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Post by dakota on Sept 25, 2004 5:52:39 GMT -5
Shepherd inches away from the rock, motioning to Snowball and Dyson. " Let's go.." He turns back towards the Colonel." Don't wait too long, that plume of smoke could bring every unfriendly nearby almost as fast as the chopper crash will." He heads off to the southeast, along the creek bed at a quick pace.
After a few moments, the creek bends back northward and Shep pauses, distracted by something laying at the edge of a pool just ahead. The wind shifts and Snowball gets the scent of something, but before he can respond, a pair of Simvan sring from behind cover a mere 30 yards away. One is armed with a battered Wilk's rifle , the other holds makeshift bladed staff.
(Tag- Anyone)
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Post by Sensorium on Sept 25, 2004 8:19:47 GMT -5
Dyson sticks close to Shep as they move out along the creek bed, and his attention focused on scanning the area, turning his head from side to side.
Dyson notices Shep looking at something in a pool just ahead of them and begins to follow his gaze, but is caught off guard by the sound of movement. Dyson jerks his C-27 up to his shoulder and begins to swing around looking for the source of the noise and spots the two simvan.
OOC: Should we roll for initiative or is combat going to be first post first serve.
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Post by dakota on Sept 26, 2004 21:34:59 GMT -5
The larger Simvan waves his rifle menacingly as the pair shout at the trio in their own language. His rifle swings to Dyson as he spots the plasma cannon being raised.
Should we roll for initiative or is combat going to be first post first serve.
Yup, just like the old west, who's faster on the draw.
Simvan int roll = 12 (rifle), 5 (staff)
Shep roll = 10
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Post by Sensorium on Sept 27, 2004 11:12:42 GMT -5
Dyson's initiative = 4
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Post by unwurthy on Sept 28, 2004 14:46:05 GMT -5
A menacing growl rumbles in Snowball's chest as he points his CP-40 at the Simvan armed with the Wilk's rifle. A slight hint of a grin twitches into his features as the rush of expected combat floods his senses.
initiative = 7
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Post by dakota on Sept 29, 2004 5:50:32 GMT -5
The rifle bearing Simvan levels his rifle his rifle with a roar and fires at Dyson ( attack roll = 6) and clips him in the shoulder ( 5pts damage ). Shep retaliates with a shot from the hip at the Simvan with the rifle ( attack roll = 2) , missing wide and striking the rock they'd used for the ambush, and showering the area with fragments. " Dammit!" he cursed, raising the rifle to a proper shooting position.
(Tag- Unwurthy, then Dyson)
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Post by dakota on Oct 2, 2004 7:55:30 GMT -5
(Tag- Unwurthy, then Dyson)
OOC I mean Snowball, then the other Simvan, then Dyson.
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Post by dakota on Oct 7, 2004 11:53:45 GMT -5
Snowball roared as he leveled his rifle on the lead Simvan and fired ( roll to hit = 14), striking it in the chest and sending it spinning. (dmg = 16 ) A transmission burst over the radio as the second Simvan charged, it's weapon raised high " Mother we have been delayed at the party, take the kids to see the bird man and we'll meet you there...over and out." . Before Shep could reply, the Simvan brought it's staff down at his head (to hit = 20,  ). Bringing up his rifle to try to parry the blow ( to parry=...1, [ I HATE DICE! ]), and stumbles on a loose rock, leaving himself open to the blow. The blade strikes his helmet with a resounding thud, and Shepherd slumps to the creek bed as a second transmission from Mendez comes over the radio " mother the party was lame so we left to go bird watching." (tag- Dyson) |
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 7, 2004 13:05:37 GMT -5
As Shep falls to the creek bed, Dyson brings his cannon to beare on the staff wielding simvan's chest and fires a plasma blast.
Roll to strike: 12 + 3 aimed +0 scope ( I'm about 12' away from the simvan, right?) = 15.
Damage= 20 MDC
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Post by dakota on Oct 8, 2004 20:42:35 GMT -5
The second Simvan bursts into a cloud of gore as the plamsa strikes his unarmored chest. Snowball grunts as he passes Dyson, heading towards the first Simvan. " You should call others and check on him.I'll deal with the other one." He growls as his claws spring from his fingertips and he turns to the wounded Simvan trying to crawl away.
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 8, 2004 22:01:27 GMT -5
Dyson walks over to Shep while raising his walkie-talkie and saying into it "We ran into some bad apples and Mother is down ,but not out. We'll go bird watching if we can. out".
Putting away his walkie, Dyson kneels down beside Shep and takes a look at his helmet.
OOC: is there any visible damage to Shep's helmet, or did the concussion of the simvan's blade just knock him out.
IC: After looking, at Shep's helmet, Dyson looks up and scans the forest and the pool that distracted Shep before the attack.
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Post by dakota on Oct 11, 2004 7:21:50 GMT -5
Inspecting the helmet, Dyson finds a large scratch down the back of if, but no dents. Shepherd moans slightly as Dyson's gaze shifts to the object they'd spotted in the creekbed. It appears to be man sized, but too far away to really tell what it is. A staticy response bursts over the comm "take mother (gives direction that will bring them on intercept with his group. with out giving coordinates.) we will meet you half way"
Snowball suddenly looms overhead, licking blood from his claws, purring. " Now what? " he growls.
OOC: is there any visible damage to Shep's helmet, or did the concussion of the simvan's blade just knock him out.
Yup
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 11, 2004 11:39:49 GMT -5
Dyson looks up at Snowball and says " I think Shep's going to be okay, but I don't know if he can walk yet." Dyson looks down at Shep and says " Shep can you hear me?"
Looking back up at Snowball Dyson says " The Col. radioed in a direction for us to travel in to meet the rest of the squad(tells Snowball the direction). We'll head out in a sec, but Shep saw something in the creek bed down there(points), go check it out while I try and wake him up, and don't get too close to it whatever it is. We might need you to Carry Shep outta here.
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Post by dakota on Oct 11, 2004 12:05:14 GMT -5
Snowball snorts and nod, quickly bounding off towards the object, his rifle in his arms. He stops short of it, then approaches cautiously. Nudging it with his foot, he quickly returns to Shep and Dyson and scoops up Shepherd, slinging him over his shoulder easily in a fireman's carry. " It was Skelebot. Badly damaged."
A groan comes from behind Snowball as consciousness slowly returns. " No Skelebots out here." Shep's says, in a strained voice. " Anyone get the number of the hovertrain that hit me?" He groans again, trying to right himself, and then falls limply silent again. Snowball looks at Dyson ." You lead, I bring him."The cat picks up Shep's pack, and peering into it, gives Dyson an odd look before slinging it over his free shoulder.
(Tag - Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 11, 2004 13:16:52 GMT -5
"Okay Snowball, stay close." Dyson says as he starts walking, cannon held out in front, in the direction the Col. told him to ( I'm assuming Dyson has some way of telling which direction is which).
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). Bringing up his rifle to try to parry the blow ( to parry=...1, [ I HATE DICE! ]), and stumbles on a loose rock, leaving himself open to the blow. The blade strikes his helmet with a resounding thud, and Shepherd slumps to the creek bed as a second transmission from Mendez comes over the radio " mother the party was lame so we left to go bird watching."