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[Comrade P.]

UltraValican
You reach for the book and pull it. Judging by a touch, it's cover is made from rough leather. You hold it for a moment, and see that something is written in symbols on it. They are spreading all over the cover and seem to move as you look at them. Then you let it fly. It flows away in direction of said figure.
However, figure seems to notice some unexpected noise. If that is Jurand's grandfather, what you presume is true, he is the master and possibly creator of this place, so it is very likely that he knows every piece of dust here. It barks some orders in that strange voice it has, and you hear rustling of Librarian's robe moving towards you. Some books are still floating in the air, but now there is not so much of them as you saw a few seconds ago.

WhitusOpus
Henrik shrugs showing his indifference with his whole figure and posture. He begins to reload his revolver, not paying attention to your further actions.
You search those up. You find two Compact Automatized Sidearms (CAS Mk.III), each loaded, 40 more bullets, a loaded Revolver Mk.IV, and 12 bullets, and fully loaded Robbin'-bobbin'.
((See OOC thread for description))
They all wear black dusters, below which there are simplistic shirts and pants with empty pockets, exept a crumpled pack of cigarettes with a of those left. Cigarette pack holds a picture of elegant half-naked woman and a signature - Sheryl's.
You grab the weapons and go to the merc guild. As you reach it and enter, almost opening your mouth to ask for payment, something disturbs you. It is a loud squeal of tires, and then the approaching roar of powerful motor.

Alexandria
You and girls now fully consious after all that explosions, and by your verbal and gesture command come at your side in the center. You proceed to the earthen rampart , which brings you a bit closer to the opposite front, so the average distance is now something like 70 meters. However, men take cover, too. So, now all that is going to become a trench warfare until you run out of your ammo.
((Ehm. Sorry, I'm unsure if I understood you correctly - you wanna charge them, or what?))

[WhitiusOpus]

dive into the Merc's guild, taking out the Robbin'-bobbin' in the process. Throw Henrik the two CAS's, and take cover.

[Alexandria]

Surrender, come out with your hands up or we kill you all.

Use very Minor magic to enhance the fear that already exists in the humans.[\b]

(( This is fine thanks, by Jedi mind tricks do you mean all of them? Specifically, can I form a combat meld? ))

[Comrade P.]

Alexandria
((I meant basically only "Those aren't the droids you are looking for". But, If you want, I'll roll that.))
Immediate response comes from a crater where ammunition of howitzer exploded recently:
- Fuck you, lizard!
The voice is a brute bass with hoarse.
[fear roll - 1] Looks like you somehow failed to escalate fear and succeeded in encouraging everyone (including your gals) to fight. How the fuck you did that, seriously?

WhitusOpus
You rush inside the guild and take cover, using it's thick walls of cement. You arm yourself with Robbin'-bobbin' and Henrik catches the CAS's. You pass him ammo for those, too. A hobbit murmurs something like "Oh, shit, again..." and runs somewhere, you don't actually mind him.
You crouch and use the window that is showing the street where the entrance is as your shooting position. You look out carefully. You see a automobile stopped right on the opposite side of the street. Several figures dressed in expensive fancy longcoats over fancy suits exit from it and take a look at the building. One of them tips the other, the latter reaches for car's baggage compartment at the back and extracts four cases of wood. Then he picks a few grenades out as well.

You see how the mildly busy lane quickly becomes completely deserted.

Men extract the Self-Loading Units of the newest third model (SLU Mk.III) from boxes, and pick a grenade each. They're going to throw them inside the windows, you guess.

[Alexandria]

3 girls move to flank the enemy staying low and using all possible cover to avoid detection.

The rest of us focus on suppressing the enemy, look for any of the enemies MGs

(( How were the enemy moving the artillery and other kit? Did they have vehicles? ))

[WhitiusOpus]

"Fuck! Kill'em Henrik!"

Shoot the shit outa them, dont let them through those grenades! If they manage to loft one into the store, run out the back door.

If there isn't a back door:

Throw the 'nade back at them!

[Comrade P.]

Alexandria
[sneak roll - 1] As only your gals move out of your current cover, a few bullets whistle at them, ceasing their move. By the way, you found a machinegun - it was definetly shooting your girls right now.
[search roll - 6] You find out that you yourself is lying on a light machinegun with two ammo crates with your belly. Dust should be covering them when you rolled here, but now they are here. ((Check OOC thread for description. About vehicles, you'll find out in proper time. Right now you can't see any.))

WhitusOpus
[initiative roll - 1 vs 6] Unfortunately, it is too late. The grenades already break the glass when you point your gun at them. You have, what, three grenades on the floor in two meters from you. Before you think even of throwing them back, and realizing that you won't do all of them in time, Henrik sweeps fast aong them and covers them with his body.
- Drink for me sometime...
BOOOM!!!
You're alive. By a monstrous price.

[Alexandria]

Have 1 eye use the MG to suppress the enemy, the rest of us move to the right and charge once she has them distracted.

[WhitiusOpus]

"Nooo..." Jakob whispers...

He sits in shock for a few seconds, not believing that his best.. and only friend... has gone...
His brother.

"YOU WILL PAY! YOU WILL ALL PAY!"

Kill them. Kill them all.

[Comrade P.]

Alexandria
You pass the MG to one-eyed gal, giving order to suppress the foe. She loads the belt and holds the machinegun at ready, shooting in any men occasionaly coming to the gunpoint, distracting and covering your attack. You stand up and rush forward, holding your guns at ready. You kill two before they even understand what hit them. Others are returning fire with short bursts, to avoid MG fire. You charge a few meters forward, occupying a big crater. Further advantage is impossible, due to the fact that the remaining soldiers retreated to the other border of the camp and descended to the trench surrounding it. Stalemate.
However, you swear you've mentoned a large armored figure. Only one, but of fearsome size, a head taller than you, you guess.
You hear the same voice from the trench you heard before.
- Let's have a deal. You don't shoot us in the back while we go away, we say where is the loot from the caravans we robbed.

WhitusOpus
With shaking hands, you reach for CAS's and hold them. You clear your mind, letting revenge thirst fuel your powers, but not allowing it to overhelm your mind. You tighten your grasp on the robbin'-bobbin's gripple until youк knuckles turn white, and pour the clip in direction of figures. While firing, you mention that two are hiding in the grocery shop on the opposite side of street and two more are already at the door and out of your current range.
[you are in cover - -2 to hit rolls. Those on the other side are too, however]
[5-2] One shot breaks the glass on the other side
Your gun jams at the second shot, however. Must be dust and dirt from explosion. Expecting another two to come, you draw two CAS's and switch them to full-auto. Just in time, for you see the figure on the other end of corridor leading to your room before he sees you.
Pouring a full clip of CAS makes him dance the last dance with blood all over him and lotsa new holes in him.
Second, however, takes cover behind the corner, and so do you. You load a fresh mag to CAS, hawing two all operational again. Then you charge forward, betting to surprise him. Your bet wins - he is quite surprised next time he looks out of the corner. He dies with that expression, being full of surprise and lead.
Now, something to do with remaining two. You need to get them out of their cover somehow. They should hear the shooting already. You grin with a fearsome smile when an idea comes.
You grab the SLU and make several bursts, so they can presume their guys were firing now. Then, you put on a coat and the hat of one of the dead, then get a DLU and drag the corpse, like if you were both wounded.  You walk out of the guild building like that. When they come out to help, you grin under you fetre hat and drop the useless corpse and nail them with lead with a vengeful smile.

[Alexandria]

(( Do my revolvers suffer the -3 against those guys or is the calibre enough to punch through? ))

[Comrade P.]

((Your guns have +2 against that armor. Not too complicated calculation summarises a total of -1. You don't see the guy right now, just in case.))

[Alexandria]

(( Oh so no modifier for me including my +1. ))

"Your bargaining? This battle is over. You can't win and you know it. Besides I was hired to put an end to all of you.

2 choices, surrender or we finish you off. How many of you are even left alive now? You got 1 of us more by luck then anything else. You have 10 seconds then we fill that crater with human blood.

[Comrade P.]

- Shut up, lizard. You get your contract done - we get the fuck out of that tradeway. And for now, and for ever, our general point is to save our asses from any authority - men's, dwarven or whoever we deliver pain in the ass. Cowardious, unhonorable, blah-blah, I heard this. Let us out, things turn nastiest way.

[Alexandria]

"Tell me, what are your goals. What were you trying to do before this happened?