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[21:39] <@Braddoc> +++From: Segmentum Obscurus Command+++ [21:39] <@Braddoc> +++To: Komrad-Kolonel Igor Dolvitch, 1207th Valhallan Regiment++ [21:39] <@Braddoc> +++Subject: Operation Tumbleweed-Skrynne Planetfall+++ [21:40] <@Braddoc> +++ By the Will of the God-Emperor of Man, the Valhallan 1207th Regiment was redeployed from the Segmentum Solar to the Calixis Sector, Segmentum Obscurus. We expect nothing more than the upmost dedication from your Regiment. [21:40] <@Braddoc> The 1207th is to be deployed on the death-world Skrynne, in support of the Brontian Longknives 4th Regiment in the Spinward Front. Imperial control of planet estimated to 42%, High/Low Orbit currently contested between Xeno fleet and elements of Battlefleet Calixis. [21:40] <@Braddoc> The 1207th is to support the front and secure Skrynne for the God-Emperor’s Glory.+++ [21:40] <@Braddoc> ++++++++++++++++++++Deployment Orders++++++++++++++++++++ [21:40] <@Braddoc> 1st/2nd platoons, 4th Company, 2nd Battalion is to be deployed at Supply Depot Gamma 29, 5.4 kilometres from main front, using available transport craft supplied by the Imperial [21:40] <@Braddoc> Navy.+++ [21:40] <@Braddoc> +++Active Mission: None- Transport craft en route to Supply Depot Gamma 29+++ [21:40] <@Braddoc> +++Standing Orders: Guard Duty+++ [21:40] <@Braddoc> +++General Orders: Usage of Standard Imperial Battlefield codes in Effect. +++ [21:41] <@Braddoc> ((and I forgot to mention: everyone styarts with Linguistics (Low gothic, Imperial Codes) on top of your homeworld's high gothic)) [21:41] <+Dasha> ((high gothic? what are we, nobles? :P)) [21:41] <@Holt> ((Imperial worlds grant it)) [21:42] <+Dasha> ((huh - I'll just chalk it up as Space Russian)) [21:43] <@Holt> "Alright, make sure you have everything you're supposed to kiddies! Who knows when we're going to be back on board." [21:43] <@Braddoc> **You are sitting in a cramp craft inbound for the surface. The benches are lined up near the outer wall, the interior of the craft's frame reserved for the engines and vehicle bay. THe loud humming of the engines overcloaks any words, making conversation quite difficult. Commissars Walk the thin walkway holding on a hand ramp on the ceiling, keeping things form going out of hand.** [21:45] <@Braddoc> **as you check your gear, the vox system, crackles into life, but the engines makes it hard to hear what is being said.** [21:45] <@Braddoc> **Everyone roll perception -10** [21:45] * @Holt strains to hear what's being said. [21:45] <@Holt> !dhroll 25 [21:45] <+Servitor> Holt: 85 Failure by 6 degrees! [21:45] <@Holt> ((wee!)) [21:46] * +Dasha remains seated, clenching the oversized barrel of her large Long Las marksman rifle close to her left shoulder. Her eyes pass over the assembled Guardsmen, occasionally inspecting an element of the craft's interior. The young sniper is visibly nervous, having little experience with riding in landers. [21:46] <@Braddoc> ((he wants a spaceburger with voidfries, Holt.)) [21:46] <+Dasha> ((good start XD)) [21:46] <+Dasha> ((lol)) [21:47] <+Dasha> !dhroll 25 [21:47] <+Servitor> Dasha: 25 Success by 0 degrees! [21:50] <@Braddoc> **You can hear the pilot on the vox "LZ is hot, repeat, LZ is hot. Prepare for immediate engagement upon landing. ETA is 10 minutes." [21:50] * @Holt frowns as he misses whatever's being said, glancing around to see if someone in the squad got it. [21:51] * +Dasha raises her head a little as she makes out the voice, distorting her mouth at the announcement. [21:53] * Galt is now known as Athenis [21:53] * @Holt glances around, cupping his ear. "Did anyone catch that?" [21:56] * Lazerus is now known as Galt [21:56] * Calvin` (~KVIrc@199.68.229.238) Quit (Ping timeout) [21:56] <+Galt> !dhroll 16 [21:56] <+Servitor> Galt: 36 Failure by 2 degrees! [21:57] * +Dasha blinks, looking towards the NCO, then raising her voice above the level of the engines - hopefully: 1"I believe the pilot meant that we have to expect hostile action, Comrade-Sergeant!" [21:58] * @Holt really wishes the Munitorium had invested in some microbeads. He raises his voice. "Hot LZ! Make sure your weapons are ready to go!" [22:00] * +Dasha quickly heaves her long las' butt between the thighs in order to inspect the weapon, pulls the chargepack out and re-inserts it, checking if the control lamp glows. [22:00] * +Galt looks up at the announcement and grins as he looks over his launcher and lasgun. 1"Look lively, Kennoch; combat is here!" [22:01] <@Braddoc> **Galt, your missile launcher is dismantled under your seat; you would need to assemble it, if you want to use it the moment you leave the craft.** [22:01] * @Holt checks over his M36, making sure the clip is seated carefully with nervous energy, checking over the bayonet mounts are solid, nervously patting the wooden stock. [22:03] * +Galt realizes that he wasn't expecting trouble therefore he hasn't assembled his pride and joy, so he sets about doing so. [22:04] <@Braddoc> **The craft begins to shake left and right as it appears to be entering a heavy flak zone. Galt, make a -20 agility test to assemble your missile launcher in those conditions; Kennoch can help you as he is sitting next to you and knows the weapon as well.** [22:04] <@Braddoc> ((for -10 total)) [22:04] * +Dasha leaves her bayonet sheathed at the belt, believing that attaching it now would negatively affect her aim - and that she would not be engaged in close combat action so soon. [22:06] <@Holt> ((oh, I'm not attaching the bayonet, just making sure the connectors on the rifle are solid)) [22:07] <+Dasha> ((oh :)) [22:08] <+Galt> !dhroll 25 Kennoch Willpower [22:08] <+Servitor> Galt: 92 Failure by 6 degrees! [22:08] <@Holt> ((nervously touching stuff, in other words :) )) [22:08] * +Galt attempts to elicit Kennoch's help, but his superstitious conrade refuses. [22:08] <+Dasha> ((oh wow - Servitor is at it again ;)) [22:09] <+Galt> !dhroll 11 [22:09] <+Servitor> Galt: 4 Success by 0 degrees! [22:09] * +Galt still manages to assemble his precious missile launcher. [22:09] <+Galt> ((what was that about the Servitor?)) [22:09] <@Braddoc> ((you dind't had to roll WP for the comrade)) [22:10] <+Galt> ((not mechanically, no, but i wanted to make things interesting. he's superstitious, after all)) [22:10] <@Braddoc> ((true)) [22:11] * +Dasha ducks down reflexively at the nearby explosions and the heavy shaking, closing her eyes. [22:12] <@Braddoc> **You are ready for combat..but you are still strapped to your seat. The engines roar as the craft seems to begin its landing approach. The sounds beomes almost deafning when the transport hit the group hard, shaking violently and seemingly spinning as it slide on the gorund.** [22:13] <@Braddoc> **Unsecured helemts and caps fly off into your seating section.** [22:14] <@Braddoc> **After seconds that felt like minutes, the craft comes to a halt, the front of the craft seems to lean forward, as you are not standing on a level, but at a 30-35 degree angle.** [22:16] * +Galt hits the release on his seat straps and attempts to stand, pulling Kennoch out of his harness as well. [22:16] <@Braddoc> **Emergency green lights turns on, illuminating the exit hatch.** [22:16] * @Holt clutches tightly to his rifle as the transport shakes and spins. As it starts to slow he struggles with his belt, trying to get out of his seat. He makes sure his helmet is in plce as he starts to work his way towards the exit hatch. [22:16] <@Braddoc> Kennoch "you caused this with touching your damn launcher!" [22:17] * +Dasha feels gravity pull her willowy form to the side, though the belts still keep her strapped to the bench. She grabs a loose helmet, with a puzzled expression briefly looking around if one of the other Guardsmen has lost one. [22:18] <@Braddoc> **Holt, you open the hatch; you are 7, 8 feet above the gorund, the there is a slide system that can descend 10 feet which won't amke going down a dnagerous jump. Battle sounds echos all aorund, sounds that you know and recognized; Orks are attacking the Depot.** [22:18] <@Braddoc> **Holt, roll tactica Imperialis +10** [22:19] <@Holt> ((Can i roll it even though I don't have it?)) [22:20] <@Braddoc> **Dasha, the helmet have the amrking of another section on the other platoon, it seems it happened all over the craft, you even see a Commissar's hat on the ground** [22:20] <@Braddoc> ((at-20)) [22:20] <@Braddoc> ((so at -10)) [22:20] <@Braddoc> Or..no, at +0) [22:20] <@Braddoc> ((since Orks are invovle,d I,ll give you a +10 to the test)) [22:20] <@Holt> !dhroll 32 [22:20] <+Servitor> Holt: 48 Failure by 1 degree! [22:21] <@Holt> ((pfft)) [22:21] <+Dasha> ((must ... resist ... picking up ... commissar hat)) [22:21] * @Holt utilizes the slide as he desperately tries to remember the lectures on the hated orks. [22:21] <@Braddoc> **There's lots of orks outside! You also spot a few Boyz and some Grots at a 100 meters or so coming toward the craft.** [22:22] <@Holt> "Grab some cover and set up a firing line! Orks incoming!" [22:22] <@Braddoc> **You and your squad slide down; everyone roll intelligence** [22:22] * @Holt brings his rifle up once he's off the slide, sending fire towards the orks. [22:22] <@Holt> !dhroll 32 [22:22] <+Servitor> Holt: 27 Success by 0 degrees! [22:23] <+Dasha> !dhroll 30 [22:23] <+Servitor> Dasha: 43 Failure by 1 degree! [22:23] <+Galt> !dhroll 38 [22:23] <+Servitor> Galt: 46 Failure by 0 degrees! [22:24] * +Dasha struggles herself free from the straps and rushes towards the exit, desperate to not lose her squad out of sight in the slight chaos as soldiers begin to stream out of the lander. [22:25] <@Braddoc> **Holt, as you hold the slide and hurry your squad down, you survey the area; you see there is a large shed about 30meters form the Orks (so 70m form you), and that the wings of the plane have created furrows about 50meters from you. You also see a fire in the engine and leaking liquid which you think is fuel; this is a ticking bomb waiting to go off at any moment.** [22:26] <@Holt> ((How deep are the furrows from the wings?)) [22:27] <@Braddoc> ((I would say about 75 centimeter to a meter, enough to kneel or duck behind)) [22:27] * @Holt points to the furrows. "There, there there! We'll set up there!" [22:28] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 15 [22:28] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 4 Success by 1 degree! [22:28] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 15 [22:28] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 43 Failure by 2 degrees! [22:28] <@Braddoc> ((wow)) [22:28] <@Braddoc> 1d3 1h2d3g [22:28] <+Servitor> Braddoc, 1h2d3g: 2 [22:28] * +Galt grabs a helmet for himself and Kennoch and charges down the slide. [22:28] * @Holt takes over towards the furrows, Symmone following behind him. [22:29] <@Braddoc> **Slugs fly off from the small greenskin horde! One strikes Dasha, but her flak armour stops most of the impact.** [22:29] <@Braddoc> ((ok, let's sroll init)) [22:29] * +Dasha looks over her shoulder, feeling fortunate as she spots her bunkmate close-by. Signaling him to follow she begins to run, following the squad leader: 1"Move it, Jorn! Dawai, dawai!" [22:30] <+Dasha> !roll 1d10+3 [22:30] <+Servitor> Dasha: 6:3+3 [22:30] <+Galt> 1d10+3 [22:30] <+Servitor> Galt: 4:1+3 [22:30] <@Braddoc> 1d10+2 [22:30] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3:1+2 [22:30] <@Holt> !roll 1d10+3 [22:30] <+Servitor> Holt: 12:9+3 [22:30] * Dasha is now known as Dasha[6] [22:30] <@Braddoc> **Order is: Holt, Dasha, Galt, and the Runtherds/Grots** [22:31] * Holt is now known as Holt[12] [22:31] <@Braddoc> **Holt! You saw the engine fire and the greenskins are closing in, not to mention attacking your landing zone.** [22:32] <@Braddoc> ((Everyone is also out of the transport.)) [22:32] <@Braddoc> ((oh wait)) [22:32] <@Braddoc> ((no go ahead, continue)) [22:33] * Galt is now known as Galt[4] [22:33] <@Braddoc> ((only your squad is out of the transport, sorry)) [22:33] <@Braddoc> ((therE's still your platoon and another platoon and support elements left.)) [22:33] * @Holt[12] continues to the furrows, firing his lasgun on the run, more as a show against the Greenskins that to really hurt them. "Covering Fire!" [22:34] <@Braddoc> **The squad begins firing widly as it advances, hoping to keep the orks' head down** [22:34] <@Holt[12]> ((Should give us all +10 to dodge)) [22:35] * +Dasha[6] slows her pace until coming to a hold, raising her long las to let off a single snap-shot towards the horde of Orks, not taking much time to aim but simply opening up on the first Greenskin that finds itself in her scope. [22:35] <@Braddoc> ((they are at 100meters; clsoest is a Grotz, at -10 for the size as well)) [22:37] <+Dasha[6]> ((can I do a Half Action Attack on him, then use a Full Action to continue running?)) [22:37] <@Braddoc> ((can't do half action then full action)) [22:38] <@Braddoc> ((except fi you spend a fate point)) [22:38] <@Braddoc> ((to add an extra half action)) [22:38] <+Dasha[6]> ((oh, I think I may have mixed up systems ... lemme re-read)) [22:38] <@Braddoc> ((no can't do that)) [22:38] <@Braddoc> ((page 10)) [22:39] <@Braddoc> ((so either you run or shoot and advance a bit)) [22:39] <+Dasha[6]> ((yeah, Attack and Half Action Move then :)) [22:39] <+Dasha[6]> ((sorry, I was thinking in Dragon Age rules for a moment)) [22:40] <+Dasha[6]> !dhroll 48 [22:40] <+Servitor> Dasha[6]: 3 Success by 4 degrees! [22:41] <+Dasha[6]> ((damn, I should have aimed ... 2d10 bonus damage *whines*)) [22:41] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 16 [22:41] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 36 Failure by 2 degrees! [22:41] <@Braddoc> **he takes the las! roll damage** [22:41] <@Braddoc> ((all thaot damage..wasted on a puny grot..)) [22:42] <@Braddoc> ((so it's a good thing you didn't aim)) [22:42] <+Dasha[6]> 1d10+3 Pen1 [22:42] <+Servitor> Dasha[6], Pen1: 12:9+3 [22:42] <+Dasha[6]> ((taking his head clean off XD)) [22:42] <@Braddoc> **The Gretchin's torso cracks open, coocked form the inside** [22:43] <@Braddoc> **Galt!** [22:43] * +Dasha[6] pauses for a moment, only now considering that she just made her first kill. As Jorn passes her, however, he grabs her by the shoulder, and they instantly dart towards the makeshift trench. [22:48] * +Galt[4] straps the launcher to his back and pulls out his trusty M36, firing wildly as he advances. [22:48] <@Braddoc> **The orks as well run toward the sheds, now standing at 20 of them, while you are at about 30 meters from your cover.** [22:48] <@Braddoc> 1d10 [22:48] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3 [22:48] <@Braddoc> **Round #2 Holt** [22:49] * @Holt[12] keeps running, calling for covering fire as he does, heading for the furroughs, hoping they'll be far enough away from the plane if it goes up, as well as providing enough cover from the orks. [22:50] <@Braddoc> **You are at 36 meters; next round you will be in the forrows.** [22:51] <@Braddoc> **Dasha you are still at 44 meters way behind the others.** [22:53] * +Dasha[6] keeps running now, tryin to catch up with her squad. It is apparently Jorn's turn to provide covering fire now, as he lets loose a barrage of lasgun shots at the green horde before moving once more as well. (Full Action Run + Lasgun Barrage and Cohesion for my Comrade) [22:55] <@Braddoc> **You advance halfway to the forrows.** [22:55] <@Braddoc> ((Yeah, comrades don't have those talents)) [22:56] <@Braddoc> **Galt** [22:56] <+Dasha[6]> ((those were just orders)) [22:56] <@Braddoc> ((ah)) [22:57] * +Galt[4] continues after his sergeant, firing with Kennoch. [22:58] <@Braddoc> **The Grots fire and advance, the Orks, dashing for the shed's cover.** [22:58] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 29 [22:58] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 25 Success by 0 degrees! [22:58] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 29 [22:58] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 71 Failure by 4 degrees! [22:59] <@Braddoc> 1d3 [22:59] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 1 [22:59] <@Braddoc> Holt, a few lslugs passes close to you, and one even strikes you!** [22:59] <@Braddoc> ((you can dodge it)) [23:00] <@Holt[12]> ((oh man. No skill yet.)) [23:00] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 24 [23:00] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 67 Failure by 4 degrees! [23:00] <@Holt[12]> ((Fate)) [23:00] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 24 [23:00] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 89 Failure by 6 degrees! [23:01] <@Braddoc> 1d10+2 [23:01] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 4:2+2 [23:02] <@Braddoc> ((wow, lame)) [23:03] * @Holt[12] grunts as the round slams into his armor, his mind going slightly blank as he feels the impact of the shot. [23:03] <+Dasha[6]> ((Luckyyyy)) [23:03] <@Braddoc> 1d10 [23:03] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 1 [23:03] <@Braddoc> **Round #3. Holt** [23:04] * @Holt[12] keeps running for the furrows, trying to get into cover before the orks can fire again. [23:04] <@Braddoc> **Well, everyone running but Dasha arrives at the forrows this round. Dasha will arrive this round.** [23:04] <@Braddoc> **next round I meant** [23:05] <@Braddoc> ((except if you want to shot along the way, jsut trying to speed it up a bit, not trying to end in the middle of combat.)) [23:06] * @Holt[12] takes a shot at one of the orks. "Ranged Volley! Shoot the Big ones!" [23:06] * +Dasha[6] keeps on running again, unwilling to stop a second time now that she can already see the cover closeby. Ducking down a little more the marksman continues to dart towards the furrows, her comrade close-by. [23:08] <@Braddoc> ((Galt runs'n'guns as well?)) [23:08] <+Galt[4]> ((yeah)) [23:10] * MekjuSuru (~jay@wsip-70-169-147-115.hr.hr.cox.net) has left #Shadowrun [23:12] <@Braddoc> **The Gretchins runs toward you, they are now at 18 meters. you can hear the inhumane growling 'language' of the foul orkish filth as they encouraged their small brethenren to cover thier advance.** [23:12] * Nyaa (~chatzilla@ip72-205-29-75.dc.dc.cox.net) has joined #Shadowrun [23:13] * Nyaa (~chatzilla@ip72-205-29-75.dc.dc.cox.net) has left #Shadowrun [23:13] <@Braddoc> ((Since galt got 38 int, figured he'd have better chance of understanding a bit of Ork tongue.)) [23:13] <@Braddoc> 1d10 [23:13] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 10 [23:14] <+Galt[4]> ((boom!))) [23:14] <+Dasha[6]> ((bommaz fall, everyone dies)) [23:15] <@Braddoc> **The Craft Engine suddenly explode in a giant, powerful, fireball, engulfing the whole area! everyone wihtin 100 meters gets hit by a flamer-like attack!** [23:15] <+Dasha[6]> ((I have a feeling that's me)) [23:15] <@Braddoc> **Everyone roll agility to evade the blast, +10 for those inside cover.** [23:16] <@Braddoc> ((that's everyone, including the Orks)) [23:16] <+Dasha[6]> !dhroll 30 [23:16] <+Servitor> Dasha[6]: 6 Success by 2 degrees! [23:16] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 36 [23:16] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 25 Success by 1 degree! [23:16] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 36 [23:16] <+Galt[4]> !dhroll 41 [23:16] <+Servitor> Galt[4]: 27 Success by 1 degree! [23:16] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3 Success by 3 degrees! [23:16] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 30 [23:16] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 8 Success by 2 degrees! [23:16] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 30 [23:16] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 75 Failure by 4 degrees! [23:16] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 44 [23:16] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 6 Success by 3 degrees! [23:16] <+Dasha[6]> ((good work team ;)) [23:16] <@Braddoc> ((pff.. some explosion taht was)) [23:17] <+Dasha[6]> (("a gretchin has his hair set on fire")) [23:17] <@Braddoc> ((no a runtherd)) [23:17] <@Braddoc> ((at least you're out of the shuttle; those inside? heavy flamer. Grimdark)) [23:18] <@Braddoc> 1d10+4 Pen 2 [23:18] <+Servitor> Braddoc, Pen 2: 12:8+4 [23:18] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 30 [23:18] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 25 Success by 0 degrees! [23:20] <@Braddoc> **You rose up, unskaved form the explosion, the shuttle guttered and aflame, a few troopers, most on fire are falling out of the burning wreck. most Orks and Gretchins seems to have been unhurt as well.** [23:20] <@Braddoc> ((worse stupid explosion ever!)) [23:21] <+Dasha[6]> ((still makes for a cool war movie scene)) [23:21] <@Braddoc> **New round! Holt** [23:23] <@Holt[12]> "Come on and get them!" He waves his hand towards the orks, firing his weapon on a semi-auto burst at the closest targets. [23:24] <@Holt[12]> ((Cone on and GEt them order, plus Ranged Volley order for this turn)) [23:24] <@Braddoc> **Gretchins are 18 meters, -10 for size** [23:24] * @Ribonizer (hehe@bas5-hull20-845452196.dsl.bell.ca) Quit (Quit: Chichin ga puipui) [23:24] <@Holt[12]> ((rolling command test for Come and Get them order)) [23:25] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 36 [23:25] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 37 Failure by 0 degrees! [23:25] <@Holt[12]> ((ohhdamn it!)) [23:25] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 36 (Shooting)) [23:25] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 78 Failure by 4 degrees! [23:25] <@Holt[12]> ((Fate)) [23:25] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 36 (Shooting)) [23:25] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 55 Failure by 1 degree! [23:25] <@Braddoc> **The will is there, but they are lacking a little heart with good reason.** [23:25] <@Holt[12]> ((Bah)) [23:26] * @Holt[12] sprays shots at the Gretchen and orks, seemingly doing very little damage as he attempts to control too much in the heat of the battle. [23:26] <@Braddoc> **Dasha You are 8 meters from the others who are firing from cover.** [23:28] * +Dasha[6] continues to sprint the last few meters, jumping into cover as soon as she is close enough. (Full Action Run to bridge these last 8 meters) [23:28] <@Braddoc> **You dash into cover under the innacurate xeno fire** [23:28] <@Braddoc> **Galt!** [23:31] <+Galt[4]> " [23:32] <+Galt[4]> "Kennoch, take cover!" 6Galt orders as he peaks over his cover, trying to pick out the locations of the ork enemies. [23:32] <@Braddoc> ((hm?)) [23:33] * Jade_Vasquez (~Nata@pool-98-118-109-197.bstnma.fios.verizon.net) Quit (Ping timeout) [23:34] <@Braddoc> **Kennoch ducks for cover, and his holding his genuine St-Drusus Holy left index's 3rd phalanx. A mob of a dozen Gretchins stands at 18 meters, with the ork runtherds using the shed near-by for cover.** [23:34] <@Braddoc> ((mostly becasue it's a runway, so there's little in terms of buildings.** [23:36] * +Galt[4] pulls his lasgun up and fires at a nearby gretchin. [23:37] <@Braddoc> ((-10 for size, at 18 meters)) [23:38] <@Braddoc> ((so that means half range)) [23:39] <+Galt[4]> !dhroll 42 [23:39] <+Servitor> Galt[4]: 90 Failure by 4 degrees! [23:40] <@Braddoc> **The shot goes wild** [23:41] <@Braddoc> **The Gretchins advances; they are now at 12 and they fire!** [23:41] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 29 [23:41] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 79 Failure by 5 degrees! [23:41] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 29 [23:41] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 8 Success by 2 degrees! [23:41] <@Braddoc> 1d3 [23:41] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3 [23:42] <@Braddoc> **Galt, a Grot slug hits you in the left arm** [23:42] <@Braddoc> ((you can dodge)) [23:42] <+Galt[4]> ((we still under the effects of Covering Fire?)) [23:43] <@Holt[12]> (No, since I didn't order it last turn)) [23:44] <+Galt[4]> !dhroll 1 [23:44] <+Servitor> Galt[4]: 19 Failure by 1 degree! [23:44] <@Braddoc> ((actually, this is still the same round)) [23:45] <+Galt[4]> ((he still didn't order it, and it wouldn't matter - i take the damae)) [23:45] <@Braddoc> ((oh no, wrong order my mistake)) [23:45] <@Braddoc> 1d10+2 [23:45] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 12:10+2 [23:45] <@Braddoc> ((ouch)) [23:45] <+Galt[4]> ((Cover AP?)) [23:46] <@Braddoc> ((none since it hit your arm, not your legs)) [23:46] <@Braddoc> ((just armour)) [23:46] <+Galt[4]> ((4 Damage)) [23:46] <@Braddoc> 1d5 [23:46] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 5 [23:46] <@Braddoc> !dhcrit I Left 5 [23:47] <+Galt[4]> ((NPCs can't do Righteous Fury can they? [23:47] <+Galt[4]> )) [23:47] <@Braddoc> !dhcrit I L 5 [23:47] <@Braddoc> !dhcrit [23:47] <@Braddoc> !dhcrit I Arm 5 [23:47] <+Servitor> Muscle and bone take a pounding as the attack rips into the arm. The target's WS and BS are both [23:47] <+Servitor> halved (round down) for 1d10 Rounds. In addition, the target takes 1 level of Fatigue and must make an [23:47] <+Servitor> Agility Test or drop anything held in that hand. [23:48] <@Braddoc> ((in only War they can; since RF is idfferent; when you roll a 10, you roll 1d5 and the target suffer the crit effect; doens't stack for when you DO get under 0 wounds, just something that happens)) [23:48] <+Galt[4]> ((which arm?)) [23:48] <@Braddoc> ((left)) [23:48] <+Dasha[6]> ((in other words, people actually can get injured for once)) [23:48] <@Braddoc> 1d10 [23:48] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 8 [23:48] <@Braddoc> ((for 8 rounds)) [23:49] <@Holt[12]> ((I dunno. I'd point out that Grendel and Elana and Lazarus are GREAT at getting wounded :) )) [23:49] <+Galt[4]> ((shouldn't it be right leg?)) [23:50] <+Dasha[6]> ((no, they were just good at getting themselves killed :P)) [23:50] <@Braddoc> ((oh, I read the 3 instead of the 8..oops)) [23:50] <@Braddoc> !dhcrit I Leg 5 [23:50] <+Servitor> A powerful impact causes micro fractures in the target's bones, inflicting considerable agony. The target's [23:50] <+Servitor> Agility is reduced by -20 for 1d10 Rounds and he takes 1d5 levels of Fatigue. [23:50] <@Braddoc> 1d10 [23:50] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3 [23:50] <@Braddoc> 1d5 [23:50] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3 [23:50] <@Braddoc> ((oh wait, it's a leg and you got that cover, forget it)) [23:51] <+Galt[4]> ((that's the crit for 4)) [23:51] <@Braddoc> **The orks gets out of cover and advance, usign teh Grots as shield/cover.** [23:51] <+Galt[4]> ((how much cover does it offer?)) [23:52] <@Braddoc> ((yeah but since it hit you in the leg, you had that part covered so you weren't even hit in the first place)) [23:52] <@Braddoc> ((its a trench about a meter deep nd as wide in the plascrete landing strip)) [23:52] <+Galt[4]> ((i thought Cover just adds AP)) [23:53] <+Dasha[6]> ((yeah)) [23:53] <@Braddoc> ((well in that case, it would ahve still done under 0 damage; worse case you got a single wound becasue it just so happens there's a 10 that got rolled)) [23:54] <@Braddoc> ((and no crit)) [23:54] <+Galt[4]> ((much better. just so we know from now on, how many APs does this cover offer?)) [23:55] <@Braddoc> ((4 AP)) [23:55] <+Dasha[6]> ((ahh, still need to get used to the new RF rules - but in general I like them)) [23:56] <+Dasha[6]> ((how much AP do we have now, anyways - the 3 AP coat or the 4 AP flak plate thingie?)) [23:56] <+Galt[4]> ((the 4 AP)) [23:56] <@Braddoc> ((the cover is liek abrasive armour)) [23:56] <+Dasha[6]> ((*scribbles in charsheet* gotcha, thanks)) [23:57] <@Braddoc> ((even if technically, it's just the gorund, can't hit you via the gorund with Ork guns)) Session Time: Fri Jul 13 00:00:00 2012 [00:01] <@Braddoc> **New round. Holt.** [00:02] * X sets mode: +o Chuck` [00:03] * Chuck` sets mode: -m [00:03] * Chuck` is now known as Gloomster [00:03] * Gloomster sets mode: +m [00:04] * @Holt[12] calls on Symonne to augment his fire and shoots another round of semi-automatic shots at the nearby gretchen, hoping to stop them before they get in close. [00:04] <@Holt[12]> ((-10 for size, +10 for range, +5 for Symonne)) [00:05] <@Braddoc> ((yup, any free orders?)) [00:05] <@Holt[12]> ((uh, I suppose covering fire. I'm really not sure how that works to be honest)) [00:07] <@Holt[12]> !dhroll 46 [00:07] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 46 Success by 0 degrees! [00:07] <@Braddoc> ((well, the other non player soldiers of the squad fires widly and provide cover)) [00:07] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 16 [00:07] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 76 Failure by 6 degrees! [00:07] <@Braddoc> **You hit him in the chest! roll damage!** [00:07] <@Holt[12]> ((Right, but..Ranged Volley is a Comrade half action...is Covering fire a Free action? So can I use covering fire AND ranged volley?)) [00:08] <@Holt[12]> 1d10+3 [00:08] <+Servitor> Holt[12]: 5:2+3 [00:09] <@Braddoc> ((Covering fire a sweeping order tht the Sgt have; they affect all comrades; the ranged volley is just with your own comrade; so yes)) [00:09] <@Braddoc> **The Grot gets the blast but still lives!** [00:10] <@Braddoc> **Dasha!** [00:13] * +Dasha[6] has finally reached her cover, having kept her head down for a moment in confusion as the battle threatens to engulf her. Looking at the other Guardsmen allows her to focus, however, so that she soon readies her rifle for another shot. Crouching down, she peeks over the edge of the impromptu barrier, attempting to identify a suitable target. [00:13] <+Dasha[6]> ((is there some particularly menacing Ork nearby?)) [00:13] <@Braddoc> ((the 2 runtherds behind the ggretchisn)) [00:13] <@Braddoc> ((they are the only real ork right now)) [00:13] <+Dasha[6]> ((same range?)) [00:13] <@Braddoc> ((20 meters, but yes)) [00:14] * Therror (~pirhoman@93-97-192-82.zone5.bethere.co.uk) has joined #Shadowrun [00:14] <+Dasha[6]> ((wow, short range already)) [00:15] <@Braddoc> ((since last round. the grots are 12 meters away)) [00:17] <+Dasha[6]> "Jorn, see if ... gah!" 6The small female ducks instinctively as a shell impacting nearby throws up a cloud of sand. 1"Chyort voz'mi! Just open up already, shoot these bastards!" 6As the addressed Guardsman lines up his M36 lasgun to let go a volley of light, the designated marksman concentrates on taking her shot. (Half Action Aim, Single Shot + Hail of Fire) [00:19] <@Braddoc> ((shooting who?)) [00:19] <+Dasha[6]> ((one of the Runtherds - that's a +10 for range?)) [00:21] <@Braddoc> ((yes)) [00:22] <+Dasha[6]> !dhroll 58 [00:22] <+Servitor> Dasha[6]: 34 Success by 2 degrees! [00:22] <@Braddoc> !dhreoll 16 [00:22] <@Braddoc> !dhroll 16 [00:22] <+Servitor> Braddoc: 3 Success by 1 degree! [00:22] <+Dasha[6]> ((lol, dammit :P)) [00:23] <@Braddoc> **The Grot move swiftly and evade your shot** [00:23] <@Braddoc> **Galt!** [00:23] <@Braddoc> ((and after this I'll close it; getting too late for me)) [00:24] <+Dasha[6]> ((aww... so close to the close combat charge ;)) [00:25] <@Braddoc> ((yeah)) [00:26] * +Galt[4] cringes at the pain in his leg. He returns Kennochs look with a curt nod, indicating a coordinated volley, before he stands straight up and fires at the gretchin who shot him. 1"I'll take you all on!" [00:26] <+Galt[4]> !dhroll 47 [00:26] <+Servitor> Galt[4]: 84 Failure by 3 degrees! [00:27] <+Galt[4]> ((Fate)) [00:27] <+Galt[4]> !dhroll 47 [00:27] <+Servitor> Galt[4]: 48 Failure by 0 degrees! [00:27] <@Braddoc> **Your shot misses barely the greenskin** [00:27] <+Dasha[6]> ((the next 40k RPG should have "Anti-Fate" so that we could force *enemies* to reroll something)) [00:28] <@Holt[12]> ((heh)) [00:28] <@Braddoc> ((Let's stop it here for now)) [00:28] <@Braddoc> +++++++Terminate Transmission+++++++