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Nadezhda holds a hand above her eyes, "Bad guys have veapons and arrrmor in storrries. And ve arrre bad guys to bad guys. Kome, let us save some and bekome herrroes!" She wiped her forehead against a sleeve and wiped her hands on her uniform, ready at the gun.
Well, historically speaking, the Mongols traveled roughly 100 miles a day on horseback. They owned multiple horses and could swap them out and remain at full speed without killing their mounts. Also, there's this thing called a Tevis Cup, which is a 100-mile in one day horseback competition. I assume people have won this, so it's not impossible for a horse to travel that much.
Nadezhda checked over her rifle, leaning against one of the ruined buildings, If ve chase villains and put bullets in zem, zen ve vould be herrroes. I say ve hunt zem down."
Nadezhda steps through the ruins, her gun at the ready. Softly, she swore in Russian, her foot kicking over rubble. Keeping an eye on the others, she keeps her rifle at the ready, but pointed downward, "I don't like zis. Zis is not glorrrious." She had covered for Andy, on guard a foot away.
Nadezhda had come from the camp, clapping Daniel on the back with a friendly smile, "I believe in you. You arrre vonderrrful drrriver, but you kan safely leave all shooting to me!" She hops up and starts to look over the vehicle's gun, checking its mobility and the space around her, "Zese beasts vill stand niet chance. Zey vill shake and spook beforrre Nadezhda King."
Daniel wouldn't like that idea at all. Thankfully, we're not here to conquer this new land, yet.
We should give them blankets! The locals -love- blankets! Nice, clean blankets! Nothing wrong with deeeeese blankets, no sir! Just some fresh smelling blankets! This is how we conquer the countryside.
Nadezhda had entered the room and saluted, taking a seat. Stretching her arms up, she takes a deep breath, "Dese LAV have machine gun?" The most important part of the car is its guns! Giving an affirmative nod, Nadezhda folds her arms behind her neck, "Ve vill see if zey are villing to trade. But if zey attack, zey vill face Nadezhda King."
No problem! I purchased and wanted to upgrade Acrobatics by a rank in the same session, but there's some clause somewhere in the book that says that's up to the DM or generally not allowed. Or something.
Are my skill upgrades alright? There was some stipulation in the book about upgrading skills at the same point of buying them.
Yep! I'm not sure what else I would put a point in, but right now, I'm just waiting.
So if I have 4 points in rifles, would I need to spend 4 more points to get my next thing in rifles (which would total 8), or do I need to spend 8 points to get my next rifles? Oh, I see, it's up there. After having shot down her first dragon has definitely shown off her rifling skills to as many people as possible. 4 points to increase rifles to DX+3. So, just to make sure I'm doing this right, 1 point can get me Acrobatics at DX -3, and my last point can get Acrobatics at DX -2? Nadezhda's body might be learning from its mistakes and she'll most likely be better prepared to not fall off walls the next time.
Broken ribs are about two months, so 10 weeks should be plenty of time. We can hang out in the infirm!
Nadezhda's headset crackles into her ear and the mortar fire shakes the earth. Closing her eyes tightly, she lifts a hand and touches her side, wincing. Clearing her throat, she opens an eye, "Da...they lucky I let escape." Her voice was heavily strained, "Someone, pick me up." A stretcher came by once the fighting stopped and Nadezhda was carried back inside the wall's defenses. Once recovered enough to sit up, she checked the bandages on her side with a light touch, "First wound is falling off wall? Not best war story, but will do." For the most part of the three weeks, she laid in bed, torso wrapped up in bandages, dreaming of what to write in her journal.
Nadezhda's weapon fired several more rounds at the general mass of monsters, her feet carrying her away from the wall just before the large beast collided. But someone else bumped into her and she stumbled, rolled over herself, swearing. It wasn't long before she too was sliding off the wall with the force of the beast, her eyes wide and her gun in the air above her. Just before she would hit, she closed her eyes.
No problem!
Nadezhda is very convinced that those that fall where she was shooting was because of her actions. Maybe with the assistance of others, but mostly her. Bullets clatter around her boots and she kicks them off, only to have them replaced moments later. "Lucky to have me, huh? I show them my bullets, da!"She yells as she fires into the approaching on the ground.
Nadezhda lowers her rifle as she walks along the walls, watching the army approach. She holds her rifle close to her, walking with general disdain in her step. Nearing a group of other soldiers manning the walls, she plants her boot along the edge and gives a nod of her head, "We see who takes out most, da?" She shoulders her rifle and let's bullets fly like poetry in motion!
Nadezhda had went up to the downed beast's head, her gloved hand patting the beast's cheek with the back of her knuckles, "Not tough now, just dead." She was about to say how easy it was to take down such a beast when Hudson went up and shoved her, to which she stumbled and landed on her butt, "You push me!" Then she saw the flames erupt from the beast's mouth and she got back up, slapping Hudson on the back in a good-natured way, "Now you are hero! You save beast slayer!" She laughs, before dusting off her backside. In the month to come, she busily writes of her encounter with the flying, fire breathing monsters, and how that she was the first to take one down. She spent most of these hours under a hanging lamp, writing in her journal, in Russian. She goes on to detail the surroundings and the natives they've encountered so far, then signs it with Glory and Love. When the sirens started blaring, one day, Nadezhda leaned over the defensive wall, then gathered up her rifle and marched, with haste, to the eastern side, "They come again! Fair-weather friends..hope it rains, again and again. Ah, fair-weather friends!" She jogged and spoke in a sing-song fashion. If there was a spare mounted machine gun, she'd man it as quickly as possible, having to admire the artillery seargants' guns from afar. She was busily picking targets, dreaming of how she would tell of this tale, while she spoke over her comm-system, "I have position. Waiting for order."
Nadezhda swiveled the gun about, afterwards, watching the sky. But eventually she left it to hop down and assist with the wrapping of the beast, "Might as well! My gift back home should be wrapped and tied with bow, haha! But would have liked more gifts to send back; they fall like flies before me." She joined in with the bustle and hustle, either waiting for further orders after they helped the beast into the truck or returning to her post on the humvee.
Nadezhda watched the Major step out of the jeep and immediately stomp her foot into the humvee she stood on and saluted, standing at attention, "Da, sir! I felled beast as soon as I opened fire. Will do again if beasts come closer, sir!" Gloat gloat gloat.
DM says yes, it does. Go medic, be free!
Very important questions that you sometimes have to ask.
These men are dissolved! Someone has to tell their folks.
Nadezhda, meanwhile, was watching the fliers. She had the infectious smirk, rehearsing what she would say when they had downtime, albeit quietly. She was ready, dreaming of taking more down. She would rip them from the sky! A few words reach her and she puts a few fingers to her comm set, "No need to shake in boots, I have eye on flying trophies. Is too bad they stay away, could fill room with mounted heads back home."
Nadezhda laughs, mocking the dragon's plight, "Zat vill show you beast! Arrrrghh! I best! Arrrrghh!" She grit her teeth and pumped her arms to her sides, baring her teeth again. She held up her arms wide open and pounded her chest, holding her arms up again, "You don't vant any of zis!"Settling down and "Quickly, let us rrround up the vounded, as I kan clearrrly kover us. Otherrrs vill set up defenses and ve need all manpover available."
I found a Russian accent translator...even lazier writing.
Nadezhda crits the dragon for round 2, her action is complete.
Meanwhile, totally being a Shakespearean protagonist. Its like she reads books and listens to stories, so they define what or how she does.
Sweet! I'll roll and see what happens.
Nadezhda instinctively pounds on the hood of the humvee, "The beast sees me! Do not stop the truck, we will lure it away and in return, I will be victorious!" She turned back to face the dragon and rolled up her sleeves, "Come beast! Fall to Nadezhda King!" Bang bang bang! The more she fired, the more the shells flew around her, gracing their brief presence and bathing in the glorious glow of Nadezhda's presence. It felt so good to be in this moment. All Out Attack, there -is- no retreat.
All the Damage.
Nadezhda's hands shook with the weapons recoil, the gun firing up and heating her hands with its motions. She half stood with her mouth open and her eyes stuck on the unknown beast, and she dreamed of being the first to take one down. Oh, how she would brag about it. Shells flew past her and rolled onto the grass below, and she was watching for the beasts to bleed. She felt it in her gut that she had connected her shots.
Second Humvee
Is this the second Humvee? Because if so, then the drive rolls have been made. Gonna roll some damage...
I see the .50 caliber gun, but not the M249. Though I may not be looking to intensely at the sheet or something. I should say I see it in the possessions, but I don't see its stats.
I have no idea how much damage the M249 does, or how many shots it does in a round.
Nadezhda had returned from the secretive meeting with a smile and a far-away look. She had packed her personal belongs and shoved them into her bag, made her bed, and promptly went to bed, dreaming of her glorious dreams. She wasted no time readying for the next day, her outfit crisp and recently ironed underneath her armor. Her gun was at the ready, to be slung over her shoulder. She fastened the strap tightly and mounted the second humvee's machine gun. Looking it over, "This is a big gun. Let me see." It wasn't long before she was holding herself back on her heels, swiveling the gun about and hunkering herself down when they entered the portal. Upon the declaration of dragons, she lifted her head and swore to herself, in Russian. Throwing her weight to the left, she points the mounted gun towards the dragons and starts to feel that familiar vibrations and the shells fly.
Oho! That leaves machine gunning to me, as Horatio is sniping and probably wouldn't want to snipe in a bumpy ride. I can't see much though, because my visions of glory keep me busy, but as long as its big and doesn't like bullets, I'll be fine.
Okay, ah, but drats. The Morton mobile! I'll still take the starboard position, unless the second gunner humvee spot is empty. I'll fill in my post later, as I have to run errands
Nadezhda's second dog tags are her grandfather's, for that legacy feel. I don't think rifles include mounted guns, but its just uncertainty based off no evidence. If they do, I tottaly call to be Mmmorton's gunner. If they don't, I'll take starboard rear in Morton's humvee, if you know what I'm saying. Oh, I guess they are two separate skills, so I'll go for the latter seat.
But I'm the best PFC, obviously, that makes my limited points in rank look better, but mostly only to me. But that just means we all have much to grow from, promotion is just around the corner! Also, some personal items:
Nadezhda cracks a smile, just the tip of her lip, at the outbreak. She can stand at attention forever, but she did return to the conversation, They are watching it, good. Should make things interesting. So we are sieging, before preparing to be besieged."
Gosh, I hope its giant gorrillas.
Nothing to worry about. I created 4 whole character drafts before getting it relatively close in character creation. In one of those drafts, I became a lizard, bathing in the sun for warmth. Don't ask me how, but it certainly happened. Another, I put everything I wanted/could potentially have, and was wayyy over the point limit.
It may seem like a lot, but thankfully there's only 3 scenes, maximum. Or maybe 2 if you string the first one into the secret meeting.
Nadezhda nods an affirmative, "I trust in this limited selection as those with the most capacity to stay quiet. Your trust in me will never be misplaced, sir. A need-to-know-basis does not escape me." I am the greatest. She still stood at the ready, waiting to be dismissed most likely.
Nadezhda had that familiar half-smile creep into her face, "Understood. I will see that it gets done, as no task is unsurmountable." Her tone and the way she stood added the silent for me at the end of her sentence. Looking towards the others, she stood at attention, "I have no further questions, sir."
That can be our squad shirt during off-duty. That'll be an interesting reputation to create.
Nadezhda shook her head, "I was not clear. I wish to secure the arms and armor of the enemy, but not for use. If we were to have many more samples, it would be easier to research and develop weapons of our own to combat the enemy." Shrugging a little, "In the least, disrupting enemy supplies will push this fight in our favor. I assume these weapons are not found fully intact. They must acquire this metal somewhere." She shakes her head, "I am thinking ahead of myself. Already, in head, I have secured the first objective. But I am ready."
Sweet, explosives!
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