Red GypsySo it is a thing that can be looted and comes in standardized packs? Disabled enemy vehicles and defeated enemies might be good sources of Ragnite then. How many vehicles did you have in mind for the column starting out?
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So this is going to turn into a long running infantry battle. How are you handling ragnaid?
I have some interest. How canon are you keeping this? Would you, for example, be open to hand-to-hand or bayonet combat? How about alternate vehicle options like half-tracks and amphibious APCs?
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Skrik was able to do it. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he felt the horned rabbit weaken under the influence of the poison. That feeling soon quieted to something like relief as he watched the numbed creature peacefully fall unconscious and then perish as it bled out. It looked… peaceful. He tried not to dwell on exactly why he was relieved. Instead, he began to take the body apart as soon as he was certain it was dead.
He found the wound in its neck to be a good starting point and began to cut shallowly from there, cutting around the neck with his knife and then cutting from the front of the throat down the belly to the point between the leg joints. Then he cut crossways from there down the large part of each leg before cutting around the ankle. With this done he did a similar crossway cut at the foreleg joint line and the wrists. After this he was able to pull the skin completely off. With it all in one piece it could be made into any number of things. He set it aside as he began to use the clean nails of his right hand to sever connective tissue and pull out sections of meat, eating them one at a time while memorizing their position and size. From this, he could understand the movements of the horned rabbit even more thoroughly. Once he had mostly finished his meal, he removed the horn and examined it closely while he chewed the marrow out of one of the rabbit’s smaller bones. It had a hard outer surface but it looked like it had a small amount of marrow as well. That gave him an idea. But, first he had to find a place to work safely. His hunt had taken time. There was still time in the day, but not much, and his left hand was only just starting to regain its feeling. He would need a better way to deliver the poison, ideally one that didn’t poison him too. He took all of the parts of the rabbit that remained, mostly the horn and bones and organs, and wrapped them in the hide. He would go looking for either another rabbit, ideally trying the same method only without the poison on his hand, or for a place with quiet water.
Then he stopped. There was something that still needed to be done. He wasn’t even fully aware of why he felt the need to do it but he knelt down, pulled the horned rabbit’s skull out of his hide bag and looked into its empty eye sockets. Then he nodded and used his claw-like nails to dig a small hole at the base of the berry bush. He placed the skull into this hole and buried it.
“Let your strength feed others. Never go hungry. Thank you.” Skrik whispered.
Without saying anything else Skrik headed into the forest, following narrow paths that twisted and wove through the woods, and seeking either more rabbit or water. Yet, even as he searched, his mind was active. There had been several types of berries growing in the place where he found the horned rabbit. It had only been eating one. He took mental notes on the other berries as sources of alternative poisons and kept his eyes and ears open for anything unusual, especially for signs of nightfall and any trees with limbs close enough to the ground for easy climbing.
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Skrik was able to do it. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he felt the horned rabbit weaken under the influence of the poison. That feeling soon quieted to something like relief as he watched the numbed creature peacefully fall unconscious and then perish as it bled out. It looked… peaceful. He tried not to dwell on exactly why he was relieved. Instead, he began to take the body apart as soon as he was certain it was dead.
He found the wound in its neck to be a good starting point and began to cut shallowly from there, cutting around the neck with his knife and then cutting from the front of the throat down the belly to the point between the leg joints. Then he cut crossways from there down the large part of each leg before cutting around the ankle. With this done he did a similar crossway cut at the foreleg joint line and the wrists. After this he was able to pull the skin completely off. With it all in one piece it could be made into any number of things. He set it aside as he began to use the clean nails of his right hand to sever connective tissue and pull out sections of meat, eating them one at a time while memorizing their position and size. From this, he could understand the movements of the horned rabbit even more thoroughly. Once he had mostly finished his meal, he removed the horn and examined it closely while he chewed the marrow out of one of the rabbit’s smaller bones. It had a hard outer surface but it looked like it had a small amount of marrow as well. That gave him an idea. But, first he had to find a place to work safely. His hunt had taken time. There was still time in the day, but not much, and his left hand was only just starting to regain its feeling. He would need a better way to deliver the poison, ideally one that didn’t poison him too. He took all of the parts of the rabbit that remained, mostly the horn and bones and organs, and wrapped them in the hide. He would go looking for either another rabbit, ideally trying the same method only without the poison on his hand, or for a place with quiet water.
Then he stopped. There was something that still needed to be done. He wasn’t even fully aware of why he felt the need to do it but he knelt down, pulled the horned rabbit’s skull out of his hide bag and looked into its empty eye sockets. Then he nodded and used his claw-like nails to dig a small hole at the base of the berry bush. He placed the skull into this hole and buried it.
“Let your strength feed others. Never go hungry. Thank you.” Skrik whispered.
Without saying anything else Skrik headed into the forest, following narrow paths that twisted and wove through the woods, and seeking either more rabbit or water. Yet, even as he searched, his mind was active. There had been several types of berries growing in the place where he found the horned rabbit. It had only been eating one. He took mental notes on the other berries as sources of alternative poisons and kept his eyes and ears open for anything unusual, especially for signs of nightfall and any trees with limbs close enough to the ground for easy climbing.
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@Jangel13 I think that I will cast my vote for option D. There is a level of organization and efficiency that we yet lack. It would be beneficial to have more time to secure such aspects before we attempt to tackle more intelligent factions/foes.
Edit: Besides... I can't make sufficiently advanced medicines to treat the injuries that are likely to occur from the inevitable acts of... diplomacy.
Edit: Besides... I can't make sufficiently advanced medicines to treat the injuries that are likely to occur from the inevitable acts of... diplomacy.
Lungfirst adjusted his position to match the formation even more precisely while he listened to the calls from his new colleagues. He was not in a great mood. This formation was far too low altitude for his liking. In fact, he’d have to climb before he could effectively engage much of anything without being vulnerable. Still the pilot flying in front of him was both his boss and a living legend and he had given an order. Lungfirst transmitted his acknowledgments to the other two pilots while he analyzed his combat options.
Lungfirst’s voice was mostly flat as he replied. “Long-Dive copies. Thanks for the breathing room. Looking forward to the specs too. Out.”
He was distracted by the task of assessing his current tactical options. So long as he was at such a low altitude he would be a big target for anti-aircraft weapons as well as vulnerable to attack from above. Also, his targeting cone for missile strikes against ground targets was reduced and he couldn’t use his forward missile launchers so long as he was at the back of the formation. He would have to climb as soon as any hostile force appeared in order to make full use of his weapons. Just when he finished his tactical analysis the Iron Jackson radioed his intent to descend and examine a convoy.
He pulled up and began to climb immediately.
With most planes, this action would weaken the formation and deprive them of fighting power. However, the Long-Dive had AA missile launchers pointed both fore and aft. As he climbed and accelerated above the formation the targeting cone of his rear launchers expanded to cover the other planes while the upward angle of his nose lifted his under-wing anti-ground missile launchers into a forward firing angle. And his forward launchers lifted to cover the formation’s 12-o-clock high.
His first instinct was to simply target the vehicles with AG missiles and take them out, but he wanted to wait till the group’s leader had achieved his stated objective. The other three planes were all designed to be able to effectively strafe. He continued to climb but acquired target locks on four vehicles in the convoy. He couldn’t be sure that they were carrying something volatile, but if any of them were, then the secondary explosions could take out some of the remaining vehicles. He waited until the planes that were going to strafe had completed a single run and were clear of the likely blast radius before confirming his targets were still operational and calling the Iron Jackson.
“Long-Dive, targets locked. Confirmed live. Permission to fire?” His thumb was on the launch switch and he was going to fire the moment he had confirmation from his leader.
Lungfirst’s voice was mostly flat as he replied. “Long-Dive copies. Thanks for the breathing room. Looking forward to the specs too. Out.”
He was distracted by the task of assessing his current tactical options. So long as he was at such a low altitude he would be a big target for anti-aircraft weapons as well as vulnerable to attack from above. Also, his targeting cone for missile strikes against ground targets was reduced and he couldn’t use his forward missile launchers so long as he was at the back of the formation. He would have to climb as soon as any hostile force appeared in order to make full use of his weapons. Just when he finished his tactical analysis the Iron Jackson radioed his intent to descend and examine a convoy.
He pulled up and began to climb immediately.
With most planes, this action would weaken the formation and deprive them of fighting power. However, the Long-Dive had AA missile launchers pointed both fore and aft. As he climbed and accelerated above the formation the targeting cone of his rear launchers expanded to cover the other planes while the upward angle of his nose lifted his under-wing anti-ground missile launchers into a forward firing angle. And his forward launchers lifted to cover the formation’s 12-o-clock high.
His first instinct was to simply target the vehicles with AG missiles and take them out, but he wanted to wait till the group’s leader had achieved his stated objective. The other three planes were all designed to be able to effectively strafe. He continued to climb but acquired target locks on four vehicles in the convoy. He couldn’t be sure that they were carrying something volatile, but if any of them were, then the secondary explosions could take out some of the remaining vehicles. He waited until the planes that were going to strafe had completed a single run and were clear of the likely blast radius before confirming his targets were still operational and calling the Iron Jackson.
“Long-Dive, targets locked. Confirmed live. Permission to fire?” His thumb was on the launch switch and he was going to fire the moment he had confirmation from his leader.
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Skrik was fortunate. His method of searching paid off. But, it wasn’t ideal. He held very still and observed the situation and his prey. The path was heavily shadowed which gave him an advantage by making him harder to see. However, it was very narrow and that meant he only had one path he could follow without certainly alerting his prey. Then again, he could smell the horned rabbit. The wind was not strong but it was from the rabbit’s direction which meant that the rabbit couldn’t smell him.
Everything would come down to stealth and speed. But, Skrik didn’t like relying on that when he had yet to see how fast this beast could move. He could tell it’s primary method of motion was a forward jump and knew that its horn was its strongest obvious weapon. However, he also spotted claws on its feet. They weren’t as dangerous as the horn but they were a factor. The horned rabbit was clearly able to scamper and evade with sudden changes in direction and it was small enough to dodge right through the bushes that lined this trail.
He would only have one chance to get this right. He looked at himself again in his mind. He had reach and he knew he could be quiet. He had his poisoned knife. But, landing a knife strike would be difficult without alerting the rabbit. He had to guarantee the poison would get into the rabbit. That would give him a real chance to kill it efficiently.
He also had sharp teeth and sharp nails, almost claws now that he could compare the two structures.
He didn’t dare poison his teeth, that wouldn’t be… helpful. But, he should be able to apply poison on his nails. He silently moved his free hand back to where his store of numbing bark was and slipped his fingers inside, pressing them into the pulpy material until he could feel them become slick with the numbing oil. With his free hand poisoned and his knife ready, Skrik took an extra moment to observe the distance between him and the rabbit. He noted every twig and leaf on the path, anything that could make noise, and slowed his breathing to make it quieter.
Then he moved, as smoothly and as silently as he could, until he was close enough to catch the horned rabbit in mid-hop. He knew that it would probably move the instant after he did so he planned his strike to control its decisions. He lashed forward with his knife, aiming for the rabbit’s right-rear leg. However, he would simultaneously lunge forward with his left arm to grasp the rabbit’s body, just below the neck, with his poisoned nails as it hopped to the left, into an available open space from which it could even more easily escape. His nails were sharp enough to pierce its skin and he planned to poison it even as he pinned it for a killing blow from his knife to the area just below the head.
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Everything would come down to stealth and speed. But, Skrik didn’t like relying on that when he had yet to see how fast this beast could move. He could tell it’s primary method of motion was a forward jump and knew that its horn was its strongest obvious weapon. However, he also spotted claws on its feet. They weren’t as dangerous as the horn but they were a factor. The horned rabbit was clearly able to scamper and evade with sudden changes in direction and it was small enough to dodge right through the bushes that lined this trail.
He would only have one chance to get this right. He looked at himself again in his mind. He had reach and he knew he could be quiet. He had his poisoned knife. But, landing a knife strike would be difficult without alerting the rabbit. He had to guarantee the poison would get into the rabbit. That would give him a real chance to kill it efficiently.
He also had sharp teeth and sharp nails, almost claws now that he could compare the two structures.
He didn’t dare poison his teeth, that wouldn’t be… helpful. But, he should be able to apply poison on his nails. He silently moved his free hand back to where his store of numbing bark was and slipped his fingers inside, pressing them into the pulpy material until he could feel them become slick with the numbing oil. With his free hand poisoned and his knife ready, Skrik took an extra moment to observe the distance between him and the rabbit. He noted every twig and leaf on the path, anything that could make noise, and slowed his breathing to make it quieter.
Then he moved, as smoothly and as silently as he could, until he was close enough to catch the horned rabbit in mid-hop. He knew that it would probably move the instant after he did so he planned his strike to control its decisions. He lashed forward with his knife, aiming for the rabbit’s right-rear leg. However, he would simultaneously lunge forward with his left arm to grasp the rabbit’s body, just below the neck, with his poisoned nails as it hopped to the left, into an available open space from which it could even more easily escape. His nails were sharp enough to pierce its skin and he planned to poison it even as he pinned it for a killing blow from his knife to the area just below the head.
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