Avastan: Planetfall

[Tiglath]

Jakob

When the rear guard is set and everyone is in place, Jakob will lead Tango and Victor forward. "The bridge first, sometimes they like to hole up there and assume we won't shoot them. They forget that this is a starship fix-it site, so don't be too sparing on the ammo."

Jakob would take the potential nuke issue seriously and kick the reactions up a notch so that he and his team can support whatever else needs doing. So, boarding action all the way, and not sparing the ammo. If someone wants to surrender they need to be quick about it.

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As Jakob goes forward Caxton and Freddie cross to the port side and cover the corridor towards the ship's nose. They leave Jolly as rearguard. Jakob forges forward with the pepped up Tango and Victor. The first iris valve to their front left opens onto the ship's bridge. A male in high tech shipboard dress holding a snub pistol calls "Now, wait..." Victor shoots him in the face. The musical artiste become merc reports flatly "Clear. I just see dead bloke and bulkhead in here".

Jakob and Tango push on up the starboard companionway. As they approach it the iris valve to their front pops open. Two figures in CES and plate carriers open fire on full auto. Jakob recognises that guys with more range time might allow for the full auto muzzle climb. He and Tango are entirely unscathed. Tango replies with autofire rocking one ambusher's head back with a headshot but not downing him.

Actions from Jakob please.

(OOC:
Victor: 2d6 + 3: (4 + 3) + 3 = 10 Two Hits
Location: 1d8: 6 = 6 Torso, 1d8: 1 = 1 Head
Effect: 2d6 + 6: (1 + 6) + 6 = 13 KIA++ That'll do it...

Oppo merc #1 To Hit: 2d6 + 3: (2 + 1) + 3 = 6 Miss! Oh, he's going to be sorry...
Oppo merc #2 To Hit: 2d6 + 3: (2 + 2) + 3 = 7 Miss! Oh dear...

Tango: 2d6 + 3: (4 + 3) + 3 = 10 Two Hits
Location: 1d8: 6 = 6 Torso, 1d8: 1 = 1 Head AV 7 1d8: 3 = 3 Chest AV 10
Effect: 2d6 − 1: (2 + 3) − 1 = 4 Light Wound 1d6: 5 = 5 Not KO 2d6 − 4: (3 + 4) − 4 = 3 No Effect).

[Leitz]

Jakob targets the unshot person and keeps moving forward.

Shoot autofire [_2d6+6]=(5+1)=6+6=12
If I remember correctly: +1 Skill, +1 Dex, +4 Autofire

[Tiglath]

Jakob

Jakob targets the unshot person and keeps moving forward.

Advancing on the enemy Jakob keeps up the pressure. He puts a burst into his target's centre mass only to see it impact on the merc's ballistic plate. The targeted merc staggers under the impact then suddenly coughs up blood and drops to the deck. His mate, having just had his bell rung by Tango's headshot holds his weapon off target and out to the side of his body. "Alright I'm done! Bonded merc out of Collace* - I've got my paper wiv me!" He spots Jakob's rank tabs and, looking relieved, adds "Sir".

Jakob finds himself in an open area with a corridor with staterooms either side leading away towards the ship's nose. He sees an iris valve mirroring the one he has just stormed on the ship's portside (just off the map! ). Pursued by a fusilade of ACR fire (from Caxton and Freddie) two men in high tech shipboard dress run back through this valve and out of the companionway. Upon seeing Jakob, Tango and the surrendered merc they throw down their handguns and raise their hands (one rather painfully due to a lightly wounded arm).

The older one of the two makes himself spokesman and states (very much in the manner of a Naval Officer) "Sir, I surrender the ship. We are Star Mercenaries and have repatriation bonds payable at Mille Falcs". In contrast to the much more philosophical Collace merc he seems entirely displeased with the way events have turned out.

(OOC:

Shoot autofire [_2d6+6]=(5+1)=6+6=12 If I remember correctly: +1 Skill, +1 Dex, +4 Autofire

Jakob To Hit: Natural 6 +2 Dex, +2 Autofire, +1 Skill, -2 Moved = 9 Hit
Location: 1d8: 4 = 4 Chest AV 10
Effect: 2d6 − 4: (6 + 6) − 4 = 8 Bowled 'im!!! Oh, I say - that rose sharply off a length! Serious Wound. Do not pass go do not collect £200.
Merc morale test. Value is 8 shifted to 6 by wounds/casualties this turn. 2d6: (4 + 3) = 7 Fail No retreat possible = Surrender.

* Mercenary Bonds are underwritten by major banks and are therefore a "hard" currency. Of course they are payable only upon the safe passage and return of the bearer to the place where the bond is underwritten. Professional mercs who surrender under the terms of the bond expect fair treatment and in return remove themselves from the conflict. When being dealt with by other mercs the exact nature of these terms are negotiable but are always preferable to being dealt with by (often rather irate) local troops/government).

[BackworldTraveller]

Freya
OK - Drones Report. Where are we still seeing activity? Anything new or strange? Any radio from unexpected locations? We'd be expecting reactions by about now...any sign of that?

[Leitz]

Jakob took his finger off the trigger, but kept the safety off and weapon up. He looked from the first surrender to the older man. "Then you need to act really really quickly. Guarantee me that this entire ship is surrendered and get everyone together. Local whacko wants to pop a nuke and I need to secure this ship before I go help smack him around."

His tone and body language are clear; he will secure the ship via active cooperation or piling up bodies.

Assuming the ship gets fully surrendured

"Caxton, bonded repats should be surrendering, get Freddie to the ambulance and then send a medic starboard forward. Need a stretcher, I've got the bearers." Jakob secured his rifle, shouldered it, and pulled out his med kit to stabilize the man he shot.

[Tiglath]

Frank

Dubs professionally intones "Incoming tight beam from the Hawkwind for you, sir".

He puts the call through to Frank.

[shaidar]

Frank switches the call to speaker (but keeps the microphone set to his unit) so Liv and the others can her:

Frank gets a response "Ah, I assume I am talking to Colonel Skeet or Colonel Cross. I can only base your identity on the level of "affront" to Imperial ambitions that you have carried off here. From my intelligence estimate either would be possible. Oh, just please don't tell me it's both of you!" Frank can almost "feel" his sour distaste over the comm.

He continues "Nevertheless, you also have my attention. To my exact and current knowledge you have just killed ten of Solonik's assassins in almost as many seconds. They were in ambush, they had hostages, indeed every tactical advantage that could be contrived..." He pauses, calculating "...and yet...". He continues but distractedly "However, Colonel, there are sufficient sealed iris valves between me and... and so... quite logically you must yield... but then... only they could... ". Then, as it seems that the other shoe drops... he stops.

Mikhailov rallies with "Now, look here, whoever you are. I'm changing my terms. Use all of your forces to extract me from the Hawkwind now or I'll detonate the warhead! Get me out and you can even keep the nuke. Surely some of you must have worked with Van Owen and know the score? I control the whole planet. So, you get me out now and you'll be well rewarded see? They're coming for me! Get me out now!!!"

Frank can't suppress a smile. He raises a questioning eyebrow at Liv.

"So Imperial Intelligence and the not-so-good Doctor have finally caught up with you? I guess they don't like their agents going rogue. If you want extraction from the Hawkwind, then tell me everything you know that will help my men get to you first...oh and I want the deactivation code for the nuke."

[Tiglath]

Prerna

Prerna moves across the common room. She sees a gunman advancing up the stairs and engages him. He fires back and a round dings off her helmet as she puts the guy down with a burst to his upper body.

Roland arrives using Prerna's entry route (via the stateroom) and shepherds the hostages whilst remonstrating with Able on the “roof”. “Be calm humans – you are safe. I am a Search and Rescue unit. Caution: Soldier Corporal Able, attempting to jump down from that height is a physical hazard. Please use a safety ladder with which you have current training. Caution: inappropriate language detected. Hazard. You are not trained in safely climbing on this unit”.

After a short delay Able transmits “Cor, the totty 'ave 'ad a right old barney! Oh, 'ello treacle*...er ...Miss?”

A confused female voice can be heard to query slowly “Talar þú Galanglic?”

Erica calls over the SEMC command channel “Hostages are secure with Able and my guard bot at the entry point. I found a Tango KIA port-side. It's possible that we may have some internal regime change dynamic in evidence. Pushing on to recce the lower deck”.

(OOC: * Universal Translation Service: Treacle = Treacle Tart = Sweetheart. Totty = desirable others (females).

Prerna To Hit: 2d6 + 7: (4 + 2) + 7 -2 Moving = 11 Two Hits
Location: 3d8: (2 + 5 ) = 7 Right Arm, Left Arm AV6
Effect: 2d6: (3 + 1) = 4 Light Wound, 2d6: (6 + 5) = 11 Serious Wound).
Return fire: 2d6 + 2: (2 + 4) + 2 = 8 Hit (Move and Autofire cancel +2/-2 net +2 for skill)
Location: 1d8: 1 = 1 Head!
Effect: 2d6 − 4: (4 + 4) − 4 = 4 Light Wound KO Test 1d6: 5 = 5 Not KO

[joertexas]

Prerna

Erica calls over the SEMC command channel “Hostages are secure with Able and my guard bot at the entry point. I found a Tango KIA port-side. It's possible that we may have some internal regime change dynamic in evidence. Pushing on to recce the lower deck”.

Prerna crosses the common room, and noting the other gunman is down, she changes mags and proceeds down the starboard side stairs.

[Tiglath]

Kit

"Just in case there is a nuke that needs to be disarmed, I am on my way." says Kit and then when his channel his off, he takes a deep breath, collects himself and runs towards a nuke.

Kit via some good old fashioned erosion of his boots' grips and an (at least partial) hitching of a lift (he's an officer! ) on a grav going that way arrives at the Hawkwind.

Kit will direct Ink and Route One to get the 4 prisoners into the pen...

Ink and Route One herd their prisoners northwards towards the "pen".

[_2d6]=(6+1)=7
2d6+3 = 7 + 3 = 10

Kit is sure he saw an armoured / military figure lurking in an interior door off the loading bay. However, they slipped out of sight.

Any addition / reaction to my last?

[BackworldTraveller]

Kit

"Just in case there is a nuke that needs to be disarmed, I am on my way." says Kit and then when his channel his off, he takes a deep breath, collects himself and runs towards a nuke.

Kit via some good old fashioned erosion of his boots' grips and an (at least partial) hitching of a lift (he's an officer! ) on a grav going that way arrives at the Hawkwind.

Kit will direct Ink and Route One to get the 4 prisoners into the pen...

Ink and Route One herd their prisoners northwards towards the "pen".

[_2d6]=(6+1)=7
2d6+3 = 7 + 3 = 10

Kit is sure he saw an armoured / military figure lurking in an interior door off the loading bay. However, they slipped out of sight.

Any addition / reaction to my last?

Not unless Kit calls it in or my drones also spot it!

[Tiglath]

Freya

OK - Drones Report. Where are we still seeing activity? Anything new or strange? Any radio from unexpected locations? We'd be expecting reactions by about now...any sign of that?

Florence replies "Sir, new drone launched and climbing to operational altitude, um... sorry Ma'am. Visually nothing new. Well, the Aslan have put a flag up. No movement but ours. No new activity on jammed channels. Rock 'n Roll transmissions identified as 4DC are atmospheric distance and closing".

She pauses and lowers her voice "Um... Ma'am... Mister Dubs says I can paint a ring on my drone controller. Er... is that man I bumped alright? And apparently my new comms "handle" is "FOD". It's short for - Florence: Object Damage".

Not unless Kit calls it in or my drones also spot it!

Hence the query (and because I don't do "gotcha").

It's also at ground level and at the back of a roofed building so no LOS for drones at altitude.

[Tiglath]

Jakob

The Collace/ISS Sec For merc asks permission and then professionally clears his weapon, piles his ammo on top of it and steps well away. He volunteers "Look, if you play fair I'm good, sir. You must be 4DC or that new crew pullin' this sorta stroke? If you can 'elp me oppo aht I'll more than meet you 'arf way". He shrewdly retains his body armour but dextrously removes his stricken comrade's torso armour and CES to facilitate first aid. He likewise puts the man's ammo and weapon beyond immediate use or reach.

Caxton replies with dry humour "Sir, I believe the men Freddie and I shot at ran away with the distinctive gait of officers and gentlemen. I couldn't help but recognise the breedin' - so I'm sure that's the pair you have with you now, sir!"

The two ship's officers sulkily confirm they are the only remaining crew aboard less the Engineers who are no longer responding to their comms (this would tie in with one KIA and one POW from that compartment). By their account it appears that "some maniac" ambushed the rest of the crew whilst returning from a night out. The senior one pauses only to caustically add "Mercenary scum!" at no one in particular before lapsing into sullen silence.

Jakob performs a minor miracle in dealing with the downed merc's sucking chest wound and soon has him triaged and fit for medevac. His skills are not lost on his audience "Wot unit did you say you was again?"

Meanwhile Caxton calls in the ambulance routing it through both southern "road" entrances which are now (notionally) safe routes.

(OOC: Medic Roll: 2d6 + 2: (5 + 6) + 2 = 13 Outstanding!)

[Leitz]

Jakob

"Officers don't run away, Sergeant Caxton, they fall back to regroup. Sometimes with haste," Jakob said over the comm. "Bring the engineers forward and then I'm going to turn everyone over to you. Unless you want me to handle captees while you go help Kit with the nuke?"

Jakob looked at the POW who knew how to surrender, and then nodded to the weapons on the deck. "We're slightly ethical, it's even in the name. You are now officially a stretcher bearer, along with our other uninjured guest. I'm Captain Domici, look me up after this is over. We'll talk to people who know how to get the job done."

Jakob stood, and looked at the uninjured officer. "You are a stretcher bearer, help get this man to our ambulance. You will be treated fairly, but right now we have to focus on keeping everyone safe. Put us at risk and I'll kill you."

As Caxton headed forward, Jakob stood back to observe and turned the comm to Command. "Whiskey(1), this is Captain Domici, we believe the Deliverance is secure. Multiple wounded, bonded mercs open for conversation, and a couple of officers that have been told to get to work or get perforated. Caxton will handle them, do you want me to assist with the warhead? Or something else?"

(1) Jakob avoided mentioning Whiskey One (Frank) specifically, since Frank might be occupied with other stuff. Voss could reply and direct Jakob however he sees fit.

[shaidar]

Frank pops up the following text on the holo-terminal in HQ:

"Liv: How likely is ImpInt to work with us to make it look like we've extracted him until we get the nuke?"

[BackworldTraveller]

Freya
Has someone called a Taxi? There's our ambulance in the berm!

And

Freddie...Are you free to return to your old role now?
Freya is a little concerned as it seem's he may have been hit - having finally noted an odd notation on his status

[gurusql]

Kit
Kit is sure he saw an armoured / military figure lurking in an interior door off the loading bay. However, they slipped out of sight.

I know that when I saw this I was trying to figure out where this is. The loading bay of the berm? the loading bay of one of the ships? I did not know how to report it then it got away from me - 100% my bad. Also is it one or multiple targets. Can I please get a little more detail so I can report it?

[Tiglath]

(OOC:

Kit
Kit is sure he saw an armoured / military figure lurking in an interior door off the loading bay. However, they slipped out of sight.

I know that when I saw this I was trying to figure out where this is. The loading bay of the berm? the loading bay of one of the ships? I did not know how to report it then it got away from me - 100% my bad. Also is it one or multiple targets. Can I please get a little more detail so I can report it?

It all made perfect sense in my head!

We're talking about ground level inside the berm and on the map the enclosed black "chord" of the circular bay at the northern side.

Ref:https://www.unseenservant.us/forum/view ... 40#p593340

This represents a two story building with the bottom floor a seizable container truck servicing loading bay / logistics hub with offices on the floor above. The bay has truck sized access doors at ground level. Being 4m high this makes it contiguous with the top of the berm / effectively "roofs over" that northern portion of the berm.

One of the (truck sized) doors is open giving LOS inside from Kit's position on the berm tarmac/landing apron.

Inside the building and moving deeper within and therefore out of LOS Kit saw one armoured military figure consistent with the ISS Sec For troops (CES + Plate carrier) that you have encountered previously.

Hope this helps explain matters better.

[Tiglath]

Jakob

The Collace born merc hefts the stretcher and replies to Jakob "Fanks for 'elpin' me mucker aht. You're a proper gent an' no mistake, sir". He bears his stretcher away.

Voss replies on the command channel "Captain Domici my compliments on your acquisition. The Colonel is in negotiations. However, you are qualified in... ordnance disposal. I fear that qualification may prove of immediate use on the Hawkwind. I'll come forward to help Caxton on the Deliverance and... if you need it... good luck".

[Leitz]

Jakob gave the Collace merc an officer's nod; respectful of a professional and not too familiar. The merc would have plenty of opportunity to see SEMC in action, and to ask questions. The troops could make their evaluation and recommend him, or not.

"Enrote," Jakob replied to Voss as he safed and slung his weapon. As he trotted down the corridor he opened a comm to Liv. "Hey, hot looking Intel person. Best guess as to what sort of warhead I'm about to face, and any instructions you have on it. Any other data you feel useful, send on over."

He switched to the command channel. "Domici heading to the Hawkwind. Freya, can your folks get me some tools real quick, in case they got funky with the warhead?" He gave her his best guess on tools and cleared his head for the task at hand.

Getting data and using the proper tools might add some positive modifiers on the success roll. Can't hurt, anyway.