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Game Master Swordwhale

added a quick scribble map to the usual location.
Maybe that helps until I get a better one.

That does help, thanks!

Taking a quick look around and taking in the ensueing madness Leni utters a single word: "Frakk."
She finds herself suddenly alone, as Thudd went off to supress the nades and all orks salivating to murder a whole group. So instead of getting into cover she lets her Lasgun fall from her hands, into its strap. She takes out her camo cloak and does her best impression of being a part of the room.
Stealth + 20 vs 48: 1d100 ⇒ 3 5 DoS
Clutching the medikit she thinks Work's coming. Ignore me and let me do my stuff... Xenos scum

Free action: drop weapon
Half Action: Draw(Put on camou cloak)
Half Action: Hide(Stealth)

"Get into position and then open fire on the Orks with the big guns, don't let them fire!"

If they obey orders, we might still be able to salvage this, stop the ground orks from overwhelming us, take out the ones with fire support, our snipers taking out the top ones...
By the emperor, we can do this!

Endurance gives Unnatural Toughness and Unnatural Strength equal to 1/2 the Psy Rating used, rounded up. In this case it is Unnatural Toughness(2) and Unnatural Strength(2).

8 damage taken, Bleed(1.2).

As the rain of sharp and fragmented crystals rain down on Krish, most of the impacts shatter on his metallic skin. Enough strike true, though, that he is bloody and bleeding when it is all over.

Cover: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Leaving bloody footprints behind, Krish limps swiftly into some nearby cover, cursing his luck as all he finds is a broken bookshelf. As he settles into cover and takes out his medkit, he speaks coolly over the vox, <Medic Tivnan, I have sustained injury and would appreciate your guidance in stopping the bleeding.>

Hearing her vox crackle Leni taps the bead to start sending while she tries to hide. Thankfully all the racket around should hide her voice even if she should talk too loud.
"Alright. Inner tight is a bad spot. Take something hard and press it between your legs above the bleeding to stem it. Just don't get your nuts cracked by it. Then use a proper pressure bandage for a lasting triage. For the embeded stuff: leave it in. pad it with cloth, then apply a bandage above that. Leave the rest for now, we'll look after that after we're done."
Your success value seems off. You use Lenis medicae+10 and get +20 from the medkit vs -10 to stop bleeding

Ah, I misinterpreted the wording. I rolled as if you were rolling, but with a -10. And didn't notice the +10 to skill. AND forgot the +20 for the medkit... So using my Int it is vs a 52 for 4 DoS.

Last Call for Lucky and Ashora.
Will move us in a couple of hours of time.

Combat Round 1:
Thud'dr: Hurries to fireteam #1 and Lucky, hurling his massive body onto two of the grenades! One can only guess whether the Ogryn believes in the absolute protection of his shield, his body or the Emperor above all.
Leni: Does not want to have anything to do with the onrushing Orks and vanishes from casual glance under her cloak, whispering short, helpful advice to Krish …
Simmins: Bleeding profoundly, he and Court slam down the Stubber onto an overthrown wooden desk.
Cormaeg: Rushes to Captain Martins' side, barking orders to the ad-hoc fighting force. He reaches her side and together they are able to push the shelf away, but cannot lift it high enough to spare the captain's leg more trouble…
Krish: Stomps into cover and stops the bleeding he suffered.
Lucky: 1d100 ⇒ 181d100 ⇒ 15 Hears the shout of Thud'dr and is on the verge of ducking low, but caughts a glance of one of the explosives rolling away from the other two. Too far away for the Ogryn to possible shut down all three of them but still too close for comfort... With a snarl (or maybe a shout, who can tell with someone having such a thick accent?) the trooper jumps towards the deadly devices and gives it a hearty kick ... 1d8 ⇒ 3 the grenade flies off towards the north-east, where it slams against the hight shelf the Ork-Gunners have been hiding from sight and ... 1d8 ⇒ 8 ricochets off towards the north-east of the shelf, where it lands in an abandoned corridor. You may begin to suspect where his nickname comes from ...
Ashora: Hurries into cover and sets up the enormous sniper gun.
Fireteam #1: Scatters in the face of so many explosives around, only one man in the ragged uniform of the local PDF stands firm and fires a single shot at the charging Ork mob, scoring a solid hit at the chest of the foremost Ork.
Cpt. Martins: Yelps in pain as she tries to get up after being freed by Cormaeg. Clearly her leg is unable to support her. She grimaces and produces a frag greande …
Fireteam #2: Finds cover and opens fire at the charging mob, scoring three hits in total, most of the salvo is slightly off target as they have to fire over the heads of team #3.
Fireteam #3: Already in cover, they reappear and fire at the close-by mob on full-auto. There really is no missing at this range and their fire takes down four Orks.
Fireteam #4:
Orks #1:
Orks #2:
Orks #3:
Orks #4:
Time is running out.Will resolve the rest asap.

Combat Round 2 (end):
Thud'dr: Hurries to fireteam #1 and Lucky, hurling his massive body onto two of the grenades! One can only guess whether the Ogryn believes in the absolute protection of his shield, his body or the Emperor above all.
Leni: Does not want to have anything to do with the onrushing Orks and vanishes from casual glance under her cloak, whispering short, helpful advice to Krish …
Simmins: Bleeding profoundly, he and Court slam down the Stubber onto an overthrown wooden desk.
Cormaeg: Rushes to Captain Martins' side, barking orders to the ad-hoc fighting force. He reaches her side and together they are able to push the shelf away, but cannot lift it high enough to spare the captain's leg more trouble…
Krish: Stomps into cover and stops the bleeding he suffered.
Lucky: Hears the shout of Thud'dr and is on the verge of ducking low, but caughts a glance of one of the explosives rolling away from the other two. Too far away for the Ogryn to possible shut down all three of them but still too close for comfort... With a snarl (or maybe a shout, who can tell with someone having such a thick accent?) the trooper jumps towards the deadly devices and gives it a hearty kick ... the grenade flies off towards the north-east, where it slams against the hight shelf the Ork-Gunners have been hiding from sight and ... ricochets off towards the north-east of the shelf, where it lands in an abandoned corridor. You may begin to suspect where his nickname comes from ...
Ashora: Hurries into cover and sets up the enormous sniper gun.
Fireteam #1: Scatters in the face of so many explosives around, only one man in the ragged uniform of the local PDF stands firm and fires a single shot at the charging Ork mob, scoring a solid hit at the chest of the foremost Ork.
Cpt. Martins: Yelps in pain as she tries to get up after being freed by Cormaeg. Clearly her leg is unable to support her. She grimaces and produces a frag greande …
Fireteam #2: Finds cover and opens fire at the charging mob, scoring three hits in total, most of the salvo is slightly off target as they have to fire over the heads of team #3.
Fireteam #3: Already in cover, they reappear and fire at the close-by mob on full-auto. There really is no missing at this range and their fire takes down four Orks.
Fireteam #4: Find their fire line blocked and switch their fire to the Ork gunners. One militia manages a headshot with his battered autogun, but the Ork does not seem troubled by it in the slightest.
Orks #1: ???
BOOM! The two ogryn-buried grenades detonate with such a force that Thud'dr is lifted of the ground like a sheet of paper and thrown aside like a discarded stone. His shield takes the brunt of the detonation but the double-detonation proves too much for the metal and it ruptures in the centre, allowing a fraction of the blast to burn and rend Ogryn flesh! (15 E dmg, Pen:0, Concussive(20)). For a split second, too quick to be entirely sure, onlookers may think to notice a golden flash near the neck of the Ogryn, where the broken rosarius hangs on the makeshift chain.
Orks #2: Growling with fury, the Orks jump! Now, you can see that they have cruel rocket-packs strapped to their backs, streams of fire licking from scrap metal nozzles trying to slow the descend... Two are making a decent landing at the bottom of the shelf, amidst the shocked troopers, the third crashes down hard and falls to the ground in a heap, probably stunned from the hard crash.
Orks #3: The four Orks start shooting their large guns, sweeping them around like crazy as if completely oblivious whom or if they hit. One of the gun's bark only once before going silent - to the great anger of it's wielder. The sheer amount of bullets zipping around proves enough to be dangerous in and of itself though: One woman of fire team #1 goes down with a cry of pain and falls into a pool of her own blood and is silenced by another hit forever. One of the Orks in melee has his leg blasted off from a stray round and jumps around searching for balance (and his leg). Captain Martins is caught by another round which opens a hole in her left shoulder which promptly starts to bleed. Simmins, Court and Krish feel their cover pettered with impacts but for know, the thick, old wood is able to hold off the worst of it.
Orks #4: Ignoring their losses and blood maddened, they crash into the heap of turned desks behind which the combatants of fire team 3 cower. A swirling melee erupts, which sees three militiamen dead within the first rush.

Now at 6 wounds
Thud knows the shield is gone, but the Emprah Proteks, and he wouldn't need it from now on. He reaches down and grabs his ruined shield by the edge. With a shouting grunt he slings the thing like a Frisbee at the firing heavy weapons!
Frenzy!!!
athletics? to aim vs 32: 1d100 ⇒ 29 - success!
Str to even get it to fly that far vs 76: 1d100 ⇒ 68 - 3 DoS

He doesn't even watch to see if it hits anything important. He draws his Evicerator and ROARS! EMPRAH PROTEKS! YOU DIE!

Half-Action fire, half-action focus power.

Krish flicks his lasgun to semi-auto, leaves it on maximum power, and fires into the closest Ork.

Krish focuses his mind, and the warp power he commands, on the closest living, non-stunned ork leaching its strength away.

Using Enfeeble at unfettered.
Focus Power vs 65: 1d100 ⇒ 10, 6 DoS.
The ork needs to beat 6 DoS on a +0 Willpower test or be stunned this round.

Simmins and Cort rebrace the Stubber to aim at he ork gunners above them firing at their cover and fires!

Full Auto Brace 48 -10+10 48: 1d100 ⇒ 6 5 DOS but doesn't include cover so will roll four damages. Disregard any that don't count

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8
Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
Righteous Fury!: 1d5 ⇒ 2

Would probably replace 2 with however much DOS there actually is. Hope it's only -10 cover so I get that headshot crit!

I'm bleedin' out too Leni! Simmins lets the medic know, unaware of how very very hurt Thud is.

Wounds 14/17, 67/75 Stubber Clip #1 Bleed(1)

We have got to come together fast, before this becomes a rout!

"Fire teams! Focus fire on the orc on the ground on the right flank! Keep their heads down, DON'T LET THEM JUMP AGAIN!"

A grenade maybe?

Grabbing a frag from his belt, Cormaeg makes ready to chuck it when the captain throws her own.

"Coming!"
Leni moves over to Simmins to stop him from an untimely death to blood loss. She tries to keep the cloak draped around herself while moving to stay hidden

Ag 28
+20 Camo Cloak
= 48

Stealth: 1d100 ⇒ 39 1DoS

Int 58
Medicae+10
Master Surgeon +10
Medkit +20
Field Suture +30
=128

Stop Bleeding: 1d100 ⇒ 99 Checked the rule book, since this is not an attack roll only 100s are failures if the success rate is higher than 100. So still 3DoS.

Adge finds himself torn between his fear of the giant, clearly crazy ork, which he could barely scratch on a good day and running away leaving others to die in his place. Adge rides the wave of bravery that comes from the Ogryn priest's (?) call to arms. Snatching his combat knife from his belt and taking up the cry he lunges.
"THE EMPEROR PROTECTS..AAAAAH"

" Oh lord Emperor, please be with me now, I don't want my broken body just to be a delay"

Attack 28: 1d100 ⇒ 17 1DOS Do I get +10 to hit as it is a standard action (from rulebook)? If so, this is 2DOS
Ork dodge/parry: 1d100 ⇒ 78 I think I remember reading something about also rolling the enemy's evasion, is that right?

Damage: 1d5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Righteous fury: 1d5 ⇒ 4

Four more hits!

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16

righteous fuury: 1d5 ⇒ 1

Combat Round 3 (end):
Thud'dr: Gets up, flings his shield and pulls out his massive Eviscerator, roaring in rage at the beasts attempting to hurt 'his' lil'uns. The shield travels a fair distance and bounces against the shelf a couple of meters below the leftmost gunner. (you may roll an indimate test against your direct opponent)
Leni: Hurries to Simmins side and tries her best to stem his bleeding - while the gunner is firing. The heavy recoil of the stubber makes it quite difficult to apply a bandage, but in the end she is able to stop the bleeding with a really-not-that-neat pressure bandage.
Simmins: Sends a well-aimed volley of shells up the shelf – the salvo is full on target! Solid shells dig deep into old wood and Ork flesh! Four times the body of the ork rock under the impact of stubber shells the latter two remove the better part of its head. The ork collapses.
Cormaeg (1): Readies a grenade as well and waits for the Captain to toss the first stone grenade.
Krish: Uses his witch-powers to force an Ork to its knees! The ork falls to.the ground as if his strings had been cut.
Lucky: Stabs the big Ork in the left leg with his combat knife. The wound, while not deep, sure is crippling, and the Orks falls to one knee as it tries to take another step!
Captain Martins: Shouts at the badly mauled fireteam: "Marq, Steve: frakk'off!", then throws her grenade right into the midst of the melee on the right flank.
Cormaeg (2): Follows the captains action and tosses his own grenade. (Feel free to resolve the throw yourself, it is delayed, so it won't explode before next round, giving enough time for you to resolve by yourself)
Ashora: An ellbow long stream of fire erupts from the massive rifle she is carrying and the booming report makes everyone in the general vicinity flinch.
Fireteam #1: A muscled militia beside Lucky is following his example and tries to poke the Ork between them. The other three survivors of team #3 step up on the one downed by Krish and unleash a hail of shots at the beast at point blank range, blasting the attacker apart.
Fireteam #2: Fires short bursts of fire against the Orks with heavy weapons. Their lack of marksmanship becomes obvious as nearly all fired shots only hit the Orks cover - if at all. Still, they manage to rob the seconf-to-left gunner most of his cover with their assault.
Fireteam #3: The surviving members break contact with their attackers and scatter. The rightmost is rushing towards team #4 behind him, the left one is hoping to close with team #2 and Ashora and risks a sprint over the open area between the rows of desks.
Fireteam #4: Lay down cover fire for the rout of team #3. One member is coming close to a friendly-fire-incident, but the round was a split second slower than the running soldier from team #3. The hail of fire they unleash on the right flank is … frightening.
Notch: Having finally been presented with a free attack vector, he lifts the double-flamer and sends forth a wave of burning promethium in a high, narrow arc, causing a burning, smoking line to cut through the Orks advance.
Stormboyz: The one downed by Lucky gets back up with a shout full of hate and tries a wild return swing, that is: he actually turns his back on Thud'dr to get at Lucky! The swing is too fast to dodge and the tiny combat knife no match for the heavy cleaver so Cutler's parry attempt is unsuccessful and the cleaver cuts into his left leg! (@Lucky: Pain!! 14R, Pen:2, 4 Agility damage and Bleed (1)). To the rear, the other remaining Stormboy exacts vengeance on another member of team 1, breaking his weapon-raised-in-defense with the first swing and follows up with a dangerous looking stab into the chest of the fireteam leader, who slumbs to the ground moments later.
Orks, Ground: Only one Ork emerges from the cover fire (literal in case of Notch's part) with his wits intact and continues his charge, which brings him to team 4
Gunner-Kommandos: Acting like actual soldiers, these Orks concentrate their fire on those areas where the most return fire origins from: Simmins and team 2. But oh boy, these Orks were more accurate when they were just spraying the general area. Only one or two stray rounds manage to get even close to their intended targets and those bury deep in the century old wood of the desks used by the Imperials for cover.
High-above Orks: More debris comes crashing down from above! One small but sturdy looking shelf crashes down close to Ashora in the backline, another stream of data crystals crash down between the two rows of desks - ripping the next-to-last survivor of team 3 to bloody shreds.

(Whew, that took (way) longer than expected. Busy week, face-to-face gameplay time and parent visit on the weekend and whoops, it is Monday again. )

intimidate is Fel, right? vs 32: 1d100 ⇒ 66

Thud turns his gaze from the gunners to the Ork near him the instant Lucky is stabbed. The Evicerator makes an audible WHOOSH as it arcs over toward the Ork.
Frenzied all out attack vs 91: 1d100 ⇒ 8 - hahahaha. That's 10 DoS
damage, rending: 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (2, 6) + 10 = 18 - replacing 2 for 26 damage total. Does getting 10 via DoS mean I get RF?
if so: 1d5 ⇒ 1
What happens next is not pretty...

Combat Round 4:
Thud'dr: The Ogryns attack catches the left arm of the beast and breaks it with a sickening sound that echo through the chamber. On pulling back the sword, the engine gives off a brief roar, causing the chain to jerk for a half rotation, ripping the greenskin's arm off at the elbow. The Ork looks at his arm lying on the ground in surprise.(the sword is still not entirely awake though)
Leni: up
Simmins: up

Krish: up
Lucky: up
Cormaeg: up
Ashora: up
Captain Martins: -
Fireteam #1: -
Fireteam #2: -
Fireteam #3: -
Fireteam #4: -
Notch: -
Stormboyz: -
Orks, Ground: -
Gunner-Kommandos: -
High-above Orks: -

Sorry, for some reason the forum didn't show me this had been updated yet.

Throwing Grenade: 1d100 ⇒ 84

The grenade flies though the air, but manages to snag on a piece of degree, sending it careering of from it's intended target area.

scatter: 1d10 ⇒ 3
range: 1d5 ⇒ 5

Not stopping to pay attention, Cormaeg grabs the captain under her one good arm and begins to haul her away from the dangerous area.

"Keep up the fire, don't stop until they see the glow of your barrels, and their eyes melt in their head from the heat!"

We'll head towards Notch, that's the closest cover anyway.

I think you missed that I also fired my lasgun last round?

Krish shifts his aim as the nearest ork falls lifeless to the floor, unleashing a trio of lasgun shots at the monster.

Base 32 +10(range) +10(size)
Semi-Auto Burst vs 52: 1d100 ⇒ 2, 6 DoS, 3 hits.
Damage(right arm): 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11E, Pen 0.
Damage(body): 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 (replace damage with DoS) 9E, Pen 0.
Damage(body): 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13E, Pen 0.
Righteous Fury(body): 1d5 ⇒ 1.

Re: I think you missed that I also fired my lasgun last round?
Yes I did indeed!
Do you remember which one your target at that time was?
... The one you stunned or one of those on-the-ground Orks of the right flank, or another of the Stormboyz?

Simmins and Cort rebrace to aim at the second gunner down the line and fires!

Full Auto Brace 48 -10+10 48: 1d100 ⇒ 82

The second salvo does not go nearly as well as the first! Maybe because Leni was working on him at the time to stop his bleeding.

Wounds 14/17, 59/75 Stubber Clip #1

Re: I think you missed that I also fired my lasgun last round?

Yes I did indeed!
Do you remember which one your target at that time was?
... The one you stunned or one of those on-the-ground Orks of the right flank, or another of the Stormboyz?

The same one I am shooting at now. The idea was to stun one and kill the other.

Getting fired uppon by the gunners by virtue of being in the general vicinity of Simmins Leni moves to the next free cover to get it between herself and the gunners, then readies her lasgun to fire back at them

Move Action(half): move into cover
Ready Action: Brace Lasgun on the cover, aimed at the gunner orks

Ouch! 1hp left! That might teach him not to get so carried away!

Blood loss, high is bad : 1d100 ⇒ 26

Screaming in pain as the ork comes close to hacking his leg off, Adge is disabused of any heroic notions and backs off quickly, trying to protect his leg.

Disengage up the map, should give cover from the shooters I hope]

MEDIC!!

Also I couldn't see but can ability damage be healed?

In light of comments in discussion (and because I had forgotten I could do this with fate

As Adge backs off he clamps his hand to the slash on his leg and swears "Oh God Emperor that hurts" as he lifts his hand away he realises the wound was less than he first thought.
Fate to heal: 1d5 ⇒ 1

Oh great! Well at least it stops the bleeding!
Out of interest does the train at the station count as last session? Just wondering if this brings me to 2/3 or 1/3 fate

Combat Round 4 (end):
Thud'dr: The Ogryns attack catches the left arm of the beast and breaks it with a sickening sound that echo through the chamber. On pulling back the sword, the engine gives off a brief roar, causing the chain to jerk for a half rotation, ripping the greenskin's arm off at the elbow. (the sword is still not entirely awake though)
Leni: Hurries into a cover that is far from fire-magnet Simmins.
Simmins: Sends another volley up the shelf, but finds his second target, squeezed between two stacks of data crystals, to be much harder to hit than the last one.
Krish: Nails the sole remaining Stormboy with a trio of well aimed lasbolts, following the previous shots to the obvious conclusion. The Ork does not approve. As it finds its chest rapidly filling with smouldering holes. The moves of the beast become sluggish and it's eyes start to loose focus.
Lucky: Retreats out of melee distance of the Stormboy just as Thud'dr removes its arm. Living up to his name, he finds that the Orks stab did not sever any arteries as he first feared. (no it is not a new 'session'. I use the concept of Checkpoints that will be announced once met and you restore fp upon reaching one. Hint: this battle is such a checkpoint, as was the great train-statuon flight/fight the guys had just before you joined)
Cormaeg: His grenade bounces of a desk and scatters further north-east than he intended, but at least it does not lands too close to any allies. Grabbing the Captain, he hauls her towards the closest cover, barely covering the distance.
Ashora: Reloads her massive rifle and searches for another target above.
Notch: Sends a second burning line of Promethium, creating a deadly, burning triangle trapping four Orks between to walls of flame and a burning shelf.
Captain Martins: Getting combat-dragged with a broken leg is not fun, but she fires several shotgun rounds into the smokescreen created by Simmins, aiming to suppress until ...
Boom! ... the double frag-detonation reduce the threat of the enclosed Orks decently. While a lot of the deadly payload is caught by the many desks of the area, enough remain to shred to Orks and severely wound two more.
Fireteam #1: Two guns are aimed at the remaining Stormboy and litter the hulking frame with bursts of gunfire. The fourth member, which followed Lucky into melee with the Stormboy, decides in a split second that he is of no use in a melee between beast and sanctioned beast - he retreats to Lucky's side. At this range and fire in their hearts, both militia-men find their target with ease, sinking nearly a dozen solid shells into the chest of the Ork. Being already severely weakened by Krish's attacks, the Ork is thrown back against the closest desk and slides down with a last, faint gurgled [smaller]Waaagh![/b]
Fireteam #2: Following a bellowed command, the fire team takes carefully aimed shots up the shelves, aiming to fire for effect after their previous burst did not result in any hits.
Fireteam #3: Is reduced to a single member which goes catatonic behind the cover he barely reached.
Fireteam #4: Switch target to the single Ork soldier making it through Notch' flame wall.
Stormboyz: A single, literally disarmed Stormboy remains, faced with a very angry Ogryn and several guns with nothing more pressing to do than to dispatch him. Grunting, the Ork triggers his rockit pack and rises on a pillar of flame and smoke... it is clearly struggling with balance no doubt due to his missing arm. Flying around erratically over the battlefield it tries to stabilize its flight, but is not yet successful. (hitting this one will be at -20 due to its chaotic movements and speed)
Orks, Ground: ... the one charging team #4 is very dead and lies in several places, blasted apart by more than two dozen hits. The remains two, both mauled by explosion and shrapnel AND burning send a last gesture of defiance before perishing. Two stocky metal objects come sailing out of the burning triangle! One is clearly aimed at Notch, the other at the position of team #4. Both throws are short though, clearly the muscles of the throwers already running liquid from the heat.
Gunner-Kommandos: One suffers a headshot from team#2 PDF leader and ducks low out of sight with a yelp of pain. Two of his fellows send a stream of heavy gunfire at team#2, clearly annoyed by theim switching to precision fire. One burst is way wide, but the second is on target. Several heavy shells blast through the old wooden desk, remaining enough velocity to wound the trooper behind it - he huddles low, crying in pain.
High-above Orks: ???

Nearly done!
Remaining enemies: erratic, uncontrolled flying stormboy, the gunners and whatever is milling around high above.

Thud looks around for targets. He pants in pain and fury. The only orks he sees are high on the bookshelves. Ok.
He rushes at them, jumping up on the book shelves and punching through the wood to form the holds he needed. He rages and climbs like king-kong up the face of the bookshelves.
strength athletics? vs 70: 1d100 ⇒ 38

Krish moves forward, rushing up to the shelves that Thud just left.

Agility vs 41: 1d100 ⇒ 74.

Reaching the new cover, his augmetic leg chooses that moment to glitch, and Krish finds himself ignobly on his face behind the shelves.

Simmins takes the time to actully aim for a beat before starting his barrage again on the second gunner above.

Half Aim Full Auto Brace 48 -10+10+10 58: 1d100 ⇒ 50

Wounds 14/17, 51/75 Stubber Clip #1

If 1 DOS

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9

Checkpoints: Gotcha, makes sense. At 1/3 fate

Adge turns, to the PDF trooper with him. "Well I don't suppose you be knowing any first aid, would ya?"
Largely combat ineffective and safe from defilade fire from the gunners, Adge uses his Auspex to scan to its range and his Magnoculars beyond that to try and locate any further enemies in the vicinity or closing in, but he struggles to make sense of the rapidly shifting blips.

awareness within auspex range 31+20: 1d100 ⇒ 73 2dof
awareness beyond 31: 1d100 ⇒ 32 simple fail

Combat Round 5:
Thud'dr: Attempts to brute-force climb the shelves. The old wood splinters under the furious power of the ogryn and books, wooden shrapnel and data crystals start to rain down in his wake. He manages to climb half the way to the Orks with blinding speed! You can only guess what any lexmechanic or duty-bound scribe would think of this utter disregard of the stored precious knowledge.
Leni: UP
Simmins: Sends a burst of shells up the attacker, finding his bearing again, nailing another gunner with two four hits.
Krish: Stomps over to Lucky and finds shelter below the arc of fire of the Orks above.
Lucky: His scans do not reveal much more than they all already knew – beside the steadily decreasing number of blibs in the area. Oh, and a solid return of something large falling down from high above...
Cormaeg: UP
Ashora: UP
Notch: UP
Fireteam #1: The man at Luckys side shakes his head. "Nah, unless handing a medic bandages while keeping your lunch when confronted with the blasted-open innards of your comrade makes me medic."
Fireteam #2: UP
Fireteam #3: UP
Fireteam #4: UP
Stormboy: -
Orks, Ground: -
Gunner-Kommandos: -
High-above Orks: ???

Registering the incoming blip, Adge speaks loudly and firmly into the microbead

"Take cover! More stuff coming down, big stuff!"

"Not a good idea to stay here, let's go Captain."

Trying to take a slightly better hold of the Captain, Cormaeg tries to get the both of them into the best possible cover within range.

Seeing his ward climb the racks, Notch fires a stream of flame up at the gunners in an attempt to reduce the amount of Orks he'll have to face once up there, or at least distract them.

Then he hears Lucky's warning and sprints for cover.

1 extra DOS with storm means three more shots!

Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13
Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
Mighty Shot Stubber I Pen 3: 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13

While gratified to see four shots land. Lucky's warning causes him to nudge Cort and, with blinding speed, the two pack up the Stubber and move in the direction Lucky is going.

Half Action between Sims and Cort to packup Half Action Move!

Hearing the call for a medic Leni doesn't even need the call to get away. She gets up and sprints over to Lucky, simply janking the lasgun along. Being set up and ready to shoot be damned. Medics have better things to do than shoot.
The camo cloak flutters uselessy aroud her as she moves
No -20 to shoot at her from camo cloak. -20 to shoot at her for sprinting instead thought

Full Action: Sprint towards Lucky. Noteable: With sprint talent

Combat Round 5 (end):
Thud'dr: Attempts to brute-force climb the shelves. The old wood splinters under the furious power of the ogryn and books, wooden shrapnel and data crystals start to rain down in his wake. He manages to climb half the way to the Orks with blinding speed! You can only guess what any lexmechanic or duty-bound scribe would think of this utter disregard of the stored precious knowledge.
Leni: Lays down a sprint which could very well be a regimental record of short distance running - in a library. Reaches Lucky only a couple of seconds after the warning call.
Simmins: Follows Leni - but slower. He just had to send a final greeting up the shelf. One bullet is a direct hit and blasts clean through the left arm of the Ork, the other three hit it's cover first but seem to manage a certain degree of penetration through the old, splintering wood.
Krish: Stomps over to Lucky and finds shelter below the arc of fire of the Orks above.
Lucky: His scans do not reveal much more than they all already knew – beside the steadily decreasing number of blibs in the area. Oh, and a solid return of something large falling down from high above... He yells out a general warning...
Cormaeg: Sees that there is no way he can drag the Captain all the way to the overhanging shelf, he instead shoves her under a particular sturdy desk and slides under a nearby one himself, praying that the desks will hold.
Ashora: Another echoing gun report of the oversized gun can be heard from the backline.
Notch: Lays fire to the shelf where the gunners fire down from. The century - if not Millennia - old wood catches fire immediately and the flickering red wave surges upwards at speed, already hiding one of the gunners behind a smokescreen...
Captain Martins: Cursing, yelping and cursing again, she lets herself be pushed under a desk, grimacing at Cormaeg as he hurries off. "Argh, yer granny never taught ya not to push older women around, eh?!"
Fireteam #1: Try their hands at taking pot-shots at the erratically flying Stormboy – but missing with every shot.
Fireteam #2: Continue to pour 'precision' fire towards the gunners but only one single round finds its mark.
Fireteam #4: Switch to the Ork gunners as well and try their luck with shooting back at the remaining Orks atop the shelf – resulting in a ludicrous amount of missed shots.
Stormboy: The wounded Ork just cannot reign in his jetpack and crashes into the lefthand front of the shelf, dropping a full three meter to the ground where he impacts heavily.
Gunner-Kommandos: Strange howling echoes from above. It is, as if the Ork gunners are laughing at something. What should be so funny remains a mystery though...
High-above Orks: … for all of three seconds. Then CRASH! A massive shelf comes crashing down from above, flattening the lefthand side of the gunner-shelf (and the Stormboy) together with the burning ground where once team #3 took up position. Splintered wood flies around like arm-length shrapnel. Worse still, is the fact that there is movement inside the dust caused by the impacts. The orks from above must have dropped together with the shelf! The Emperor protects indeed, as nearly everyone is spared the worst of it. But somehow, Cort must have angered HIM on Terra recently. A particular nasty, tight-bone sized wooden stake hits Simmins gun-carrier right into the chest! The grumpy man is thrown off his feat and crumples to the ground.

Turning point!
Praise the Emporer for a LOT of terrible shrapnel rolls. Well, beside that '1' against poor Cort.
Everyone's up.
Time to end this, yes?

@Thud'dr: You have to pass a hard (-20) Strength check or loose your grip on the shelf due to the impact.

hard str vs 56: 1d100 ⇒ 95
The bookshelf and accompanying shrapnel cause Thud to come away from the shelf still clutching a handful of wood! He falls into the dust and rubble.

... or does he?
Some quirk of fate cause the tumbling Ogryn to fall unto the Ork trying to cleave Krish into pieces!
Both massive muscled combatants fall to the ground.
@Thud: ya still got half a round worth of action.
You're prone though.

Instead of even trying to stand, Thud rolls, takes the monster's neck in one hand and straight up tries to crush its skull to paste with the butt of his evocator in a savagely brutal display. Fer Da Emprah!
Str? vs 76 or WS? vs51: 1d100 ⇒ 32 - 7 Dos or 2 DoS

Hrm, any way to use a fate point to save his good old buddy?

The barrel of the Stubber swings jerkily on Simmins back. In the hectic aftermath of the explosion nobody notices that a particularly nasty bit of shrapnel bounces off it thus saving Simmin's action economy good old buddy.

fate point used!

"Good advice Captain, if I meet any older women, I shall keep that in mind."

Cormaeg, not being one for banter normally, especially not in a combat situation, does still allow a tiny hint of humor to bleed into his voice.
He wasn't exactly a spring chicken himself at this point.

Turning back to the battle at hand, Cormaeg stows his chainsword away and instead takes out his trusty las gun.
He then takes aim at the remaining gunner ork.

Ready action, aim action.

Leni skits to a halt next to Lucky with the medkit already out and furiously picking out stuff.
"Shut it, Lucky. That leg already looks like hell you don't get to bite your togue while I work so I get MORE work from you!"

Int 58
Medicine +10
Master Chirurgeon +10
Medikit +20
heavily wounded(missing wounds > TB*2) -10

= 88

Medicing: 1d100 ⇒ 19 7 DoS for 12 wounds restored

She starts with a dose of disinfectant spray, removes most of the blood that has been washed out with a sterile tissue, then more disnfectant spray. Now being able to see what she's doing she gets out a largish set of pliers and actuallly picks out the pieces of rusty ork cleaver from the wound in record time.
Disinfecting once more she applies a sterile bandage, then adds a small metal staff and fixes it in place with more bandages.

Throwing the pliers and the disnfectant spray back int the medkit she gets up
"There. You got hit to the bone but all the pieces are out and I added a stabilizer so the bone shouldn't break. If you keep away from large rusty ork weapons from now on."

Clamping his mouth shut as Leni begins talking, partly through discipline and partly due to the lancing pain as he moves. Adge grits his teeth and with little more than a few choice curse words, gets through her necessarily quick ministrations. Panting a little as the pain subsides he grunts with a slight grin "Alright Doc, no Ork weapons choppin' in my flesh, got it. ". With which he rolls over to get a line of sight around the corner of the bookcase. Ignoring the ork being crushed by the nearby ogryn, he uses the floor to steady his elbow against and takes aim against the ork in combat with Notch. Slowly he begins to steady his breathing as he settles into the familiar custom grip.

half action move and brace, half action aim

Simmins and the unknowingly fortunate Cort set down the Stubber in their customarily blinding fast speed and Simmins fires on the Ork bearing down on Notch!

BS: 1d100 ⇒ 88

That's a miss!

Wounds 14/17, 43/75 Stubber Clip #1