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[syvarris]

”well actually it’s both. Also, you can say jawohl or dach, if you want some variety.”
”in addition, I’d just like to say that we are not the elite, just a bunch of people no one likes.”

Simon looks up when he hears this, a confused expression on his face.  "dach... wait, so that one stupid looking dog is a yes-hound?  I guess that makes about as much sense as anything."  he shakes his head, transitioning back to a scowl  "And you might be here because you're some trash somebody just wanted you to get killed, but those of us who wanted to be here are the top.  I got in because I'm the best shot around, and the 888th does a lot of shooting!  Heh, I bet that's why we have any mortality rate at all, cowards like you get put here where you don't belong, and then you crumble under the pressure!"

"There's a difference between being coward and being stupid, man. I'm telling you, without a plan we're going to die before we even get to the damn place. Might as well just shoot ourselves right now. Do you think our deaths would accomplish anything if we get killed before we even get inside the fort?"

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

"Oh come off it, Firebug.  We do fine without plans, hell, we once stole a fucking magic plane and blew up an entire base deep in Nazi territory, pretty much just by luck and quick thinking.  The brass didn't even supply us with an escape plan, they just trusted us to figure something out, and guess what?  We totally did!  You're only scared because you're new.  The only thing you've gotta be scared of is that... uh, scaredness itself, 'cause that's what kills people!"

[Leodanny]

The quote actually goes “do not fear. Fear is the mind-killer” x3
Or something.

[Strider03]

((There are plenty of quotes of that variety, but given the time period, I'm guessing Simon is either making it up as he goes, or paraphrasing Winston Churchill, who said, "So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."))

[randomgenericusername]

"The only one scared of dying here is you. I never said I didn't want to die, I said I didn't want to die without taking the enemy down with me. But since I'm the "newbie" here, why don't you tell me your clever plan to get inside the nazi fort without explosives or vehicles? You can't shoot your enemy if you die first. That means at least someone has to get inside and stay alive enough to kill every single nazi inside without damaging the fort. You think dying before even getting to the fort accomplishes anything? We need a plan because the mission is not to die and waste everyone's time, but to actually recover the fort."

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

[syvarris]

((He is indeed referencing--poorly--the "fear itself" quote, which I've always liked due to it essentially being a fancy way of saying "Don't be afraid", with about as much logical value.

Also, Google says it came from FDR's first inauguration speech, though if I'm being honest I had absolutely no idea who said it when I came up with Simon's bit.))

Simon gives William an imperious look, and says with a completely straight face "I'm gonna crawl as close as I can without being seen, and then-" he pats one of the rifles chained to his back "-I'm gonna shoot all the Nazis before they can shoot me.  Simple and reliable, like all the best plans."

He then leans back and just stares at William smugly, like he gave the revelation of the century.

[Leodanny]

”you better be as damn good as you say you are, then.”

[Strider03]

((Oh, whoops, you're right. it was FDR.))

"I don't know what you're all so worried about. If the fort has a clear bead on us anywhere in the city, sure that's a big problem, but Bones hasn't said any of that. Just that we need to take the surroundings first, then the fort. There's definitely going to be cover somewhere in the city, and if we get there, and it's a suicide run, and pointless, we just radio back and tell the brass that we can't take it, and they'd better blow it up."

[Egan_BW]

"If the brass were willing to blow the place up to save the lives of the grunts who have to take the thing, we would not be having this conversation."

[randomgenericusername]

"I think it's because they don't want the fort damaged. They don't care if we live or die, just that "the fort is intact"."

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

[The Lupanian]

Carolina looks up from what you had assumed to be slumber, to contribute to the conversation.
“Could we look for an escape tunnel, or a foxhole or something, then bite ‘em in the ass?” She then gets a slightly nervous look, before dodging her gaze between people. “In any case, this will be my first taste of real combat. I believe the tradition is to get ‘intimate’ with someone, so you have someone to remember you by. But, I don’t think that would count if the person is going to fight along side you… Speaking of which, are we dragging the pilot into a cluster fuck again?”

[Egan_BW]

"Um, okay then. I'm down for staying out of this one, if that's an option?"

[The Lupanian]

“Wait, is air support an option here? It would certainly help with a lot.”

[randomgenericusername]

"I'm almost sure it isn't. It would be the fastest way, but it would damage the fort. The only way is to get inside and shoot them until they die or we die. Or somehow trick them into leaving the fort and then lock the entrance from inside, but we know that won't happen."

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

[piecewise]

"City around first, then moving on to the bunker? Citizens are only going to be an issue for the area around, right?"

"Also, are they going to be able to fire down on us from the fort while we're clearing out the streets?"

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: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 5

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 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
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)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

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+Missions:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.

"Should be.  And yes, they probably will be able to fire down on you, but I don't know how accurate they'll be at long range. Still, no one likes lead rain so I'd recommend not meandering around in the open."

"Again, how much of the place are we allowed to burn down?"

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

"Bunker is concrete so use fire in there as much as you want. City area has been bombed already so some more fire won't hurt it any worse. Just be careful not to trap any civies under a burning house or surround yourselves in it. "

"Right, so do we have any actual plan for not getting shot or are we just planning to run right in and die a mile from the fort?"

Spoiler: Alice! (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: 230

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 (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton

A veritable cornstalk of a man raises his hand from the back. You don't know how you didn't notice him before.

What - uh, what the funny, blue-haired one said. I'd like to get up real close and personal before I die.

Spoiler: Jack "Don't Call Me That" Jackson (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Jackson from Jacksonville, TN
Description: Tall and blonde, he can fill a door with his body or his preferred killing weapon, buckshot.
BackStory: Once a farmhand, he was fond of soft things. After killing a woman because he panicked, his partner, instead of killing him, convinced him to join the military. His obsession with "soft" things turned to something of an obsession with soft meats. He was quickly transferred to the best brigade for this kind of man.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Strength: +2
Dexterity: +2
Will: +1

Skills:
Shotgun: +3
SubMachine Gun: +2
Melee Weapons: +2
Rifles: +1
Traps: +1
Explosives: +1
Inventory:
     Knit cap x1
     Winchester M12:
          Loaded with buckshot (6/6)
     Haversack:
          First Aid Pouch x1
          E-Tool x1
          Ration x1
          Mirror x1
          Shaving Kit x1
          Soap x1
          Notepad and Pen x1
          Tooth Cleaning Stuff x1
          TP Roll x1
          Mess Kit x1
          Sewing Kit x1
     GunBelt and Pouches:
          Clicker x1
          Compass x1
          Flashlight x1
          Cigarettes, x20 (1 pack)
          Lighter x1
          Canteen with Cup x1
          Shotgun shells, buck x6
          Shotgun shells, slug x6
          Trench Knife (Risk 3) x1

"The city section extends up to and a bit up the side of the hill the fort is on; you'll have some cover most of the way. Once you reach that hill though, you'll have to improvise. There's a reason we've been called in to deal with this; its a shit situation and no one else wants to run head first into machine gun fire.  If nothing else I'd recommend something to obscure their vision, smoke or something like it. Or flush'em out somehow. "

"I mean, some of us have guns. I'm not sure if they are very effective at close range."

"Actually, why don't we just throw a few bombs at them? We have planes, right? If we're going to fight, then we might as well throw everything we have and don't hold back."

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

"I wonder, son, if you might be a little shell shocked. I said already that we bombed them. Bombed them good too. There's a concrete bunker atop the hill but the real stuff is in tunnels underground.  We ain't gonna bomb through 40 feet of solid stone. Besides, a crater ain't a good defensive position. We could just bomb this city off the map but it would do no good for the ousted french citizenry  nor  for us. We want a city, not ruins. Its already half ruins as is anyways."

"I think it's because they don't want the fort damaged. They don't care if we live or die, just that "the fort is intact"."

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

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
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

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

"Now you are beginning to understand. "



"Any further questions? If not, say a prayer and load up."

[Ozarck]

Ed pulls out a Rosary and Starts saying the Our Father and Hail Mary. He gets some words wrong each pass through. Curiously, they are different words each time. He hoilds the Rosary in one hand while loading his equipment with the other. Once finished, he comments:

"We could go the blunt and direct route, and steal a tank to drive straight up to the gate. They're usually good against machinegun fire. Have to watch out for rockets though."

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 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
3 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

Knife (Risk 2)

Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0  GLORY)

505 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. 

Spoiler: mission briefing (click to show/hide)

We've been tasked with helping clear a section of city and then to remove the "Fort du Roule", a heavily fortified hill top bunker, from the list of enemy held positions.
Its position on the hilltops above the city makes it too good of a strategic position for them to just bomb it to gravel.
Taking it won't be easy though; its got at least 5 heavily fortified firing positions and a tunnel system in the stone.
Intelligence indicates there's an entrance on the west side of the mountain, though getting to it might be harder than just getting to one of those fortified positions and blasting on through. Your call.

We're going to drop you off by boat and the local boys will bring you where you need to go. We're told they'll have a map for you but don't expect anything amazing.

This is a simple job, lads: Kill any Kraut that still has some fight in him, spare any citizen of the town, and try to keep that fort as intact as possible."  He waves his hand dismissively at that last part, but doesn't say anything more.