Rolins alternately stares at the lift controls reading the names and mumbling to himself and glances back toward the access hatch, obviously in a shaken state.
"Com'on! Pick something! Get us off this damn floor!"
Search Posts
"Hells with that!" Rolin snaps back at Iggins, still scanning the area for more of the infected. "Anyone get bit? No!? Then lets get the frack out of here before more of them show up!"
Rolin lines up another shot and squeezes the trigger again.
Rolin focuses his fire on his right , firing his blaster in a two-handed grip.
Rolin stops in surprise as he recognizes what those creatures were, or are... 'What?!' "Ra.. Rakghoul disease." he manages, the surprise evident in his voice. "But... But that's... That's impossible! That disease was wiped out! Don't let them bite you. Stay in range from them! They're rapid and the disease is highly contagious and is spread through a bite." Gripping his pistol in both hands he keeps it trained on the rakghoul. "How's our exit looking?"
Heads up. I'm going out of town for the weekend, I'll be offline from Friday to late Sunday (GMT).
"Umm... It's aaah.."
"Over there. I see it between those two trash heaps." Rolin cracks over the mic in a low voice, indicating the direction. "Looks like a bloated face. Didn't see what it was attached too."
Rolin follows out as stealthily as he can, gripping his pistol in both hands he looks every which way for signs of movement.
Rolin does his best not to think about what they were wading through, though he couldn't smell the refuse thanks to the atmospheric processors of his suit helmet he, being a doctor, still realized all to well the danger the slush presented. 'Too many have died from ill-information in this regard.' he thinks as the line moves forward. Hunkering down in his place in the line he tries to see past the shoulders of those in front of him as they stop at the grate. "What's the hold up?" he hisses impatiently. "Do you realize what it is we're standing in?"
Rolin stops at the sewer entrance a moment before dropping in after Té, relucant like the rest to wade through refuse but determined to see the job done.
Looking over Té's shoulder as she works her magic Rolin grunts at the results. "Not what I had in mind, but it could work." he mutters. "We have a grate at the back of the tower. We could circle round and approach from that direction, or we could blast our way through captain. I reckon both approaches take a similar amount of time to accomplish though the stealthy approach should give us more time to maneuver before an alarm is raised. Orders, sir?"
"Calahans idea might have merrit actually. If Té could pull up the city schematics for the sewers and remotely controll the droids we could sneak in and use the droids as a diversion when we need to make some noise."
I'm having fun :) I like the squad interactions and coordinated combat themes, it's nice to have someone barking at you ;) Improvements? I'm drawing a blank there though I share James's view on wanting a variety of missions. RPG's can get stale if they start to look to much like shooters.
Rolin hefts his pack and accepts the offered grenades from Calahan before stepping into line, ready to move out.
"You need me down there?" Rolin asks as he hands over his ration for the chip-in. "Do they look hurt? Malnourished?" Rolin opts to keep the door closed, instead he makes his way over to the top of the stairs and listens in on whats going on in the basement.
Rolin listens at the door, pondering how wise it would be to take the chance of giving away their position by opening it.
"Roger that." Rolin moves off to the rear door.
"Affirmitive." Rolin takes up postition at the top of the stairs, watching the squad decend but keeps most of his focus on the surroundings.
Cleaning and putting away his utensils Rolin suddenly notices the quiet of the squad, the chatter seemed strained, forced. Somthing was going on. Laying down his needle and the anti-septic he pulls out his pistol and goes to find the squad. Coming up from behind he gives a click through his helment mic to indicate his arrival.
"Yes sir. I'll look over two of you at a time, so as we don't leave ourselves without lookouts sir. Manus! Up front and center. You too sir." Rolin unslings his medpack and fishes out his surgery tools, making Manus and Jenkins sit down he unwraps their worst wounds and sprays them with anti-ceptics before sewing them together and applying the bandages again.
Satisfied he pats them on the back and sends them off. "Calahan! Get your sorry hide over here! Jack! You too." Despite grunts and grumbles and tough-guy routines to last Rolin's the better part of a lifetime he goes through the same routine with the next pair.
"Iggins." he mics Iggins when finished with Jack and Calahan. "I need you down here." he mics and waits for the sniper to appear, using the time to sew a cut on his gut.
When the overtly cautious sniper peeks his head through the door Rolin waves him over and goes through the same routine with him, surprised to find the sniper apparently unscathed. "Your one lucky bastard Iggins, you know that?" Satisfied he's done all he can he mics the captain. "Good to go sir, I've done what I can. Calahan, Iggins and Jack have yet to need stimulants and pain killers, the rest of you will just have to suck it up if you get shot again. If I give you any more your heart will stop or a vein will explode in your head. Nothing I can do for you in either case."
"Yes sir. Step right up."
Handing over the bandolier to Calahan Rolin shrugs and looks the squad over, seeing if anyone is more injured than they give out to be. Seeing nothing that strikes him he takes up his place in the line and moves out with the squad.
Finishing up with Manus Rolin heads over to Nalis's corpse to take stock. Shaking his head at the sight he gives a slight *tsk* sound before kneeling over him and rummaging through his gear. "We've got one datapad. One security kit. One utility belt, fully stocked. One scoped blaster carbine with nineteen shots on the readout along with one bandolier carrying four powerpacks and two frag grenades." he counts off over the mic. "Not taking into account one shot up suit of comando armor, sir! Taking the bandolier and med pack for possible field use, don't know about the rest sir." he finishes, taking said items and fitting them on his person before folding Nalis's arms over his chest and patting him on the chast before picking himself up.
"Right." Rolin mutters at Calahans praise. Picking himself up from behind the speeder he gives Té once over and bites back a curse; he hadn't seen her medical file, he didn't know if she had any issues. 'Frack! Just my luck her heart will stop if I give her a shot of mophezine or make her eat a pain-killer.' Nodding to the new arrival as a way of greeting he heads over to check on Manus. "How you holdin' up son? Here, let me take a look. Nice throw by the way." he mutters as he checks him over, patients were less likely to whine if he rattled them with senseless prattle, not that these battle-hardened commandos were likely to whine but old habits died hard. Besides, you never knew when someone felt he'd earned the right to b&*&* at his doctor.
"Dammit! Rolin hollers as the blast blots rain down around them. "Take out the frakkin' droids already! with a shout he pops out of cover and takes a snap shot at the approaching crab droid before hunkering back down.
"Copy." Rolin responds to Jenkins over the com. "Right after they stop trying to kill us." he mutters with the mic off. Looking over the cover he takes stock of the remaining droids and pulling out a second frag grenade he hurls it at the platform by the far wall. "You've got my vote for that missile launcher Calahan." he jibes when he ducks back into cover.
Ducking his head as the blaster bolts zip by Rolin tosses Nalis's helmet aside and sneaks a peek from behind his cover eyeing the offending droids with scorn. Hunkering back down he takes a deep breath, drawing his focus from the various burns and bruises lining his body, and pulls out a frag grenade, priming it and tossing it over the speeder toward one of the droids accosting them.
Muttering curses to himself Rolin dashes to the cover next to Calahan and grabs Nalis, checking his vitals he shouts a loud curse and drops his prone form. "Nalis is KIA, I repeat Nalis is KIA. Frakking droids!" he screams out the last in frustration, hunkered down in the cover next to Calahan.
"Bugger it all!" Rolin mutters and, hugging the doorway for it's meager cover, draws a bead on the closest droid and fires. ,
A fleeting image of a charging bantha rushes through Rolin's mind as Calahan jumps through the breached door, not having many options he mutters "Shit! and looking at his rifle he tosses it aside with a sneer and pulls out his pistol as he heads in after him.
Rolin jumps out of the speeder and moves to the closest helmeted soldier to swipe it and give to Manus.
Feeling an itch at the back of his neck Rolin tries to scratch it through his helmet to no success.
Rolin sags and face palms his helmet while shaking his head. "Frak Calahan! That was the first one I tried! Aww, heck! It was worth a shot." Taking his rifle in both hands he heads over to Manus. "Need a hand? Not to rush you, but they ain't openin' up for us and if that squad gets here while were still out in the open, we're frakked."
"Oh, crap. Hey Calahan. You make any sense of this?" Rolin asks, handing Calahan the ID with the code on the back. Turning back to the intercom he presses the button and tries again. "Oh come on durnit! I'm having a bad enough day as it is. Ace-arr-two. Five-arr-ee-gee-oh-arr-enn-eight, dammnit!"
"Hey I got something." Rolin reports, turning his findings over in his hands.
"Frakkin batha herder. Never should'ave turned tail you sack of near-human orifices, you call yourself soldiers you gur-nockin lick-spittle.." Rolin is heard muttering over the com as he discards most of what he found and makes his way to the intercom. Pressing the send button he barks into it. and releases the button before following with; "You good-fer-nuthin-poodoo-eatin'-nerf-shacker."
"Didn't see any cameras, cap.. Just an intercom." Reolin replies patiently, still rummaging for an ID card.
"I'm thinking we can get the bozos to open up for us, just need to see if any of 'em was as stupid as I think they are." Rolin mics back, rummaging through the dead 'officers' pockets.
Rolin looks at the panel for a bit pondering the possibilities, 'What if...?' "Hei guys! Form up. I have an idea." Turning back to the scattered corpses he finds the four that looked like soldiers and rifles through heir pockets, looking for identification. GM Kip:
And any notes the poor souls might have been stupid enough to write any codes or passwords on.
"Let's try and find our own way in then." Rolin mutters as Iggins and the captain jog off. "So, explosives or somthing more subtle?" he asks, going to the door and giving it a once over. [ooc]Perception to locate a panel or somthing that looks hack-able.
"We gona hack it? Or blow it?" Rolin asks gruffly gesturing at the blast door. Surveying the carnage before the generator complex the doctor finds bile rising up to his throat. 'Frack! They were just civies!' "Fracking rebel scum. Using civilians as cannon fodder! They have no shame the bastards!" he spits, turning his nausea to rage.
Beautiful. Massive damage but no aim.
"Right!." Rolin barks, letting loose another barrage before heading down the road.
Wait... What!? What happened to Nalis/spinningdice?
Thumbing his carbine to autofire Rolin shoulders it and lets loose on the crowd.
"Hey Calahan. You think you get those four with the grenade launcher?"
Rolin sighs heavily when he realizes he going through the hole first though he accepts his fate like a good soldier. "You looking to get the doctor shot Calahan?" he quibs as he takes up a position by the breach with Calahan and gives the ready signal.
"Huh.. Trust these scum to skimp on the concrete, these walls are like this frakking rifle; In poor condition." Rolin scoffs as he views the destruction wrought by Manus. "What'you got capt'n?" Rolin looks over Jenkins shoulder as he glaces through the info on the datapad.
"Looks like troop deployment, the generator layout and the headquarters location! Good job. Now we can take this fight to these rebels." "Hows everybody holding up? Bruised and battered or ready to head out?" Rolin looks over the squad to see if anyone is hiding a serious injury he needs to check out.
|