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[The Lupanian]

Take 2 magazines for the Luger (assuming there's enough left, if not I'll try to snatch 2 before anyone else can).

"Hey, you mind not hogging all the Luger ammunition?"

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:
Luger (2 magazines)
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

[Strider03]

"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."

"Oh, right. Forgot why I came here. Should be just a moment. I was gonna see if I could decode the weird static we're getting on the radios here."

Addendum to my action, test the noise in the static using the reel-to-reel recorder that Bob came here for.

[piecewise]

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

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

You both search the ship, starting with the Bridge. [4] You don't even make it in before both of you stop. The door to the bridge is closed and you can see inside through the windows that there's some sort of briefcase sized black box sitting next to the door, with a metal line running from the door's edge to the box.

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

This location is as safe as you can get, for the moment.

You spend your time tending to both men; they've got symptoms of hypothermia and frostbite on their fingers and toes, but with the heat and the other care, they should be fine. Neither are awake yet; but that might take a while if you don't try to wake them up. Their bodies probably aren't in any hurry to get moving if they can rest.

After a while a man in a crewman's uniform wielding an SMG walks in and asks if there's anything you want the rest of the crew to do. He sees Bone and asks if he's gonna make it.

"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."

"Oh, right. Forgot why I came here. Should be just a moment. I was gonna see if I could decode the weird static we're getting on the radios here."

Addendum to my action, test the noise in the static using the reel-to-reel recorder that Bob came here for.

You get the reels for the last hour or so and start running through them. Sped up properly you can hear a distinct female voice in the static, very deep and with an odd manner of speaking. The first sound she makes is loud and then her voice drifts off and becomes quieter and quieter as the sentence continues. It runs in cycles like that, loud and then fading softer over and over.

The language isn't English. [1] Its clearly martian.

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

You walk to the deck and fire your pistol into the storm clouds roughly where you think the woman's head was. Nothing spectacular happens.

"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. 

[1]
You search the ship for a while and finally find what you're looking for. You return to the door, cover your eyes, and turn the torch on.

It shines a light at the door, as flashlights are known to do.

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)

Taken, guardan

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)

[1] Been a good day for rolls.

You point your pistol at the door and fire. Predictably,the rounds ricochet wildly around the room and one bounces straight back into your foot. You fall to the ground, screaming about a perfect plan.

Take 2 magazines for the Luger (assuming there's enough left, if not I'll try to snatch 2 before anyone else can).

"Hey, you mind not hogging all the Luger ammunition?"

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:
Luger (2 magazines)
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

Taking.

[piecewise]

I'm going out of town on....the 20th. I'll be out for about...10 days or so. I don't know if I'll be able to post or when I'll be able to post. I'll try to hit you guys with turns when I can, but I'm just letting you guys know that it might be a while.

[Radio Controlled]

How many, if any, nades did I manage to scrounge?

Unless Ed wants to try and disable the trap himself, try to gain access to the room in another way. Perhaps climb up that ladder again from before and try to smash/shoot my way through the window (or maybe through the already smashed one)? Unless that seems likely to set of the 'splosives, of course. Ed is on the case, so instead go scrounger for a cutting torch and reflect on that strange radio signal and what the lady was saying.

The radioman jogs of to go inform the resident trapmaster of what he saw.
"Sir, main entryway to the bridge is trapped. Some sort of explosive I assume, seems pretty sizable. I think we can circumvent it by going through the window though, or perhaps slice our way in from another angle. Would you like to take a look at it before I have a go at it myself?"

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

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

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


Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
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]

Tala would've jumped at the approach of another man--if she wasn't used to being surprised. She made a subtle movement with her weapon as she was unsure why anyone else would disturb her and Bob.

After a while a man in a crewman's uniform wielding an SMG walks in and asks if there's anything you want the rest of the crew to do. He sees Bone and asks if he's gonna make it.

As the situation was relaxed, she always kept her rifle at the ready in case anything abrupt would occur.

"They'll make it. Ensure we do too--expunge the Nazis, get to your post, make a headcount, alongside get a list of the ship's roster--we need names, identities, and otherwise. Please organize the people in the Mess Hall that way. Find the other crewmen and ascertain their identity. We have enough people in the Mess Hall to ensure the safety of all on board.

"Those are your orders. Please do not disturb us; they need quiet and peace, and thank you for your work," she said, nonchalantly sounding on edge at the idea of Nazis on an Allied ship, with all that had happened.

"Bob, any luck with the radio? If there's nothing clear--at least try to check for areas that are transmitting. Radios can do that, in the least with our medium and current condition," she says later on.

Continue tending to Bone and the bodyguard, keeping on edge and at the ready the use of her rifle in case any saboteur or spy (or even that guy with a nice SMG) points that at the wounded. Aim to maim, not to kill--for interrogation purposes if I have ever to shoot it. Even in close range, this would create some disorientation.

Also, thanks to Bob/Strider03's action, try to listen in and comprehend what's being said on radio.

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

[Ozarck]

... second flashlight get! How ... useful. I'm marking it in my inventory.

Ed will then go to the bridge, climb in through the broken window (the one the big guy smashed), and disarm the trap. Check for other traps before I blow myself to hell accidentally.

"Sir, main entryway to the bridge is trapped. Some sort of explosive I assume, seems pretty sizable. I think we can circumvent it by going through the window though, or perhaps slice our way in from another angle. Would you like to take a look at it before I have a go at it myself?"

"Well, yeah, that sounds good. I mean, not like my second flashlight here is helping me get these guys out.

Hey guys, I'll be back in a bit. hang tight, or try to get free if you can. To be honest, you are probably safer staying in there. But who wants to live forever, anyway?"

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
2 L type Flashlights
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]

Well, better fire a few more shots! Giant ghost ladies probably have a bit of an HP pool.

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 (8/9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Some bullshit pamphlet thing

[Strider03]

"Hey! Man! Before you go, name, rank, the whole shebang. We're in a situation here, so best to make sure everyone's accounted for." Bob called this out, waving his pistol in the man's general direction, safety on, and never pointed directly at the guy. Just the ground in front of him.

"Anyway, Tala, got some broad on here, not speaking English, maybe orders? Probably ain't French either. Wanna take a listen, and see if there's anything you recognize?"

Be ready to shoot the guy who wandered in. If Tala doesn't recognize the language here, Bob will try to determine areas that might be transmitting, as instructed.

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]

"Anyway, Tala, got some broad on here, not speaking English, maybe orders? Probably ain't French either. Wanna take a listen, and see if there's anything you recognize?"

"Will do. Also call on an operator or anyone knowledgeable with it--even if we can't receive, we can track and check where the one transmitting is. I may be mistaken but I recall something like triangulation; I'm unsure what the term is but the memory was that one could orient themselves in the general direction of the source even if the signal isn't that well heard."

Action edited.

[Doomblade187]

Team Nazi Hunt

"If nobody objects, I'm going in through the windows."

Climb in through windows, giving the box a wide berth.
Go upstairs, gun at the ready. If I cannot go upstairs from the bridge, back away and keep searching.

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

[syvarris]

Hmm.  Last I posted, Simon was following Ed around, guarding him.  It'd be reasonable to assume he kept following Ed... but I'm gonna go with the more amusing option and assume he drunkenly fell asleep somewhere along the way.

Dream.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, SLEEPIEST sniper (click to show/hide)

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

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

Looted Inventory:

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

GLORY: 140!

[dustywayfarer]

Charlie pathetically drops to the floor with a moan. EDIT(Already grounded): Stays on the ground, moaning "It hertz!" periodically.

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)

[Tavik Toth]

Continue guarding Mess Hall unless asked by Tala or another teamate to help.

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)
German SMG (MP40?) (4 Magazines)
Luger (6 Magazines)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3) (8/8)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

[Questorhank]

Make my way to the guy who shot himself in the foot. Heal said foot.

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