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Post by alphazoid on Apr 25, 2023 10:53:27 GMT -5
Lourn charged up and around the ramp, the explosions and deafening speaker system, which while not unfamiliar to a bomber pilot, still made it difficult to focus on anything beyond his immediate goal.
[[Rolled clever to notice the thing, for a total of 1]]
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Post by Fate's End on Apr 28, 2023 22:45:48 GMT -5
"They're tearing up our auxiliary. Shas'El. We don't have the firepower to combat them and they've uncovered our prize, they'll lance it from orbit and we'll all die."
On the unimpeded communication lines the T'au are using for communication in these snow-capped peaks . . . there is silence in response.
"Shas'El." The voice again, feminine, soft in tone but crystalline in conduct. "We can't win here. The best you can hope for is death on all sides with no victory."
Silence.
"Shas'El!"
And finally . . . another voice. Feminine as well, but overcome with rage, boiling and seething over. "Run if you want, Outcast. I didn't want you on this mission, I don't need you or your pathetic team of auxiliaries. I'm going to kill them all."
Inside the Quarry (Formerly the Black Market, convoy and ramp. Combined)
It all happens so fast. One moment the camp nurse is running for her child, the next moment sniper fire is slashing for Guardswoman Hawke, who then runs for the Nurse. Hellgun fire from Lieutenant Krast makes most of the snipers duck down, but across the way, free from return fire due to not having pulled the trigger yet . . . A sniper aiming for Hawke tracks the movement. Her orders are to target Imperium troops, but for the plan to work the guard and the camp have to fight. The sniper recognizes the woman's form from pict grabs uploaded moments ago. High-value target, camp nurse. Guardswoman Hawke is forgotten in favor of the new target. Sighting is good, she has to ignore the terrible sounds coming from across the quarry where her fellow snipers are. . . focus on the mission, like the Shas'El said. Everyone needs to die.
Crack.
Maddie's body is thrown violently to the side as her right arm ceases to exist, a miniature explosion as blood boils and bones are vaporized. She lands hard, sliding into a ratty tent-side and screaming. From Clacky and Yul's position, hiding Beth away from the murderous spectacle, the child is oblivious at first to her mother's plight. But Maddie's cry of pain and harm is hard to ignore. Beth pulls away from the two protective figures, "Mom?" She calls out. And then she sees her mother lying almost forty feet away, "Mom!!" She shrieks, drawing away from the scion of Altanbaatar and beginning to dash for her mother.
With a thud, Luca and his Lucifer's land in the middle of the scene, smack dab between the child, Beth. And her Mother, Maddie across the open ground. Almost on top of Guardswoman Hawke, and in a space devoid of more sniper fire for the moment as heavy weapons can be heard rumbling from the hovering attack craft, combining with Krast's gunfire to suppress and indeed kill the initial sniper squad. Beth doesn't stop as the Lucifer Black's come down, she tucks in her head and begins to put on speed, aiming to angle around the fearsome soldiers and still get to her mother.
Further away from the relative security of the armored convoy vehicles, Caerrick and Hoyt are engaged with Pavel and his trained security force. The security team takes cover from the Kasrkin's suppressing fire, and try to keep up their own fire with a surprising amount of gusto. Pavel gives a gruff, almost exhausted laugh as he crouches behind a battered crate. "We can't go anywhere! The "Field" you speak of is our home you bastards!" And perhaps . . . he is right. The Guard are blocking the only way out of the quarry. And to all of the civilians who call this place home, it seems the Guard killed their leader. In the eyes of every civilian and security member that Caerrick can see, Desperation and fear intermingle. The Guard has come to kill them. For the people of this quarry, the Rages are happening again, here in microcosm.
Even as this battle takes place, as Imperial Guard are making their way back to the convoy to link up, as civilians are running and trying to survive and camp security are for the most part, putting up a paltry defiance against the better armed and armored foes . . . Lourn makes his way up the ramp, trying to reconnect communications and find out what exactly is happening at the top of the ramp. The way is blocked, or at least hindered now, by the form of Bellicosa and Bruce's Centaur . . . is that something flashing for a moment on Bellicosa's hull? A blink of light?
The sound of a desperate camp security officer banging hastily on the heavy stubber amalgamation is replaced by a cry of exultation as he manages to get them working again. The technical lurches forward and opens fire on the vehicles occupying the ramp. Heavy stubbers chattering gleefully. Not a danger to the mighty Bellicosa, but perhaps dangerous to Lourn, Bruce and Savin.
Bellicosa though. Has bigger problems. As does the hovering form of Skyfire Three. There's a thunderous, bounding sound as an Enforcer Battlesuit in brown and green camouflage paint rushes down the upper ramp. Behind Bellicosa. Two drones bob alongside, one of them focusing on Bellicosa but seemingly without a gun, the other sparking with energy. The Enforcer fires, two plasma rifles and a fusion blaster hissing with energy as they focus on the Leman Russ. A missile pod twisting and firing up at the hovering Skyfire Three, smoke momentarily enveloping the upper torso of the battlesuit before wisping away in the frigid wind.
The Quarry Edge
Snipers, as a rule, aren't meant to survive heavy bolters. Most things aren't. The sniper team had performed their job admirably. They had engaged a Draxin patrol and dealt with it quickly and quietly. They had sparked a fire that could perhaps see their ad-hoc force victorious this day. But they were also, for the most part, about to die. Skyfire Three's heavy bolter chews through several of them, killing those it hits instantly in messy bursts of gore. The rest give up their firing, trying to run for cover. Three T'au stealthsuits come out of hiding to try and support, burst cannons and a fusion blaster sparking upwards but not having quite the effective range. The missiles from the Enforcer battlesuit are a different matter, arcing violently for the hovering aircraft.
Near the ramp edge, as El Dorado does battle with the Broadside, Cassim can barely see the Enforcer dash past and down the ramp. But Cassim too has bigger issues.
Specifically, his vehicle's chainsaw is---stuck.
In the Broadside.
Just as the Broadside's leg gives out.
The battlesuit and Sentinel collapse to the ground in a tangle of metallic limbs and clattering equipment, the railgun banging violently against the hardened rock and dirt, unable to angle towards the foe. Instead, the T'au suit takes a hand away from the railgun and tries emphatically to punch the Sentinel in its cockpit.
((Caerrick and Hoyt, you have survived the opening moments of your fight against Pavel, but his team is still firing. Due to your suppressing fire, their attack roll had a penalty and only rolled a 3 in total. You will need to match or beat that in the approach of your choice to avoid stress. Savin, Bruce and Lourn, you are being sprayed by heavy (but inaccurate) stubber fire. You will need to match or beat a 1 in the approach of your choice to avoid stress. Cassim, your vehicle is prone on the ground, and a battlesuit is trying to punch you in the (Proverbial) face. You'll need to match or beat a -1 in the approach of your choice to avoid stress. Yul and Clacky, Beth rolled a 1 to try and get away from you and get to her mother, she is technically only a few steps into her run, with appropriate rolls of 1 or higher in the aspect of your choice you can arrest her movement if desired. Krast, Hawke, you are surprisingly free from fire at the moment, no reaction rolls required at the moment. Luca, the npc vehicle that came with your squad is under fire and I leave it to you to roll for it using your stats. Skyfire three will need to match a 3 or better to survive the missile strike, approach of your choice. ))
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Post by Draeci on Apr 29, 2023 20:52:33 GMT -5
"Beth! Stay down!"
Hell. Only got one chance at this...
With a surprising burst of speed, Clacky takes off sprinting past the cluster of guard, to where the stricken medic is laying half concealed in the abandoned tent.
Skidding to a halt and dropping down to their knees beside Maddie, Kleckhe senses the distant attention resting on the nurse still, and they look up.
Clacky feels raw hatred flare inside them for a moment, for someone to have struck out at a woman who tried so hard to help others. Because she helped others...
They squint, scanning the edge of the quarry for the source of the attention, quickly working out where the shot must have been fired from to knock the nurse down here. Spotting a glimmer of an aura up high, Clacky also spots the glint of something else, glass and metal, confirming their suspicion.
The sniper still tracking Maddie down their scope, will see the psyker slowly turn their head to stare directly at them, meeting their gaze, and plainly aware of where they are hidden.
As their eyes meet, there's a eerie, furious violet light within Kleckhe's, and before they can look away, the burned glow is now all the Sniper can see.
Their vision is distorted as though they've stared too long at a pale sun, it lingers, blurring with terrible after images, taking frighteningly long to even begin clearing.
< There. Use your rifle before the bastard recovers. >
Unlike Clacky's previous, polite intrusion, Yul will feel his attention quite abruptly yanked to the same glint of glass and metal, pointing out the location with pinpoint clarity. To a trained eye, it's suddenly apparent where a shadow and a shape become a figure and their gun barrel.
Spite spent for the time being, Clacky drops their attention back down to the fallen women before them. Her pain and fear flood the air, and the psyker steels themself to try and focus.
They stare at the mess of her arm, almost ready to make an attempt to assist... and realise they don't know the first damn thing about treating this kind of injury.
The best trained person to help Maddie, was ironically, Maddie, already laying in front of them.
"Maddie, I need you to stay awake for us. For Beth." they speak quietly, but firmly, "She needs you to be strong, and stay awake."
The psyker gently rests a hand on Maddie's shoulder above where the arm is missing, "We need you to concentrate, tell me what you would do, for someone else."
Making contact, the psyker wants to make an emergency collaborative effort, pulling on Maddie's experience with trauma patients to prevent her from bleeding out.
(( Clacky rolled and sensed there is Tau vox traffic. They are not in a position to tell anyone yet.
`[4df+3 clever vibe check]` Roll: `[+, +, , ]` Result: `5`
Clacky rolled to spot the Sniper. They did.
Benny with a D Request: `[4df+3 clever, looking up.]` Roll: `[+, +, +, +]` Result: `7`
Rolled to Cast Distort Vision, target of 2. Got a 3, was much more vindictive about it.
`[4df+3 Clever Psykana to Distort Vision]` Roll: `[+, +, -, -]` Result: `3`
Clacky also rolled to try and recall any first aid. They do not.
`[4df+2 Careful to first aid]` Roll: `[-, , -, -]` Result: `-1` ))
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Post by Archer on Apr 30, 2023 1:05:53 GMT -5
Landing in front of the Cadian's he scanned the group as he did he stared a moment, sighting Hawke he mad a mental note that he'd have to catch up with her later. Before barking orders he was used to the fire and confusion as the squad detached their grav chutes, he sighted what was happening with civies. "Clover, secure her for medical aid." Luca spoke before seeing the child running across the open ground. "Firefly, watch our backs." Luca sighed and with a quick step slid his sword away putting an arm out to blocked the child's path to her mother. However, a figure went past moving towards the woman on the ground before he could finish giving orders. "Firefly, Hammer. Cover Clover while he works." The grenade launcher toting man set down his weapon as he drew the medical kit off his backpack looking at Clacky a moment.
"It's not gonna be pleasant. Keep her conscious as best you can." He spoke the large Lucifer's red helmeted eyes turning back towards her, retrieving an injector. "That will dull the pain some." He added as pressed it into her neck before he set to work, as best he could quickly working stabilize her and wrap the remains of the arm. Though it was clear this may take a few moments, as he was not a professional medic after all.
Luca moving past the wounded woman took a blanket from Clover's bag and laid it over her partially, in case they would need a death shroud in a moment. It was no time to freeze up, he'd seen a million commoners day at the heads of enemies of the Imperium. He'd make them pay for her blood three fold. "You there, civilian. My Lucifer's will do our best for her. See the woman and the girl get to safety. We will need to engage the enemy, once air waves are clear I will get her back to Harvest for proper treatment." He added nodding to Clover.
Luca waited a moment watching the woman, giving Clover a pat on the shoulder reminding him that he needed to work fast here. Before he turned and pressed on towards Hawke, hopefully to locate Krast.
"Hawke, been a moment, you wanna go shoot some blue boys like old times?" The Marshal Praetor asked as he walked past the Cadian unwrapping his Hotshot from his back, bolt pistol going back to it's holster for now, before cupping a hand over his mouth. "Krast! Krast you cantankerous bastard, still alive down here!" The Lucifer yelled before looking over at Hawke.
"My boys are busy. You and yours are with the me till. We are getting the radios back on getting out of here." The Lucifer NCO spoke, flicking his rifle on as he connected the cable. "And we shoot anyone who gives us trouble, you got me?" Luca added before continuing on towards Krast needing to make a plan with him. The bloodied Lucifer Black taking advantage of the calm to try and get things back on track.
Meanwhile...
Skyfire Three popped it's flares trying to get the missiles off of it. As gave a fast turn trying to avoid the hit to the engines, however... Some of the missiles struck home taking out the right engine as the Valkyrie began a death spin. The guard below able to see as the flyboys Valkyrie spun over the quarry before, it smack hard in to the groan deep into the quarry. Leaving the fate of it's crew unknown as the two remaining Valkyries yelled at one another over comms about whether or not to go in to try and rescue their fallen comrade or to bug out now.
((Archer Request: [4df+2] Roll: [+, +, -, -] Result: 2 Valkyrie down, repeat Valkyrie down.))
((Archer Request: [4df+2] Roll: [+, -, -, -] Result: 0 Luca's squadie attempts medical treatment.))
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Post by blinddeadmcjones on Apr 30, 2023 2:56:10 GMT -5
It all happens so fast. One moment the camp nurse is running for her child, the next moment sniper fire is slashing for Guardswoman Hawke, who then runs for the Nurse. Hellgun fire from Lieutenant Krast makes most of the snipers duck down, but across the way, free from return fire due to not having pulled the trigger yet . . . A sniper aiming for Hawke tracks the movement. Her orders are to target Imperium troops, but for the plan to work the guard and the camp have to fight. The sniper recognizes the woman's form from pict grabs uploaded moments ago. High-value target, camp nurse. Guardswoman Hawke is forgotten in favor of the new target. Sighting is good, she has to ignore the terrible sounds coming from across the quarry where her fellow snipers are. . . focus on the mission, like the Shas'El said. Everyone needs to die. Crack. Maddie's body is thrown violently to the side as her right arm ceases to exist, a miniature explosion as blood boils and bones are vaporized. She lands hard, sliding into a ratty tent-side and screaming. From Clacky and Yul's position, hiding Beth away from the murderous spectacle, the child is oblivious at first to her mother's plight. But Maddie's cry of pain and harm is hard to ignore. Beth pulls away from the two protective figures, "Mom?" She calls out. And then she sees her mother lying almost forty feet away, "Mom!!" She shrieks, drawing away from the scion of Altanbaatar and beginning to dash for her mother. She'd seen it happen a thousand times before, but that still didn't stop an involuntary flinch when superheated blood sprayed across her face, on reflex she changed course, darting straight into the tent where she saw maddies form was thrown into paying little attention to kleckhe beside her the cadian immediately got to work, drawing her other knife - a gleaming catachan blade - and set about cutting material off of the nurse's clothing from her leg and wrapping it around the bloodied stump, tying it off as tight as she could in an improvised tourniquet.
should hopefully hold long enough till some proper medics arrive.
"Hawke! What under the THRONE are you doing!" he shouted as he got closer. [[Rolling forceful to keep suppressing fire up and move towards Hawke. [4df+3]` Roll: `[+, +, +, -]` Result: `6`]] "what am i doing!?!" she snapped back when he heard krast shouting, not realising at first that it was her superior "I'm doing my Karking duty!!...Sir!" it was then that she realised that there were now a few others surrounding her, she looked around to find kleckhe only to find that he was right next to her "this guy. psyker, found the beacon, said he heard the enemy talking before the shooting started, they want everyone here dead! Civ. Guard. all of us." Landing in front of the Cadian's he scanned the group as he did he stared a moment, sighting Hawke he mad a mental note that he'd have to catch up with her later. Before barking orders he was used to the fire and confusion as the squad detached their grav chutes, he sighted what was happening with civies. "Clover, secure her for medical aid." Luca spoke before seeing the child running across the open ground. "Firefly, watch our backs." Luca sighed and with a quick step slid his sword away putting an arm out to blocked the child's path to her mother. However, a figure went past moving towards the woman on the ground before he could finish giving orders. "Firefly, Hammer. Cover Clover while he works." The grenade launcher toting man set down his weapon as he drew the medical kit off his backpack looking at Clacky a moment. "It's not gonna be pleasant. Keep her conscious as best you can." He spoke the large Lucifer's red helmeted eyes turning back towards her, retrieving an injector. "That will dull the pain some." He added as pressed it into her neck before he set to work, as best he could quickly working stabilize her and wrap the remains of the arm. Though it was clear this may take a few moments, as he was not a professional medic after all. Luca moving past the wounded woman took a blanket from Clover's bag and laid it over her partially, in case they would need a death shroud in a moment. It was no time to freeze up, he'd seen a million commoners day at the heads of enemies of the Imperium. He'd make them pay for her blood three fold. "You there, civilian. My Lucifer's will do our best for her. See the woman and the girl get to safety. We will need to engage the enemy, once air waves are clear I will get her back to Harvest for proper treatment." He added nodding to Clover. Luca waited a moment watching the woman, giving Clover a pat on the shoulder reminding him that he needed to work fast here. Before he turned and pressed on towards Hawke, hopefully to locate Krast. "Hawke, been a moment, you wanna go shoot some blue boys like old times?" The Marshal Praetor asked as he walked past the Cadian unwrapping his Hotshot from his back, bolt pistol going back to it's holster for now, before cupping a hand over his mouth. "Krast! Krast you cantankerous bastard, still alive down here!" The Lucifer yelled before looking over at Hawke. "My boys are busy. You and yours are with the me till. We are getting the radios back on getting out of here." The Lucifer NCO spoke, flicking his rifle on as he connected the cable. "And we shoot anyone who gives us trouble, you got me?" Luca added before continuing on towards Krast needing to make a plan with him. The bloodied Lucifer Black taking advantage of the calm to try and get things back on track. Meanwhile...Skyfire Three popped it's flares trying to get the missiles off of it. As gave a fast turn trying to avoid the hit to the engines, however... Some of the missiles struck home taking out the right engine as the Valkyrie began a death spin. The guard below able to see as the flyboys Valkyrie spun over the quarry before, it smack hard in to the groan deep into the quarry. Leaving the fate of it's crew unknown as the two remaining Valkyries yelled at one another over comms about whether or not to go in to try and rescue their fallen comrade or to bug out now. ((Archer Request: [4df+2] Roll: [+, +, -, -] Result: 2 Valkyrie down, repeat Valkyrie down.)) ((Archer Request: [4df+2] Roll: [+, -, -, -] Result: 0 Luca's squadie attempts medical treatment.)) a shadow briefly loomed over Hawke as more guardsmen - with grav chutes she noted - arrived, one of them taking over medical duties, the uniform seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn't remember where from at least until the lead one singled her out, it took a second as she couldn't recognise them initially thanks in part to blood on their face and his form blocking out the sunlight, but the voice quickly jolted her memory. "L-Luca?!" she said initially as if not quite believing what she was seeing "By the karking throne!! Luca! and you brought friends!" elated she began to laugh a bit as she looked further up and saw the Valkyries laying into the side of the quarry, her mirth was short lived as one of them was immediately shot out of the sky, her attention was then drawn to the massive Tau manta that was revealed to be under the camo netting
By the throne...her gaze was back on luca and krast, sheathing her blade she stood to attention, lasgun in both hands and at the ready "primed and ready to give them the old Cadian surprise, Sirs. just tell me where that damned sniper is" [blinddeadmcjones Request: [4df+2] Roll: [+, , -, -] Result: 1][quick roll: munitorum primer certified improv medical aid] |
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Post by theredauthar on May 1, 2023 0:33:36 GMT -5
A few Tallarn swears slip from Cassim’s mouth as El Dorado Tumbles down, and surprising no one really, the chainsaw sputters and dies while embedded in the Broadside’s leg. His first instinct is to try and pry himself free so he can swing the lascannon around, as in this awkward position he can’t really get a very good shot with it.
Worse, he can see other battlesuits slipping by. While he’s tangling, literally at the moment, with this guy, others are in danger.
It’s then he sees the Broadside prepping to deck El Dorado’s face, so to speak.
[[ LanternO'Red Request: [4df+1] Roll: [ , , , -] Result: 0]]
A brief smile forms on Cassim’s face, “Oops I slipped.”
Instead of trying to pull free, Cassim drops El Dorado and leans to the side. As he does so he swings the lascannon down.
El Dorado lays its “head” down on the Broadside’s arm, limiting the arch of the swing. The lascannon leans down on the other, almost as if the Sentinel was embracing its opponent in a hug rather than fighting.
It’s then when Cassim Pops up from the Hatch, pointing his Long Las at the Broadside’s Head.
“PUCKER UP!” he shouts as he fires into the glowing eye.
[[LanternO'Red Request: [4df+3] Roll: [+, +, , ] Result: 5]]
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Post by quoth on May 1, 2023 15:19:35 GMT -5
“Merde!” Savin scrambles up the quarry wall to get cover behind the rubble at the top. This gives her a perfect view of a battle suit pumping shots into the back of the tank.
”Nuh uh, not today, son, not today.”
She takes stock, weighing the target options and threat levels, then trains her las carbine on the battlesuit’s drones. Take out the drones and a suit is just a gross little alien with some fancy armor.
Savin let’s out a breath and squeezes off a burst of lasfire.
((quick 6 to dodge heavy stubbed rounds, careful 3 to shoot what I presume is a shield drone))
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Post by hobbsy on May 2, 2023 1:18:15 GMT -5
"Bloody Murder!" Willie Gee blurted as he and his brothers ducked down at the sound of the heavy stubber rounds impacted the rear of the Centaur. Thankfully the remaining imperial passengers also had the good graces to hit the deck.
"Right! I've just about had enough of this! Give me a hand lads!" Bruce growled as he clambered towards the mining Lazer. With Jed's added strength and Tane adjusting the dial for the mining Lazer's distance, the three nomads hauled the heavy industrial instrument to the top of the now riddled cargo. Bruce was laying on the truck when his attention was stolen by the overbearing noise to his rear.
Cranking his neck back to see, his face went pale at the sight of the mechanical suit. "PULL BACK!!!" he bellowed. As one the three men pulled, leaning back to almost flip the Lazer on top of them. As the Tau construction lined up with the Lazer's nozzle, Bruce pulled the trigger.
This time the beam shot long and true, only dissipating in the air to the rear of the battle suit after punching right through its upper left torso.
[[Roll to sneakily dodge the stubber rounds=2]]
[[Roll to forceful shoot the battle suit=5]]
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Post by Warsmith Wolf on May 8, 2023 4:51:05 GMT -5
There aren’t many tankers that talk about how it feels to see a T’au battlesuit in one’s rear arc. Namely because there aren’t many tankers that survive it. Two thoughts are running through Sergeant MacVrenner’s head as he sees the t’au war machine come in for a fiery landing, an awful glimmer in the corner of his eye. The first is that the nagging voice in the back of his head may, at last, be right. One of these days it's 513, Sergeant. Today’s the day, is it?The second is that if he does survive, he’s going to wring that karkin’ Centaur driver’s neck, and beat the rest of them to death with the body.It’s all playing out in slow motion, as if to mock him all the longer. Throne, what an ugly thing. All smooth panels and flush edges, spitting in the eye of quality Imperial welds and rivets, its drone-bestowed energy field flickering in a most impolitely un-Imperial manner. He’s barely started to yell to the gunner when the thing opens fire, disgorging searing plasma and shrieking fusion heat in a volley that sets all of his hairs on edge. Xenos melta in the rear arc. One of these days, Sergeant. Is this the one?The tank... tanks the hit: [4df +3] Roll: [ , -, -, -] Result: 0 513’s engine gives a hideous gurgle and a cough of acrid-black smoke as fire goes internal. This, somehow, is a miracle. Anything less than total engine knockout and one or more vaporised crew members is a miracle. But 513 is an old beast. Wounded, cornered – angry. Does the turret start turning a half-second before Gunner Pyke understands his Sergeant’s shout, before his fingers fully hit the levers? Hard to tell. Loader Larken slides in the armour-piercing shell with a smooth ease, cognisant of nothing but the shout for ‘AP!’. For all the insults, for all the times he’s called ‘Slick’ as an ironic joke, he’s got it when it counts. And if it doesn’t count now, then when else? Oscar Pyke. ‘Crack Shot’ Pyke. Too quick a shot for his own good, sometimes, out of sync with the crew, with the tank. But not now. 513 can take it now. ‘Big Mama’ is angry. No insult suffered without recourse. Eye for an eye won’t cut it. Bellicosa wants the whole face. Gunner Pyke sees the battlesuit slide into the target finder scope, barely cognisant of the long-las smacking into its attendant drone with an actinic flash of sparks. He feels the calmest he ever feels in moments like this, for reasons not even he knows. Maybe being this close to death is the one thing that makes him focus. Maybe he needs to scratch one out for Domination. Lots of maybes. One surety: a finger on the firing stud. Go on, blue boy, take it like you deal it!Out it goes in a clap of thunder. Mk.12 G4 Armour Piercing. The Emperor’s Judgement with a ballistic cap. It has to work. Has to, because there’s no such thing as second chances with a battlesuit. Either you kill it in one, or you die. One of these days, Sergeant. Flip Death’s coin. Him or you?!!! STUNT !!! 'CRACK' SHOT !!! STUNT !!! MacVrenner invokes his Stunt to Quickly get Gunner Pyke to get the gun on target: [4df +4] Roll: [+, , , -] Result: 4
513 BELLICOSA
STRESS: 2/3
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Post by cyg on May 15, 2023 13:28:16 GMT -5
Karst swore as he saw one of the snipers fire. He saw Maddie go down in a heap, and felt guilty is first thought was that it wasn’t one of his men. His next thought was the sudden appearance of a squad of Terrans. He almost thought it was some kind of trick till he spotted the one in charge, and swore even louder.
“Frakking Luca, what the hell are you doing here on my job?!” Krast yelled out ahead of him, and saw the Valk blow the sniper nest to bits. Well now he was starting to feel just a tad inadequate. He quickly surveyed what was happening, and what needed to be done as he drew up. The nurse was getting tended to by one of Luca’s men, and a civilian that for some reason Krast thought he knew the name of. He put that away for now, he’d done enough drinking and gambling in places to learn plenty of names. The next was the Bolter fire coming from further in the camp. He knew Hoyt and Caerrick would be having a field day, and Krast could rely on them to hold their own for a minute.
Just then he heard more heavy weapons fire then the dreaded sound of a crashing Valk.
“Frakking Throne in Hell! Hawke, you better be ready cause we need to get our boys and Lucas pilot out of there. Snipers about due east of us on that ridge line” He said, pointing to where the snipers should be. "I'll see if i can get a message to our Kasrkins first." Krast clicked on his vox, despite the failed attempts before.
++Cearrick, Hoyt, come in! We have extract coming your way soon, friendlies in black and gold.++
He looked over to Luca and Hawke and nodded his head towards the others.
“We’ll catch up on the run. Right now things are a mess and I’m not leaving anyone behind.” He said, and headed off in a sprint.
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Post by Fate's End on May 16, 2023 0:40:59 GMT -5
Inside the Quarry
Pain---though definitely not as much as she should be feeling. Shock, she's in shock. Maddie glances blearily up at the surrounding figures. Why are they all around me? Did someone get sho--oh.
"I--got shot." she slurs out, blood dribbling from her lips. One of the figures she's seen before, she knows that one by reputation. They never really got into fights, so why would she have dealt with them more? Clacky stayed out of trouble, but she knew the Psyker by sight, at least. That was good. The rest were--- Oh Emperor above---damned Guard. Clacky had been the voice talking about Beth. That vaguely tracked, the rest she was terrified of, but not Clacky. They'd asked her a question, right? What to do--- "frak . . ." She moaned softly, trying to push herself up and waving off the damned guard and their damned fancy medikit. They killed Alvira . . .they're killing everyone. Not taking their damned mercy after their shot up our camp. "Clacky--" She slurred, "my pocket, left pocket, compact syringe, jam it in---my shoulder near the wound. frak this is going to hurt once my body catches up . . . I'm not going to bleed out. wound is---going to seal mostly from the boiling. I'll--b-e --fine." Maybe. She batted more forcefully at the frightening soldiers standing over her. "Get---away, murdering --bastards." She meant it to come out as a vehement hiss, but it mostly came out as mumbles as her body was wracked with a nerve spasm. The pain was starting to make itself known with a terrible, creeping burning sensation.
Around the camp nurse, the small band of Imperials is given a brief respite, free of fire for the moment.
Elsewhere, Caerrick and Hoyt are roughly twenty seconds away from envelopment. Pavel's team isn't up to snuff compared to Kasrkins. But then again, it doesn't have to be. Astartes can die to spears. Kasrkin without support can died to massed autoguns. And so it goes. From behind hastily scrabbled together cover, Pavel bellows his rage and lament, swapping to a new charge pack for his lasgun, the old one having malfunctioned seconds before. Some of his men have gone down. But as far as the camp security can tell in the maelstrom, the Imperial Guard are here to kill them all, they might as well die fighting.
On the ramp, the cluster of Imperial and civilian vehicles make a horrendous ruckus as they do battle with the Enforcer. Should they be surprised they're alive? Should they be surprised they are---winning? Coordination is key, and while the Enforcer is fearsome, it is moving out of concert with the rest of the its fellows. Savin's shots catch the shield drone and bring it down, in time for the mining laser aimed from Bruce's Centaur to punch a vicious hole through the battlesuit's upper torso, slagging armor and circuitry with power meant to surmount the most stoic of rockfaces. And then Bellicosa adds its fire to the serenade.
The Battlesuit tries to dodge. This saves its life, for a few more seconds at least. The Armor piercing shot from the Leman Russ blows the right leg clear off, and only the swift actions of the pilot jamming one of the guns down into the sloped ground of the ramp as a make-shift cane keep the one-legged suit upright. From the sparking, damaged exterior speakers on the Enforcer, almost incoherent mouthfuls of rage can be heard gurgling outwards. There are no words, not now. Just a burning hatred. A once excellent pilot, a once excellent commander, reduced to madness and rage.
The second drone guarding the Enforcer turns, blinking insistently as it stares pointedly at Bellicosa. But there is momentary, blessed silence.
Will the Guard know the conversation happening on the jamming-free communications net?
"Shas'El . . .you're relieved of command. Eject and I'll pull you out. I'm not exposing the air support just to let their flyers gut them. Eject. And I'll try to save you. Stay, and you will die."
Another scream of rage. The Enforcer spews fire at both Bellicosa and Bruce's Centaur, turning everything it has on the two offensive vehicles. A fusion blaster pulsing for the Centaur, a Plasma rifle and missile system spewing death towards Bellicosa. Even dying, a T'au Battlesuit is not to be trifled with.
The Quarry Edge
The sniper who shot Maddie gives a yelp as her vision---something happens to her vision. Does she know she's made dangerously obvious to a marksman below? No, of course she doesn't. All she knows is she can't see. She paws at her eyes, scrabbling desperately backwards, trying to get away from the strange attack.
The Broadside takes a brutal longlas to the cockpit, armor melting and the machine going limp. The pilot can still be heard moving around inside, but their machine is damaged and currently out of commission, beaten down by the Sentinel.
Cassim is faced with a strange sensation, however. The feeling of being assessed by a predator . . . A singular T'au Stealth suit appears twenty feet away from the entangled machine, hidden under treecover from the Imperial Aircraft, gun-arm leveled on him. This machine is painted differently, a dirty, ashen white juxtaposed against the browns and greens of the Broadside. But it doesn't fire. Somewhere behind the Sentinel, the remaining gunner from Domination gives a shriek, unarmed as she is and unable to do anything to help El Dorado. A voice broadcasts from a speaker on the Stealth suit echos out, sqelching as the pilot switches channels and speaks in perfectly understandable gothic.
"I'm taking the pilot from that suit. I suggest you let me." The gun arm motions for the battered and disabled machine as if for emphasis.
((Clacky, Maddie has confirmed she won't die at the moment, a 0 in an Approach of your choice will stabilize her as she guides you through the remedies required. Yul , everything is happening quickly, but you do have a good sightline on a scrambling sniper above that shot Maddie, hit a 2 in any approach of your choice to end the sniper's life. Caerrick and Hoyt, you are are about to be surrounded. A 3 in approaches of your choice to not take stress or consequences from the Camp Security trying to kill you. Bruce, you'll need a 3 or better in Quick to avoid a fusion blast to your vehicle. Savin, a quick or careful roll of 1 or higher will be needed to avoid transferred heat damage (a stress or a consequence) from the Enforcer's fire. Bellicosa, the Enforcer has taken a consequence and a Stress, and looks like it is about to topple over, but its still trying to kill you. You'll need a 6 or better in the approach of your choice to avoid consequences or stress. If you fail by more than 3, you'll take 2 stress/consequences. The Enforcer is currently "Off-Balance" due to the lack of a leg, Bellicosa, Bruce and Savin can all invoke a +2 bonus from that consequence within 2 posts for each writer. Cassim, you've scored a Broadside kill. But a Stealth suit is "politely" asking you to let the pilot of the Broadside be extracted. Do as you will. Everyone Else not mentioned, no direct incoming fire to your persons at the moment. Act as you see fit, no rolls required. ))
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Post by Warsmith Wolf on May 17, 2023 7:15:19 GMT -5
The Armor piercing shot from the Leman Russ blows the right leg clear off, and only the swift actions of the pilot jamming one of the guns down into the sloped ground of the ramp as a make-shift cane keep the one-legged suit upright. From the sparking, damaged exterior speakers on the Enforcer, almost incoherent mouthfuls of rage can be heard gurgling outwards. There are no words, not now. Just a burning hatred. A once excellent pilot, a once excellent commander, reduced to madness and rage. The second drone guarding the Enforcer turns, blinking insistently as it stares pointedly at Bellicosa. But there is momentary, blessed silence. Another scream of rage. The Enforcer spews fire at both Bellicosa and Bruce's Centaur, turning everything it has on the two offensive vehicles. A fusion blaster pulsing for the Centaur, a Plasma rifle and missile system spewing death towards Bellicosa. Even dying, a T'au Battlesuit is not to be trifled with. The lazy arc of the battlesuit’s leg tumbling away from its former owner affords both Sergeant MacVrenner and Gunner Pyke grim smiles, but its refusal to do the polite thing and cease living soon puts an end to that. “AGAIN!”, the tank commander bellows. “DRIVER, ANGLE!”The lumbering Russ angles its rear armour just as the next volley is loosed, Gunner Pyke and the battlesuit both hastily firing their next salvo at the same time. The plasma soars high, scorching an inch-thick gouge through the left turret side as if struck by a colossal claw, while the missiles impact at a sharp angle on the left side armour, rocking the tank and causing a hideous ringing inside from the impact. The thunderous blow jars the crew in their seats, none more so than Hull Gunner Hess – he cracks his head against the side of the tank, the front lascannon going slack in its mount as he slumps in his seat. 513 Forcefully absorbs the damage: [4df+3] Roll: [+, +, +, -] Result: 5 Gunner Pyke Quickly fires a follow-up shot: [4df+2] Roll: [+, +, , -] Result: 3 Angling is all the Sergeant asked for, and it’s what he got. But it’s not all he’ll get. Accounts after the battle differ as to why 513 moves as it next does. Some propose that Driver Jones, as roughly jolted in his position from the missile strike as anyone else, knocked the steering levers as he tried to angle the tank the other way, causing a full straight line reverse. This is not corroborated by Driver Jones himself, who, while dazed and not best able to remember that exact moment, insists to those who ask that the levers jammed once they returned the tank to neutral, and would not budge otherwise. Perhaps the damaged engine simply misfired. In any case, the Leman Russ’ next move is to do the simplest thing imaginable. Rumbling out of the cloud of missile exhaust and cannon smoke rear-first, 513 Bellicosa runs the one-legged battlesuit over. No subtlety. No grand manoeuvre. It simply starts rolling backwards and doesn’t stop. 513 Forcefully runs the battlesuit over, invoking its Off-Balance damage: [4df+5] Roll: [+, +, +, ] Result: 8
513 BELLICOSA
STRESS: 2/3
CONSEQUENCES: Engine Damaged [Mild], Hull Gunner Unconscious and Crew Dazed [Moderate] |
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Post by Draeci on May 17, 2023 13:14:59 GMT -5
Clacky gestures with a hand for the Lucifer Blacks to back away, in case Maddie starts to move too much more. The shock and the blood loss cause the medic's aura to waver, but the direct contact means the psyker can sense her fear of the unforms first hand.
Head swimming, Kleckhe turns to directly look at the newly arrived Lucifer Blacks for a moment. They inhale, attempting to remain patient, but the psyker's slow-burn stress crackles through. Instead of their regular, mild speaking voice, Clacky lets out a snarl, and the air tastes faintly of tin and metal batteries for the men that they're snapping at, "Back. Up. You're making things worse." the briefest of light catches in their eyes for a second, perhaps simply a flash of static, perhaps the psyker's temper barely held in check.
Turning back to the medic, Clacky swiftly takes the syringe from her pocket, and uncapping it, doses Maddie in the shoulder as instructed. Shock... What do we do for shock? Taking a breath, and then another, Clacky puts a hand to Maddie's sternum, and skims the young woman's knowledge of her own situation. The same hand firmly guides Maddie back down, flat to the ground, "Stay still. You know you should."
Casting their gaze around, they reach over with their free hand, and snag the rim of an old abandoned shipping box stuffed with torn netting. They drag it closer to Hawke beside them, "Please. Get this under her legs? They need to be higher than her torso to keep blood at the important end." ...Did I know that? Did we know that?
Starting to taste blood themselves and their own heart now thudding heavily from the shared panic, Clacky however doesn't break contact just yet. They meet the woman's gaze, looking for signs that she is still lucid, and that she understands what's about to be said.
"It... It wasn't Guard that shot you, Maddie. They're trying to kill Guard too. In fact I'm fairly sure it's the same person that shot Alvira." the psyker tries not to overload the poor medic with too much information, "And... I can hear the Xeno comms buzz, they're out there, right now. They want us to fight the guard - maybe even kill each other. But I don't really know why."
They glance around, looking panicked toward Hawke, the other guard, and then out of the tattered tent, "I- I blinded the sniper. I know I shouldn't have-" they flinch for a second, realising such an act was a dangerous admission in front of soldiers, "But they- it's-" Clacky looks down at Maddie and goes quiet.
(( `[4df being nice about it]` Roll: `[ , -, -, -]` Result: `-3`
Clacky attempts to stay calm with 0 Forceful, asking the guardsmen to give them some room, and instead loses their temper.
`[4df+3 borrowing some info]` Roll: `[+, +, +, ]` Result: `6` Clacky uses Clever 3 and Psykana to connect to Maddie, a little give and take. ))
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Post by hobbsy on May 18, 2023 2:08:42 GMT -5
The trio in the back of the Centaur laughed ecstaticly as the metal suit was left swaying after the Lazer and the cannon shell. But their laughter was cut short as the fusion blaster was leveled at them.
Tane, also known as silent Tane, is a man of few words. But also a man of many talents. On being quick to act. Propping his legs against the mining lazer anchored by his friends, he launched himself towards the driver's seat of their tank. With a quick yet fumbling effort, he managed to slap the gear into reverse as his other hand landed on the gas peddle with his full body weight.
To those watching from outside, the movement of the two tanks looked almost synchronized as they both pulled away in opposite directions as the Tau construct fired. The blaster still clip the Centaur, but the superficial damage to the outside was nothing compared to what could have been the outcome. What wasn't so synchronized and graceful was the Centaur Nomad reversing into a nearby building, partly collapsing it
Inside the Centaur, the two other crewmen and the unfortunate guardsman to still be inside found themselves thrown towards the front of the tank, then thrown towards the back and finally covered in building debris from above.
[[Okay, I made a mess of the rolling so I'll explain now. Rolled a -1, invoked aspect to re roll, got another -1. Realize I got +1 for quick, so used stunt 'DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE' to get another +2 to get the three I needed. Got out with damage, but thought I'd crash myself this turn to make it even.]]
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Post by Archer on May 24, 2023 20:52:49 GMT -5
Clacky gestures with a hand for the Lucifer Blacks to back away, in case Maddie starts to move too much more. The shock and the blood loss cause the medic's aura to waver, but the direct contact means the psyker can sense her fear of the unforms first hand. Head swimming, Kleckhe turns to directly look at the newly arrived Lucifer Blacks for a moment. They inhale, attempting to remain patient, but the psyker's slow-burn stress crackles through. Instead of their regular, mild speaking voice, Clacky lets out a snarl, and the air tastes faintly of tin and metal batteries for the men that they're snapping at, "Back. Up. You're making things worse." the briefest of light catches in their eyes for a second, perhaps simply a flash of static, perhaps the psyker's temper barely held in check. Turning back to the medic, Clacky swiftly takes the syringe from her pocket, and uncapping it, doses Maddie in the shoulder as instructed. Shock... What do we do for shock? Taking a breath, and then another, Clacky puts a hand to Maddie's sternum, and skims the young woman's knowledge of her own situation. The same hand firmly guides Maddie back down, flat to the ground, "Stay still. You know you should." Casting their gaze around, they reach over with their free hand, and snag the rim of an old abandoned shipping box stuffed with torn netting. They drag it closer to Hawke beside them, "Please. Get this under her legs? They need to be higher than her torso to keep blood at the important end." ...Did I know that? Did we know that? Starting to taste blood themselves and their own heart now thudding heavily from the shared panic, Clacky however doesn't break contact just yet. They meet the woman's gaze, looking for signs that she is still lucid, and that she understands what's about to be said. "It... It wasn't Guard that shot you, Maddie. They're trying to kill Guard too. In fact I'm fairly sure it's the same person that shot Alvira." the psyker tries not to overload the poor medic with too much information, "And... I can hear the Xeno comms buzz, they're out there, right now. They want us to fight the guard - maybe even kill each other. But I don't really know why." They glance around, looking panicked toward Hawke, the other guard, and then out of the tattered tent, "I- I blinded the sniper. I know I shouldn't have-" they flinch for a second, realising such an act was a dangerous admission in front of soldiers, "But they- it's-" Clacky looks down at Maddie and goes quiet.
Clover moves back, slow and careful one hand hovering over the holster on his hip for his hotshot pistol. "Easy warp touched, I'll back it up." He spoke pulling away the medical kit from the woman. As Clacky seemed very protective of the civvies, of course they didn't wanna agitate the psyker. "Look if she don't want our help that's fine. I'll leave you some medical supplies... Some rations, too. You find'em a way out. Don't let me see you again, you're helping folks... I can respect that even if I don't like you." The Lucifer spoke dropped blanket on the ground and dumping some of his ration bars and bits of the medicine to help with pain and infection. Firefly however swiveled her head around through her helmet's mic started to yell. "What! Frak that noise, that's a walking disaster! Psyker ain't to be trusted you were there! You saw the fraking massacre they put us through on Terra when the demons came out!" Hammer reached over and smacked her helmet. Glaring at her from behind the red eyes of the helmet making her shut up. Clover just stared a second then sighed. "I saw enough folks die on Terra. Billions. I can help these people. I just had to watch them die. Frak, Astora's girlfriend and her coven." Hammer now glared at Clover a moment clearly angry with both of them now. However he caught sight of Luca and the LT he'd come to find, they needed to move. They had a bird down and shots going off all around them, they needed to focus. Karst swore as he saw one of the snipers fire. He saw Maddie go down in a heap, and felt guilty is first thought was that it wasn’t one of his men. His next thought was the sudden appearance of a squad of Terrans. He almost thought it was some kind of trick till he spotted the one in charge, and swore even louder. “Frakking Luca, what the hell are you doing here on my job?!” Krast yelled out ahead of him, and saw the Valk blow the sniper nest to bits. Well now he was starting to feel just a tad inadequate. He quickly surveyed what was happening, and what needed to be done as he drew up. The nurse was getting tended to by one of Luca’s men, and a civilian that for some reason Krast thought he knew the name of. He put that away for now, he’d done enough drinking and gambling in places to learn plenty of names. The next was the Bolter fire coming from further in the camp. He knew Hoyt and Caerrick would be having a field day, and Krast could rely on them to hold their own for a minute. Just then he heard more heavy weapons fire then the dreaded sound of a crashing Valk. “Frakking Throne in Hell! Hawke, you better be ready cause we need to get our boys and Lucas pilot out of there. Snipers about due east of us on that ridge line” He said, pointing to where the snipers should be. "I'll see if i can get a message to our Kasrkins first." Krast clicked on his vox, despite the failed attempts before. ++Cearrick, Hoyt, come in! We have extract coming your way soon, friendlies in black and gold.++
He looked over to Luca and Hawke and nodded his head towards the others. “We’ll catch up on the run. Right now things are a mess and I’m not leaving anyone behind.” He said, and headed off in a sprint. Luca rolled his eyes wiping the blood from his brow again, giving a sharp jerk of the head as his three hangers on jumped up. "I got shot coming to save your karking rear! Navy thinks you lot are dead or good as." Luca spoke as he connected his rifle to the charge pack on his back. "I'm glad they were wrong." He spoke moving in to a run alongside Krast, falling in behind him as his fireteam moved to catch up. He activated the light on his backpack a couple times, as they moved Sharps dropped down shedding her own grav chute with all four Lucifer's on him. "I've got four Lucifer's kitted for a underhive siege and myself. Navy is getting impatient with their cruiser upstairs, we've got heavy lift gear for the tanks but I don't know-" Luca stopped himself biting his tongue as at this short a range the comm beads would work his squad filling him in on their actions. "What do you need done Krast?" The Lucifer asked as looked back at his squad touching his comm bead adding in a whisper. "That was not your call to make Clover. We will have talk when we get back." |
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