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[milo christiansen]

"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Examine the body best I can with my super medic powers obviously it would be best to get him fully onboard the ship first if possible.

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

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

Inventory:

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

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

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

75 GLORY

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

[syvarris]

Simon picks up his half-empty glass and waves it around above his head boisterously  "Simple, Alice!  My only problem was that I didn't believe in myself enough, I was worried in the back of my head!  I was drawing bad luck from the universe!  But now, no, no, I'm not drawing anything bad anymore, just letting my inner luck shine out!  It's the way I win in battle y'know, 's why I've still got this pretty face and a full beard, unlike all these crispies, haha!"

Oh, keep playing, now that Simon's on a roll, it'll only get better!

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
  
•   7 cigs (three borrowed from Alice)
• 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
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)

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] (Loaded with incendiaries)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Knife (risk 2)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.

GLORY: 140!

[Egan_BW]

"Really? I figured you weren't crispy because you weren't around. Sniper rifle and all. I'm just glad I hijacked that plane, rather than hang around outside...
Just remember that you need the pilot in order to get to the point where you start being lucky, eh? If I hadn't bailed you out you'd still be out."

[dustywayfarer]

Charlie opens the door to the first boiler room the same way Denver checked the engine room, gesturing dramatically to his teammates that he definitely saw something strange up towards the front of the ship.

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: Camouflage: +3 | Mechanics +2 | Melee +2 | Interrogation +1 | First Aid +1 | Pistol +1
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]

Charlie opens the door to the first boiler room the same way Denver checked the engine room, gesturing dramatically to his teammates that he definitely saw something strange up towards the front of the ship.

((So we're all together except for Mess Hall crew I believe? :/))

Spoiler: Given these bits (click to show/hide)

Ok at this point I'm gonna assume Team Paranoid and Team Tala met up on their way to the rear decks and both stopped near team...those other guys who showed them the corpse.

You two make your reports about the man to the other two teams and then walk past the door to the first boiler room and over to the door that leads to the engine room. You open it about half way before a spray of bullets comes up from below and ricochets violently around the little room. You're luckily still behind the door so the rounds do nothing more than startle the ever living crap out of you.

"You know we can easily whisper here. Are you saying that there's something inhumane you've seen, and it isn't the dead person? I find that believable but I'd also like people to take precaution here. Through there is where the General and the rest should be."

[Questorhank]

Meet up to the group, confirm no one was wounded.

"I heard gunfire. Is anyone wounded?"

Spoiler: Hank Carter (click to show/hide)

Description: He's a tall guy with a medic's outfit, other than that, he's a generic human. Soon after enlisting, he was transferred to the 888th for reasons unknown to him. He decided to chalk it up to being an outstanding medic.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats: Speed+1, Dexterity+2, Knowledge+2
Skills:+1(Melee, Rifle, Language) +2(Pistol, First Aid) +3(Medical Training)

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Medic Equipment
 +Medic Bag
 +M1911 (risk 2)
   (9/9 shots)
 +Pistol Magazine x2
Universal Kit
 +First Aid Pouch
 +Entrenching Tool
 +Ration
 +Clicker
 +L Type Flashlight
 +Sewing Kit
 +Mirror
 +Razor
 +Bar of Soap
 +Toothpaste & Toothbrush
 +TP
 +Cigarette Pack
   (9/9 cigarettes)
 +Lighter
 +Mess Kit
 +Knit Cap
 +Notepad & Pen
 +Haversack
 +Gunbelt With Magazine Pouches
 +Canteen & Cup
 +Compass

[dustywayfarer]

"You know we can easily whisper here. Are you saying that there's something inhumane you've seen, and it isn't the dead person? I find that believable but I'd also like people to take precaution here. Through there is where the General and the rest should be."

Charlie shrugs as if to say, Precautions?

[killerhellhound]

I dont think simons luck will stick. Ready for another round?

Deal

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

Glory 30

[Tiruin]

Charlie shrugs as if to say, Precautions?

"Err, they...may be trigger happy? Something bad happened and they knew it first and are taking precautions? I'm unsure, but calling out helps. This is our ship."

[dustywayfarer]

Charlie shrugs as if to say, Precautions?

"Err, they...may be trigger happy? Something bad happened and they knew it first and are taking precautions? I'm unsure, but calling out helps. This is our ship."

Sweeping hand indicating the others, They are taking precautions?

[Tiruin]

Sweeping hand indicating the others, They are taking precautions?

"Waiting for a response..."

[dustywayfarer]

"Waiting for a response..."

Charlie pulls his knit cap down over his ears and fiddles with his lapels.

[Tavik Toth]

Team Frost

"Don't shoot you maniacs! We're on your side!"

Get whoever is on the other side of the door to stop shooting then take peek in.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

[Egan_BW]

I'll laugh when it turns out the people shooting at you are nazis.

[Madman198237]

((I'm taking the liberty of assuming that gunfire on this eerily quiet ship can be heard topside. Destroyers aren't very big, and we seem to be near the aft anyway, given that Tiruin's team was searching back there before showing up on top?))

"...Crap. Is that one of the ship's crew? Everyone, spread out, keep your eyes on hatches and windows---we don't know where the enemy might be.....And is that gunfire? Let's GO!"

Head towards the sound of gunfire, keeping an eye on, well, everything (By now Graham's team should have been informed about everything Tala's team has seen, and vice-versa. If not, fill them in first.)

Spoiler: Status: Absolutely Freakin' Aggravated (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