Opening Salvo
In the close quarters of the Krolowa's up-armored bridge, Snowy squeezes off a stream pepper-spray into the surprised face of the Czech. Despite the accuracy of the attack, microscopic droplets spew in all directions, rapidly filling the small, semi-enclosed space with a nostril-singing, lung-scorching, eye-watering miasma. Blinded, the Czech nevertheless finishes drawing his pistol as Snowy kicks out at his left knee. As he ducks reflexively to avoid the barrel of the swinging Makarov, Snowy’s boot glances off inner thigh and thrusts inside the Czech’s leg. A shot rings out, the bullet pancaking off of the bridge ceiling. Off balance, legs entangled, both men tumble to the deck, wrestling desperately for the pistol. Another shot rings out, the round slaloming along the bridge floor and into the aft bulkhead. After a few desperate seconds of grappling, Snowy gets the better of the exchange, his years of training kicking in almost automatically. After a few hard elbows to the man’s ribs, Snowy wrestles the gun from the Czech and, left hand holding the IPAT man down by the collar, presses the cold barrel of the Makarov to his forehead. The man, eyes shut tight, ceases struggling, although his body continues to be wracked by coughing. Walter and Adam cough along in a chorus of empathetic discomfort.
On the deck below, as Minh finishes subduing the Artur, Dawid thrusts his body against the trail of the Vasilek, swinging it into position. The IPAT men, noting the threatening maneuver, open fire on the tug from their unprepared positions along the shore. Protected somewhat by the steel-plate and sandbagged barbette that houses it, Dawid makes minor adjustments to the trim of the gun-mortar over its open sites, and kicks the firing pedal, sending a white phosphorous round at the green and brown IPAT BTR-80. The round misses wide right [8m], detonating in a cascade of burning particles and thick white smoke which, nonetheless, quickly envelopes the armored personnel carrier. The BTR gunner, temporarily blinded by the burning white wall, fires his big KPV machine gun in the general direction of the Krolowa, sending 14.5mm rounds sailing hopelessly high over the tug’s superstructure.
Moments before the Vasilek sends its first round downrange, Viktor, alone and exposed in the barge-mounted ZU-23-2, unleashes a burst at the IPAT C&C Humvee. The API rounds scream just over the head of the enemy gunner in the Humvee as he swings his pintle-mounted Mk-19 towards the barge. Rounds crack all around the big Pomeranian fighter as automatic rifleman join in on the duel. Ritter fires a second burst at the same target and watches as they once again fail to hit their intended target. A burst of 40mm counterfire [three 40mm HE grenades) detonates on and around the ZU, showering Ritter with dozens of bits of shrapnel and damaging the cannon's firing mechanism. The big Pole jumps spasmodically in his seat from the near-simultaneous multiple impacts, then slumps, bleeding, to the deck. He will be dead in a matter of minutes.
Tucker, on the right-hand side of the forward companionway, fires a burst from the PKM at the IPAT RPG gunner in the center of the IPAT’s firing line. His rounds kick up soil next to the man, as he raises his launcher tube to fire at the tug. Discomfitted by the near miss of Tucker's first burst, the man sends the AT rocket into the water ten meters from the Krolowa's forward quarter, kicking up an impressive but harmless geyser of white water.
On the forward companionway, Griet struggles to move the PKM to the starboard side. Plunking it into place on the sandbagged wall, she shoulders the weapon and fires a quick burst at the RPG gunner. Waves of pain radiate up her arm and into her and upper back chest as the burst flies wildly out of control. Griet releases the trigger and nearly drops the machine gun’s wooden butt-stock to the deck.
On the poop, the third IPAT chaperone stares down the long, cylindrical barrel of Clarence’s silenced pistol. Glancing sidelong at Bone’s M240, as its muzzle swings towards his chest, the Pole decides that discretion is the better part of valor. As the firing starts up from the shore, the man drops the AKM from his shoulder, turns, and after three loping strides, vaults over the starboard side into the frigid, brown Vistula water.
Jason, taking over the aft Dushka for the indisposed Milk, swings the barrel around as far starboard as it will go. Due to the oblique firing angle, it will be several seconds before any targets come into view.
Meanwhile, on the western shore, Chopper joins in on the action, sending a short ranging burst at the enemy Humvee on shore. It's difficult to quickly adjust fire due to the long flight time of the arcing rounds, and Chopper watches through the smoke of the heightening battle for the fall of his shots. It's difficult to tell whose fire is having what effect, but it seems that his first burst was long, passing over the IPAT Humvee and detonating some distance behind it.
OOC: I didn't post an action for Mariusz as I was not sure what his intentions were (either crawl on to the bridge roof to snipe, or take over the starboard Dushka for the indisposed Snowy.)
Jason will have opportunity fire on targets that come into view from right to left or he can choose a specific target for this next round.
Actions?
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:56, Wed 26 Mar 2008.