Sam "Heavy" Jankins's page

Of course, Sergeant! You're welcome!
Just put something together and we'll see you two stuffed together in one of the left-behind chimeras to ride in and save the day, when the sneak mission (abruptly) ends.

"Did you hear that ... Zora? Startled birds!
Wonder what put them in such a fuzz ...
Keep an eye on that forest!"

;-)

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."

Obviously, Jankins is already here, waiting for blowing up some Orks for good!

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.

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...

"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..."

"Mhh, a distraction? Some of us drive the chimera into plain sight, fire off a couple of shots, then fall back drawing attention and greenies from the base. The others walk in through the backdoor ... or something like that?
Works in the commissariat-vids at least ... so it will probably get us all killed, now tat I think of it."

"Movement! Wait guys ... I think ... Yeah that's our scouts."
Easing the guns barrel to the air to prevent a unintentional friendly fire, Sam listens to the report.
...
Upon hearing the description of the base condition he whistles through his teeth.
"Man, that does not sound easy... Do the remaining watch towers have field of fire on the gate? And how far from the treeline to the gate?"

Sam will remain at the Stubber, overwatching the street with a readied suppressive fire. He will only shoot if he is certain that enemies are coming at them, otherwise first inform the others.

To remain watchful he will alternate his view between the surrounding and the auspex he will request and quick-tape to the grip of the heavy weapon.

"Black ... Can you do that explosive-thingy again? A remote triggerable explosive at the street near to us would be helpful I guess."

Hows our current situation? On a street running through the jungle, knowing that somewhere in front of us is the target, or rather in the middle of the jungle, blasting our way through the underwood to the target?

Each skill has a characteristic it uses as the base.
Then you add the respective skill level (unknown -20, known +0, trained +10, experienced +20,...)
If you have a skill noted down without anything else, its typically known.
You can use every skill, but if you don't have the skill at at least known, then you suffer the -20 for unknown skill.
After adding the boni / subtracting the Mali you roll a d100 using this forums dice-roller (see: How to format your text below the post-area). If your roll is below the final value you succeed, otherwise you fail. Meeting the exact value still is a success.

Think that should cover it.

"Thats a good one. I certainly don't make a good corpse, you know?
And Adhalia, Zora and Area are way too beautiful to get chopped by an Ork. So I'm totally for Locke to go scouting. Hahahar!"

"You loved those instruction-vids with a helmet-on-sticks to draw fire, eh Sarge?
You think that actually works... Oh well we're fighting Orks aren't we ... so I think it may work after all - hahaha!"

From up above, Sam strains his neck to get a look at their Target. Any obvious signs of recent battle - like smoke coming from the direction maybe?

Sam replies good-heartedly
"Hahaha, what do flyboys know of boats in the first place, huh? Harharhar!"

Down inside the troop compartment, Zora shakes her head and rolls her eyes in disbelieve over such a bad 'joke'.

After some rumble-time Sam shots down into the Chimera: "Hey flyboys, what are you doing on this shithole of a planet after all? Beeing nice flyboys an' helping us mudfeet or some fancy, mysterious, hidden objective? An what's that bubbling of yours? Fancy-secret-tongue-number-66?"

What the heck is this bubble?
Com. Lore Guard 55: 1d100 ⇒ 59
Scrutiny 32-20 untrained: 1d100 ⇒ 96
Oh well, whatever. A few bodies more for the Orks to feed on can't be a bad thing after all...
He shouts from the top-mounted gun at those in the interior: "Welcome aboard the ride number ZERO_EIGHT_FIFTEEN to THE DEPTHS SHITTY-HELL. It greets you Gunner Jankins, your pilot is Pvt. Black.
Our current flight height is 2 meter and our ETA is ... UNKNOWN.
We hope you enjoy the rest of our ride."

"Sir, Command wants us to continue with the mission. And they want us to dump them here and send their coordinates to HQ for them to send a pickup. And their boss wants to talk to them via the vox..."
Sam holds the vox receiver to the obvious leader of the flyboys.
His expression is somewhat ... concerned and disbelieving. He clearly did not awaited such an order.

"Öhhh...Kay. Will do that, Sir. What unit were they from 'gain? Couldn't tell them that we have found some crashed flyboys, can I?"
Guess this will get me an answer of kind ^^

Sam plays around with the vox a bit, while waiting for an answer, then sends a quick call to HQ.
"HQ this is facility relief mission #1 under Sergeant Cormaeg MacCammon. We encountered survivors of flight x97-54. Two wounded, two on their feet after local fauna attack. Request commands how to continue. Back to base, wait for recovery of wounded or continue the mission? Jankins out."

The heavy built man enters the chimera through the rear shaft, only a few long wires and scrap metal in hand.
"Nothing really helpful, Sir. We can roll on. Let her roar, Black!"
After that, he will man the pintle mounted heavy Stubber again. Just in case. This planet is NOT friendly ... at all.

Nodding to Cormaeg and Locke, Sam walks to the soldier struggling with the salvage from the flyer.
"Come let me lend you a hand. Looks like you need a strong man to carry those!
The name is "Heavy", or Sam if you persist. This is Zora - my loader. And Fancy-Storm-Trooper Locke."

After helping with the crates and packages (he will take a good look at the things inside if possible), Sam will take a quick tour through the flyer. Looking if anything important was 'missed'.
Awareness 32: 1d100 ⇒ 19

How to search the flyer?
Priorities: Weapons, ammunition (explosives?), medical supplies and any viable tools (auspex, vox, multi tool?)

+++ Via team-vox +++
"Should I take a look into their bird? Maybe we can salvage some more?"

"Heeeh! Our steak is turning tails!"
Stabby-Stab! 27+30 (outnumber should still apply?): 1d100 ⇒ 83

A grunt is heard from the man, as he tries to follow up with a quick strike at the beast, but this time he misses the beast by a huge margin.

"Stop that, you dumb creature! Don't you know when your on the loosing side?! I will barbecue you in no-time!"
Shouting at the top of his lungs, Sam stabs at the creature attacking their CO.
Stabby-Stab 27+30+10+5=72: 1d100 ⇒ 53
Damage!: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
"Shh! Shhh! Back to your basket, 'lil pussycat!"

Don't think I can cancel it, and even if so I would only be able to ready the bayonet... I thought a new round has started already?

Sam drops from gunport and readies the bayonet.
"Sir, you got it the wrong way. I want to eat that thing, not be its meal!"
With that he joins the fray near the creature, not being able to strike it yet, but adding to the pressure against it.
We now outnumber it 3:1 so we all receive +30 gang up bonus!

"Whoop, Whoop. There it burns! We'll have a barbecue after all!"
a quick look over the shoulder shows the Sargent holding it at bay - and a crowded interior not allowing any clear shot. So he settles back on the gunport, readying a shot, hoping the creature will back off from to fle or search a weaker target and getting into his firing area...
Redied action, shot at the cat as soon as it enters the 45° firing arc
Aimed, single, overcharged, close range, comrade 46+10+10+10+5=81: 1d100 ⇒ 100
Whoops, jam... Let's just hope Cormaeg make some nice fillets for us and it will not trigger ^^

Oh i was hoping to catch the #1 before he kills the mudfeet...
If it is impossible ... how difficult would it be to fire at the one attacking us through the interior of the chimera?
If that is out of question ... just kill one of the fleeings then ...

Who the heck let the rear hatch open?^^
Now we really are fish in a bottle ... Maybe armed fish in a armored bottle but still ...
Realising that he cannot do a thing to help the others near the ramp due to the close interior of the chimera, Sam decides to shoot at the remaining Terrorcat attacking their allies.
Overcharged, Aimed, Short Range, Comrade, Semi, Melee 46+10+10+5-20=51: 1d100 ⇒ 5 Wheeh, 4 DoS!
Sunburn 1: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14E, Pen:2
Sunburn 2: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9E, Pen:2
Sunburn 3: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15E, Pen:2
RF: 1d5 ⇒ 4
Maybe a little overkill here ...?^^
-12 charges

As he opens up with a masterfully aimed volley of lasbolt's, you hear him humming in his deep voice ... then he starts singing ... a drinking song of some kind of what you can make out over the omnypresent snap-krack of lasguns at high power settings.
"Hipp Hipp Hurray, Rise up your Glass
The Devil won't get hold of us!
Rise up your Glass, Hipp, hipp, hurray
Well'drink until our final Day!"

Nice first roll Thomas 2.0 ;-) my very first warhammer 40k roll was a plain 100 ... Playing a psyker ...

Does this means a new round is up?

'Whoooah, what I did? I was sleepin in the back, dreaming of this naughty nurse in base ... And then you just sploded is head ova all da Chmera! I didnd did nothing!'

Also, welcome 'Locke 2.0'
xD

Sam steps to the firing slid beside Adahlia and Zora, adding another firing a wild burst at overload-setting onto the 'thinking' creature.
Close+10, Semi+0, Comrade +5=61: 1d100 ⇒ 63 damn it, an aim action wpuld have helped that to an hit... but I guess I have to take a move action to take position at the firing port? Otherwise I will obviously throw in an aim on top of it

The scretching sound of the claws, ripping through the flak armor in his ears, Sam drops down the ladder into the vehicle, grapping the top hatch in the progress.
"Wheeh, we have company on the top. Wanted me as an appetizer. We may should disembark and show them out disappointment, eh?"

+10 for close range! Or maybe even +30 for paoont blank if the enemy is within 3meters.
Can I choose to have my disengage action, modelled as dropping down the turrent, closing the hatch behind me?
Not being a melee specialist and fighting half-encumbranced on top of a moving vehicle doesn't sound like a good idea ...

Ini: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Reading the scene ... Can I catch all of them inside my 45 degree suppressive fire arc? The general direction of all of them is the same so ... maybe?^^

Sam climbs the turret noisily, cursing about 'closed confinement', 'not made for a proper man' and 'this damned, half-blocked hatch'.
Finally he reaches the top and the resounding echo of an engaged heavy stubber gets audible.
After readying the weapon, Sam takes a hard look at the suspicious activity near the tree line...
Awareness 32: 1d100 ⇒ 35
Seeing the weird acting soldier, Sam fills his enormous lungs with air, and shouts over the noise of the Chimera towards the man.
"STOP IT, RIGHT THERE, SOLDIER!"
If the man does not immediately stops and falls back, he will use a quick, warning salvo from the stubber to warn the man.
Nothing says stop one, like an full-auto salvo a few meters above ones head...
If things come to this, Sam will shout into the tank: "Dumbass was falling for monster's talking trick. Expect enemy contact any moment now!"

Does this Chimera have a pintle mounted gun? If so I would man it and declare an overwatch on the tree-line.

"No reason to park our ride beside your face-landed flyer. Get out and come over, before it finally explodes and kill us all! We provide cover."
Flipping of the vox, he rolls his eyes muttering into his non-existing beard: "Born with a golden spoon, isn't she?"

"Wow, they ate dirt with gusto, it seem! Can't wait to congratulate their pilot on such a great landing!
Zora ready Berta for that big game the Lady told us about...
I always wanted to present a blasted-off head of some jungle-monster over my field-bed..."
Hehe, I like to play the foul-mouthed macho a lot it seems :-)

Sam will relay, their Commanders decision to the lost group.
Telling them to get a move to the signal fire.

Sam whistles through his teeth as the reply come in.
"Wheeheew. Seem like we found the lost cattle faster then expected, doesn't it?
Obviously that's because of my awesome tech-capabilities that we found them that quick, don't you thin Zora?"
A gaze like a knife is the logical answer to that latest macho-remark of the heavy gunner.

After a quick look to the Sarge, Sam will reply - until otherwise commanded.
"Identify yourself and give a status report, soldier."

"Ahh, and thanks for the Emperor for that, Sweety. You would loose at least 10 percent of your stunning look if you were made from more metal than skin. Believe a knowing man on that matter...", replies Sam back with an even wider grin, which is only slightly reduced by a thrown ration-bar-to-the-head coming from Zora.
"Now stay quiet you jackass, or no one will hear anything over that baby-phone!"

Zora looks to the Sergeant in surprise. "You want this brute to fiddle with delicate tech? I don't think that this is such a good idea..."
Sam smiles towards her with what he thinks to be a disarming grin and also takes a look at the vox.
25+20: 1d100 ⇒ 41
After some moments, he laughs out lout. "Haha! There you go Adahlia. You have to switch to 'listen' rather than 'send'. Now let's hear ..."
I am currently rolling exceptionally well...
I will so blow myself up in the next fight ^^

The words of the NCO causes the wide, beaming grinn Jankins is known for.
"Sir, every man is tasked to spend the Emperors resources only if utterly necessary for they are strained, Sir! Rule #1 of basic training - according to Munitorum Adept Ignatius, Sir!"

"Uhh. Sir, do you think it possible that one of those high and mighty flyer's was gunned down and made a crash here? That thing could be a flare to signal the landing space. And the smaller heat signature trying to get away from the flare may be the poor guy who pisses himself 'cause he thinks us to be one of the jungle-monsters going to eat him for lunch? Maybe we should hail him with the vox or the remote-speakers of the chimera? Tell him to calm down, were imperials and such things?"
The heavy weapon trooper grins at the thought of being thought of as one of those beasts of this planet.

can one guess its area? Does it look 'normal' or ... witchy?

"Larger one moving away from us, straight into the tree line. Smaller one's stationary."