
| Adahlia | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "Easy Locke, I'm just playing with you.... but seriously don't take any unnecessary risks, every wounded soldier I have to look after is not only a soldier down, but cuts down on my time for guard duty too"

| Sam "Heavy" Jankins | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            "Let's see ... Some more branches here above the turret ... A couple of them over the front ... A few more into the ground to cover the tracks ... Maybe you could cut down a tree so it hangs over everything with your Chainsword Sgt?"
1d100 ⇒ 54
"Mhh, I dunno ... Still looks like a Chimera, doesn't it?
Anyway ... Do you want me on the Stubber or shooting with Berta, Sir? Also how about some dugholes in case we need to evac the Chimera and fall back? Just in case you know..."

| Sam "Heavy" Jankins | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            We have no night fighting gear so the sooner the better. He can try set some IEDs as long as our guys start the shootout. They can comm us as things get interesting... If he's ready by then good, otherwise no harm done...

| Sam "Heavy" Jankins | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Sam grins widely at that last comment from Adhalia. "You can sleep by my side, Adahlia. I will WATCH over you so you can take the sleep of the beauty AARGHS!"
Zora ended that pun with a decent kick to the ass of the high-grown man.

|  CrusaderWolf | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Tully Tech-Use vs 53: 1d100 ⇒ 23
Tully lays out an array of small tools and a sets to work threading wire through the pins of half a dozen frag grenades (retrieved from one of the boxes hauled out of the Valkyrie) to create trip-mines. 
Adahlia and Arrea move with passable stealth, sticking to the growing shadows of evening as they advance on the xeno-held compound. By contrast, Locke's approach would have been comic if it weren't so likely to get you killed--the same darkness that assisted the others seems to stymie the Stormtrooper as he trips over roots and stumbles through underbrush. He falls behind the other two soldiers, who reach the treeline and observe the xenos in the guard-towers. Behind Adahlia, the strap of Locke's hellgun snags on a branch, and with a growled curse he yanks on the weapon, shaking the young tree and sending a flock of birds squawking into the air.
The setting sun is casting long shadows, so +10 to any Stealth checks to hide. Once it hits full dark that's grow to +20

| Sam "Heavy" Jankins | 
 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            Sam prepares in his own way. He weights the frag rockets in the hand - like trying to decide which one of them is heavier or best balanced. Separating them into three groups of two he loads the launcher with the remaining one.
"Zora, Dear. I intend to remain in the turret, Bertha locked and loaded, hidden under some leafs on top. If they approach and the GO is given, we'll give 'em some hell. If they are tightly packed - you will have to reload Bertha ASAP and keep it up until we're down to a half. Then - or if they are spread afar, I'll spray some stubber fire over them."
 
	
 
     
     
     
	
 