Pretty sure that means @Eisenhorn will be up next then.
That is to say, Elfen left.
Maxx wont be here until Monday.
That is to say, Elfen left.
Maxx wont be here until Monday.
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Turuk Graak
Turuk was not impressed by the nature of the sleeping woman and her comrade, despite even his limited intelligence he knew too well not to overextend any sleep that was permitted...unless the wreath of the commissar was something you openly sought. "Hmm. Man should wake woman, no need be gentle. This war." He spoke slowly to the man, Turuk didn't normally judge others for their intelligence but the man seemed somewhat vacant mentally at least in the massive Ogryn's eyes. Turning his attention to the Commissar, Turuk gave a childish salute as the man passed by him through the cramped space of the chimera transport. It was his normal greeting to Viber, ever since they'd met all that time ago on Turuk's feral world, and ever since he'd saved the Commissar's life and unit from certain doom.
Tuur had other plans for the rest of the people in the chimera. He reckoned that the Commissar was an already guy, and made a point of not giving a murderous glare as the man passed by him. "So...guessin' we're more 'er less 'ere now. S'posin' 'ya should check 'ya gear n' whatnot." Tuur himself had already checked and then rechecked his own equipment several times. He'd even managed to 'procure' some supplies from the regiments back in the rear line bases, they wouldn't be missing it by any stretch. "Hey, Turuk, 'ye got 'yer stuff ready?"
Turuk immediately changed his attention to his comrade, and nodded at the question the man asked him. "I got it. All ready to go." Turuk have a massive toothy grin before hefting his, thankfully set to safety, shotgun. When the Sargent, one of the few groups of people Turuk actually knew something about, started to speak however the Ogryn gave attention. He didn't understand some of the words, but he knew enough that he should follow the Sargent and be one of the first. The 'little 'uns' wouldn't bring him if they wanted to be sneaky or didn't want something broke properly. "I follow." He managed, before the chimera driver spoke over the vehicle-based vox system and the hatch began to open.
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Turuk had sprinted out of the vehicle as fast as the cramped area and his bulk would allow, reaching cover in a speed that would have likely been seen as impossible for someone with shorter legs or a less monstrous musculature. He slammed against the patchwork of stone barricades just as the Orkoids made their presence known. "Da green-people!" Turuk bellowed with an immense shout.
Tuur had followed the same path as his oversized friend, running from the close confines of the transport and into the fresh air of the open topped outside. While slower, that gave him crucial seconds for his natural instincts (orders that he was too ignorant to hear more like) to kick in, as he scrambled to cover and hunkered down. "The green'uns are 'ere!" He bellowed upon seeing the Orks emerge from their hole.
Rising from cover, Turuk gave an incredibly pleased look as his over-sized lead-spewer spat out a thunderous barrage of leaden shot at the disorganised mob of boyz. For all his brutish nature, Turuk had always been a rather good shot, especially when the gun didn't exactly require any sort of real aiming. Several of his shots tore off massive chunks of muscular orkoid flesh while the sheer force pummeled bone into porcelain splinters, massive splatters of blood were blown across the open fields staining emerald grass and scorched earth with crimson ork vitae.
Among all the relative devastation, was Turuk, chuckling like a maniac.
Turuk was not impressed by the nature of the sleeping woman and her comrade, despite even his limited intelligence he knew too well not to overextend any sleep that was permitted...unless the wreath of the commissar was something you openly sought. "Hmm. Man should wake woman, no need be gentle. This war." He spoke slowly to the man, Turuk didn't normally judge others for their intelligence but the man seemed somewhat vacant mentally at least in the massive Ogryn's eyes. Turning his attention to the Commissar, Turuk gave a childish salute as the man passed by him through the cramped space of the chimera transport. It was his normal greeting to Viber, ever since they'd met all that time ago on Turuk's feral world, and ever since he'd saved the Commissar's life and unit from certain doom.
Tuur had other plans for the rest of the people in the chimera. He reckoned that the Commissar was an already guy, and made a point of not giving a murderous glare as the man passed by him. "So...guessin' we're more 'er less 'ere now. S'posin' 'ya should check 'ya gear n' whatnot." Tuur himself had already checked and then rechecked his own equipment several times. He'd even managed to 'procure' some supplies from the regiments back in the rear line bases, they wouldn't be missing it by any stretch. "Hey, Turuk, 'ye got 'yer stuff ready?"
Turuk immediately changed his attention to his comrade, and nodded at the question the man asked him. "I got it. All ready to go." Turuk have a massive toothy grin before hefting his, thankfully set to safety, shotgun. When the Sargent, one of the few groups of people Turuk actually knew something about, started to speak however the Ogryn gave attention. He didn't understand some of the words, but he knew enough that he should follow the Sargent and be one of the first. The 'little 'uns' wouldn't bring him if they wanted to be sneaky or didn't want something broke properly. "I follow." He managed, before the chimera driver spoke over the vehicle-based vox system and the hatch began to open.
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Turuk had sprinted out of the vehicle as fast as the cramped area and his bulk would allow, reaching cover in a speed that would have likely been seen as impossible for someone with shorter legs or a less monstrous musculature. He slammed against the patchwork of stone barricades just as the Orkoids made their presence known. "Da green-people!" Turuk bellowed with an immense shout.
Tuur had followed the same path as his oversized friend, running from the close confines of the transport and into the fresh air of the open topped outside. While slower, that gave him crucial seconds for his natural instincts (orders that he was too ignorant to hear more like) to kick in, as he scrambled to cover and hunkered down. "The green'uns are 'ere!" He bellowed upon seeing the Orks emerge from their hole.
Rising from cover, Turuk gave an incredibly pleased look as his over-sized lead-spewer spat out a thunderous barrage of leaden shot at the disorganised mob of boyz. For all his brutish nature, Turuk had always been a rather good shot, especially when the gun didn't exactly require any sort of real aiming. Several of his shots tore off massive chunks of muscular orkoid flesh while the sheer force pummeled bone into porcelain splinters, massive splatters of blood were blown across the open fields staining emerald grass and scorched earth with crimson ork vitae.
Among all the relative devastation, was Turuk, chuckling like a maniac.
@Natsucooldude
I'll start
So, the turn.
Free Action: Comrade Order: Take Cover! - Comrade hunkers down and tries to not take a bullet for the EMPRAH.
puu.sh/ocfuw/ec732735f6.png
Half Action: Standard Attack: 1 Ranged attack at +10BS.
Needs 50 or less to hit.
Hits.
Half Action: Full Auto: 6 Ripper Shots at -10BS.
puu.sh/ocfC6/b2f53a8dfb.png
Needs 30 or less to hit.
3 Hits.
4 Hits in total.
Rolling four damage dice: 1d10+8
puu.sh/ocfMW/b126f858bd.png
9 - 10 - 10 - 10
18 Dmg
18 Dmg
18 Dmg
17 Dmg
I'll start
So, the turn.
Free Action: Comrade Order: Take Cover! - Comrade hunkers down and tries to not take a bullet for the EMPRAH.
puu.sh/ocfuw/ec732735f6.png
Half Action: Standard Attack: 1 Ranged attack at +10BS.
Needs 50 or less to hit.
Hits.
Half Action: Full Auto: 6 Ripper Shots at -10BS.
puu.sh/ocfC6/b2f53a8dfb.png
Needs 30 or less to hit.
3 Hits.
4 Hits in total.
Rolling four damage dice: 1d10+8
puu.sh/ocfMW/b126f858bd.png
9 - 10 - 10 - 10
18 Dmg
18 Dmg
18 Dmg
17 Dmg
@MaxxRocker May not be in his town until Monday this coming week, so maybe it would be best to carry on this combat without him, or with him being under GM control for the duration of the combat only (I imagine just have him shoot from cover with his bolt pistol - good quality grade.)
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Kurt was now even more unamused than he had been previously with the group. Squabbling like children was one thing, but outright shooting at each other was utter madness. Had he the voice to say it, he would have called them both morons for their complete lack of camaraderie or at least lack of discipline when it came to shooting their own allies...and now they seemed to be fist fighting...
Letting loose what would amount to sigh, Kurt began to walk closer to the pair. Entrenching tool in hand he tried to make some manner of gesture that would make them stop, or at least consider their actions. Though the action he chose was perhaps, insulting, raising his hand to each of them like some one would do in a panicked situation against a large predatory animal. It was a minor effort however, perhaps they'd listen to some sorts of reason...lest death come. If all else failed, a swift blow with an entrenching tool would do the job of any punch and then some.
Letting loose what would amount to sigh, Kurt began to walk closer to the pair. Entrenching tool in hand he tried to make some manner of gesture that would make them stop, or at least consider their actions. Though the action he chose was perhaps, insulting, raising his hand to each of them like some one would do in a panicked situation against a large predatory animal. It was a minor effort however, perhaps they'd listen to some sorts of reason...lest death come. If all else failed, a swift blow with an entrenching tool would do the job of any punch and then some.
So what's our turn order? Or are we doing away with that all?
If so: puu.sh/oaJCe/27a178a2b8.png
That's an 8+3 = 11
If so: puu.sh/oaJCe/27a178a2b8.png
That's an 8+3 = 11
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Kurt was far more occupied with the current nature of the situation than any sorts of material gains. He saw their survival as a unit as the overall goal here, whether they succeeded in the mission or not, dead soldiers made for failed orders as it was. As such, he spent most of his time gazing out over the likely routes where enemies could well be coming from. Surprisingly many, though there seemed to be ample enough cover...maybe not for the super mutant, but enough nonetheless.
Clutching his rifle, he listed in to the conversation between the rigger and the, ex-ranger? Kurt still needed to ask the woman in some way if she was still an actual member of what remained of the NCR or not, he had no great love for the nation but they could be useful in a pinch. His vigil done for the time being, he walked with all the grace of a stiffened robot to the caravan, stopping just short when he saw the situation between the ranger and rigger go from slightly agitated to seeming hostilities.
Kurt hadn't wanted to pick sides, they were after all supposed to be on the same side as it currently was. Perhaps these people were weak? Maybe they were suffering from some sort of disease. He would have to test them for either once this event blew over. He certainly couldn't tell why they were fighting.
Keeping the rifle in hand and ready, he kept watch as the two had their moment.
Clutching his rifle, he listed in to the conversation between the rigger and the, ex-ranger? Kurt still needed to ask the woman in some way if she was still an actual member of what remained of the NCR or not, he had no great love for the nation but they could be useful in a pinch. His vigil done for the time being, he walked with all the grace of a stiffened robot to the caravan, stopping just short when he saw the situation between the ranger and rigger go from slightly agitated to seeming hostilities.
Kurt hadn't wanted to pick sides, they were after all supposed to be on the same side as it currently was. Perhaps these people were weak? Maybe they were suffering from some sort of disease. He would have to test them for either once this event blew over. He certainly couldn't tell why they were fighting.
Keeping the rifle in hand and ready, he kept watch as the two had their moment.
Hey, @Moonman are you posting soon?
If, however, Iggies have some how managed to survive, I'd like to join.
Well, the WAAAGH is barely underway. Merely skirmishes and minor battles up to now. Do not think us a lone squad by the way, this is a prosperous civilized world with billions of people and millions of guardsmen and tanks ready to defend it. So, really, for a while we wont be either out-manned or out-gunned.
No doubt that'll chance soon....
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Kurt hadn't gone much on the fight. He already knew too well that explosives and their applications were many and varied, but he never expected them to be so effective against the Brotherhood. He'd make a note of thanking the sapper for the indirect method of passing on the skills shown today. Though there was still the issue of the traders and their caravan...
As imposing as he had any right, as a mute in a gas mask wearing a trench coat, he kept a good field of fire and dependable cover nearby. Though the civilians seemed peaceful enough, so much so as to cower in fear. Had he the ability to laugh he would've done, in Texas the caravan runner was just as likely to surrender as he was to pull a shotgun from some concealed section of the caravan. Kurt wasn't buying the peaceful act fully, not yet.
Looking over at his comrades, he made a hand gesture to them to see if it was worth taking anything from the...remnants, of the knights. He also made a gesture to ask if it was actually safe down there, since he wouldn't be getting too close.
As imposing as he had any right, as a mute in a gas mask wearing a trench coat, he kept a good field of fire and dependable cover nearby. Though the civilians seemed peaceful enough, so much so as to cower in fear. Had he the ability to laugh he would've done, in Texas the caravan runner was just as likely to surrender as he was to pull a shotgun from some concealed section of the caravan. Kurt wasn't buying the peaceful act fully, not yet.
Looking over at his comrades, he made a hand gesture to them to see if it was worth taking anything from the...remnants, of the knights. He also made a gesture to ask if it was actually safe down there, since he wouldn't be getting too close.
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