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[piecewise]

It's gonna take three days for everyone to ready up, at this rate.

Don't worry; after 2/3rds or so are ready I'll just start it regardless.


Strider03 (Bob)
NRDL (Joe Nix)
Egan (Alice)
Tiruin (Joan)
PaPaj (Joe Polnik)
Milo Christiansen (Smith)
Twinwolf (Winston)
Madman 198237 (Robert davidson)
Crockandbearlover (Zack)
Aigre Excalibur (Ramses)
Toaster (Jack)
Ozarck (Edward)
Sy (Simon)
Cronos5010 (Jonathan)
Killerhellhound (yarrick)

And that looks close enough to 2/3rds to me.

Everyone who is ready gets up, grabs someone who isn't ready by the shoulders, and together they walk out of the room.  The troop winds its way through the metal guts of the ship until they reach the upper deck. From there, they get aboard a carrier based troop plane of some variety and are out over the ocean within minutes.  The flight is long, bumpy, and boring. No one knows exactly where they are or where they are going, but the sun sets before they land. When they finally do touch down, its sometime after 11pm. They pile out, finding themselves on the black tarmac of an unlit airfield. The moon is half full and by its light they can see the dim and colorless forms of hangers and the thick woods beyond them. A crewman greets them, hands out plastic tubes of pep pills for those who need them, and then directs them to the south, towards the largest hanger.  The hanger is dark from the outside but the inside it brightly lit and everyone has to shield their eyes and blink away tears for several minutes as their eyes adjust.

There are 5 planes in the hanger, tightly packed, wings almost touching. Four are bombers, of a make no one is quite sure of, but they seem to be related to the iconic super fortresses, though far smaller. The fifth plane in the back looks, from a distance, like a worn out version of the others, but as they draw closer it becomes clear that it is not. Its a C-47, workhorse of the paratroopers, crudely fitted to look like the other planes. The wings have been extended, false and propeller-less engines grafted on, and even fake ball gunner stations bolted to the belly of the plane. From up close like this, its an obvious fake, but from the ground, at night, glimpsed only in spotlight, it would be quite difficult to notice.

"This here is your plane," the crewman says, "It's already loaded with the explosives and fueled.  There's a time fuse on the bomb; try to set it so that the plane blows as it passes over the base. It will look the most convincing like that. You're gonna be following the other planes, coming in last so that the Germans have plenty of time to start firing. Parachutes are on your seats; gonna assume you all know how to use those.  We're gonna head out now and circle till you get up, all you have to do from there is follow us."

He waves and trots off towards the other planes. The troop turns back to their faux-bomber and then file in and find their seats. They strap the parachutes to their back and Alice walks up and takes her seat in the pilot seat. After a few minutes the plane taxis out onto the tarmac, the guidance lights now lit and strobing down the length of the runway.

"All clear for takeoff" The plane's radio hisses, the voice cutting through dull background static.

[3]

Alice pushes the throttle slowly forward and the plane's engines roar up to full speed. The fake wings and engines rattle audibly and the entire plane sounds like it might fall to pieces at any moment. But it holds together and lifts from the earth in a lurching ascent, circling the airport once before getting in line with the rest of the squadron.  The flight to the attack point was an easy one; the night was  calm and almost without wind. All they can see below is a blur of dark and shapeless forests or light colored fields reflecting moonlight. Occasionally, a hamlet or small town will pass below; clusters of buildings winding about in that particular european way, with smoke stacks leaking thin black tendrils and scattered yellow lit windows peeking from their sides.  It was a few hours before the lead plane called them.

"Base is about two minutes out. We're descending for the run. Follow our lead. Remember, drop before you pass the first hill and make sure the bomb is set to go off soon after."

[Madman198237]

((We rolled to survive takeoff? Yipe))

"Alright," called Davidson, "Who's arming that bomb, and who's leading the way out of the plane?"

Spoiler: Robert "Bob" Davidson, Hard Case Sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert Davidson ("Bob")
Description:  Small and wiry, bald-headed, with a few scars, including some fresh wounds, visible across his body. He's a coldhearted man without concern for his enemies, who regularly trains his marksmanship with anything that shoots one bullet at a time. He was transferred to the 888th after a suspected incident in which he may have abandoned his squad in order to complete the objective. However, nobody was willing to court-martial him while he was within reach of a firearm, so they transferred him.

Physical: +0

Mental: +0

Life: +1 (Helmet)

Stats:
Senses +2
Will +2
Dexterity +1

Skills:
Heavy Rifle +3
Rifle +2
Camouflage +2
Pistol +1
Language +1 (German, mostly. He learned as part of a basic course on taking prisoners.)
Interrogation +1 (Same as above)

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

[PaPaj]

"I am preety sure that i would make it explode by just touching it so no,thanks but it wont be me"

Spoiler: Joe Polnik (click to show/hide)

Name: Joe Polnik
Description: A American-Polish man who is around 24,fair skin,brown eyes,short brown hair

Physical 0
Mental 0
Life 0

Stats:
Speed +3
Dexterity +2

Skills:
Shotgun +3
Melee +2

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)

Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[Tiruin]

[3]

Well that's as best as I had hoped :V Glad we didn't get a [1] on takeoff. Hooray Piloting skill \o/, and hooray Alice.
Who should totally post her sheet :I and only because of her skill that nothing went wrong whatsoever.

Go pilot, go!

((We rolled to survive takeoff? Yipe))

Yep :x It's not actually that fatal as tech and time passed, but engine failure and other mishaps did happen on the runaway before the mission even started. Not to mention a LOT of hazards given that we're night-flying into the area, like fog and other things.
Let's just hope that our paratrooping or our descent is just as...breezy.

Everyone who is ready gets up, grabs someone who isn't ready by the shoulders, and together they walk out of the room.

Camaraderie, ho!

Parachutes are on your seats; gonna assume you all know how to use those.  We're gonna head out now and circle till you get up, all you have to do from there is follow us."

...Hopefully we DON'T land in a forest
"Everyone getting ready? The next few minutes will be more to training and reaction than anything else. I've got radio equipment so I'm jumping first, whoever follows me should watch the area. Cheers to Alice!"

((Totally not a bad idea to jump first with radio equipment ))

Spoiler: Joan Macaraeg//Tiruin (click to show/hide)

Name: Joan Macaraeg

Description: Originally enlisted as a marksman from a background of being a crack shot at things, Joan was placed in supportive roles before she was assigned to anything near the front line. She hails from the northern mountains of Philippines, her home characterized by the jungle-heat and its high altitude.

Current Weapon:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
Ammo: 5/5
Magazines: 2 [5/5, 5/5]

Physical: -1
Mental: -
Life: +1 {+Helmet}

Stats:
Knowledge +3
Will +1
Senses +1

Skills:
+3 Medical Training
+2 First Aid
+2 Camouflage
+2 Language
+1 Heavy Rifle
+1 Traps


Inventory:

A well-cleaned SCR-300 Radio [Requisitioned]
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)

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

Joakim's Dog Tags
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)

[milo christiansen]

I heal and maybe fix things, if I touched that bomb I would definitely kill us all.

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

Name:
Description:
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats: Speed(3), Will(1), Dexterity(1)
Skills: Medical Training(3), First Aid(2), Submachine Gun(2), Pistol(1), Mechanic(1), Car(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)
Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice)
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

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.

[piecewise]

((We rolled to survive takeoff? Yipe))

Not sure you're familiar with ER, but in my previous paramilitary game people would sometimes die before they even landed in the mission area.

[milo christiansen]

((If someone dies do they lose their skill points and extra requisitions?))

[Tiruin]

((We rolled to survive takeoff? Yipe))

Not sure you're familiar with ER, but in my previous paramilitary game people would sometimes die before they even landed in the mission area.

Hopefully you toned it down here? I'm enjoying it already, with the subtle cues and nice touches of flavor.

Also tiny question: If ever Alice gets a...bad roll while flying, does that mean the end of the mission or it depends on the context of when that roll happened? Because given the tech/time differences between ER and now, I don't think anyone will survive at the worst of encounters [like getting hit]

[Madman198237]

Given that we're so unendingly stupid as to be flying a bomb in a rickety plane that made terrifying noises on takeoff, I think that "Us getting hit" definitely guarantees a complete wipe of the 888th. Fresh slate, I guess?

[Twinwolf]

I'm effected by the change to the Recoil-less rifle and removal of heavy rifles, so I'll edit the sheet. Also, get parachute and be prepared to jump.

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)
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)

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

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

((If someone dies do they lose their skill points and extra requisitions?))

((I'm pretty sure, that if someone dies they're dead.))

((Also, Tiruin, how much ammo was for the M1 Garand you gave me?))

[Strider03]

((Bob is here))
"Try to keep her steady, will ya?" Bob called over the engines.

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: +1
 
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:
Helmet
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
2 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
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Broken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.

[Ozarck]

Set the timer on the bomb unless someone with higher demolitions does so. Meanwhile,

parachute up and ready to jump.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

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

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

Universal Equipment:
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)

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

((We rolled to survive takeoff? Yipe))

Not sure you're familiar with ER, but in my previous paramilitary game people would sometimes die before they even landed in the mission area.

This is a regular occurrence in Grunts as well. 2/3 of the most recent wave (10 out of 15 people) died in space. No one heard them scream.

[milo christiansen]

((In Grunts dieing is a minor setback, possibly even interesting. It sounds like you lose all character progress if you die here, which is just annoying.))

Prep for jump, in particular arrange my gear so I can quickly reach anything needed to fix landing injuries.

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

Name:
Description:
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats: Speed(3), Will(1), Dexterity(1)
Skills: Medical Training(3), First Aid(2), Submachine Gun(2), Pistol(1), Mechanic(1), Car(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)
Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice)
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

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.

[Ozarck]

((in Grunts, dying is a progression mechanic. But it does become more of a setback as you progress and gain unique classes and items and stuff.))

[Egan_BW]

"Two minutes! Someone set the bomb, and please don't mess this up."

Ready to intentionally crash the plane that I'm currently flying! Yell time estimates to whoever is setting the timer, and do jump out before we explode or crash, even if literally everyone else is dumb enough not to. Nope, not dying in a fireball.

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: +1

Stats:
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 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)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)