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[Strider03]

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

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

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

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


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

[Egan_BW]

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

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

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

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

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

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

GLORY: 35

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

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

[Tiruin]

Seeing that radio, Tala nudges Alice to use it, alongside anyone else who has radios, mentioning the importance of open reception, and Damage Control Central.

"Everyone who has a radio, use it. Connect to all allied channels, or the ship's own communications--get details. Also hook up to other squads on board, alongside the staff on duty. If you can try to reach the fire control teams, that would be great. I'd not like the idea of any hull breaches or fires on deck to happen if we can't help it. Or electrical hazards."

[Egan_BW]

"Right. Yes.
...
I'll.. I'll do that, yeah."

[dustywayfarer]

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

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

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

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

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

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

[Tiruin]

[...]

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

Name: Graham Garter

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

Physical: +0

Mental: +0

Life: +0

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

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

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

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

GLORY: 30

Seeing people follow herself and Graham, Tala explained why she was searching for clothing.

"I'm presuming we'd also need to get in contact with the fire marshal if things have this feeling of unease I can see on everyone. I guess we're splitting up into two teams here if it is as what I presume we all assume. That, and something hit the side of our ship. I hope it isn't from a U-boat. I also hope I'm overreacting."

[CABL]

Hans silently prepared his Browning, and follows the Tala.

Spoiler: Hans Bauer (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans Bauer

Current weapon held: BAR
Magazine: 20/20
Skill with the currently held weapon: +3
Magazines for the current weapon left: 2

Description: When Ermächtigungsgesetz, or The Enabling Act was passed in Weimar Republic on 24 March of '33, Hans fled from Germany to Great Britain, knowing deep inside of himself what Hitler's rule will lead to. The Invasion of Poland on September 1 of '39 made him realize that it is time to take the weapon in his hands and fight against the Nazi threat. Hans was eventually brought into 888th Brigade for his skills with machine guns and the knowledge of German language.

Physical:0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
Dexterity: +2
Speed: +1
Strength: +1
Knowledge: +1

Skills:
Machine Gun: +3
Pistol: +2
Language: +2
Interrogation: +1
Explosives: +1
Hand-to-hand: +1

Inventory:

Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
2 BAR magazines
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

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

[Radio Controlled]

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

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

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

"Sure!"

Start playing an appropriately spooky tune.

Start playing an appropriately spooky tune.

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

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

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0

Mental: 0

Life: 0

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

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


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

[Ozarck]

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

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

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

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

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

195 GLORY

One fully autonomous Radio:

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

[Toaster]

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

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

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

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

Spoiler: Jack Worter (click to show/hide)

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

GLORY: 140

Medals: 

[cronos5010]

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

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

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

[Ozarck]

((we're not missioning yet. We're adventuring!))

[Egan_BW]

Start playing an appropriately spooky tune.

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

[Madman198237]

"Keep quiet, you half-brained numbskulls! You wanna die an early death? Radio, you and your operator just became Command and Control---find Command for me. Tala, you have a goal in mind for your group? And also, somebody with a radio, join her! And whatever you do, act as though the ship is now filled with boarders and they all want to kill us, do you understand? There's nothing I hate worse than getting unpleasantly surprised..."

[syvarris]

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

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

Also, hey, answer these!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looted Inventory:

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

GLORY: 155!