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Game Master Swordwhale

parry, target 25: 1d100 ⇒ 82
2pen means I take 14. I'm still fine. 2 wounds left before I go critical
WS base 35
All out attack +30
Gas -10
attack, target 55: 1d100 ⇒ 49
impact damage: 1d10 + 2 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 6 = 9

Thud takes the hit in the chest and amazingly stays on his feet. Not only that, but he takes his Shredder by the barrel and clocks the Ork in return! He roars again, Everybody out! NOW!
Notch realizes that he's no good shooting into melee and falls back out of the door to the bunker.

Notch starts to leave, stops, then turns and draws a blade. He charges the Kommando with a roar of his own!

Target now 65. 1DoS

Since I'm stunned for a round, only half-move and half-action for me!

Faye, despite having been knocked off her feet in a literal, non-romantic way, resists breathing in and gagging on any of the gas. While the rest of her squad does what they have to do to not die and/or kill the Ork Kommandos, she crawls toward her bundle of gear to fetch her chainsword.

Unless I can put in the rebreather/filtration plugs, etc, in before grabbing my chainsword, I'll do that. If I can do one but not the other, rebreather > chainsword.

"Gas Grenade in the bunker Kail, watch your fire, we're getting out of here!"
And she looks around the room from her position to see if anyone is in trouble that doesn't directly involve the Ork Kommandos.

As the ogryn's bellows echo tinnily from the interior of the bunker, Ashora swears and moves as swiftly as she can towards the bunker door, thick banks of snow crumbling and she and Malchior push through.

8 meters towards bunker door. You just need to make it one more round guys!

Toughness: 1d100 ⇒ 27
Celephix recovers somewhat, the seals of her mask re-locking themselves and sucking the toxic gas away.

She attempts to exit the bunker and looks for cover. Conscious of the amount of damage her body has taken. [ooc]Assuming the Ork(s) aren't covering the exit.

End of Round 2:

The beat up between the Kommando and the squads Ogryn continues, but the Ork's attack was seemingly stronger than that of the Ogryn. Faye shouts a warning to Ashora then quickly pushes the filtration plugs out of her jacket and into her noise to cancel out the worst of the gas bomb, her movements sluggy and slow from the pain a finger-sized metal fragment in her left leg causes her.
Celephix gets her breathing back to normal as her rebreather kicks in and tries to get past the ever bigger melee near the bunker door. The melee really takes place just beyond the door, so it would be dangerous to try to pass it at the moment. The other Ork is currently out of sight for you. Last time you saw him flying away from the force of Thud'dr's shotgun-to-face action...
With a "For the Emperor!" the one standing Storm Trooper crosses the heap of coughing bodies and tries to attack the Ork but misses him by half a meter cutting himself deep into the leg with a horrible crunching noise causing the Kommando to laugh out loud with his deep, alien voice. Nevertheless you are outnumbering the Kommando 3-1, making all melee attack against him +20

Start of Round 3:

Inside the bunker, the Kommando is looking around at his increasing number of enemies and pulls out another grenade, dual-wielding it together with his choppa - laughing loud as he attacks.
"Oii mor 'ummis fer me to smosh! 'ake sum of dis!"

"Oh sweet mother of--the other Chimera!"

Ashora whirls away from the bunkers, sighting down her scope to check on Doombringer in the fear that it might be about to go up in flames as well.

Perception vs 30: 1d100 ⇒ 7

If she sees any xenos she'll shoot them. If not, she'll turn her attention back to orks by Sledgehammer

WS base 35
All out attack +30
Gas -10
Gang up +30
attack, target 85: 1d100 ⇒ 92
SERIOUSLY!?

Thud appears to be suffering from the beating he has taken and his swing goes wide. Still, he faces the Kommando without fear, shouting his own challenge in his own language.
Я сломаю тебя на куски, Орк мразь!

If there's no way past it is there space to engage it in melee?

Willpower again: 1d100 ⇒ 94
The mount of blankets that is currently Leni keeps coughing wildly

Stun counter: 3/4

@Cel: Yup, you can engage in melee with it as well.

If the handoff hasn't actually concluded I'll pop 'im. I'm probably within 75m yes? Do they count as aware of me?

Faye, now no longer needing to hold her breath, tries to rapidly see to her squadmates as fast as possible so she can help Thud and the others out.

First, she'll head over to Leni who's still suffocating and help her get her plugs in so that the medic can properly see to the other squaddies who need help.

That should more or less take up my move (standing up and getting over to Leni) and action (looking for her plugs and shoving them down her nostrils after getting her out from under her blanket fort and/or helping her up if possible).

"C'mon Leni! Get yourself together! Get the others up and outta here! We've got Kommandos!" She shouts, grinding her teeth in pain from the shrapnel in her leg.

I'm not sure if we could hear Sledgehammer exploding from in here, can we?

"Sledgehammer's gone, Sarge. There's orks on Doombringer too."

There was no time to think, no time to feel the cold or be afraid--if she didn't act now the xenos would finish planting their mine or whatever it was. She zeroes in on the damnable green creature kneeling by the vehicle and squeezes the trigger.

BS47 +30 Unaware, +10 Single, +10 short range, +10 scope, +5 comrade
BS vs 107: 1d100 ⇒ 37 7 DoS Damage: 3d10 + 5 ⇒ (5, 10, 3) + 5 = 23 Sub the 3 for 7

27E Pen2, Pinning Test if it survives Righteous Fury!: 1d5 ⇒ 3

Celephix screeches as she moves towards the ork, an unnatural sound as her vox unit tries to process her cry of rage and pain.

Main attack - manipulator mechadendrite 33WS -10(fatigue) +XX Gang up Bonus (at least +10, maybe more)?

Attack: 1d100 ⇒ 26 dmg: 1d10 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 3 = 12 I dmg

The massive manipulator arm swings towards the Ork's stomach.

End of Round 3:
Faye storms into the gas cloud, pulling Leni to her feet, handing the medic her filtration plugs and calling the soldiers to leave ASAP. Meanwhile Celephix joins in the chaotic melee around the commando, landing a blow on the Ork.
The squad's sniper takes a reflex shot at the Kommandos swarming Doombringer, hitting the left leg of the creature, sending it immediately to the ground with a burning hole in the leg.

Start of Round 4:
The Kommando is looking worried - if a nearly 2m high, muscled and armed creature with giant teeth can looks worried - at the increasing number of enemies, receiving hits from every angle. After a moment, its worried looks turn into a wide grin and he let go of his Choppa, he pulls some scrap metal from the grenade and grabs for another one in his belt!
"Ya fink ya grotz can mosh Froat-Slica?! Harharar me not fink so! Ya all comin wif me!!"
The freaking Ork just pulled the pin from his grenade!

Everyone engaged in melee with it can try to get away from him with a dodge +30 (it is obvious what he is going to do and he even said what he is going to do after all!). Another way to prevent being blown up is to try and shove the Ork out of the bunker, this is an opposed strength test (assistance allowed). You would have to get 3+ DoS to shove him 3m away - the blast radius of the explosion, or come up with another idea and sell me on it.

BOOOM!: 3d10 + 5 ⇒ (4, 9, 9) + 5 = 27 Pen:2, Blast (3) 1d10 ⇒ 7 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Stormtrooper Dodge 45+30: 1d100 ⇒ 29
The old Stormtrooper rolls away with a shocked expression then the Ork explodes with a vibrating BOOM!SPLOTZ! drenching the most part of the bunker in its blood, fragments of his equipment fly like fragments through the bunker hitting anyone within 7m for 4 Impact damage This at least should not be dangerous to anyone I guess.

str, 61: 1d100 ⇒ 77
Now seems like an appropriate time to Re-roll
str, 61: 1d100 ⇒ 10

Most people would run from a live grenade.
Ogryn are not most people. Thud immediately charges the Ork and attemps to toss the offending fungus from the bunker!

4 Damage means I have taken 2 critical damage. I'll assume it's to the body. Therefore, assuming I succeed, I get the breath knocked out of me and I am knocked prone. I also gain a level of fatigue. If this fails I will take 23 damage total and likely die. I'm asks carrying a bunch of grenades and ammo do I may kill everyone else too.

Note you get another DoS from unnatural Strength, and beeing one size category larger than your enemy! So you just rolled 7 DoS which a damn good start!

Where brute forces clash and decide the fates of lesser men 46: 1d100 ⇒ 12 Now this are 3 DoS from the Ork, which make a total of 4 DoS for you Thud'dr!

With a feat of strength unheard of, the Ogryn charges the suicidal Ork, lifts him off the ground and throws him out of the bunker like a unwanted toy. The Ork falls to the ground just beside his still unconscious comrade. For a split second you are able to see the surprised look on its face as he tries to understand what just happened to him ... then he just evaporates in the explosion of multiple Ork-sized grenades, taking his comrade with him, splattering a good size of the trenches with gore an blood.

Your totally good, Thud'dr! You have a Toughness Bonus of 6, which neatly absorbs those pathetic 4 Impact damage like a sting of a fly. That was one hell of a reroll if I may say so!

Thud takes the fleshy pelting with arms held wide. A primal roar of triumph echoes through the trenches.

Leni grabs the filtration plugs an puts them in.
Toughness + 20 -> 45: 1d100 ⇒ 49 Not an actual dice roll because I miss posted into discussion at first, copied over from there.
She starts breathing a little easier but still is not able to move right away

Looks like RNGesus decided that I have to sit this one out no matter what, sigh -> Stunned Rounds: 4/4 at least it ends with this one.

"This is Private Kail, if anyone's still in Doombringer GET THE HELL OUT!! You've got xenos planting some sort of explosive!"

Snapping off a shot at the visible ork, Ashora lunges forward through the snow to try to get an angle on the one under the Chimera. I have no idea how long it might take to affix that bomb...oh Emperor, please let me be in time...

BS47 +10 Single, +10 Scope, +10 Short Range, +5 Comrade
BS vs 82: 1d100 ⇒ 45 4 DoS Damage: 2d10 + 5 ⇒ (4, 6) + 5 = 15 15E Pen2

12/40 "shots" expended

About to aid the mighty Ogryn, Celephix quickly realises she'd be more hindrance than help as he hurls the xenos several meters away.

She looks around the bunker for anyone still suffering the effects of the gas, and hauls them out into the cold air outside.

Seeing Leni on her feet and not choking to death, Faye quickly gets to the vox to bring the Commissar up to speed in a very hurried and speed-slurred speech:
"Commissar Yeta! This is Sergeant Marbray reporting in! We've had a chemical gas attack at our bunker but all hands are still up and accounted for sir! Kommandos in our bunker..." boom from the Ork Thud threw away"Have been taken care of. Will swing around if needed to clear out the orks on the southern side once we've secured our position, sir!"

She then 'sheathes' her chainsword at her belt and readies her lasgun as she joins the others at the bunker door/outside before issuing orders on the squads vox channel:
"Alright, listen up, Sledgehammer is down for the count and Commissar Yeta's unit got hit hard. First things first, we clear out our section before anything else. 'Phix, take [the stormtroopers] and [half of the currently-nameless standard guardsmen] and see to Doombringer, we'll want her guns in this. [Flamers], you're with Thud, me, Leni and [the other half of the nameless standard guardsmen] we're going to be securing the perimeter and putting down any Greenskins. Kail, you're on overwatch support."

names in brackets are because I either don't remember how many we are and/or if they've been given names and am currently unable to find posts that mention the squad compositions but I know its been posted before >_<

Also, Leni, I definitely feel ya D:

Celephix nods her affirmation and advances towards the Doombringer, trying to ignore the aches and pains that writhe through her organic components.

Yeah, those grunts do not have names atm. If you like, feel free to come up with names on-the-fly for a better IC-feeling. I am lazy on NPC names :-)
Even the Commissar just got his name in that last post^^

End of Round 4:

"Good to hear you're still there, Marbray. Sledgehammer is lost as far as I can tell. I am down to the Ogryns, the Witch and the priest. Maybe a few of the others may be saved by your medic, but we must kill those Kommandos first! Heading your way now with everyone still standing. Yetta out!"

A few seconds after Ashoras warning (and killing of the wounded Kommando), the vox explodes in fearful cries from multiple men fearing for their lives, one voice you do not recognize over all the background noise gets understandable. "The ramp does not open!! Its blocked from the outside!! HELP US!! LET US OUT!!!"
Then you hear the engine of Doombringer kicking in and the Chimera starts to roll back, causing a sickening CRUNSH as its tracks reduce the Kommando underneath to red pudding. Its searchlight is turned on, killing the nightvision of anyone looking in its average direction for the next two rounds, and starts to circle obviously in the search for other enemies ...

Meanwhile the Guardsmen of the 1st and 2nd evacuates the bunker, where the gas cloud slowly starts to fade, reaching the fresh air of the trenches and gasping it in like a near-drowned man, looking at the pool of gore and blood - that were two Orks just moments before - in disgust and hatred.

Start of Round 5:

Thud is in no position to take additional damage, so he moves out through the trenches with the flamers to meet the boss commysar. Even in his wounded state he's still the most durable of them all. On the other hand, one does not advance in front of a flamer, so he's not on point for once.

What are you doing? Stop! Throw the Chimera in reverse! 'Phix, I'm not seeing the Orks' bomb on the ground, it might still be attached to her belly!

Are there any other visible conflicts? Will scan the orkish hills for enemy movements in case this is a prelude for an assault.

Awareness vs 30: 1d100 ⇒ 40

Leni takes a deep breath and burrows out of her blanket mountain, grabbing her armor, Lasgun and medpack and rushes to follow Faye, just sparing a passing glance to make sure Aubray is following as well.

"Roger that, sir!" she replies to the Commissar. "Alright, Commissars squad was hit hard, just him, their witch, priest and Ogryns left. Looks like they're headed our way so we might be able to pincer the remaining Kommandos. Watch your fire, we don't want to risk any friendly fire especially with the Commissar." She relays to the squad.

Awareness to find Orks: 1d100 ⇒ 93
Faye is blinded by the snow and distracted by the pain in her legs to concentrate on finding any enemies.

Leni will grab Faye, then Choon and give them first aid the moment they hit the trenches - even before putting on her own armor.
Not sure how long this will take in rounds so throwing this out now and gonna wait until I get the "you're done" for the next actions, probably going to write some fluffy text for each round it takes tho =3

First Aid:
Int: 58
Medkit: +20
Help by an assistant trained in medicae: +10
= 88

First Aid on Faye -20 for 2 critical damage: 1d100 ⇒ 61 Using a fate point here, we need a more intact nco
First Aid on Faye -20 for 2 cricitcal damage: 1d100 ⇒ 37 -> 3 DoS +8hp so crit damage removed and +6hp
First Aid on Choon: 1d100 ⇒ 6 -> 8 DoS +13hp

That will put me at 15/29. I shall await the fluff to respond properly.

Can we reach the Doombringer this round?
'phix up's her pace and as soon as she's close enough drops to the ground to check Doombringer's belly for any nasty bombs.
If she sees anything she'll try and grab it with her manipulator (it's got a reach of 1.5m, which isn't far, but further than her arms) and toss it away

So back up to 6 wounds for me.

"Thanks Leni." Faye grunts as she gets back on her feet.

Going to take a few more rounds until you get back to the 6 wounds. Current rounds was my first post -> only grabbing stuff and following you out. First aid will start in fluff once we hit round 6, just getting the rolls out of the way =3

With her pressing attitude, Leni holds triage just outside the bunker in a makeshift shelter made from two ponchos she required from two guards, taking care of Faye and Thud'dr severe wounds.
Celephix meanwhile makes her way to Doombringer through the deep snow in what seems like ages, hoping hard to not be late... And she manages to reach Doombringer in time, let herself fall into the snow and quickly discovers and removes a bundle of those lethal Ork grenades from the belly of the Chimera with her utility servo arm. The thing is a affront to the Omnissiah, all scrap metal, old wood, plain wires, blinking lights and a big clock like disk in the middle with a long red painted metal stick moving over its surface towards a yellow mark with a skull. You can make out ominous ticking...
Ashora scans the surrounding, providing cover for Celephix as she closes with the squads chimera. There are currently no enemies or further fighting in sight.

That should cover it. Were out of initiative atm, but Celephix has a major time constraint in her servo arm right now... Tossing it may be both difficult and dangerous as it is really heavy and you are quite sure you cannot throw it far enough to be out of its explosive range. That thing weights at least 10kg and from painful experience you know that even one of the grenades as a blast radius of 3m. A quick calculation gives you a expected danger area of 5-9m and you're quite sure you cannot throw this unwieldy thing that far...

Sorry for the slow pace. First big exam today, next coming on Friday. This probably is all I can get up - besides small ooc comments on questions - until Friday. But you should have some IC stuff to do now, so ... Entertain yourself a bit? ;-)

Okay so writing up the fluff for the medicing in one go, yay ^^

Leni grabs Faye by the collar of her armor as soon as Faye, Thud'dr, Leni and the rest of the group hit the trenches: "Alright big girl you have exactly 10 seconds to organize your merry band of soldiers while I set up something to fix up that bloody mess that is currently pretending to be your legs" letting go of her she is already heading for the corners of the trench with enough room for treatment but shouts back: "Yo Notch, the big dopey one is up after sarge. Make sure to be on time. Doc doesn't like when appointments don't show up."

With that she gets to work in the trench corner - she uses her own uniform jacket as blanket against the mud and props up the front and the back of her armor against each other so they form a windshield against the incoming snow - not much but big enough to shield the critical legs from the storm.

The procedure is done quickly and professionally - she picks out the pieces of armor, clothing and shrapnel that got stuck in the wounds but didn't go too deep to reach without cutting, then she disinfects the wounds thoroughly - this part stings like a b%~%!, you're pretty damn sure Leni did something to the disinfectant - and lastly puts a bandage over it tightly but not tight enough to actually hurt or get in the way

"That'll keep you in one piece for now but make sure not to walk into another one of those or you can kiss your Legs goodbye. NOTCH, WHERE'S THAT PATIENT YOU OWE ME?"

Looking over Thud'drs wounds she shakes her head: "Wow. Just wow. Seriously no more walking in mine fields for ANYONE in this squad until you guys get some more nut protection. Also I suggest not walking into large sharp things especially when wielded by big green ugly things."
She takes out the big pliers to get out the stuff from Thud'drs wounds, then disinfects them before using a stapler the fix the chest wound quickly. Then she takes time in bandaging everything.

Celephix looks at the crude explosive quickly running simulations though her mind. Two possible options come to light. Either hurl the explosive at the front of Doombringer, hoping that it's superior front armour can take the blast, or find a way to disarm the explosive. Either has risk, and in her current condition either could likely terminate her existence.

Deciding on disabling as the best option Celephix analyses the device for ways to disable.
Given it's Ork-tech, I think this will either be impossible, or will have an obvious big red on-off switch - or that you can just push the clock-hand back to buy more time, but I'll roll tech-use anyway

Tech Use(44): 1d100 ⇒ 70

This is all assuming there's not any convenient nearby reinforced bucket's, sinkholes or other containers that will contain the explosion somewhat

Maybe use a Fate Point to reroll?

In order of occurrence:

"Whoa, hey, easy there Doc..."sighs, then gets on the vox channel"Commissar Yeta, Sergeant Marbray reporting! Our location is clear and secure as far as we can tell. Private Kail will be taking temporary relief as our medic sees to getting these Stikk Bomb fragments out of my legs." while she's being dragged along to a more dubiously sterile location by Leni.

As she winces and grunts as Leni works on her thankfully still functional legs, she tries to pay as much attention to any vox communications that are going on and once done just thanks the doc "Well, Doc, seeing as I'm not one for intentionally jumping onto explosives, it's definitely on my 'things not to do' list."

When the doc yells for Thud via Notch you can hear Notch outside doing his best to coax the Ogryn into treatment. He gets so frustrated that he switches to normal Gothic. You just took a grenade to the legs, an ax you the chest and, after that, tossed the Ork wielding it away like so much trash, and you say you're scared of her yelling!? Seriously?!
There are a couple heated exchanges in Ogryn then Notch falls back into Gothic again, You will go in, needless or no! Now move!
A second later Thud stumbles into the treatment area looking terrified. He emerges after treatment looking healthier and very relieved to be away from the makeshift triage tent.

"Deconstruct, yes, minimise blast, chance of surviving increases."
Celephix begins to deconstruct the device,
Can I spend a fate point first to recover 1d5 wounds?Fate: 1d5 ⇒ 1
Tech Use(44+30=74): 1d100 ⇒ 18
Tech Use(44+30=74): 1d100 ⇒ 35

Presume this is going to need a check to throw it away
Hurl(Str35): 1d100 ⇒ 60 Not sure if Manipulator has enough agility to leverage its +20 Str bonus
If that's not enough will Fate to re-roll
Hurl(Str35): 1d100 ⇒ 99 Fate Re-roll
Oh dear... Double checking fate rules you can't re-roll more than once...

No Strength test to throw. Go with the standard grenade rules for throwing, but your max range is reduces to SBx2 instead x3. Depending on the BS test to throwing, and the follow up scatter roll, it may get dangerous (or not). So take back that second FP and try again.

BS(36): 1d100 ⇒ 20 That's better!

Good thing. Feel free to describe it yourself. You can throw it 3x2=6m. The remaining explosives have a 4m Blast radius so you're out of trouble.
You have two heavy Ork grenades left, which are still usable if you want to. They pack a better punch than yours but are heavier and somewhat awkward to throw, so the effective range drops to 2xSB.

Celephis frantically disassembles the crude device, chanting litanies to the great machine spirit, as she doubts that whatever spirits may possess this Xenos tech will listen.
Stripping out two of the bound grenades, she notes the timer about to blow and hurls the device away from herself (and Doombringer), diving to the ground as she does so.

The explosion blasts up frost and ground a few metres away, and 'phis rolls back over. "Doombringer is all clear. If there are no further urgent threats I would like to request medical assistance."

Leni taps her micro bead "Can you get your metal ass in line or do I have to drag you back to the trench?"

"I am on my way..." Celephix heaves herself back to her feet. And returns back to the improvised medical tent.

Leni continues to vox while she gets ready for a hearty welcome for Celephix: "Sarge, I heard something about work for me at the other group when you voxed them, any news on that?"

First Aid vs 88: 1d100 ⇒ 74 1DoS so only 6Hp returned
Leni looks over Phix and sighs: "For one of those logic maniacs you sure as hell didn't do an any more _logical_ job of getting out of the harms f%&!ing way. Oh well this will be new, bit of a crossover between actual first aid and a mechanical puzzle. Been a while since I did one of those let's see how well I still do."

Despite the bickering she does just as she did with the other two: strip the clothes around the impacts, remove any shrapnel and especially any clothing caught in the wound before disinfecting them and applying a bandage.

Afterwards there should be our old Stormtrooper in line to get patched up:
First Aid vs 88: 1d100 ⇒ 76 1DoS, 6Hp again.