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[Twinwolf]

((Oh, I didn't notice because you didn't bold it, I guess ))

Team Tala

Winston keeping watch. Using M1 Garand if an enemy shows up.

Spoiler: Winston Atzili (click to show/hide)

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

Glory: 110 - Cost of 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)

Other parts of the Universal Kit

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

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

Joan's stuff:

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

Quote from: Sniper Equipment
Binoculars

Quote from: Loot and Stuff (Non-replenishable)
Joakim's Dog Tags
Flashlights

[Ozarck]

"I got some chains and knives and junk, Ed.  You can have those if they'd be useful, I guess."

"I bet we could rig some nasty surprises with those, Simon. Just remember where we parked them, eh?"

[Tiruin]

((Oh, I didn't notice because you didn't bold it, I guess ))

Team Tala

Winston keeping watch. Using M1 Garand if an enemy shows up.

"This reminds me of something. I don't know the layout of this ship, but if there's any weapon emplacements nearby that we can use, please get to them, people."

Added to previous action.

[piecewise]

Peak my head out the door and perform overwatch for everyone standing outside the comms room. If I see anything that looks like a threat, shoot it.

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, 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

Now is no time to be playing a cooperative team based shooter!

Instead I'll have you train your gun on the deck  and shoot anyone dangerous that shows up

"Finally got here, didya? Took you long enough." Bob muttered to the group around the door. "Well, I brought a prybar to try to get in, so. . . cover the opening, and don't shoot me."

Bob will begin trying to crack the ice and pry the door open, while not standing directly in front of where bullets might come through if the door opens. If anyone objects, or thinks they can do it better, he'll let them.

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.

You jam the prybar into the door and give it a good hard pull. The ice cracks loudly and the door grinds open a few inches. You step to the side and kick the door square in the center, opening it about a foot more. No bullets come out from the darkness inside so you poke your head in and have a look. The room about 15 feet by 15 feet with counters along the walls holding radio equipment. The entire room is frosted over and the lights are out. In the corner of the room are three figures laying in the fetal position, apparently unconcious or dead. Bone and his two body guards. There's no sign of anything else.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The comms room is also currently frozen shut; another player has been standing outside trying to get it open for a bit now.

So what I'm gonna do is assume you perform your turn, sending that one NPC off to inform the people in HQ of whats going on while you lead the others through the storm over to the comm's door.

Your weapons all seem to be functional still, at least as far as  you can tell without actually shooting them to test. There are no obvious jams or blockages and the water wouldn't do much to interfere with them, as far as you know.

((Cheese, thanks Piecewise! I've been wondering [OOC] where that frozen door was, and it was actually that one :X
That saved a lot of confusion.))

"Any word, Radioman? Can you transmit any response out loud?" Tala said, awaiting his response as the group traveled to the comms room. "Please don't tell me we're facing the same static."

When they had reached the area, she was surprised to see another commando team already trying the site. She then communicated a summary of what happened after Bob told her what was up with the frozen stuff.

Spoiler: Something like this (click to show/hide)

"Since we split in the boiler room, I found six crewmen who had witnessed and proven that we are infiltrated. What you're dealing with is probably a result of that. It's Nazis. Probably strange technological Nazis who can freeze things. Our Radioman here went to check the comms room or something, heard a few, then hastily retreated to where we picked him up by accident. I believe those folks are now below deck.

"We abandoned trying to reach the area from above--topside is all typhoons and storms, much like having us caught in a tropical storm in deep seas. I just hope the ship won't sink at this rate because it'll be hard to get to anywhere."

"Try to keep the radioman covered, people. He's our only signaller present. Did you try contacting the comms room?"

Recognizing Bob, she wondered on an idea. "Should I send another runner back to HQ? We lack a mechanic in case anything is damaged."

EITHER: Overwatch on the area. If I can use my scope or binoculars and keep some kind of vision and protection with my rifle, do it. I'm not necessarily useful at the range of 'short' given covering the entry, but I can keep watch in this rainstorm, I hope. (Unless the rifle brings nice stopping power as an added gun; provide overwatch on the vicinity)

OR: If my skill is better off with one of those weapon emplacements:
Make my way to the machine gun near the second funnel, and aim it towards the brige station where the enemies are.

If the prybar fails, try ordering blasting the ice by ordering someone with a shotgun to do so (or something. I hope someone brought a flamethrower :v)

Either way, get an order out that any nearby weapon emplacements would be manned by the others with my team. Order out those other people!

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]
Current 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: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

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

Inventory:

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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}

Probably a lot of tinfoil

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

You climb up and get behind the nearest emplaced 50 Cal, turning it towards the bridge.  You would think they'd build these things so that they couldn't aim at the ship itself, but apparently not.

So you wanna give me an actual dream that's not some edgy bullshit or what. If not I'm gonna wake up, but I'm not going to go assault some dumb nazis with just a pistol I stole from somebody on this tedious-ass mission of following folks and being confused by warships. So:

Try to think of something helpful to do that nobody else is doing and that's relevant to my skills. And then do that.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

GLORY: 35

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

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

You dream about a room. Its a concrete room with a big metal door and a viewing window on one side. The ceiling is low, maybe 5 and a half feet tall, but long and wide. In the center there are 4 smooth metal rods  forming the corners of a 20 by 20 square. Within the square is a thin coat of white dust; it is only in the square and nowhere else. Electricity begins to crackle between the poles and the floor vibrates. The dust shifts and moves, lifting off the ground in coherent clumps as though lifted by something invisible beneath it.

Team Bridge Busting Bears

Go check to see if our targets are still messing with the bridge. Report back as soon as their presence can be accurately confirmed.

"Shouldn't we blow as soon as possible? I heard someone say that they saw the Krauts leaving the bridge. The longer we wait, the less likely it will be that they are still there. In fact, I'm going to check to see if they're still there. Be right back!"

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

The storm is so bad that it basically obscures a clear view of anything more than maybe 20 feet away. So you can't really see the bridge without effectively walking right up into it.

"Alright, guys. I need items for traps. we gotta put out some surprises for those assholes, since most of them are probably no longer on the bridge. Let's get shit set up! Find me [various trap related items]."

Ede reflects momentarily on how little resistance he is getting to his plan to save everyone by blowing large holes in our floating home. He then shrugs and makes the above request for his teammates to help him gather trapping equipment. Ed will use what's available to trap more locations nearby. He also makes the below request for Radio to attempt to triangulate the source of the enemy command chick's voice. ((I know that's not how triangulation works.))

"Radio, my man, can you tune in more clearly to their signal? Hmm, can you tell which direction that woman's voice is coming from? turn slowly in a circle, let's see where the signal is strongest.

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:
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(9/9) + 1 additional cig (+1 lit cig, smoking)
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)

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 (currently being studied by eggheads)
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. 

Despite your request I don't see anyone actually looking for trap things for you.

"Radio, triangulate the commander's position"

"You know that's not how triangulation works, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Good question. "




Everyone else is a "Overwatch" action so I'll be skipping their posts and the replies of "Ya sure do".


A bolt of lightning strikes the comm's tower and for a moment the shape of a man can be seen atop it. The light fades and the man vanishes, jumping just as the last illumination dims. The sound of loud thumps comes from somewhere on the upper deck, moving towards the back of the boat.

[Radio Controlled]

You try to contact the 888th radio bands and find that while they are still blocked, the interference pattern has changed. Now what was once entirely unintelligible is just barely understandable as speech, though in a language you can't understand. Its that same Slavic language that you heard on the Nazi radio before, the same voice too, you think.

"Hold up, I might be able to tune into their frequency all of a sudden. Sir, if you don't immediately need me for anything, I might have an idea."

If I can tune in to the frequency that woman is speaking on, that means I can broadcast on that frequency as well, right? If yes, start broadcasting some music on that frequency (or, if the voice is on every frequency, then broadcast on every frequency) loudly to interfere with the signal and drown it in noise. Perhaps some Sabaton? Or perhaps some really shitty country music. No wait, make it really shitty country music with Sabaton lyrics, that oughta give 'em pause.

Go to another room/part of the ship if broadcasting the interference also means making sound regularly as to avoid giving away our position.

If the above isn't possible/doesn't work, just provide cover for this team with the rifle.

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
13 individual cigs
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

ON LOAN
Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
Two Gewehr Magazines

My action got skipped

Got a quick resolution to the action in pm:

Your broadcasting of the signal works, but if it has an effect you can't tell. And they don't track you. So if you wanna quote this into the thread, go ahead.

"Sir, perhaps blowing the ceiling and moving up through it would allow us to begin flanking the Nazi's between us and the other team that's downstairs. I suspect a more proactive approach might be better right now. Or we could go check what the hell just made that noise, I doubt it's Santa coming early this year. Your call, of course."

Continue with the interference, unless this group actually starts moving or attacking, in which case follow and cover with my rifle.

[milo christiansen]

((I'm dropping out. This game simply isn't fun enough to continue. Feel free to use and abuse my character for medical support during the remainder of the mission, I'm set up in the mess hall.))

[Doomblade187]

PW, I think you skipped my action of 'Go outside and look for enemies', though Charlie may have covered it.

Team Going Solo

"GOING TO BACK OF SHIP! FOLLOW!"

Assuming I see the comm tower thing happen, go to back of ship. Shoot to kill.

Otherwise, edge around ship looking for enemies, on general paths way from the bridge.

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

[Strider03]

"Fuck! It's General Bone!"

Bob will carefully (try not to trip the possible traps) enter the room, and prioritize making his way over to Bone and the other two, to check if they're still alive by pulse

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.

[Ozarck]

"It occurs to me that no one seems ot have thought to collect the rest of the crew. I sure do hope they haven't been slaughtered in their sleep. Boy, I know we kicked a hornet's nest back there on that base, but I didn't expect the Nazis to be this quick with retaliation. Nor this clever about finding us so fast."

Simon offered his stash of trap related stuff. Use that. Then, lead my group to crew quarters and rouse any of the crew that are there to battlestations. Give them all the relevant info. Try not to sound like a nutter about it though. Something along the lines of:
"we've got hostiles on board. German infiltrators. they've brought something fucky with them, too. Something like what we saw on our last mission, so be on your guard against weird shit. Also, it's stormy as balls out there, so bundle up!"

Team Bridge Bombers

"I got some chains and knives and junk, Ed.  You can have those if they'd be useful, I guess."

Keep guarding Ed, maybe make small talk with the crewman who I gave a rifle to.

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:
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(9/9) + 1 additional cig (+1 lit cig, smoking)
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)

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 (currently being studied by eggheads)
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. 

[Egan_BW]

Walk through the metal door (yup, right on through. dream logic.) and pry off one of those electric rods.
Then prepare to do battle using this great weapon! I shall defeat the mighty goat centaur cyclops!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

GLORY: 35

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

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

[The Lupanian]

Embrace my inner Xcom Operative and continue to overwatch.

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, 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

[Tiruin]

If Milo's "Smith" character can be ordered by proxy--either by the NPC I sent back to the Mess Hall, or by some other initiative, group him as a support character over with other teams, if Smith cannot act and group up with my team.

((I'm assuming I can hear Bob over the killer rain--having been through many typhoons and signal 3+ storms myself, it will be difficult to even hear people over heavy rain ))

ASSUMING I SAW THAT LIGHTNING FLASH: Fire a short burst of bullets where I saw the silhouette of the man.

OTHERWISE: (If what I assume, is that no ally is on the bridge, and firing in that area won't give off our general location that well), fire a few bursts at the bridge area.

OTHERWISE (if Tala knows it's a bad idea to shoot at the bridge without any backup from both her team and everyone else): Overwatch. Also check the bridge through my binoculars, and the surrounding areas.

"Fuck! It's General Bone!"

"Do you need me over there? Medic Bag and Medical Training here."

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]
Current Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]
***Currently manning a .50 caliber MG emplacement.

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

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

Inventory:

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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}

Probably a lot of tinfoil

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]

You try to contact the 888th radio bands and find that while they are still blocked, the interference pattern has changed. Now what was once entirely unintelligible is just barely understandable as speech, though in a language you can't understand. Its that same Slavic language that you heard on the Nazi radio before, the same voice too, you think.

"Hold up, I might be able to tune into their frequency all of a sudden. Sir, if you don't immediately need me for anything, I might have an idea."

If I can tune in to the frequency that woman is speaking on, that means I can broadcast on that frequency as well, right? If yes, start broadcasting some music on that frequency (or, if the voice is on every frequency, then broadcast on every frequency) loudly to interfere with the signal and drown it in noise. Perhaps some Sabaton? Or perhaps some really shitty country music. No wait, make it really shitty country music with Sabaton lyrics, that oughta give 'em pause.

Go to another room/part of the ship if broadcasting the interference also means making sound regularly as to avoid giving away our position.

If the above isn't possible/doesn't work, just provide cover for this team with the rifle.

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
13 individual cigs
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

ON LOAN
Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
Two Gewehr Magazines

My action got skipped

Got a quick resolution to the action in pm:

Your broadcasting of the signal works, but if it has an effect you can't tell. And they don't track you. So if you wanna quote this into the thread, go ahead.

"Sir, perhaps blowing the ceiling and moving up through it would allow us to begin flanking the Nazi's between us and the other team that's downstairs. I suspect a more proactive approach might be better right now. Or we could go check what the hell just made that noise, I doubt it's Santa coming early this year. Your call, of course."

Continue with the interference, unless this group actually starts moving or attacking, in which case follow and cover with my rifle.

You spam more music while writing "This Machine Kills Facists" on the side of your head.

PW, I think you skipped my action of 'Go outside and look for enemies', though Charlie may have covered it.

Team Going Solo

"GOING TO BACK OF SHIP! FOLLOW!"

Assuming I see the comm tower thing happen, go to back of ship. Shoot to kill.

Otherwise, edge around ship looking for enemies, on general paths way from the bridge.

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

Apologies, wasn't my best that day.

You run to the back of the ship and stand off with the rest off the group back there.

"Fuck! It's General Bone!"

Bob will carefully (try not to trip the possible traps) enter the room, and prioritize making his way over to Bone and the other two, to check if they're still alive by pulse

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.

[hidden]
You carefully move across the room, stepping lightly and scanning your eyes back and forth. After maybe 30 seconds of intense scrutiny you finally make it over to Bone. You check him over carefully as well, making sure they didn't just put his body on a landmine or something. Once you're sure he's not boobytrapped, you check his pulse. He's alive, but barely. His body is very cold and his heartbeat is slowed to a frightening degree. One of his body guards is dead, but the other is in the same shape as Bone: not dead but on the way.

"It occurs to me that no one seems ot have thought to collect the rest of the crew. I sure do hope they haven't been slaughtered in their sleep. Boy, I know we kicked a hornet's nest back there on that base, but I didn't expect the Nazis to be this quick with retaliation. Nor this clever about finding us so fast."

Simon offered his stash of trap related stuff. Use that. Then, lead my group to crew quarters and rouse any of the crew that are there to battlestations. Give them all the relevant info. Try not to sound like a nutter about it though. Something along the lines of:
"we've got hostiles on board. German infiltrators. they've brought something fucky with them, too. Something like what we saw on our last mission, so be on your guard against weird shit. Also, it's stormy as balls out there, so bundle up!"

Team Bridge Bombers

"I got some chains and knives and junk, Ed.  You can have those if they'd be useful, I guess."

Keep guarding Ed, maybe make small talk with the crewman who I gave a rifle to.

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:
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(9/9) + 1 additional cig (+1 lit cig, smoking)
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)

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 (currently being studied by eggheads)
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. 

You run over to the nebulous Tala manpile and drop a grenade trap halfway down the length of the lower deck on the way. You tell everyone about it as you pass them and head straight through the door into the crew quarters.

The crew quarters is down a steep set of stairs or a ladder, depending on how you wanna view it,  and consists of basically nothing but a series of folding bunks on the walls. And it is a mess. The ladder down to it is warped from heat and bears burnt footprints while charred blood dots the walls. The berthing space extends in both directions from the ladder, forward and back, and the back section is an abattoir. Men died here but you have no idea how many; the place is just coated in gore  and bits of human bodies. You can't even tell how they died; but judging from the snapped and twisted rifles and metal bunks, it was by something of unimaginable force.

The forward berthing area is blocked by a bulkhead door and the door is so badly warped and damaged that you don't think you could get it open without a cutting torch. But you can hear people inside.

Walk through the metal door (yup, right on through. dream logic.) and pry off one of those electric rods.
Then prepare to do battle using this great weapon! I shall defeat the mighty goat centaur cyclops!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

GLORY: 35

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

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

You move through the door without difficulty but when you try to touch the rod you find your hand moves straight through it. Or rather, that you have no hands. You seem to have no body whatsoever.

The dust distorts and changes shapes until it seems to focus in and become a representation of a body of water, waves flowing across its surface.

Embrace my inner Xcom Operative and continue to overwatch.

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, 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

"At least this mission doesn't have some sort of bullshit timer on it."

If Milo's "Smith" character can be ordered by proxy--either by the NPC I sent back to the Mess Hall, or by some other initiative, group him as a support character over with other teams, if Smith cannot act and group up with my team.

((I'm assuming I can hear Bob over the killer rain--having been through many typhoons and signal 3+ storms myself, it will be difficult to even hear people over heavy rain ))

ASSUMING I SAW THAT LIGHTNING FLASH: Fire a short burst of bullets where I saw the silhouette of the man.

OTHERWISE: (If what I assume, is that no ally is on the bridge, and firing in that area won't give off our general location that well), fire a few bursts at the bridge area.

OTHERWISE (if Tala knows it's a bad idea to shoot at the bridge without any backup from both her team and everyone else): Overwatch. Also check the bridge through my binoculars, and the surrounding areas.

"Fuck! It's General Bone!"

"Do you need me over there? Medic Bag and Medical Training here."

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]
Current Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]
***Currently manning a .50 caliber MG emplacement.

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

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

Inventory:

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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}

Probably a lot of tinfoil

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

I dunno dude, I'd prefer to just have him vanish, maybe leaving his stuff behind.

You fire into the storm, trying to guess where the man might be. You're not sure if you hit.






A few seconds later the grenade trap that Ed set up on his way past goes off. Its maybe 40 feet down the length of the ship and the flash of light is like a flashbulb in the dark, burning the blast into your retinas. The outlines of men stand out in that blast, caught in the expanding cloud of shrapnel. The pounding sound of boots stops with the blast and the storm howls even louder, waves whipping the boat back and forth, threatening to capsize it.

[Questorhank]

Run towards the explosion. Shoot any enemies, then help wounded friendlies, if there are any.

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

[Egan_BW]

Ooh! Make the dust take the form of a ducky!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

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

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

GLORY: 35

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

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