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[Strider03]

"He's alive! But barely. Maybe got frozen or something? Ain't a doctor."

Bob proceeds to attempt to drag General Bone out to the door where the big agglomeration of people were, and tries to get someone to inspect the man, with medical expertise.

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.

[Doomblade187]

Team Grenade Trap

"Follow me!"

Lead charge towards blast zone. Shoot any Nazis.

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

[dustywayfarer]

Charlie follows Denver back, using knife on any suitable targets

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

[TCM]

Follow Denver into the blast zone, unload on the closest Nazis with the Model 12.

Spoiler: Damien Capella (click to show/hide)

Name: Damien Capella
Description: Born and raised in rural Louisiana. Left school in the fifth grade to run with a bootlegging outfit. When he was arrested in the late 30's, he was given the choice between prison, hard labor and military duty. Damien opted for the boots and helmets and thrived in the military environment. Beneath the facade of discipline and honor were a group of restless young men, like himself, who fancied fighting, swearing, booze, smoking, women and fast cars. He set up a lucrative smuggling operation to keep himself occupied. The fighting was pretty fun too, as he is quoted: "Name one single other government job that rewards you for killing white cats."
Damien would then get into an altercation with his commanding officer over a foreign woman, both of them laying claim to her as their "girl". (Being a prostitute, she was in fact the girl of whomever could afford her.) Damien's punishment was his deployment in to the 888th.

He looks like a bald, less talented Charlie Parker.

*Speaks fluent French and his picked up bits and pieces of other European languages.
*Can lay down a killer harmonica solo.
*Favorite all-purpose phrase: "Cocksucker!"
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats:
Dexterity: +2
Strength: +1
Speed: +1
Senses: +1
Skills:
Shotgun: +3
Melee: +2
Cars: +2
Interrogation: +1
Mechanic: +1
Language: +1
Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch [Allows First Aid/Single Use]
  Entrenching Tool
  Ration [Restores up to -2 on physical dice]
  Clicker
  L type Flashlight
  Sewing kit
  Mirror
  Razor Set
  Bar of Soap
  Toothpaste & Toothbrush Set
  Compressed Toilet Roll
  Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
  Lighter
  Mess kit
  Knit cap
  Notepad and Pen
  Haversack
  Gunbelt w/ Magazine Pouches
  Canteen & Cup
  Compass

• Winchester Model 12 Shotgun [6 shot/6 risk at close range/2 at longer range]
  18 Shotgun Shells
  Trench Knife [Risk 3]

[The Lupanian]

Stay where I am and snipe into the Blast area. If I can't get a good shot with all my teammates rushing in, I'll move forward a little bit, just until I have a clean shot.

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

[Radio Controlled]

Just as the radioman was beginning to run out of lyrics to mix and had to start loaning from more obscure works (something about an Irish priest wrecking 'fecking panzers' with his 'radiant priesthood') an explosion occurred. Dang, just as he was really getting into it.

If I can continue dropping the best beats on those Nazi's and do something else, then see if I can't shoot one o' them Nazi boys on deck.

If not, then just continue beating the bastards with bass.

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

[Tiruin]

Noticing Mr. Bohring among her folks, Tala found the nice coincidence...very nice.

"Great job being proactive Edward. Now we know where they are. The rest of you, follow Bohring; I'll help tend to the General. Someone please man this emplacement. We need some guards here; please establish a safe perimeter. Also please hand over some of your aid kits if you can. About three extra ones could do."

"He's alive! But barely. Maybe got frozen or something? Ain't a doctor."

"How can you tell?" Tala said, as she got her medical bag up and ready and told Bob to not move the darn body. After being told, she adds her knowledge how to keep the survivors alive in cases of severe hypothermia. "Please don't move them until they're stable. I'm wondering if tinfoil can help..."

Get out of the emplacement, stop Bob from dragging the general or even bloody moving him because that may damage the person, and then TEND TO THE GENERAL (after making a quick diagnosis) with all I got! Then his bodyguard of course. Aim to stabilize them and keep them safe.

Also keep them in the room because it's sheltered from the ever-drenching stormy rain.

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]

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

Team Grenade Trap

"Follow me!"

Lead charge towards blast zone. Shoot any Nazis.

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

Charlie follows Denver back, using knife on any suitable targets

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

Follow Denver into the blast zone, unload on the closest Nazis with the Model 12.

Spoiler: Damien Capella (click to show/hide)

Name: Damien Capella
Description: Born and raised in rural Louisiana. Left school in the fifth grade to run with a bootlegging outfit. When he was arrested in the late 30's, he was given the choice between prison, hard labor and military duty. Damien opted for the boots and helmets and thrived in the military environment. Beneath the facade of discipline and honor were a group of restless young men, like himself, who fancied fighting, swearing, booze, smoking, women and fast cars. He set up a lucrative smuggling operation to keep himself occupied. The fighting was pretty fun too, as he is quoted: "Name one single other government job that rewards you for killing white cats."
Damien would then get into an altercation with his commanding officer over a foreign woman, both of them laying claim to her as their "girl". (Being a prostitute, she was in fact the girl of whomever could afford her.) Damien's punishment was his deployment in to the 888th.

He looks like a bald, less talented Charlie Parker.

*Speaks fluent French and his picked up bits and pieces of other European languages.
*Can lay down a killer harmonica solo.
*Favorite all-purpose phrase: "Cocksucker!"
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats:
Dexterity: +2
Strength: +1
Speed: +1
Senses: +1
Skills:
Shotgun: +3
Melee: +2
Cars: +2
Interrogation: +1
Mechanic: +1
Language: +1
Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch [Allows First Aid/Single Use]
  Entrenching Tool
  Ration [Restores up to -2 on physical dice]
  Clicker
  L type Flashlight
  Sewing kit
  Mirror
  Razor Set
  Bar of Soap
  Toothpaste & Toothbrush Set
  Compressed Toilet Roll
  Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
  Lighter
  Mess kit
  Knit cap
  Notepad and Pen
  Haversack
  Gunbelt w/ Magazine Pouches
  Canteen & Cup
  Compass

• Winchester Model 12 Shotgun [6 shot/6 risk at close range/2 at longer range]
  18 Shotgun Shells
  Trench Knife [Risk 3]

Stay where I am and snipe into the Blast area. If I can't get a good shot with all my teammates rushing in, I'll move forward a little bit, just until I have a clean shot.

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

You all run forward, shouting a series of DOOTS that roughly approximates the call for a cavalry charge. You can't see anything through the rain and darkness until you get maybe 5 feet away from the blast but it quickly becomes damn obvious that further force isn't needed. There are 4 or 5 men here, nazis by the uniform, all dead. They're torn to ribbons by shrapnel and the deck is coated in a pale mix of rainwater and blood. A few quick prods with knives and stiff kicks ensure that they're really dead.  How anti-climatic.

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

The view of the water seems to zoom in, the waves growing in size and becoming fewer, until you can see something among them. It's a ship. It's the ship you're on.  And next to the ship is a woman, or at least something with a female form. Its proportions are remarkably thin and elongated and it looms over the ship, bent at the waist,  with long hair falling down all around the little ship. 

"He's alive! But barely. Maybe got frozen or something? Ain't a doctor."

Bob proceeds to attempt to drag General Bone out to the door where the big agglomeration of people were, and tries to get someone to inspect the man, with medical expertise.

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.

Noticing Mr. Bohring among her folks, Tala found the nice coincidence...very nice.

"Great job being proactive Edward. Now we know where they are. The rest of you, follow Bohring; I'll help tend to the General. Someone please man this emplacement. We need some guards here; please establish a safe perimeter. Also please hand over some of your aid kits if you can. About three extra ones could do."

"He's alive! But barely. Maybe got frozen or something? Ain't a doctor."

"How can you tell?" Tala said, as she got her medical bag up and ready and told Bob to not move the darn body. After being told, she adds her knowledge how to keep the survivors alive in cases of severe hypothermia. "Please don't move them until they're stable. I'm wondering if tinfoil can help..."

Get out of the emplacement, stop Bob from dragging the general or even bloody moving him because that may damage the person, and then TEND TO THE GENERAL (after making a quick diagnosis) with all I got! Then his bodyguard of course. Aim to stabilize them and keep them safe.

Also keep them in the room because it's sheltered from the ever-drenching stormy rain.

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

Tala runs in and slaps Bob's hands away before he can start dragging Bone anywhere. [5] She bends down and looks him over. The diagnosis of Hypothermia is an easy one, though the presentation is odd. Normally Hypothermia sets in progressively but it seems to have come all at once for Bone and the other man; they dropped unconscious in seconds judging by their positions. Heat is the most important thing for them at this point.  Unfortunately this room is literally freezing and there's a goddamn hailstorm going on outside. The HQ should be warm, and there are stoves down there for even more heat, but it means getting them from here to there without letting them get soaked.

Just as the radioman was beginning to run out of lyrics to mix and had to start loaning from more obscure works (something about an Irish priest wrecking 'fecking panzers' with his 'radiant priesthood') an explosion occurred. Dang, just as he was really getting into it.

If I can continue dropping the best beats on those Nazi's and do something else, then see if I can't shoot one o' them Nazi boys on deck.

If not, then just continue beating the bastards with bass.

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

You walk over to the gory scene, still audibly beat boxing. You take a moment to play a soundclip before continuing to beatbox. But this time with more wild gesticulating and pelvic thrusts.




Lighting strikes the com tower again but this time it doesn't stop. The bolt an arc, unbroken, from the tip of the tower to the lofty black ceiling of clouds above. It holds there, a white hot line of rapidly spasming plasma, and in the light you can see that human form again, atop the tower. The bolt is passing straight through it, from the crown of its head to out one foot. The Com tower glows red and then orange as heat builds. Then, like a cracking whip, the bolt jerks violently and flares magnesium fire white before returning to the clouds. The upper few feet of the coms tower melt and flow down onto the upper decks.

The storm does not stop but it seems to lessen; the waves reduce and the winds blow less fiercely. 

[Ozarck]

((wow, I missed the turn. Oh well, looks like my actions still apply))

On sight of the charnel house, Ed pales a bit, gettign a little green around the gills. He inspects the burned footprints carefully for a moment, partly out of curiousity and fear, partly to keep his eyes off the bloodshed.
Communicate with the people inside the forward bunk room:
"How many are alive in there? what happened? Do your quarters have another entrance?"The aft quarters are death, but if the foreward quarters are not, I assume the crew can get out via a hatchway forward, and up the ladder there. From the few visits I've had to military vessels (floating museums) I believe that rooms tended to be open front and back for ease of travel. Ed listens to the crew, then orders them to arm up and join with the rest of the crew. "It's a fight for life and death, men.. But you shuold know that already. We're at war. Now, soldier up and get out there."

After the grenade goes off:
"God, I hope those were Nazis that triggered my trap and not our own."

when the storm threatens to capsize us:
"Damnit! We need control of this ship. we need to point it into the wind, rather than sideways of it! And get the lifeboats ready!"

Ed begins to think of ways to safely discharge lightning: A Faraday cage, grounding rods, knocking a bitch overboard so he discharges in the salt water, and begins preparing accordingly. Continue to rig traps (this time, fore of the crew quarters), but include a method of discharging electricity, as well.
On the way

"Radio! What's the status on that signal? Are you picking up anything - hey, nice graffiti, Nazi killer- are you picking up anything useful? Can you cancel their broaadcast? some kind of wave cancelling feedback?"
"Simon, if you see that big man that grabbed Radio, shoot him first. or ... well, if it looks hot enough to melt steel, shoot that first. You got me, Rummy?"

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. 

[Tiruin]

Tala recalled a conundrum she had with Joan and a few other Filipino soldiers back in the day in medical training--the issue with resources, and reality; if you should pool them to save one fellow, or spread them out to try and save more. That aside, she recalled a lot more than that when she examined the situation: either find a way to get the General and his cohort back to the Mess Hall (which meant going through at least a Signal 3 storm weather...if her own experiences weren't as biased like being hit by a fire hose. If anything, she wondered how the ship even lost itself in this bad a storm, unless it was completely artificial which she suspected it was.

Otherwise, she remembered that to help hypothermia survivors, there was the importance of "gradualness". Just as the body adjusted negatively to its surroundings, so too does it recover in turn.

"Great find Bob. They're alive, but our priority is getting them to a safe place--gradual heat, and a stable temperature. Two choices: Stay here and improvise, insulate, and fortify this room, or bring them to the Mess Hall, making sure that both the carrying device is stable, and that they get adequate cover from the weather. That latter bit is the clincher: We're in a signal three hailstorm. So it's just like I'm back home, but on a nice ship and with friends. And hail. Never had hail, ever. Now all I need to experience is snow, and then I'm all set in wondering how the west feels like."

GENERAL ACTION: Think of a way to best aid the General and the bodyguard, then act on it. Knowledge/Med Training roll, go! (Edit): For carrying them safely to the Mess Hall!

[Is the comms room fully enclosed? If it is merely freezing, that can be fixed if...we improvise insulation and a heat source, also depending if the room is small enough. But improvisation and getting help by teammates is crucial in the time that's ticking away to prevent further damage.]

Direct everyone else with me, to help me get the General and the bodyguard back to the Mess Hall. Improvise cover, and a method to carry them back. (Hopefully Med. Training roll)

Details anyway for processing: Items for improvisation include spare clothing from others, figuring for proximity and the environment. Priority is getting them to the Mess Hall, and providing them cover from getting hit by hail (so directing via getting people in a combined arm carry, alongside wrapping our jackets or other ways of cover is a way of transport). Use our knit caps in our inventory, as a start. In general, for those who aren't posting--order them to help me act more by doing all these stuff. (with one or two providing overwatch, who are pretty much the NPCs or those with suitable weapons or weapon skills [eg Manning the emplacements nearby)

Also don't use the tinfoil for wrapping the General and his bodyguard in, even if I roll a hidden 1. Thanks
But if there is any use for it, use it properly.

If the storm slowed down and is less ferocious, Tala says the following.
"Now that the storm is better, our chances have improved considerably in getting these two alive. Try searching the other one; we can honor the dead later, but we should save the living," she said morosely.

((Fun stuff, I didn't know my city was the top wettest storms))

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 tending to General Bone.

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

[Radio Controlled]

"Radio! What's the status on that signal? Are you picking up anything - hey, nice graffiti, Nazi killer- are you picking up anything useful? Can you cancel their broaadcast? some kind of wave cancelling feedback?"

"Still picking up that woman talking in her weird language, sir. Been running interference best I can since then, but unsure if it's doing much of anything."

Momentarily stop with the interference and listen if the broadcast is still ongoing. Does anything change when I stop pumping decibels over the Nazi airwaves?

Try to locate the source of the signal best I can.

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

[Egan_BW]

Forget that I don't have hands. Poke the lady.

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

[Hylianhero71]

Spoiler: Booker Lee (click to show/hide)

Name: Booker Lee
Description: A former student of engineering in the states, After he was drafted Booker became a field engineer specializing in Demolitions. He is in his mid-20's, Medium build, and brown hair.
Physical:(+0)
Mental:(+0)
Life: (+0)
Stats: (Strength +2 Knowledge +2 Will +1)
Skills:(Submachine Guns +3 Demolitions +2 Operator +2 Tank +1 Explosive +1 Exotic melee +1 )
Inventory: (
Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)
3 Thompson  magazines
2 Land Mines (Risk 7)
2 Explosive charges (Risk 10)
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)

[The Lupanian]

Inspect the exploded area. Do I think the entire explosion was from the trap, or does it seem like the trap may have triggered a bigger explosion?

Also, see if I can't find a pistol and some ammo on one of the bodies.

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

[Doomblade187]

Team Grenade Trap

"Someone should shoot that guy way up there."

Drag Nazi bodies belowdeck for loot safekeeping. Also for things like code books. Knife any alive Nazis.

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