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[Tavik Toth]

Team Grenade Trap/Frozen Bones

While still keeping an eye out for any enemies, loot the Nazi's for a pistol and some ammo. Once looting in done, resume guarding area.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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)

[CABL]

((Sorry, guys, but I've lost the interest in this game. If Hans will miraculously survive all this time as an NPC, maybe I'll play as him when I'll have more interest and return to the game. Happy Nazi-hunting!))

[dustywayfarer]

Team Cavalry Crazies

Charlie loots the bodies, heading back towards Ed once done.

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

[Strider03]

"Think we could get them over there with a tarp or something on top of them? Might have not choice other than moving them, but we could keep em dry that way."

Bob also engages in pondering how they can get General Bone over safely to the mess hall, or how to insulate the room.

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.

[Tiruin]

"Think we could get them over there with a tarp or something on top of them? Might have not choice other than moving them, but we could keep em dry that way."

"I had that idea too; we have no other choice. We cannot insulate this fast enough, and create an antagonist to the temperature in turn, all the while we are in a strange storm with hostiles about--the HQ is our Mess Hall, and if this ship is lost, we are also going with it otherwise. We have to bring them to the Mess Hall. Can others please search outside for cover or anything to help? I'll be preparing them with Bob."

[piecewise]

((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. 

You communicate with the men behind the door and find out several things. First that the door is very stuck and they can't open it. Second that while the room they're in does extend to another room, that other room is a bathroom and more berthing space without an exit out. Because that would have them exiting directly into the engine room.  Many of them are injured but many others are fine, just unable to get out. They tell you that something came down in the dark, all lit up by sparks,  and started tearing people apart. They didn't get a great look at it but it seemed to be a man. They fought it as best they could but ended up retreating and being trapped when it beat the door out of shape.

As per ways of discharging the lighting, the ship itself should work as a faraday cage as long as everyone is INSIDE of it. You rig a trap near the crew ladder.

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

"Think we could get them over there with a tarp or something on top of them? Might have not choice other than moving them, but we could keep em dry that way."

Bob also engages in pondering how they can get General Bone over safely to the mess hall, or how to insulate the room.

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.

[6]
You immediately use clothing and bags to form a make shift stretcher, plop Bone and his body guard atop it, and then cover them in any spare clothing remaining. You then take up position at one end and get Robert to take the other. And then you begin a mad dash across the deck, shoving your way past the nazi corpses and their looters, avoiding the trap Ed set near the doorway down to HQ and then barreling into HQ and putting the two men beside an oven. You Strip them of their wet clothing, replace it with a heap of towels and table settings you find in the kitchen, and then turn the oven on full blast with the door open.

All in all, it works pretty well you think.

"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

You listen and find the airwaves strangely quiet. There's a bit of static from the storm but not that constant interference that there once was.

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

You reach out towards the woman with your non-hands, only to suddenly jerk awake in agony. Someone as just stomped on your stomach as they ran past towards the kitchen.

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)

Welcome aboard.  You know whats going on?

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

[2] Its very hard to tell. It might have been the grenade alone.

You get a Luger and 2 magazines from one of the bodies. It has a big scratch where it was hit by shrapnel, but seems functional.

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

You wait for everyone to finish looting the corpses and then drag them near the HQ. You check them for codebooks but find nothing. You do, however, find more of those strange medallions.

Team Cavalry Crazies

Charlie loots the bodies, heading back towards Ed once done.

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

Team Grenade Trap/Frozen Bones

While still keeping an eye out for any enemies, loot the Nazi's for a pistol and some ammo. Once looting in done, resume guarding area.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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)

Ok there are 5 bodies, each contains 1 smg and 3 magazines for it, 1 luger and 2 magazines for that in terms of weapons. They also contain 2 grenades each.  Take what you want.





The storm quiets even more, the hail completely vanishing and the rain becoming a dull roar against the metal as opposed to a scouring downpour.

[Doomblade187]

Team Nazi Hunt

"Now for the fun part."

Leave HQ area, look around for Nazis. Is lightning dude still up there? If so, shoot him. If he's not, sweep a perimeter around the ship, I want to find the big guy.

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

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[Radio Controlled]

Loot a couple of nades, then go check out the bridge, all sneaky like.

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]

Team Bob (Formerly Team Tala, now it's just us two in the Mess Hall with the oven)

"I counted four. Four Nazis or bodies. Those not in our uniform anyway. Real glad to have mechanics and engineers around. I wonder where the other medics are, we need them here stat, unless anything else gets in the way," Tala said as she began to prepare the rest of everything needed. Hypothermia was something to note--that even with the strange shenanigans she only read in comics or other books that were very expensive to get--the exposure to a busted communications room, and thus exposure to the outside temperature drop and direct contact with ice would signify that at least. "I think it's best if you join the others. The Mess Hall is well guarded unless someone ingeniously punches the walls down for some reason-

"Hey Bob, can you help check over the bodyguard in the meantime? It'd help if he was taken care of, along any close examination signs."

"You're going to be alright, General. You and your man, the 888th are here for you," Tala said. She was of the belief that despite people being unconscious, they were still aware of their surroundings in a way, but just not able to respond.

Finally use that tinfoil and everything in the vicinity (and/or medic bags) to help stabilize, check up, and look after the General and his bodyguard. But that comes after getting extra medical supplies from the Mess Hall. (Even preparing some nice, warm, non-alcoholic beverages for later)
Other than the darn ovens at max, see if there are any heat packs, blankets, or otherwise that I can get up--knowing the anatomical regions for placement (eg neck, armpits, etc). Focus all on tending to the two of them and checking vital signs.

If Bob agrees--direct oversight into close, specific examination of symptoms via signs of injury and danger.

Am I in a relatively safe location? As in, this portion of the Mess Hall adjacent to any vital areas where we can be snuck up upon (or the walls broken down and us attacked?) Merely inquiring as there is only enough time to med-prep, as I presume.

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 and his bodyguard.

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

[Egan_BW]

Go onto the deck and look for that giant lady. If I can't see her shoot my pistol at where I saw her head was supposed to be.

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

[Ozarck]

"I'm going to try to get you out of there. Hang on, I'll see if I can find a cutting torch. Unless you want me to try a more ... brute force method? I think I still have some c4 around here somewhere ... Oh yeah, try not to trip any of my traps when I get you out, mkay? that'd be bad. At least it looks like the storm is letting up.

I wonder if the Nazis got what they came for?"

Ed will attempt to recall where on the ship he might find a cutting torch (and preferably a set of goggles), and he will go there to retrieve those items. If he happens past the kitchen, Ed will attempt to make a witty comment about high-ranking lunchmeat. He'll also ask around to see if anyone noticed any reason for the weird let-up in the storm.

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. 

[Tavik Toth]

Take an SMG and a luger along with four magazines of ammo for the smg and six magazines for the luger. Then go guard the Mess Hall.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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)

[dustywayfarer]

After taking 4 grenades, a Luger, and three magazines for it, Charlie runs back to Ed. Seeing the door bent out of shape, Charlie uses his knowledge of mechanics to attempt to get the door open using a few well-placed shots from the pistol and prying using his entrenching tool. Charlie looks around to see if melted places in the floor, etc show where the monstrosity went.

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

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

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), Luger(unknown shot and risk), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, 3 Luger magazines, 4 Grenades
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, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)

[Strider03]

"Yeah, sure. Don't know exactly what you need, but sure."

Bob will follow Tala's instructions on what to do with the bodyguard, presuming that's what's being asked?

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.

[Tiruin]

"Yeah, sure. Don't know exactly what you need, but sure."

"More hands, and probably a guard--you're more useful elsewhere as we've got enemies on board, with your BAR. Another medic at least. If you can call on them and switch out, that'd be fine. But we're in the Mess Hall and any threat that comes to me is any threat to them, and anyone else in here."