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[Doomblade187]

So.

[Ozarck]

so

[Hotfire90]

So

[The Lupanian]

La

[syvarris]

So?

[Egan_BW]

What's my role supposed to be on this mission, bones? I'm still a pilot, and it sure sounds like you're not giving us a plane to use, but I can do some engineering stuff. Don't tell me I'm supposed to kill the enemy, because I still have just a pistol and no greater than 50% chance of hitting anything. If you want me to run in and assault the enemy, you have to at least give me a shotgun to work with or something.

[Strider03]

So So

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: 260

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 (replenishing):
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
2 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 smoke grenade
1 Iron Heart Medal
1 Cowboy Hat

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

Non Replenishing:
MP-34 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
1 radio (Unbroken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.


Survived Injuries+Missions+Accomplishments:
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.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most

[Redjive_Industries]

So, a needle pulling threeeeaaaaaaad!

[piecewise]

What's my role supposed to be on this mission, bones? I'm still a pilot, and it sure sounds like you're not giving us a plane to use, but I can do some engineering stuff. Don't tell me I'm supposed to kill the enemy, because I still have just a pistol and no greater than 50% chance of hitting anything. If you want me to run in and assault the enemy, you have to at least give me a shotgun to work with or something.

You wanna fly the plane in? We're bound to hit some flak before we reach the drop point.

[randomgenericusername]

So.

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

GLORY: 250

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

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

Inventory:

3 knives (Risk 2)
Gewehr (10 Bullets, Risk 3)

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)

[Egan_BW]

Good enough.

[Tiruin]

Buy that strange armor jacket thingy that gives life (-150!)
Tala figures that if she is better off armored and living, then she can help other people be living! She decides to forego that Valkyrie medal because in the heat of a firefight, it's one general action only :<

Any questions?"

"What about radio contact? You mentioned dropping us some engines so I expect there would be some form of communication between us and Command? We only have one person who specializes in explosives and traps and even then, wouldn't we be at the mercy of the rails in our escape?"

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 490
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

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

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

Inventory:

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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2)

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

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

[Leodanny]

So!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

 Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 Melee
+2 first aid
+2 medical training
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
1 Binoculars
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(taped to Springfield)
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(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
Medic’s bag(can use until failure)
GLORY: 5

[piecewise]

Buy that strange armor jacket thingy that gives life (-150!)
Tala figures that if she is better off armored and living, then she can help other people be living! She decides to forego that Valkyrie medal because in the heat of a firefight, it's one general action only :<

Any questions?"

"What about radio contact? You mentioned dropping us some engines so I expect there would be some form of communication between us and Command? We only have one person who specializes in explosives and traps and even then, wouldn't we be at the mercy of the rails in our escape?"

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 490
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

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

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

Inventory:

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

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2)

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

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

You should have radio contact. Unless something unforeseen happens that somehow blocks the signal or you all break your radios or something.

“Yes, I have a couple questions. Do we have an idea of how many Nazis will be guarding the train? Also, what kind of environment are we dropping into, like will there be a lot of building or trees? ”
Buy a new helmet for 30 GLORY, inspect the Nazi medal.

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.
She wears a grey knitted wool cap. It has ear flaps that dangle down several inches, in the style of many South American knitted hats. It is formed to look like it has cat ears, and it has two larger buttons fastened to look like the eyes. When she has her combat helmet on, the cap is worn underneath as a helmet liner.
GLORY: 120
(365 GLORY spent)
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 +3
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Nazi medal
Knitted wool cap
Gas mask
Luger 8/8 (2 magazines, risk 2)
Gewehr 10/10 (2 magazines risk 3)(loaned out)
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet (1 life)(bought with GLORY)
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

Ok.

Is it the weird medal that there have been several of already? The swirly one?










So Alice is going to fly the plane to our drop off point. Good for her. Here's hoping she doesn't get you all horribly killed. I'm giving her a co-pilot to take the plane back after she drops with the rest of you. And maybe to stop her from doing the dumb things.


From the ship its a quick ride over to a temporary airbase and then onto one of the Douglas C-47 Skytrains. Unlike a lot of the 888th kit, this plane must have been requisitioned from somewhere recently because it has no modifications, extra armor, or even a different paint job. And for the most part the flight in was quiet; the path chosen by command routed around most of the heavily fortified areas and instead took a high, long path over a lot of farmland and open country. Its only near the drop off point where they were required to cross over an occupied city and face the fury of german flak.

[2] Alice navigates carefully, passing through cloud banks and moving in an erratic, hard to predict fashion, driving and ascending as she serpentines, effectively avoiding all but the smallest nicks and chips from flying shrapnel.  A few minutes later and they're over the chosen drop point. However, something is wrong; as they come in to the drop zone they can see ground troops waiting for them below, clustered in the area around the track. Alice calls in command and gets two options: Drop anyway and fight the troops directly, or circle round, drop a while off, and then move in and engage on the ground.

Alice, in control of the plane, has the final say here.

[SaberToothTiger]

I put on one of my fancy hats. Then I jump first.

Spoiler: Finalized Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono

GLORY: 150 (50 own + 100 common) - 70 = 80

Physical:
Mental:
Life:

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +1

Inventory:
1 Helmet
2 Fancy Hats
1 Gasmask
1 Ration
1 First Aid Pouch
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Mirror
1 razor set
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
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)