen times. No worries.))
Quickly replacing his normal cap with the uniform helmet, Atticus hurries to keep up with the miles as they start climbing the trench. He hurries partly in the hope of getting clean away from the trench edge and any Milonian rifle-sights- but also partly in the hope that concentrating on the ladder rungs will conceal the fear that amounts to an almost physical nausea.
Once on top, he'll try to find the first piece of cover and assess the level of danger.
Sliding over the side of the trench, his eyes darting across no-mans land for areas of cover even a crater deep enough to shield him from enemy eyes, Gaius follows the Miles. Using his rifle, he starts pointing out the scant bits of cover he can see, and directing the miles toward them.
High Ref and Recruiter for the PvP Arena.
No Man's Land
There is an eerie silence across no-man's-land as the miles creep fowards. You come over a low rise, and the canvas of the aeropteros' wings come into view. The area is dotted with small ridges and shell holes. It has taken a rough landing, but the structure is mainly intact.
Cato "We really should be getting back to your trench. I'd like to meet the rest of your officers."
Cato quite quickly reaches your trench, only to find it more or less deserted, manned by a few miles.
"Where the hell is everybody?"
No Man's Land
The pilot is unconcious, his flight suit stained red with blood and a broken shard of metal is piercing his chest. The aeropteros has broken into three parts; bits of the cockpit and the pilot are in the centre, along with the double-wings; the tail of the craft has broken off about five metres back. Finally, the very end of the plane, front of the cockpit, the propellor and autogun have been thrown forwards and landed into a shell hole someway forwards.
The miles start taking up position around the plane, scanning the horizon for any sign of motion in the darkness.
Atticus is just brushing loose dirt from the engine block when his fingers run into a large, triangular scrap of skin and flesh. He spits a Rean curseword in hushed tones, realising the grim position of the pilot for the first time.
"I don't know anything about medecine. Eris, can you help him? I have a closure device, but I... I can't be sure it's safe. I'm not a healer. If we only had the centurion here!"
"Looks like we'll be carrying him back. Then there's the gun, the engine block-" the skinny man pushes at it, trying to gauge the weight of it- "I don't think we'll be able to take back what's in the cockpit. I guess we'll smash as much as we can, if there's time, to stop Milly getting his hands on it."
"Can the pilot tell us if there was anything else in the 'plane? I'd hate to leave the cargo or something."
Assuming the pilot can't answer questions, and someone can do better than his use of the wand, he'll quickly examine the tail section and the ground nearby, looking for any cargo or other parts of the aeropteros that might have been thrown clear.
"Tribune Octavius' orders are to recover a downed aeropteros in no-man's-land. They left a good ten minutes ago, sir."
As he hears this, Cato's face goes pale. Under his breath, the keen-eared may be able to hear:
"Sweet Mars preserve him when I..."
No Man's Land
The engine is heavy, but you think that you can drag it slowly. The autogun is bulky, but quite carriable. The pilot, on the other hand, is heavy and bulky, and the shard of metal in his chest seem fairly serious.
You find a battered instrument panel with a pad of paper nailed to it. Scrawled across the paper is observations about the movements of Milonian troops in a rough handwriting. In the cockpit, apparently dropped by the pilot is a revolver, but it is in a bad way. The pilot stirs, and for a moment seems to be awaking, but he quickly resumes his slumber.
A gunshot cracks the night.
A soldier collapses backwards.
Dark red spreads out across his tunic as he falls backwards into the mud.
Sangius with me! Cato no offence but you stay here."
With this she will mutter a few words casting a spell on herself [casting entropic shield] Then vault the top of the trench and sprint towards where she heard the gunshot. [Running 4x normal movement.]
I'm laying in a few obvious actions I would have taken as you've gotten a bit ahead of me and hoping it is ok.
Note: Eris doesn't normally equip his rifle after I got the wands. The wands are bound to his wrists with pieces of string and held up his sleeve by some tape when he's not in combat. I'm not sure how useful a rifle would be to him after I got him wands. :D It's just slung over his back.
Eris had just finished laying the teline when his comrade checked the man's pulse and asked someone else to take over.
Stepping over to the man Eris uses the light cure wand in his right hand and activates a charge on the pilot, then again. He tries to help the wounded pilot get out if he is stuck when at this point one of the miles is shot and someone asks about comms. "No comms, that was just a line."
Pushing the wounded pilot ahead of him (or casting another cure if he is still looking bad) Eris turns around, and fires a 'sleep' charge from his off-hand wand.
I already made this post so I'll just have to let GM Zafuel roll for me. Thanks.
The healing wand casts are automatic successes since Eris is a ranger.
The 'sleep wand' is +9 (+3 for a skill feat in UMD (I changed it before tangled web disabled the char sheets I am attempting to reconstruct] +4 ranks and +2 charisma).
Last edited by Moechi_Vill : 11-13-2007 at 09:33 AM.
Behind his moustache, Atticus goes pale. His jump to action belies his fear.
"Leave the engine, it'll slow us down to much."
Seeing Gaius and Eris in action, and having the notepad and pilot between them, he gets the attention of the miles. When he speaks it's in a parody of the accent found among aristocratic officers- but he's not quite able to keep the nerves from ruining his attempt at light-heartedness.
"Time we were retreating in good order, don't you think, chaps? Ulysis! Grab the autogun if you can. Tillius! Is that man alive?"
Atticus moves to cover while shouting this, hoping to deny the approaching soldiers a clear line of sight. He arms his rifle while looking around to see where everyone is, preparing to make a run for it but unwilling to leave anyone behind- or at least, anyone living.
That is, Attiucs will try to use the miles actual names- I randomly selected Ulysis to be the miles taking cover and Tilius to be the one trying to help the one who has been shot (Augurius).
No Man's Land
Ulysis makes a run for the autogun just as two Milonians rise over the lip of a shell-hole, carrying a semi-portable autogun between them. A sudden burst of fire hits him, and he drops to the ground.
Milonians are scrambling over the lips of shell-holes everywhere now, you count at least twenty.
""Where the hell are they all coming from?" cries Tillius as he pulls Augurius towards a nearby shell hole.
There comes another gun shot, and Atticus feels his shoulder erupt in pain as he runs to cover, then go numb.
The Milonians are now steadying rifles at the plane and those sheltering behind it.
Injury check for Atticus, please.
"Are you out of your mind! It was a trap; we knew they wanted to capture one of our officers, but they didn't want to risk a raid. Why the hell didn't Ocatvius read the memo?"
He pauses, then turns to Illane:
"I'm going to get the soldiers armed; we need to get our people out of there. Hold on for just a second."
Atticus finds himself sitting down in the mud behind a chunk of the aeropteros, looking at his shoulder with disbelief. Mind every bit as numb as his arm, he flexes it tentatively. It seems his field-armour turned the bullet, tearing the uniform cloth and bruising his shoulder like a hammer-blow.
Thought starts to seep back into his mind, and he scans the surroundings, looking for a route of escape that won't mean dodging a hail of gunfire. Gaius' shout startles him back to full alertness.
"Are you crazy? Get down! We're overwhelmed!"
Switching to a desperate Milonian, Atticus says "Wait! Who's in command here?"