Re: The Battle of Torun
On his way to light the demo charge, Tucker comes face to face with two boarders. The nearest Russian spends precious half-a-second taking aim at Tucker's chest; without hesitation, Tucker sidesteps and fires instinctively, letting his training take over. He squeezes off two hurried shots, both low- one 9mmP round clangs off of the inner side of the starboard gunwale, the other lodges in the closest antagonist's upper right thigh. The man screams and stumbles, falling hard against the gunwale. His AK barks on the way down and three rounds streak just inches past Tucker's fritz helmet.
Behind Tucker, Jan is ready. Having shifted to the side to get line of sight past his American friend, Jan has a clear view of the second boarder. The Czech fires twice and hits his target in the upper right leg as well. Despite the cacophony of the firefight in which he is currently enveloped, Jan can hear the round split the hapless Russian's femur. Both Russians are down, both screaming, when another steps into the void. Both Tucker and Jan fire double taps at the new target and the third Russian drops to the deck in a lifeless heap. (Tucker -4 rounds; Jan -4 rounds)
Up above, Thijs tries to clear the stoppage that prevents his Dishka from rejoining the fight. He cranks back on the charging handle but the stovepiped 12.7mm round doesn't budge. He's about to try again when he notices movement on the deck below. Two men in Russian camouflage step out from behind the raised quarterdeck, rifles raised. Thijs releases the HMG and grabs for his Canadian-made LSW. By the time he's got the LSW up and tucked into his shoulder, both Russians, and a third that appeared in the meantime are down on deck, bleeding. He's about to try clearing the jam in The Dishka again when he notices a man's head and shoulders appear above the waist-high sandbag and ammo crate barricade that surrounds the raised quarterdeck. Rising to his tip-toes, Thijs levels his C7 at the intruder and fires a short burst. Rounds thud into the sandbags under the boarder, spraying him with bits of burlap and earth, and he drops down out of sight behind the quarterdeck. (Thijs -5 rounds)
On the bow of the Krolowa, Mariusz picks up his AK/GL combo and takes aim at the passing pilot boat. The window of opportunity is narrow and the small vessel once again passes behind the wall of steam (to port, or Mariusz's left when facing the bow). Mariusz fires blindly, estimating where the target should be in a couple of seconds when his 40mmS HE grenade occupies the same spot. There's a wet BOOM from off the port bow, but until the homer piec is deactivated, Mariusz will have to wait to see the result of his handiwork. (Mariusz -1 40mmS HE)
Over on the port side of the tug, Jay steps through a hatch and on to the main deck. He looks aft and sees the back end of the monitor directly in front of him. He begins to advance towards the Krolowa's stern, rifle raised, when a man in Russian camo steps out from behind the quarterdeck and right into the diminutive Gurkha's sights. Jay squeezes off two rounds and the man doubles over and crumples to the deck, gutshot. (Jay -2 rounds)
On the catwalk above Jay, Craig, just joined by LaRue, searches for the sniper on the highway bridge to the east from behind his Dishka's gunshield. He sees movement- several men running from the east bank towards the center of the span (from his right to his left) and then a small stationary hump about 20m to the left of the bridge's midpoint, just above the railing- the sniper. The runners are about 50m away from the suspected sniper and moving towards him.
On the Krolowa's bridge, Griet orders the engine room to give her full power to the engines. The lobster cooker is still spewing its wall of superheated steam, depriving the tug's pistons of vital thrust, but the tug starts to move forward, pulling away, albeit relatively slowly, from the Crocodile. Behind Griet, Connolly looks out the back door's view port, searching for boarder targets. The awning covering the tug's raised quarterdeck blocks most of the view, leaving only the tug's rounded poop. At the moment, however, the poop is walled off by a veil of steam, leaving only the superstructure of the monitor visible to her. Contorting her body to get a better view, Connolly spots a man's head protruding above the lip of the high helmsman's box. He's looking at the Krolowa's port HMG position, and appears to be working himself up to do something about it. [Since Griet activated the homer piec herself, from the bridge, she will need to deactivate it herself as well. I put the controls on the bridge to give the PCs direct control of the device, which will also allow it to be deployed much faster than if orders had to be relayed to the engine room over the intercom.]
The Crocodile is now about 10m aft of the Krolowa, screening the tug from the Russians on and around the dock on the east bank.
Next Moves?
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