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[killerhellhound]

"What, too afraid to play poker against this face?  Heh, Rummy works, I guess.  Wanna spice it up, bud?  Best of three, winner gets the loser's cigarette ration?  Cards with nothing to gain ain't fun."

"You're on."

[piecewise]

IF YOUR ACTION IS "GO WITH X" I'M JUST GONNA ASSUME YOU DO RATHER THAN SAYING "YOU GO WITH X".

Okie doke?

GLORY lets you do 4 things: Get Training, Get Promotions, Requisition items to your Kit

((HOLY CHEESE ITS A REQUISITION?! I DID NOT KNOW OR READ THIS, AND I WISH I HAD A TEENY BIT MORE GLORY TO MAKE THAT CARBINE-SNIPER RIFLE THING. GAH))

Also retroactively, get these things for mah kit:
> Universal Kit. Which I assume is free. I did not read.
> Silenced Pistol (awesomely 20 GLORY more than the standard pistol but has a +6 risk dice if unnoticed \o/)
> Helmet (Aww no fancy vest for flavor? :< "Helmet and flak vest (+1 life)")
> Medic Bag (Requisition; unsure on its Glory price) [And I want ONE more than this, so I can heal the everybody. Hmpf! :I]

Also try and find some insulated garments nearby or improvise them from what we've got around.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 130 [-50; -30, for Silenced Pistol and Helmet, unsure on Medic Bag but = 50 GLORY remaining]
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

Silenced Pistol [8/8]
Helmet {+1 Life}
Probably a Medic Bag...

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

((So how much was that universal kit >_< That's the only thing I'm getting given that I lack info on 'better sniper rifles at mid range' or 'a reliable pistol I can use or slap a silencer on' Oh, and gimme some rubber gloves! I dislike the idea of electrical discharges everywhere.

Also I forget if this is the name of the aircraft carrier, but our priority is finding the BRIGADIER GENERAL, whose name is Bone.))

Hours pass until it is near midnight on the boat. Most have left the Mess hall, but our band of soldiers remain, gathered around talking, playing cards, poking at newly bandaged wounds and the like. The storm outside has gotten closer and rain pelts down with a constant ubiquitous ringing of drops striking metal somewhere on the decks above. Then the strikes becomes harder, tiny tinny bells ringing, Then thumps like a steel toed boot kicking an oil drum. You can hear shouting from above. Not fear, just outrage and pain. Then a heavy thud, one  that rocks the whole boat back and forth, like ball of wet cloth the size of a man just struck the side of the ship.

And everything goes silent.

"I've been thinking about what you told me about Joan, and this reminds me of how many situations things go wrong out of the blue. Shall we check?" Tala said, minding the fact that "Storm" and "Tower" mean electrical discharges, and prepares her rubber gloves.

Get up and check carefully the surroundings, alongside the floor of the deck we're on. Inquire as to what'sup with any crew I meet, and ready my...err, not-pistol. Rifle. :v

Also check/ask around where the General is.
And get some insulated garments.

"We are in still close proximity to where you all left with that plane. Mayhaps we're in one of their 'testing sites', or this is just a prelude. We should find the General."

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 130 [75+25+30]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

You're in the crew's mess hall; its split by a scullery that divides the mess into two distinct sections, one fore and the other aft. There are a few long metal tables here, with the rest of the team around them. You're on the second platform as they say; meaning there is one level of rooms above you and then the ship's deck. The crew mess is in the aft of the ship, pretty near the stern, with only the Officer's mess is further forward. Directly above this room and the officer's mess are the officer's quarters. If Bone is around, those two places are probably good places to start looking for him.

Insulated from what? Cold? Electricity? And from where?

"Yeah, and I ain't a barmaid.

Anything else obvious you ladies would like to say, or do you think we can get assembled and figure out what's going on now?"

Check the door for heat or a static charge. If it's clear and I don't get zapped to death, peek out and check the hallway (Or whatever else might be out there)

Spoiler: Communication is Key, or Something Like That (click to show/hide)

Name: Graham Garter

Description: Once a Lieutenant left in charge of a battered company in Africa, now shipped back to the 888th after offending his commanding officer in some way he doesn't discuss. Tall, heavily tanned from his time in the desert.

Physical: +0

Mental: +0

Life: +0

Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Will: 1
Knowledge: 2

Skills:
First Aid: +3
Submachine Gun: +2
Exotic Melee: +2
Interrogation: +1
Language: +1
Operator: +1

Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Commander equipment
SCR-300 radio Transceiver and handset
Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)
2 Thompson  magazines
Binoculars
5 signal flares (red, blue, green, yellow and black smoke) and flare gun

GLORY: 30

You walk to the door out of the Mess and touch it very gently with one finger. Its cold, as you would expect, but otherwise unremarkable. So you open  it and look outside. Through the door is a small room with a steep metal staircase up to the next deck. Behind the staircase, really crunched in behind it, is a wooden desk and a single chair. On the desk is a notebook and a pencil. If you remember right its a logbook of some kind, nothing important.

"I've got a feeling this is going to get real interesting, real fast" Bob muttered, following along after Tala.

Bob McKinley will have his pistol out, finger on the safety, and follow Tala. He doesn't have his pistol up yet, but he'll keep watch towards the rear as they advance through the ship.
EDIT: Start searching through open channels on the radio to see if there's any info.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Glory: 70

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
5 BAR magazines (Should I get rid of some of these? Because I had five from back when the BAR got five, and I was just assuming my character held onto them)
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass


Survived Injuries:
Hit in the forehead with machinegun fire on D-Day, helmet broke his nose, but saved his life.
Clipped by machinegun fire from main bunker on D-Day.
Caught in part of the fuel explosion in Poland: Large burns on exposed skin, but survived.

"I've been thinking about what you told me about Joan, and this reminds me of how many situations things go wrong out of the blue. Shall we check?"

Alice makes a startled sort of choking sound.
"Uh. Y-yes, let's go. Tala."

Affix hat to stave off this feeling of dread. J- uh, Tala surely will be able to keep things under control. Just follow her.
Do the radio things with my radio and call someone? OH FUCK IT'S GONNA BE CREEPY WHISPERS OR SOME SHIT, ISN'T IT.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 35

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)

M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Some bullshit pamphlet thing

You run through all the channels on the radio, including the official 888th channel and its various backups and double backups in case of emergency. You can't get any sort of coherent signal from anything, though there is background interference on every channel. It sounds like a loud crackling-popping noise and isn't constant. It comes in sharp bursts every few seconds. You recognize it: Lightning creates that kind of interference. [hidden]

There's something weird about the interference. Its too regular. Normal lightning interference should be totally random in distribution and duration. This reminds you of Morse code, though its not.

Having a basic knowledge of mechanics, Charlie knew that touching the ship couldn't possibly be dangerous, considering it was grounded by the mass of ocean around it. However, having this bit of knowledge about the way the world should work didn't alleviate Charlie's unease at the lack of noise. Something was amiss, and there was no ready explanation.

As the team begins to wander in two different directions, Charlie chooses to join Graham, for Graham seems to have a clear sense of direction, and is taking point. While waiting for Graham to clear the door, Charlie listens for any sound that might give a clue as to what is happening upstairs.

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

Name: Charlie
Description: Wears a bowler hat; has a moustache embarassingly similar to Adolf's. Apart from these unique features, he's unrecognizable.
Backstory: Draftee; hasn't said anything since he arrived. his files have some info; nobody ever looks. His reasons for being in this mess are personal.

Attrs: GLORY: +0 | Physical: +0 | Mental: +1 | Life: +0
Charlie is less vulnerable to verbal abuse and manipulation the less he speaks.

Stats: Str: -1 | Speed: +1 | Dex: +1 | Will: +2 | Knowledge: +0 | Senses: +2
Charlie tires easily: lowered strength.

Skills: +3 Camouflage | +2 Mechanics | +2 Melee | +1 Interrogation | +1 First Aid | +1 Pistol
Charlie is always the bad cop while interrogating. His very silence is unnerving.

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

Clothing: Knit cap, Gun belt /w Mag pouches, Holy Symbol (+1 Mental)
Weapons | Ammo: M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Toiletries: Mirror, Razor Set, Bar of soap, Toothbrush and tootpaste, Compressed TP, Mess kit, Canteen & Cup
Food & Drink: Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Healing Tools: Holy book (Used to restore 0 to 3 mental damage. Every 0 roll deals 1 mental damage to user), First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Tools: L type Flashlight, Sewing kit, Notepad & pen, Haversack, Compass, Clicker

You listen carefully. The sound of the storm hasn't vanished so much as it seems to have just grown distant. As though the thunder and rain were happening miles away, barely audible. You can hear the sound of boots on metal above and some quiet speaking. You can't understand it but the cadence is familiar; English and male. The swearing and shouting over the loud thunks from before has stopped, replaced by whispers.

"God loves me! You, my friend, are evidence enough of that! Hmm. But I can't quite fit you into my rucksack ... Well, friend, I hope you come prepared to defend yourself against buildings, and other explosions!"

"Born ready Sir! Tell me who needs to know what and I'll make sure the message gets there come hell or high water."

"Hey, Radiohead, you play music through that thing?  Dunno why, but I get the feeling that you've a good set of pipes!"

"Sure!"

Start playing an appropriately spooky tune.

Start playing an appropriately spooky tune.

Kick the radioman in the shin.
"Fuck! No, stop that! No spooks!"

Also If I'm assaulted (for no good reason D: ) start blaring obnoxious anachronistic noise at him to defend myself.

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0

Mental: 0

Life: 0

Stats:
Strength: 0
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Will: 0
Knowledge: 0
Senses: 1

Skills:
Operator: +3
Rifle: +2
Camouflage: +2
Mechanic: +1
Melee: +1
Language: +1


Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

You begin playing some music

Hell or high water? well, we just came through the first, and we're literally floating on the second, so good work, good work. Just wait here with me, Radio. Let the others do the scouting, and keep your ... err , receptors open for their call, eh? Me an' you, we don't exactl;y have much in the way of offensive weaponry. Least, not the kind that can help, on our own ship. Already had three buildings try to kill me. Not about to set off an explosion on our own ship.

Damn, now I'm mad that we didn't take that Kraut's fancy chair! The hell was I thinking? looked comfortable, too.

Say, Radio, you look about the same size as that Nazi officer we offed ..."

Ed remains at the table, leaning casually, and testing the functions of the Radio. The rated PG and rated E functions, you cad.

Someone call me over the Radio! Say, Radio, where's your speaker? Which part to I shout into?

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0   Physical
0   Mental
0   Life

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

Knife (Risk 2)traded to Simon Smith
Knife (Risk 2) (looted from dead teammate.)

Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used

195 GLORY

One fully autonomous Radio:

Pretty sure I gave it to Oz since he was the first to answer.  Not that he can't be used by multiple people. 

He appears to function like a man wearing a radio on his head. Except for his microphone fist but he might be pulling your leg about that.

((Knew it was a good idea to loot that corpse.))

Jack rubbed his face, his fingers tracing some of his new scars.  They weren't nearly as symmetrical now, but boy were there a lot of them now.  He'd really grown fond of them.

"Think we pissed the bastards off by stealing their plane?"

Ready the SMG and start moving out slowly.  Follow the smaller group so as to balance numbers.

Spoiler: Jack Worter (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Worter
Description:  Jack was transferred to the 888th after one of his explosives went off a bit too close to him, and he's been a bit funny in the head ever since.  The scars line up on his face when he starts grinning at explosions.  Likes nothing better to see things explode.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Speed +1
Dexterity +1
Knowledge +2
Senses +1
Skills:
Demolitions +3
Explosives +2
Traps +2
Tank +1
Operator +1
Mechanic +1
Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Entrenching Tool
Universal Kit (Contains above items)
Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)  [25 rounds in magazine]
2 Thompson  magazines
2 Land Mines (Risk 7)
2 Explosive charges (Risk 10)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)
1 Bangalore (Risk unknown, GM hasn't specified)
4 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

GLORY: 140

Medals: 

You're with Graham then.

((OOC: I completely and utterly forgot about this yesterday. Is the mission still looking for people though?))
Try to obtain two pistol clips with 10 Glory
Try to sneakily follow after the smallest group with his Welrod in hand

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Private Balders Dash
Description: A grotty little British man who can often be found wearing a pair of round lensed eye glasses to make his beady little eyes look perfectly normal. He has an almost inappropriate obsession with sneaking up behind people.
Physical:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Mental:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Life: (Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Stats: Speed (+1), Dexterity (+2), Senses (+1), Will (+1)
Skills:
Camouflage (+3)
Pistol (+2)
Traps (+2)
Car (+1)
Melee (+1)
Explosive (+1)
Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Spy Equipment:
Disguise kit
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8 shots)

Also with Graham.

"It's just some idiot sailor who crushed his foot again, ya jumpy pansies.  Stop getting so worked up over nothing."

Simon continues playing cards.  If everyone who was playing with him has left, he's gonna assume they all folded and that he gets their bets.  And then he'll play solitaire, I guess. With Yarrick.  Either Poker or Rummy, if Yarrick's a pansy.  Winner gets the loser's cigarette pack.

Also, hey, answer these!

Oooh.  Are explosive rounds in 888th so powerful that the AoE could kill multiple people?  It wouldn't exactly be realistic, but I'd totally buy a clip of exp rounds for the Springfield if they're that strong...

If I bought a 5-round clip of 30-06 for my Springfield, would it be cheaper than the 20-round BAR mag?  If not, could I buy the BAR mag and just unload the bullets, for the same effect?  _Sorry...

Edit: If I attached a scope to an MG and fired it semi-automatically, would that roll on scoped rifle rather than machinegun, like with the Gewehr?

I definitely want to buy an incendiary mag, regardless of the price, and maybe an explosive mag if it's cheap and effective enough.

...Also, do we get those fancy lightning guns back before the start of the mission?

Spoiler: Simon Smith, Luckiest Sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• A bunch of useful bits and bobs
  
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades

Looted Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• MG 15 [37/75] (Given to Doc Daneeka)
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]
• Two mysterious angular Nazi rifles (One given to Ed) (both confiscated by the brass)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]
• Two spare Springfield "magazines"
• Knife (risk 2)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.

GLORY: 155!

Keep playing cards with Simons


"Got any games for two people I think we are the only two people not freaking out. Don't get washed over board guys I don't want to have to drag you out."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Yarrick
Description:A tall man was transferred to the 888th after managing to bring down a tank with a lucky shot from above
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life: +1
Stats:[/b][/size]
Speed: +2
Dexterity: +3
Senses: +1

Skills:
Melee: +1
Pistol: +1
Explosive: +3
Demolitions: +2
Mechanic: +1
Camouflage: +2

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 life)
Pistol M1918 (Risk 2) (ammo 7/7)
Knife (Risk 2)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid) + Spare
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
 M18 Recoilless Rifle (Risk 6, single shot, slow reload) (Loaded with HE rounds)
3 HEAT rounds
3 HE rounds
3 WP rounds
2xSatchel Charge (Risk 7)

Glory 110 -50 First aid- 30 Helmet = 30

You both continue to play cards and ignore the hub-bub going on outside.

Answers for sy
1.Maybe if they were really closely clustered, but more than likely not. At best you'd probably kill one and hurt another. Human body is pretty good at soaking up shrapnel.
2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdCI15QojoA
3. If you fired it as a sniper rifle then MAYBE but I don't like it.

15 glory for incendiary. Explosive is 40.

Not for this, but next official mission, yes.

Say, is my application ok?

Sure. Show up as you like, everyone is still in the mess hall right now.

The doctor gulps nervouslly and grabs his machine gun and medical pack before going with whiver group is lacking a medic.

Ah Jesus, and now the deafness comes into, lousy distillers.

Spoiler: Doc Daneek (click to show/hide)

Name: Dr. Daneek
Description: A very thin and nervous man, beginning to go bald, a former Air force doctor he took this job after he was pronounced dead due to a buracratic mishap.  Due to being pronounced dead because of a plane he was supposed to be on crashing he has a great fear of flying.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Speed +3
Dex +2
Skills:
Medical Training +3
Machine gun +2
Operator +2
Flamethrower +1
Exotic melee +1
Camouflage +1
Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Miscellaneous.
Medic Equipment
Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice. Usable repeatedly till failure)
M1911 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Other equipment
MG 15 [37/75] (On loan from Simon Smith)

Well, Tala (Tala? Is Tiruin from the Philippines?) has medical training so I guess Graham it is!

[Toaster]

Jack jabs Graham with his scarred finger.  "Whatcha think?"

[Egan_BW]

(Tala? Is Tiruin from the Philippines?)

If only there were some place you could look to find such information.

[Egan_BW]

"That's... Weird..."

Uh, try to decode the lightningy bits. Maybe someone IS using it to pass information.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 35

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)

M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Some bullshit pamphlet thing

[Tiruin]

Well, Tala (Tala? Is Tiruin from the Philippines?) has medical training so I guess Graham it is!

((B-but I- I thought you knew! [Yes I am and thanks for spelling it right ], also AWH, there goes my chance to use my rifle. Hey Piecewise, can I substitute my Sniper Rifle in melee? I'm under the presumption (again T_T) that skill in a weapon means also using it with skill in melee, maybe at its lowest damage dice unless I grab a bayonet. Can I use a stiletto or a trench/combat knife as a bayonet? :3))

Also addendum to that garb-grabbing last turn: anything that's pretty much available nearby. Insulation from whichever. Fireman's suit or otherwise. I'd rather prioritize rubber gloves. And/or something padded that doesn't encumber me.

Also how goes that Req. Medic Bag cost?
"Graham, you and your team head up to check on the rest of the crew. I'll take these fellows to find the General (or we can switch, whatever people want done). Seems the radios are down, which coincidentally is a 'good' function if this is caused by Nazis. Isolate an Aircraft Carrier, down its communications, probably do something about it. I just hope we're not being boarded, but if we are, some team please check where that "thunk" came from.

"If we're going to use a code to get to know each other, that means using English only in American--slang that the Nazis or infiltrators don't usually know. I'll rack my thoughts when I get to it since I'm not American however, but I do know some words...But keep using those radios. Its probably one of our only ways to know what else is going about."

Get to searching for the General. First-most-obvious-idea first. Get someone with a shotgun as pointman while I'm the second person, with my silenced pistol at the ready.

"Radioman and the rest, I doubt you'll all be helpful as command without a means of communication. Want to go with my team and look for the General? There are two locations where he'd most likely be and I'll check one of them."

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 130 [-50; -30, for Silenced Pistol and Helmet, unsure on Medic Bag but = 50 GLORY remaining]
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Helmet {+1 Life}
[Medic Bag?]

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

[Strider03]

"Yeah, radios are shut down. Lightning, most likely, but it's kind of pulsing? You getting this, Alice? Not just my shitty german radio, right. . .Maybe a code, or a systematic jamming or something?" Bob fiddled with the dials, trying to determine if the interference patterns changed at different wavelengths.

Bob will attempt to decode the radio, working with Alice and her radio. He'll also continue to follow Tala, sticking towards the middle where fiddling with the radio shouldn't hurt him as much if they get attacked. He'll glance up every so often to make sure he's not caught off guard by anything though.

[Madman198237]

Check the book. Is it an official ship's log? Is it Chekhov's Ship's Log?

"I think I don't like how unnatural this sounds. Let's get moving, see if we can't find out what's going on.

Hey, Tala! We're taking the next deck up. We'll search for Bone and secure him there, would you search the Officer's mess and this deck, please?

Proceed up and search the officers' quarters, grab any nearby fellow officer(s) and ask what's up. If we find Bone, attempt to make radio contact and report the finding.

[Tavik Toth]

"Should some of us check the lower decks such as the engine room and see if the crew down there are ok?" Spencer says as he puts his helmet and flak jacket on.

[milo christiansen]

"Well, looks good so far. This lack of sound is some weird shit though." Smith runs his fingers over the tops of the vials in his med bag, then checks the chamber on his Thompson "I'll bring up the middle-rear if no one minds, good spot for a medic." Stick with the group

Spoiler: Smith, lean mean healing machine. (click to show/hide)

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats: Speed(3), Will(1), Dexterity(1)
Skills: Medical Training(3), First Aid(2), Submachine Gun(2), Pistol(1), Mechanic(1), Car(1)

Inventory:

First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
A whole pile of other shit I won't bother to track.

Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice)
M1911 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)
3 Thompson  magazines

75 GLORY

Smith came to the 888th because he wanted more carnage to fix. Normal units are simply too boring. Smith won't tell anyone if "Smith" is his first or last name, and his officers don't care enough to look it up in his records. As far as appearance goes Smith is remarkably ordinary. So ordinary that in any group he practically disappears.

[Madman198237]

"Let's stick to the top decks first. Nothing hostile can enter through the bottom of the ship. No hostile that we can do anything about, anyway..."

[Tiruin]

"Should some of us check the lower decks such as the engine room and see if the crew down there are ok?" Spencer says as he puts his helmet and flak jacket on.

"Maybe you could search the lower decks, check the engine room and all. I find volunteering helps push others to do things. Can someone try using the radio in morse, or something that we can use to talk with each other?"

[Twinwolf]

Glory-buying a helmet. 110 - 30 = 80 Glory remaining.

Spoiler: Winston Atzili (click to show/hide)

Name: Winston Atzili
Description: A tall and lanky dude with short black hair and brown eyes. Probably Jewish going off the name.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1 (Helmet)

Glory: 80
Stats:
Strength: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Explosives: +3
Camouflage: +2
Demolitions: +2
Planes:+1
Traps: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Rifles: +1
Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Other parts of the Universal Kit

M18 Recoilless Rifle (Risk 6, single shot, slow reload)
2 HEAT rounds
2 HE rounds
2 WP rounds
Satchel Charge (Risk 7)

M1 Garand (non-requisitioned, non-starting gear)
   3 M1 round clips

Joan's stuff:

Quote from: Universal Equipment
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)

Quote from: Sniper Equipment
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

Quote from: Loot and Stuff (Non-replenishable)
Joakim's Dog Tags
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Flashlights
Chains, rope, small knives, and other things found in the current mission's supply depot

[Tavik Toth]

"I'll go check the engine room that then. If anyone wants to follow, say so now or forever hold your peace."

Leave the Mess Hall and check the log book before heading for the lower decks to find if the crew down there are ok while keeping the rifle ready.

Spoiler: Spencer Ward (click to show/hide)

Name: Spencer Ward
Description: A tall and thin man with curly brown hair. Has the look of someone more aware of his surroundings than others do.
Physical:+0
Mental:+0
Life: +0
Stats:
Strength: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +2
Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Melee: +2
Pistol: +2
Rifle: +3
First Aid: +1
Language: +1
Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3) (8/8)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

[Doomblade187]

(Someone should check that ordinary looking logbook. Would help determine how much reality warping is going on)