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Here's what Bob did:

Shot out some random Nazi vehicle's tire.
Shot 3 or so Nazis in an ambush with Denver, and stole a truck, and in doing so, saved three french civilians from death.
Road the crazy tank ride of death, waiting in vain for a chance to shoot the machinegun
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most (granting +2 life)
Kept Franek from bleeding on the prisoner

Didn't die when we tried to kill ourselves with lightning, and in fact, avoided injury entirely through the mission.
Followed Simon's orders most dutifully.

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: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 25

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 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

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+Missions+Accomplishments:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Shot out some random Nazi vehicle's tire.
Shot 3 or so Nazis in an ambush with Denver, and stole a truck, and in doing so, saved three french civilians from death.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most (granting +2 life)
Kept Franek from bleeding on the prisoner

150 GLORY

Ed Spends 600 Glory on Building Killer Promotion, and 200 Glory on Leveling Demolitions to Rank 2.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

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

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses

Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
2 demolitions
1 camouflage
1 operator
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
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
2 L type Flashlights
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(8/9) +1 being smoked
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
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)
1 gas grenade
3 Building Killer Bombs

Knife (Risk 2)

Gewehr (10 ammo) (looted from Organ transport truck)
nazi talisman (looted from Organ transport truck)
Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0  GLORY)

5 GLORY (505 pre-mission, +300 for the mission, -600 for promotion, -200 for skill up)

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. 

Alright.

Aww, I was kinda hoping to get a medal for all that skilled stabbing Simon did.  Oh well, I can't complain with that glory payout.

Piecewise, does Simon get to keep the tank he stole?  Or would it be taken away, like Alice's magic hoverplane?  He'd totally try and fight to keep his loot, though nonlethally.  _{Probably got thrown in the brig for it.}

Also, this probably looks really greedy considering, but will we be getting global mission completion glory too, like past missions?  I'm totally not _(just) trying to get more pay, the glory does helps out those less badass fortunate.

...If the answer to both is "yes", could Simon keep his tank by spending 600 glory on a driver promotion?  Or Ed, since Ed is already spending that much and would surely appreciate a building-killing tank more than a few building-killing bombs?

Actually yeah. Forgot we had a melee one.


Berserker medal for you.

You keep yours since its not a special magic thing.

I'm gonna give it out at the end.

Your choice. By spending the 600 you'd make a permanent item that restocked if it was destroyed on mission.

Burned a bunch of enemies in an ambush attack:

[5]
Ed waits till the convoy is directly over the explosive and then detonates it. At this point things become a bit confused. The blast lifts the first truck at the same time it snaps it in half and throws it backwards. It lands on the cab of the truck behind it and then the team starts firing at anyone left standing. Bullets tear through the air and the nazis fall in the crossfire. They jerk and twitch as bullets tear them apart from multiple angles, blowing out sprays of red as they fall.  Then Will opens up with his flame thrower and in one sweep covers the entire scene in burning jellied gasoline. The last few nazis stagger, screaming or oddly silent, out of the inferno and collapse. Everything grows silent save for the patter of rain and the constant thunder.

Stabbed a door to death:

[5]
You line your knife up on the keyhole and stab. You do this repeatedly until suddenly the deadbolt holding the door shut pops out of place and flies into the room beyond with a series of loud metallic clinks

You turn around, knife raised, and nod knowingly while gesturing towards the door with one hand.

And apparently blew up all of the nazis that were in the fort in a horrible manner on accident.

William takes his extra flamethrower tank and walks up to the door with it in his left hand. [4] He pants his feet, aligns his body just right, and then kicks the door.  It swings open about 3/4ths of the way and he uses his left hand and the weight of his body to lift the flamethrower canisters and hurl it down the hall in the direction of the bullets, all without exposing any more than a bit of his hand.  The door slams closed a few moments later and maybe a half second after that there is a tremendous, if muffled, BANG! as the no doubt bullet riddled canister detonates.  The door bulges out a bit and smoke and flame licks out through the gaps.  William then does an exaggerated showman's pose and says "Ta-da" in a monotone.

...Black smoke and the pungent smell of burning hair pours out. She waves a bit of the smoke away and sticks her head in just far enough to get a look. The hall inside is still smoldering, small fires flicker on floor, ceiling and walls, and black smoke hangs heavy in the upper 2/3rds of the hall. There are corpses down at the end of the hall, burning more fiercely than the scattered fires on the concrete, and she can hear groans and other unpleasant sounds of human wreckage further on, hidden somewhere. Carolina shoves the door open all the way and Denver, William and Radio follow her in. They stalk forward, stepping over bodies and kicking weapons away from anyone who could, conceivably, still be alive. Around a corner is the front of the building. The Two big delivery doors are partially open, split a half an inch or so when the round slammed through between them. The room behind them, with its firing slits and halls off to the machineguns, is covered in a combination of chalky concrete dust and blood. There are at least two dozen dead men here, the blood pooling is thick enough to coat the ground in a thin layer of powder dusted red. Bodies lie in odd positions, thrown back against walls and falling in ways impossible for a living person, all twisted up and broken. The smell is horrible; a dozen opened entrails  leak a sewer like stench  that mixes with the oddly sweet metal smell of the blood.

That's pretty much everything, didn't really do a lot. I assume I get a replacement fuel tank? Do I heal the mental damage?

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: -1
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

Inventory:

"a few rifles, pistols, some ammo, a grenade or two"

3 knives (Risk 2)
Gewehr (10 Bullets, Risk 3)

Universal Equipment:
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

150 GLORY

Gwens acts of glory:
Tried to apply first aid on Franek's legs.
Helped stabilize Tala.

Spoiler: Gwen Howell (click to show/hide)

Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is a tallish woman with long black hair, she was a civilian pilot before the normandy landings, and she enlisted shortly after.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1

Stats:
Dexterity +2
Speed +1
Senses +2

Skills:
Plane +3
Rifle +2
Explosive +2
First Aid +1
Operator +1
Melee +1

Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment:
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand [8/8] (Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)


Universal Equipment:
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

150 GLORY

Acquire the Beserker Medal.

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
    Speed +1
    Dexterity +1
    Will +1
    Senses +2
Skills:
    Melee +3
    First Aid +2
    Camouflage +2
    Traps +1
    SMG +1
    Operator +1
Inventory:
    Helmet
    First Aid Kit (extra)
    SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
    Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
    burst )
    Spare Magazine [5/25]
    German SMG, 15 bullets
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit

GLORY: 360

Achievements:

https://i.imgur.com/87iFJZg.png

Done

Stuff:
Stopped that Frank guys bleeding,
Splinted Carolina’s arm
Helped Healed Tala somehow

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 Melee
+2 first aid
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
1 Binoculars
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(taped to Springfield)
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(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
GLORY: 135

170 GLORY

GLORY

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

888th things I did

Dodged a grenade trap
Cleared some houses
Watched a house
Helped clear the area
Found some frenchies
Successfully communicated with French people, and learned about bunkers weak point.
Sneaked up to bunker
Dodged a grenade thrown by Radio
Turned on Radio
Moved into bunker
Didn’t go crazy
Captured Nazi Prisoner
Started potential romantic subplot
Almost got electrocuted

100 GLORY





Is that everyone? Well, regardless, Everyone can add 100 to their GLORY as base pay for the mission.

[syvarris]

I DO get a medal?  AND I get to keep the tank, AND ENOUGH GLORY TO BUY A SECOND ONE?!

I AM THE KING OF EVERYTHING!

...Eeehehehe.  Simon prolly won't be commanding the tank next mission, so it'll be left to Ed, or someone else Simon trusts.  For those of you interested in manning it, some Tank skill might be a good investment, since it allows you to operate any part of the tank.  Though, Simon also won't be buying a replacement, so if you total it you're out of a tank until someone can steal or buy a second.

Simon's shopping list (at least, until the next mission is posted) is in the below spoiler.  All prices are known except for the cost of a few cans of paint.  Simon wants to give his tank some nice camouflage, something appropriate to the next mission.  How much GLORY would that cost?

Spoiler: Glory spending! (click to show/hide)

605 available

-300 to improve melee to +3.  Gonna capitalize on that berserker medal!
-40 to buy three CS gas grenades.  These things are awesome, they're offensive grenades that won't hurt Simon on a 1.
-30 for a helmet.
-?? to get a few cans of paint for the tank.

235-?? Glory remaining.

I'm very tempted to buy a radio, but that's the sort of thing Simon will prolly be able to loot eventually, and could also turn out to be entirely unnecessary depending on the mission.  Maybe he won't need one at all, yet again.

...Plus he doesn't have the skill for it.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, LUCKIEST sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard and a bulky gasmask.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.  He has nine firearms chained to him, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1 (Helmet)
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Medals:

Berserker: You cannot be injured on turns where you kill an enemy with a melee weapon.
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+3
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) (Being given to Tala/Jimmy)
• 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, Sniper Rifle)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent, Sniper Rifle)
• A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [11/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)
• 3/3 CS gas grenades.
• Helmet (+1 Life)

Looted Inventory:

• Two spare First Aid Kits.
• MG 15 [75/75] (Machine Gun)
• A spare box of ammo for the MG 15.
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3, Sniper Rifle)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2, Pistol)
• Four Mauser C96 mags
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent, Rifle)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries, Sniper Rifle)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Six spare knives (risk 2, melee)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
• Two grenades (Risk 7?)
• Handaxe, looted off the side of a german tank.  (Risk 2, melee)
• A copy of a German tanker's diary, perfectly translated into Latin.
• A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  

GLORY: 235-??!

[Radio Controlled]

Alright, post your glory lists if you haven't yet. I'll think up what the fuck I wanna do with you all in the future.

What the Radioman did this mission:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Was a radioman. What more could you want?

100 based off what I remember you doing you cheeky sod.

Hearing you call me a cheeky sod is worth more than all the glory in the world.

Play something for the crew while we ride on home. Something anachronistic. Some CCR fortunate son perhaps?

[Questorhank]

That tank'll need a dedicated crew.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Mark Wilson
Description: a man of average height and build. His long, brown hair has been forced into a ponytail and his ungroomed beard touches his collarbone. He ended up in the 888th after sneaking into a US Army base and commandeering a tank on a drunken dare.
Life:
Physical:
Mental:
Stats: dexterity+2, knowledge+2, senses+1
Skills: Mechanic+3, Tank+2, Operator+2, Camouflage+1, Pistol+1, Demolition+1
Inventory:
     Universal Kit
     Mechanic's Kit
          Toolbox
          Duct Tape
          Wrench (risk 2, non-weapon)
          M1911 Pistol (risk 2, 9/18 rounds)

[Hotfire90]

Spend Glory to improve first aid to 2 and to requisition a spare first aid pouch.

Spoiler: Gwen Howell (click to show/hide)

Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is a tallish woman with long black hair, she was a civilian pilot before the normandy landings, and she enlisted shortly after.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1

Stats:
Dexterity +2
Speed +1
Senses +2

Skills:
Plane +3
Rifle +2
Explosive +2
First Aid +2
Operator +1
Melee +1

Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment:
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand [8/8] (Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

Universal Equipment:
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

Requisitioned Equipment:
Spare First Aid Pouch

Glory: 250-200 (improving first aid to +2) -50 (Spare First Aid Pouch) =0

[Ozarck]

Adding 100 general mission GLORY to my sheet.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

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

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses

Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
2 demolitions
1 camouflage
1 operator
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
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
2 L type Flashlights
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(8/9) +1 being smoked
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
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)
1 gas grenade
3 Building Killer Bombs

Knife (Risk 2)

Gewehr (10 ammo) (looted from Organ transport truck)
nazi talisman (looted from Organ transport truck)
Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0  GLORY)

105 GLORY (505 pre-mission, +300 for personal achievements in the latest mission, +100 general mission success, -600 for promotion, -200 for skill up)

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. 

[Egan_BW]

Here's everything I did. Give me GLORY.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Alice, best question-asker!

"...Why is this map made of squares? This doesn't look like aerial photography."

"Camera resolution wasn't so great~"

The man says in a completely different voice than the one he had before, his eyes glazed over and his arms slack at his sides. He shudders and looks around a moment later as though he forgot where he was.

Alice, best sleeper!

"Alright, I'm off. Call me if you need me. By which I mean don't call unless you do need me. And you only need me if you find a plane and need someone who can fly it."

Pick out a building that looks likely to be uninhabited, enter, sweep the whole building once, and find a nice spot to take a nap. In the sun, preferably.

Once the Clearing crew gives the all clear for the left series of buildings, you head in. You find yourself a mostly intact easy chair on one of the upper levels and sit down, intent on napping.

Nap get.

[2]
You stare up at the sky, completely unable to sleep.

"Dang."

((why the heck do I need to roll to take a nap, anyways))


Alice, best tinkerer!

Loot house for junk and items. Test new Tinker system.

No.

Do it anyway.

Fine. What is it you're looking for in particular? Just anything?

((Sometimes it's adorable how easy it is to get you to cave, Mr. Bones~))

Find stuff to build a plane. Just in this house.

[3]
You find...an aluminum coffee pot.

Think you're gonna need some kind of powerful engine, a control system, a propeller, and a shit load of junk.

Alice, best coffee sipper!

"Ah well, gotta work with what'cha got."

Make coffee. Is there a clothes drier around here?

A quick rummage around  and you find the ingredients to make coffee and start a small fire. You sit and wait in the bombed out building, hiding under a partially destroyed roof from the downpour outside. You wait as the water boils, warming your hands next to the little fire.

((Hey, you dodged my question! I have no idea why I wanted a clothes drier, but it might have been important!))

"Hmm hmm hmm..."

Wait for the water to boil.

The water boils after a few minutes and you spend the next several making yourself the coffee. Its nothing great but its better than that instant swill they give you in your rations.

"Ha, nice. If nothing else I get a real cuppa out of this mission. Wonder if there's enough here to make some tomato sandwiches, too."

Sip coffee and listen to the radio. How do things seem to be going out there?

Makes me think of this

You listen to the radio. Things seem to be...*Sip*...going ok.

Alice, best tank driver!

"Oh hey Simon! Yeah, I'll go ping you and drive. Can't be too hard, right?"

Go find Simon's tank and fire my pistol at the turret till he lets me in. Then maybe fix his radio so that it works properly on allied frequencies.
Also stuff that coffee maker into my pack. Loot is loot, right?

You stick the coffee maker setup, crude though it is, into your bag and hoof it back over to the allied area. Simon lets you into his tank after only a few warning shots and a big of vigorous swearing. [6] You modify the radio to work on both public and encrypted private channels.

"Oh yeah Simon, I know exactly how to drive this. It's not like tanks control totally different from planes or anything.
...Which is to say, yeah I can do it. Would probably be easier if this were some kind of spooky experimental nazi lightning tank or something? Why didn't you just steal one of those, Simon?

Uh, on an unrelated note, where are we going, exactly?"

Alright, let's drive this tank! Can't be that hard, right? Just drive wherever Commander Simon says, for now. ("just drive it to, like, Ed or Tala or whatever.")
"Ahh, nice to get behind the controls of a proper vehicle again. Nice thing about tanks, you know; crashing into things is way less dangerous than in a car! For the people inside, anyways."

Also, if that one guy actually manages to get inside the tank and speech roll Simon into giving up our precious loot, counter speech roll that.

((I bet 75 GLORY that I'll die inside this tank during this mission. Anyone want to take me up on that?))

((Nobody took my bet ))

Alice climbs into the hastily cleaned driver's seat and [5] expertly guides the tank out of the allied controlled area, down the road, past advancing allied troops, and over to where Ed and the rest of the gang are.

Wiellste briefly possesses my other character to LOOT THAT BOOK.

You take the book and hold it tight. Delicious loot.

Alice, best radio operator!

"Aw, why do we need a driver? This thing is easy, I think I could drive it in my sleep now."

Kay. Guess I get the radio op seat then.

Ok.

"Jesus, Simon. You need to be more careful with that stuff."

Cut Simon's hands free.

[4]
You carefully cut Simon's hands and lip free, giving him a very disappointed look the entire time.

((Hey look, it's useful medic-ing. That's worth something, right?))

"Ed, Ed, I thought you said you knew how to drive a tank?"

Check the radio. Interference gone?

It  seems to be lessening for the moment, but its not gone entirely.

Alice, best tank driver again!

"Ah, firing a machinegun at a tank. That's not the wisest decision I've ever seen these nazis make. What do you say we show them a real gun?"

Follow Simon's orders.

[6][5]
A quick shuffle of seats to put everyone in the best position and then Alice, perhaps a bit too excited about finally being in combat, pushes the tank to top speed and plows through a building, driving the tank straight towards the bunker. She cuts across the empty lawns between this road and the main one, before turning hard and circling round towards the start of the Main bunker's switch back road.  Toby shouts that the cannon is ready over the combined roar of the engine and Alices repeated "YEEEEHAWs!". Ed lines up his shot with the turret -not easy to do when the tank is advancing like this- and fires on the machinegun nest. The shot makes the entire tank ring and everyone is jerked forward as the shot kills a good bit of the tank's momentum.

The round strikes dead center of the machinegun nest, right through the slot the gun is pointed out of. It seems to have been an HE round but it makes little difference with a shot like that. The other two machineguns, now with a view of the tank, open fire. Trees get shredded and explode into splinters as the tank charges up the hill. Sid, apparently not aware of where he is, attempts to climb straight out of the tank. He gets as far as partially undoing the hatch before Simon tackles him.

"Just like drivin' a car, 'sept you don't have ta stop when you hit something."

No, I don't have a driver's licence, thanks for asking.

THAT'S NOT AN ACTION, GUIDANCE GOBLIN. CONTINUING PREVIOUS SUICIDAL CHARGE.

[6]
You lean on the accelerator even more, though you're not sure it really does anything, and steer the tank straight up towards the bunker. You completely ignore the winding switch back road and instead slam straight into the hill between each section of road, ramping up it and bypassing large sections of the road with sick ass tank jumps.  You land after the second of these, everyone bouncing around the tank cabin like marbles in a tin can, and cut right to continue up the hill. There are trees between you and the last machinegun nest for the moment, but you should pass them soon. 

To your left a tree detonates as either an RPG or recoilless rifle round slams into it, and above you the cloud spike drifts past.  It glides over you and further up the hill before unleashing a burst of concentrated electrical power that explodes some part of the hill further up.

"DON'T FUCKIN CARE SUPERIOR GERMAN ENGINEERING COMING THROUGH CANT STOP THIS SHIT WITH SOME WEAK ASS LIGHTNING WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE FUCKIN NAZIS MANIPULATING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS LIKE YOU THINK THATS AN EFFECTIVE WEAPON ILL SHOW YOU AN EFFECTIVE WEAPON YOU SHITS SURPRISE ITS TANK TREADS UP YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLES HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW BITCHES COME ON JUST TRY AND STOP ME IM FUCKING UNSTOPPABLE YOU BETTER PREPARE FOR THE STORM MAGGOTS THE STORM THAT SNUFFS OUT YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE NAZI CULTIST LIVES IM COMING FOR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS IM GONNA RAM THIS WHOLE FUCKING CHUNK OF DUMBASS GERMAN STEEL RIGHT INTO YOUR FUCKING FORT AND SHATTER IT INTO A MILLION PIECES YOU THINK THIS IS FUCKING FUNNY YOURE GONNA TAKE IT A LOT MORE SERIOUSLY WHEN I RUN YOU DOWN AND SEND YOU STRAIGHT DOWN TO HELL YEAH HOW YOU LIKE THAT BITCHES JUST SATAN ALL UP IN YOUR ASSHOLE CAUSE THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING A BUNCH OF NAZIS AND ALSO GETTING IN MY WAY YOURE FUCKING DEAD KIDDO"

runnin in the nineties

((I better get some frikkin GLORY for that rant, for it is GLORIOUS.))

The tank goes squealing around a hair pin turn, somehow drifting on treads, and Alice sings some kind of song that she has no possible ability to know. She can't make any flying leaps here so the tank is forced to follow the road, still hidden from fire by the trees. Ed keeps the turret aimed in the vague direction of the bunker but notices that the machinegun fire has stopped.  The tank drives past a section of forest and hill that have been burnt to ash by  the lightning strike and he gets a glimpse of a man using a flamethrower on the last nest, though he can only see it for a moment before the trees intercept his view again. Up ahead, around the next turn, the lightning has ruined the road and obliterated the trees.

"Huh. Guess being stuck doing nothing for so long has built up some aggression, yeah? Hehehe..."

You know the drill.

[2]
You continue on, ignoring the fact that the road ahead is ruined, blackened, and generally not very smart to pass over. You hit it at speed and immediately the wet ashy mud slides like lubricant. The tank's treads lose traction, spinning through mud but gaining no purchase, and the tank slides to the side. It goes off the flat section where the switch back used to be and slides down the hill, smashing sideways through blackened, fragile tree remains before ending up back on the lower section of the road. Even then you continue to slide until you hit the still living trees. The Tank lurches to the side and everyone goes with it, ending up pinned against the wall for a half second before gravity gets them and they fall back to the floor.

Simon, the annoying tank commander

Fuck you, bunch of pansy lightning isn't stopping me.

[6,4]
Simon climbs back down into the tank and glowers  over Alice's shoulder while  she gets the tank moving again. Simon leans close and whispers in her ear.

"Don't touch that thing."

"That's the throttle"

"Don't."

"I'm ignoring you."

Alice guides the tank back up the hill and over to the ashy slick. She pushes the throttle to the max and then angles the tank up the hill, so that the tank will fight against the downward slide of the hill. She hits that slick area at top speed and goes sailing across it, only picking up speed on the slippery surface. The tank crosses the burnt out area and then continues forward, sliding down the road, past the turn and straight into a tree. This time it isn't going as fast as before, so the crash is more of a bonk and less of a smash.

Simon bends down and whispers "Told you~"

"Very helpful, Simon."

Onwards. Again.

[1]
Alice backs the tank up and it runs into a tree.

"Good, but next time, harder"

Alice turns the tank a bit and tries to drive forward but just runs straight into another tree.

"Yes baby, you're getting there."

Alice backs up again and hits yet another tree before sliding down a few feet and getting the tank wedged between two trees.

"There you are. You're fucked nice and proper now. Very good."

"Could you not? Could you just not?"

"Fuck you."

"Argh, why can't tank designers just put in a flight stick and throttle like normal people?"

Get the tank back on the road. No guarantee that Ed won't get a knife in the gut if he comes over here, I'm not feeling very charitable.

[5]
You reverse the tank as far as you can and then gun it forward into the tree Simon is currently chopping. The tank hits it with tremendous force and the treads churn wet leaves and soil, throwing sprays of mud and rocks out behind it. The engine roars and after several seconds there's an audible crack and the tree tilts drunkenly forward, roots tearing free as it falls.  Simon and Tobeis skitter back into the tank and close the hatch behind them as you guide the tank back onto the road.

*Sigh*

Can we smash that base yet? I'd like to do that. I'd also like to stab Ed, but priorities.

[4] You pull the tank out and around until you have a good view of the front of the bunker, pulling to a sharp halt maybe 30 feet from the entrance.

((It's at this point that the base on the hill gets totally rekt by a single shot from our cannon. I didn't do it, but I helped and it was awesome.))

"Jeez, nobody told me that the nazis were lightning wizards or whatever. Why do we keep running into this shit?"
Alice sighs.
"...Right. Because we're the 888th. I hate this job."

Ram it!
"Anyway, what do you bet we can stop the lightning by crushing the summoning circle or whatever under our treads? Maybe now that it's in motion we can't stop it. If that were the case the smart option here would be to run away.
Hahaha!
Ridiculous, right?!"

Frikkin gun it into that damn bunker. Identify what's controlling the lightning and smash it!

Simon bounces around the inside of the tank with insane energy, always with one leg up on something like a pirate captain. Its hard to tell when he's talking to no one in particular and when he's yelling at someone specifically. 

"FORWARD! ONWARD! EVER ADVANCING! ESCAPE THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY GERMAN GOD! SMASH ALL OBSTACLES IN OUR WAY! ESPECIALLY DOORS!"

He grabs Alice by the shoulders and leans over her, his face sliding down in front of hers, upside down.

"Especially doors" he whispers.

"Get off!" She says, shoving him away and adjusting the tank's controls. "Just ram the door, yeah sure. I hate this stupid job."

"YOU MEN!" Simon says, spinning and facing...well he's staring at the rack of shells but everyone assumes he's addressing the rest of the crew. "SHOOT THE CLOUDS! LET THEM SEE THE STORM RENDING MIGHT OF AMERICAN STEEL!"

"I'm pretty sure that will just lead to us being struck by lightning." Ed says, leaning to be in Simon's sight line.

"WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT IT CERTAINLY WILL!"

Toby looks extremely panicked for a few seconds but then a sort of detached calm seems to come over him and he shrugs. He picks up his rifle, racks the bolt, and gets ready to stick his head out and shoot at the clouds. Only a cautionary look from Ed prevents him from doing it.  Meanwhile Alice pushes the tank's throttle down and the machine rocks back with acceleration. Simon somehow manages to stay on his feet, probably thanks to the pirate pose, and shouts  "CHARGE!" While pointing in the exact opposite direction as the way the tank is moving.

When the tank hits the double metal doors there is a moment of resistance in which a good amount of the Tank's momentum is lost. Everyone goes flying forward and it feels like the tank is going to do a forward roll. But the doors give a moment  later and the tank, now slowed almost to a stop, rolls in as the doors, ripped from their concrete housings, clang down to the ground around it.  Everyone in the bunker, Tala and Carolina and everyone with them, scramble away from the sudden intrusion as the tank rolls forward onto the metal platform and stops.

((The rest of the mission was boring and nothing of real note happened except for Tala exploding, so I'm skipping it.))

[SaberToothTiger]

Spoiler: Franek Kimono (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono

GLORY: 50

Physical: -1
Mental:
Life: -4

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1 Ration
1 First Aid Pouch
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Mirror
1 razor set
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
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[Strider03]

"Alice Best Radio Operator" Bob takes offense at this. He checked for static more than once! And actually communicated over a radio! Radio man doesn't count for this because he more is a radio than is operating one.

GLORY has been added to sheet.

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: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 275

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 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

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

What to save for:
Sin Eater
Justice
Deadeye
Pride
Holdout
Sidearm Specialist
Chaingunner
Driver maybe
Iron Fist maybe

Survived Injuries+Missions+Accomplishments:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most

[Egan_BW]

You can't be the best, you don't have a hat.

[Strider03]

. . . Oh damn, you might be right. What would be the glory price for quality cowboy hat? If it's just the same as any other fancy hat, I'll be paying 5 GLORY for that.

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: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 275

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 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

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+Missions+Accomplishments:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most

[Tiruin]

I don't really recall much. It'll really help for others to chip in on others too.

Is that everyone? Well, regardless, Everyone can add 100 to their GLORY as base pay for the mission.

Hum :<
So many people.

Spoiler: What I guess I did (click to show/hide)

Initially noted and provided intel or reconnaissance during the earliest stages of the mission
Contacted the French survivors and enabled communications with home base with them, alongside Carolina and others
Diffused potential hostile situations by being pretty blunt that we're Allied forces, also took part of an ambush raid which successfully crippled an incoming supply convoy
Added to supporting fire and attack during the raid on the fortress, gas grenades were useful but otherwise situational
Provided medikits and first aid for folks along the whole span of the mission, including the ending which wasn't as bad as it should've been
Hopefully helped out a wounded prisoner of war by not making his experience any worse, while healing him and stabilizing his, and several other wounded or disabled Wermacht soldiers' condition during the fortress raid

I just want that Valkyrie option on this character or the next one.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 190
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

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: -5
Mental: -1
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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2) [Edward has one of them]

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

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

[piecewise]

I DO get a medal?  AND I get to keep the tank, AND ENOUGH GLORY TO BUY A SECOND ONE?!

I AM THE KING OF EVERYTHING!

...Eeehehehe.  Simon prolly won't be commanding the tank next mission, so it'll be left to Ed, or someone else Simon trusts.  For those of you interested in manning it, some Tank skill might be a good investment, since it allows you to operate any part of the tank.  Though, Simon also won't be buying a replacement, so if you total it you're out of a tank until someone can steal or buy a second.

Simon's shopping list (at least, until the next mission is posted) is in the below spoiler.  All prices are known except for the cost of a few cans of paint.  Simon wants to give his tank some nice camouflage, something appropriate to the next mission.  How much GLORY would that cost?

Spoiler: Glory spending! (click to show/hide)

605 available

-300 to improve melee to +3.  Gonna capitalize on that berserker medal!
-40 to buy three CS gas grenades.  These things are awesome, they're offensive grenades that won't hurt Simon on a 1.
-30 for a helmet.
-?? to get a few cans of paint for the tank.

235-?? Glory remaining.

I'm very tempted to buy a radio, but that's the sort of thing Simon will prolly be able to loot eventually, and could also turn out to be entirely unnecessary depending on the mission.  Maybe he won't need one at all, yet again.

...Plus he doesn't have the skill for it.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, LUCKIEST sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard and a bulky gasmask.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.  He has nine firearms chained to him, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1 (Helmet)
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Medals:

Berserker: You cannot be injured on turns where you kill an enemy with a melee weapon.
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+3
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) (Being given to Tala/Jimmy)
• 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, Sniper Rifle)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent, Sniper Rifle)
• A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [11/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)
• 3/3 CS gas grenades.
• Helmet (+1 Life)

Looted Inventory:

• Two spare First Aid Kits.
• MG 15 [75/75] (Machine Gun)
• A spare box of ammo for the MG 15.
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3, Sniper Rifle)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2, Pistol)
• Four Mauser C96 mags
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent, Rifle)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries, Sniper Rifle)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Six spare knives (risk 2, melee)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
• Two grenades (Risk 7?)
• Handaxe, looted off the side of a german tank.  (Risk 2, melee)
• A copy of a German tanker's diary, perfectly translated into Latin.
• A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  

GLORY: 235-??!

Enough paint to cover the tank is 5 GLORY.

Alright, post your glory lists if you haven't yet. I'll think up what the fuck I wanna do with you all in the future.

What the Radioman did this mission:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Was a radioman. What more could you want?

100 based off what I remember you doing you cheeky sod.

Hearing you call me a cheeky sod is worth more than all the glory in the world.

Play something for the crew while we ride on home. Something anachronistic. Some CCR fortunate son perhaps?

You play some music. Most people like it though some seem to be slightly distressed by it for some reason.

That tank'll need a dedicated crew.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Mark Wilson
Description: a man of average height and build. His long, brown hair has been forced into a ponytail and his ungroomed beard touches his collarbone. He ended up in the 888th after sneaking into a US Army base and commandeering a tank on a drunken dare.
Life:
Physical:
Mental:
Stats: dexterity+2, knowledge+2, senses+1
Skills: Mechanic+3, Tank+2, Operator+2, Camouflage+1, Pistol+1, Demolition+1
Inventory:
     Universal Kit
     Mechanic's Kit
          Toolbox
          Duct Tape
          Wrench (risk 2, non-weapon)
          M1911 Pistol (risk 2, 9/18 rounds)

Welcome aboard.

Spend Glory to improve first aid to 2 and to requisition a spare first aid pouch.

Spoiler: Gwen Howell (click to show/hide)

Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is a tallish woman with long black hair, she was a civilian pilot before the normandy landings, and she enlisted shortly after.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1

Stats:
Dexterity +2
Speed +1
Senses +2

Skills:
Plane +3
Rifle +2
Explosive +2
First Aid +2
Operator +1
Melee +1

Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment:
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand [8/8] (Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

Universal Equipment:
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

Requisitioned Equipment:
Spare First Aid Pouch

Glory: 250-200 (improving first aid to +2) -50 (Spare First Aid Pouch) =0

Ok.

Here's everything I did. Give me GLORY.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Alice, best question-asker!

"...Why is this map made of squares? This doesn't look like aerial photography."

"Camera resolution wasn't so great~"

The man says in a completely different voice than the one he had before, his eyes glazed over and his arms slack at his sides. He shudders and looks around a moment later as though he forgot where he was.

Alice, best sleeper!

"Alright, I'm off. Call me if you need me. By which I mean don't call unless you do need me. And you only need me if you find a plane and need someone who can fly it."

Pick out a building that looks likely to be uninhabited, enter, sweep the whole building once, and find a nice spot to take a nap. In the sun, preferably.

Once the Clearing crew gives the all clear for the left series of buildings, you head in. You find yourself a mostly intact easy chair on one of the upper levels and sit down, intent on napping.

Nap get.

[2]
You stare up at the sky, completely unable to sleep.

"Dang."

((why the heck do I need to roll to take a nap, anyways))


Alice, best tinkerer!

Loot house for junk and items. Test new Tinker system.

No.

Do it anyway.

Fine. What is it you're looking for in particular? Just anything?

((Sometimes it's adorable how easy it is to get you to cave, Mr. Bones~))

Find stuff to build a plane. Just in this house.

[3]
You find...an aluminum coffee pot.

Think you're gonna need some kind of powerful engine, a control system, a propeller, and a shit load of junk.

Alice, best coffee sipper!

"Ah well, gotta work with what'cha got."

Make coffee. Is there a clothes drier around here?

A quick rummage around  and you find the ingredients to make coffee and start a small fire. You sit and wait in the bombed out building, hiding under a partially destroyed roof from the downpour outside. You wait as the water boils, warming your hands next to the little fire.

((Hey, you dodged my question! I have no idea why I wanted a clothes drier, but it might have been important!))

"Hmm hmm hmm..."

Wait for the water to boil.

The water boils after a few minutes and you spend the next several making yourself the coffee. Its nothing great but its better than that instant swill they give you in your rations.

"Ha, nice. If nothing else I get a real cuppa out of this mission. Wonder if there's enough here to make some tomato sandwiches, too."

Sip coffee and listen to the radio. How do things seem to be going out there?

Makes me think of this

You listen to the radio. Things seem to be...*Sip*...going ok.

Alice, best tank driver!

"Oh hey Simon! Yeah, I'll go ping you and drive. Can't be too hard, right?"

Go find Simon's tank and fire my pistol at the turret till he lets me in. Then maybe fix his radio so that it works properly on allied frequencies.
Also stuff that coffee maker into my pack. Loot is loot, right?

You stick the coffee maker setup, crude though it is, into your bag and hoof it back over to the allied area. Simon lets you into his tank after only a few warning shots and a big of vigorous swearing. [6] You modify the radio to work on both public and encrypted private channels.

"Oh yeah Simon, I know exactly how to drive this. It's not like tanks control totally different from planes or anything.
...Which is to say, yeah I can do it. Would probably be easier if this were some kind of spooky experimental nazi lightning tank or something? Why didn't you just steal one of those, Simon?

Uh, on an unrelated note, where are we going, exactly?"

Alright, let's drive this tank! Can't be that hard, right? Just drive wherever Commander Simon says, for now. ("just drive it to, like, Ed or Tala or whatever.")
"Ahh, nice to get behind the controls of a proper vehicle again. Nice thing about tanks, you know; crashing into things is way less dangerous than in a car! For the people inside, anyways."

Also, if that one guy actually manages to get inside the tank and speech roll Simon into giving up our precious loot, counter speech roll that.

((I bet 75 GLORY that I'll die inside this tank during this mission. Anyone want to take me up on that?))

((Nobody took my bet ))

Alice climbs into the hastily cleaned driver's seat and [5] expertly guides the tank out of the allied controlled area, down the road, past advancing allied troops, and over to where Ed and the rest of the gang are.

Wiellste briefly possesses my other character to LOOT THAT BOOK.

You take the book and hold it tight. Delicious loot.

Alice, best radio operator!

"Aw, why do we need a driver? This thing is easy, I think I could drive it in my sleep now."

Kay. Guess I get the radio op seat then.

Ok.

"Jesus, Simon. You need to be more careful with that stuff."

Cut Simon's hands free.

[4]
You carefully cut Simon's hands and lip free, giving him a very disappointed look the entire time.

((Hey look, it's useful medic-ing. That's worth something, right?))

"Ed, Ed, I thought you said you knew how to drive a tank?"

Check the radio. Interference gone?

It  seems to be lessening for the moment, but its not gone entirely.

Alice, best tank driver again!

"Ah, firing a machinegun at a tank. That's not the wisest decision I've ever seen these nazis make. What do you say we show them a real gun?"

Follow Simon's orders.

[6][5]
A quick shuffle of seats to put everyone in the best position and then Alice, perhaps a bit too excited about finally being in combat, pushes the tank to top speed and plows through a building, driving the tank straight towards the bunker. She cuts across the empty lawns between this road and the main one, before turning hard and circling round towards the start of the Main bunker's switch back road.  Toby shouts that the cannon is ready over the combined roar of the engine and Alices repeated "YEEEEHAWs!". Ed lines up his shot with the turret -not easy to do when the tank is advancing like this- and fires on the machinegun nest. The shot makes the entire tank ring and everyone is jerked forward as the shot kills a good bit of the tank's momentum.

The round strikes dead center of the machinegun nest, right through the slot the gun is pointed out of. It seems to have been an HE round but it makes little difference with a shot like that. The other two machineguns, now with a view of the tank, open fire. Trees get shredded and explode into splinters as the tank charges up the hill. Sid, apparently not aware of where he is, attempts to climb straight out of the tank. He gets as far as partially undoing the hatch before Simon tackles him.

"Just like drivin' a car, 'sept you don't have ta stop when you hit something."

No, I don't have a driver's licence, thanks for asking.

THAT'S NOT AN ACTION, GUIDANCE GOBLIN. CONTINUING PREVIOUS SUICIDAL CHARGE.

[6]
You lean on the accelerator even more, though you're not sure it really does anything, and steer the tank straight up towards the bunker. You completely ignore the winding switch back road and instead slam straight into the hill between each section of road, ramping up it and bypassing large sections of the road with sick ass tank jumps.  You land after the second of these, everyone bouncing around the tank cabin like marbles in a tin can, and cut right to continue up the hill. There are trees between you and the last machinegun nest for the moment, but you should pass them soon. 

To your left a tree detonates as either an RPG or recoilless rifle round slams into it, and above you the cloud spike drifts past.  It glides over you and further up the hill before unleashing a burst of concentrated electrical power that explodes some part of the hill further up.

"DON'T FUCKIN CARE SUPERIOR GERMAN ENGINEERING COMING THROUGH CANT STOP THIS SHIT WITH SOME WEAK ASS LIGHTNING WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE FUCKIN NAZIS MANIPULATING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS LIKE YOU THINK THATS AN EFFECTIVE WEAPON ILL SHOW YOU AN EFFECTIVE WEAPON YOU SHITS SURPRISE ITS TANK TREADS UP YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLES HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW BITCHES COME ON JUST TRY AND STOP ME IM FUCKING UNSTOPPABLE YOU BETTER PREPARE FOR THE STORM MAGGOTS THE STORM THAT SNUFFS OUT YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE NAZI CULTIST LIVES IM COMING FOR YOU MOTHERFUCKERS IM GONNA RAM THIS WHOLE FUCKING CHUNK OF DUMBASS GERMAN STEEL RIGHT INTO YOUR FUCKING FORT AND SHATTER IT INTO A MILLION PIECES YOU THINK THIS IS FUCKING FUNNY YOURE GONNA TAKE IT A LOT MORE SERIOUSLY WHEN I RUN YOU DOWN AND SEND YOU STRAIGHT DOWN TO HELL YEAH HOW YOU LIKE THAT BITCHES JUST SATAN ALL UP IN YOUR ASSHOLE CAUSE THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING A BUNCH OF NAZIS AND ALSO GETTING IN MY WAY YOURE FUCKING DEAD KIDDO"

runnin in the nineties

((I better get some frikkin GLORY for that rant, for it is GLORIOUS.))

The tank goes squealing around a hair pin turn, somehow drifting on treads, and Alice sings some kind of song that she has no possible ability to know. She can't make any flying leaps here so the tank is forced to follow the road, still hidden from fire by the trees. Ed keeps the turret aimed in the vague direction of the bunker but notices that the machinegun fire has stopped.  The tank drives past a section of forest and hill that have been burnt to ash by  the lightning strike and he gets a glimpse of a man using a flamethrower on the last nest, though he can only see it for a moment before the trees intercept his view again. Up ahead, around the next turn, the lightning has ruined the road and obliterated the trees.

"Huh. Guess being stuck doing nothing for so long has built up some aggression, yeah? Hehehe..."

You know the drill.

[2]
You continue on, ignoring the fact that the road ahead is ruined, blackened, and generally not very smart to pass over. You hit it at speed and immediately the wet ashy mud slides like lubricant. The tank's treads lose traction, spinning through mud but gaining no purchase, and the tank slides to the side. It goes off the flat section where the switch back used to be and slides down the hill, smashing sideways through blackened, fragile tree remains before ending up back on the lower section of the road. Even then you continue to slide until you hit the still living trees. The Tank lurches to the side and everyone goes with it, ending up pinned against the wall for a half second before gravity gets them and they fall back to the floor.

Simon, the annoying tank commander

Fuck you, bunch of pansy lightning isn't stopping me.

[6,4]
Simon climbs back down into the tank and glowers  over Alice's shoulder while  she gets the tank moving again. Simon leans close and whispers in her ear.

"Don't touch that thing."

"That's the throttle"

"Don't."

"I'm ignoring you."

Alice guides the tank back up the hill and over to the ashy slick. She pushes the throttle to the max and then angles the tank up the hill, so that the tank will fight against the downward slide of the hill. She hits that slick area at top speed and goes sailing across it, only picking up speed on the slippery surface. The tank crosses the burnt out area and then continues forward, sliding down the road, past the turn and straight into a tree. This time it isn't going as fast as before, so the crash is more of a bonk and less of a smash.

Simon bends down and whispers "Told you~"

"Very helpful, Simon."

Onwards. Again.

[1]
Alice backs the tank up and it runs into a tree.

"Good, but next time, harder"

Alice turns the tank a bit and tries to drive forward but just runs straight into another tree.

"Yes baby, you're getting there."

Alice backs up again and hits yet another tree before sliding down a few feet and getting the tank wedged between two trees.

"There you are. You're fucked nice and proper now. Very good."

"Could you not? Could you just not?"

"Fuck you."

"Argh, why can't tank designers just put in a flight stick and throttle like normal people?"

Get the tank back on the road. No guarantee that Ed won't get a knife in the gut if he comes over here, I'm not feeling very charitable.

[5]
You reverse the tank as far as you can and then gun it forward into the tree Simon is currently chopping. The tank hits it with tremendous force and the treads churn wet leaves and soil, throwing sprays of mud and rocks out behind it. The engine roars and after several seconds there's an audible crack and the tree tilts drunkenly forward, roots tearing free as it falls.  Simon and Tobeis skitter back into the tank and close the hatch behind them as you guide the tank back onto the road.

*Sigh*

Can we smash that base yet? I'd like to do that. I'd also like to stab Ed, but priorities.

[4] You pull the tank out and around until you have a good view of the front of the bunker, pulling to a sharp halt maybe 30 feet from the entrance.

((It's at this point that the base on the hill gets totally rekt by a single shot from our cannon. I didn't do it, but I helped and it was awesome.))

"Jeez, nobody told me that the nazis were lightning wizards or whatever. Why do we keep running into this shit?"
Alice sighs.
"...Right. Because we're the 888th. I hate this job."

Ram it!
"Anyway, what do you bet we can stop the lightning by crushing the summoning circle or whatever under our treads? Maybe now that it's in motion we can't stop it. If that were the case the smart option here would be to run away.
Hahaha!
Ridiculous, right?!"

Frikkin gun it into that damn bunker. Identify what's controlling the lightning and smash it!

Simon bounces around the inside of the tank with insane energy, always with one leg up on something like a pirate captain. Its hard to tell when he's talking to no one in particular and when he's yelling at someone specifically. 

"FORWARD! ONWARD! EVER ADVANCING! ESCAPE THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY GERMAN GOD! SMASH ALL OBSTACLES IN OUR WAY! ESPECIALLY DOORS!"

He grabs Alice by the shoulders and leans over her, his face sliding down in front of hers, upside down.

"Especially doors" he whispers.

"Get off!" She says, shoving him away and adjusting the tank's controls. "Just ram the door, yeah sure. I hate this stupid job."

"YOU MEN!" Simon says, spinning and facing...well he's staring at the rack of shells but everyone assumes he's addressing the rest of the crew. "SHOOT THE CLOUDS! LET THEM SEE THE STORM RENDING MIGHT OF AMERICAN STEEL!"

"I'm pretty sure that will just lead to us being struck by lightning." Ed says, leaning to be in Simon's sight line.

"WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT IT CERTAINLY WILL!"

Toby looks extremely panicked for a few seconds but then a sort of detached calm seems to come over him and he shrugs. He picks up his rifle, racks the bolt, and gets ready to stick his head out and shoot at the clouds. Only a cautionary look from Ed prevents him from doing it.  Meanwhile Alice pushes the tank's throttle down and the machine rocks back with acceleration. Simon somehow manages to stay on his feet, probably thanks to the pirate pose, and shouts  "CHARGE!" While pointing in the exact opposite direction as the way the tank is moving.

When the tank hits the double metal doors there is a moment of resistance in which a good amount of the Tank's momentum is lost. Everyone goes flying forward and it feels like the tank is going to do a forward roll. But the doors give a moment  later and the tank, now slowed almost to a stop, rolls in as the doors, ripped from their concrete housings, clang down to the ground around it.  Everyone in the bunker, Tala and Carolina and everyone with them, scramble away from the sudden intrusion as the tank rolls forward onto the metal platform and stops.

((The rest of the mission was boring and nothing of real note happened except for Tala exploding, so I'm skipping it.))

150.

Spoiler: Franek Kimono (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono

GLORY: 50

Physical: -1
Mental:
Life: -4

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1 Ration
1 First Aid Pouch
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Mirror
1 razor set
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
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

You get yourself a pair of prosthetic legs. Speed drops to 0 instead of +1 since they're more awkward than normal legs, but otherwise you get by fine.

. . . Oh damn, you might be right. What would be the glory price for quality cowboy hat? If it's just the same as any other fancy hat, I'll be paying 5 GLORY for that.

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: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 275

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 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

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+Missions+Accomplishments:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most

Fine by me.

I don't really recall much. It'll really help for others to chip in on others too.

Is that everyone? Well, regardless, Everyone can add 100 to their GLORY as base pay for the mission.

Hum :<
So many people.

Spoiler: What I guess I did (click to show/hide)

Initially noted and provided intel or reconnaissance during the earliest stages of the mission
Contacted the French survivors and enabled communications with home base with them, alongside Carolina and others
Diffused potential hostile situations by being pretty blunt that we're Allied forces, also took part of an ambush raid which successfully crippled an incoming supply convoy
Added to supporting fire and attack during the raid on the fortress, gas grenades were useful but otherwise situational
Provided medikits and first aid for folks along the whole span of the mission, including the ending which wasn't as bad as it should've been
Hopefully helped out a wounded prisoner of war by not making his experience any worse, while healing him and stabilizing his, and several other wounded or disabled Wermacht soldiers' condition during the fortress raid

I just want that Valkyrie option on this character or the next one.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 190
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

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: -5
Mental: -1
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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2) [Edward has one of them]

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

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

200 Glory.

[piecewise]

How do you guys feel about a train heist to free some prisoner's on their way to a concentration camp?

[Devastator]

Outside of the superfluous aphostrophe, sounds like fun!