Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945.   Posted by Directorate Committee.Group: 0
Directorate Committee
 GM, 7 posts
Tue 15 Sep 2015
at 21:56
Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
The advance through East Prussia has been hard. The Fascists are well fortified, their cannons well-positioned, and their fire deadly accurate. Every metre of ground has been bought with the bayonet, the bullet, and the rocket. After the day's hard fighting, Sagadat has been dozing for some time in the passengr seat of his Katyusha. He nearly flies out the window, however, as it squeals to an abrupt stop. "Comrade Lieutenant!" shouts your driver, a young Russian named Vsevolod, or Syeva, "Ilya's truck has fallen in a ditch!" he points ahead and to the right. About 100 yards away you can see the back half of another Katyusha, its wheels spinning ineffectually in the air.

What do you do?
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 2 posts
Tue 15 Sep 2015
at 22:08
Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Socrates Petrov sits bolt upright at the same time as he slides forward abruptly on the hard, uncomfortable seat, nearly biting his own tongue.

God fucking...

Shakes his head. Wakes himself up.

"Thank you, Syeva."

Look around first. What time of day is it and where's the sun (ie, how well can I see right now)? What do we know about the road ahead--has someone been scouting for ambushes? Who else do we have in the area? Tanks? Infantry? Do I have a radio?

This could be nothing, but I'm taking no chances with this goddamn Fascist bullshit we've been slogging through.

This message was last edited by the player at 13:17, Wed 16 Sept 2015.

Sagadat Petrov
 player, 4 posts
Wed 16 Sep 2015
at 13:29
Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
(also, I believe Katyusha refers not to the truck but to the rocket launcher itself, which can be mounted on anything you feel like launching some rockets from, up to and including sleds and backpacks. Mine is mounted on a Studebaker US6. THANKS PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT)

edit: Here we are:
http://i.imgur.com/IiTrPQ2.jpg

This message was last edited by the player at 16:43, Wed 16 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 8 posts
Wed 16 Sep 2015
at 18:11
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Sagadat Petrov:
Look around first. What time of day is it and where's the sun (ie, how well can I see right now)? What do we know about the road ahead--has someone been scouting for ambushes? Who else do we have in the area? Tanks? Infantry? Do I have a radio?

This could be nothing, but I'm taking no chances with this goddamn Fascist bullshit we've been slogging through.


It is evening, descending into dusk. The sun casts a shallow orange glow across your equipment. You can see the encroaching navy blue of night on the eastern horizon. You are following the rest of the army, infantry and tanks both, and are being followed in turn by logistical units. The infantry have cleared the way ahead of you, but it is apparent that not every ditch has been filled in. They are about a kilometer ahead.

Your truck has no radio. You get orders from the battalion commander delivered by motorcycle or, when close together, by signal lamps.
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 5 posts
Wed 16 Sep 2015
at 18:42
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
"Let's see what's up," Socrates tells Syeva. "Hope nobody broke his dumbass neck." Or the rocket launcher, he thinks. He loves the damn things, but the rails and folding frame are pretty fragile.

Syeva cuts the engine. "Come with me, Comrade," Socrates says, getting out. "And keep your weapon ready. This is probably nothing, but after that thing with the wire last week I'm a little paranoid." Keeping his dudes alive is one of Socrates' highest priorities, and he hopes the men can tell. They get few enough sources of happiness in their lives.

This message was last edited by the player at 19:44, Wed 16 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 9 posts
Wed 16 Sep 2015
at 21:13
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
As you approach the trench you hear a flurry of curses, which even from some ways off you are sure is Ilya. "Fucking fuck. Fuck your mother you bastard!" You reach the side of the trench, and see the truck is well and truly stuck, thought its rocket rack seems alright. The trench is part of a larger defensive work, and is wide enough that the bumper touches the far wall. Ilya is trying to pry it off to wall and push it back. It's a futile act if ever there was one, but Ilya's strength has never been in his common sense. He looks up as he notices you. "Ah, Lieutenant Socrates! Can you help? I've sent Stas to get something to pry this out, but that dog's cunt is taking his time."

You notice some shapes in the bottom of the trench, but they are hard to make out as your eyes haven't adjusted to the dark.

Syeva arrives beside you, shortly, and shines a flashlight down. It's bodies, German and Soviet both, some cut down by bullets but most have far more terrible wounds. Arms rent from torsos, guts torn apart, a chunk taken from a face here and there, throats ripped. It looks like an animal attack, but is a hundred times more horrible than anything you saw on the steppe. Before you can say anything you hear a horrified scream and the rattle of a PPSh-41
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 6 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 10:08
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
"The fuck happened here?" mutters Socrates to himself, crouching under Syeva's outstretched arm. Briefly he feels a thrill of instinctive horror--when he was little, there had been a wolf among the sheep one night, and his maternal uncle had brought him outside in the morning to look at what it had done. "Remember that no matter what we do we're smaller than Allah," he had said. Wolves are not really that big a deal when you're an adult--get a gun, invest in a few good dogs--but for a tiny child? Sagadat must have been about four when he had seen that.

But when he hears the scream, and then the rattle of small-arms fire, he wheels around, strange wounds forgotten. "I fucking knew it!" he snarls. It must be an ambush.

"Let go that cunt, Ilya, and come with us." Socrates draws his TT-33, wishing he had something bigger. You can bludgeon a dude to death with a Mosin, for instance. Right now this is an extremely tempting thought.

Once we get rid of this fucking Fascist, he thinks, we're all having a talk about going places alone.

This message was last edited by the player at 12:33, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 13 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 13:34
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Ilya is not equipped with a sidearm, and does not think to grab one of the rifles from the ground, instead, he takes off further down the trench, shouting "Stanislaus?! STAS!!" He rounds a corner and vanishes from sight.
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 7 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 13:47
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Ilya Alexandreyvitch Solokov is friendly, eager to please, and a strapping 6'4", but he is and will forever remain a dumbass.

"Solokov! Get your ass back here now!" Socrates barks, then sighs. He will wait only briefly for a response.

This message was last edited by the player at 13:48, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 14 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 13:58
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Either the boy doesnt hear his officer or doesn't care, because there is no reply.
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 8 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 14:11
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
God fucking shit hell damnit. This is probably the worst idea he's had this week, but there's no way Socrates is leaving one of his guys behind. Two, if Stas is still alive.

Pistol ready and forward into the dark.

"Syeva, cover me. Let's go."

This message was last edited by the player at 15:22, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 16 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 16:17
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Vsevolod pulls a bloody Nagant revolver from one of the corpses and, after checking that it is loaded, follows Sagadat. Another scream, this one Ilya's. He sounds furious, or perhaps agonized. Rounding the corner, the pair hustle further down, the shaking circle of the Russian's flashlight guiding their way. The screaming doesn't stop. They quickly reach a bunker, open from this side, and shine the light in.

Inside, a beast has pinned Ilya to the ground and is tearing at his gut, biting out flesh and entrails. Remarkably, the boy is still alive, and he beats at it feebly with a rifle.

The flashlight distracts it from its prey, and it looks up at the two newcomers, its form on full display. It resembles a wolf in overall shape, but instead of fur its body is covered in long, backward-facing quills. Its head is even more unfamiliar, smooth, earless, with glassy, sightless eyes all covered in thick bony armour. Blood and bile drip from its shear-like jaw plates and the rows of curved, serrated teeth behind them. With a hiss, it charges.

[The head is sorta like a Dunkleosteus but it also has teeth inside like a tiger shark's. The quills are like a porcupine's. Anyway, time for an action roll. What are you bringing to the table?]

This message was last edited by the GM at 16:18, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Sagadat Petrov
 player, 9 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 16:23
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
I have 3 action
I am Brave (+1)
I have a pistol, and this thing is close to me, +1.
I don't know if I'm at point blank range (+4) or not.

3+1+1 = 5 dice pool
OR
3+1+4 = 8 dice pool

I am also Tender-Hearted though, so it's possible that you want me to add a different-colored die to the pool to describe me flipping my shit.

Thoughts?

Edit: Vsevolod also acting with, +2

This message was last edited by the player at 17:04, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Sagadat Petrov
 player, 11 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 17:00
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
10, 10, 8, 7, 7, 6, 6, 4, 4, 3 & 2

Tender Hearted was one of the 10s!
Directorate Committee
 GM, 17 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 17:16
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Weeping from seeing Ilya, the dear boy, the poor innocent fool, in such suffering causes Sagadat's eyes to blur with tears. Nevertheless, he fires and fires again at the oncoming monstrosity, the bark of the Nagant revolver keeping time with his own pistol. He is so distraught that he fires until the gun is empty, and keeps pulling the trigger. By the time he blinks to clear his eyes, the creature has leapt out of the trench and begun fleeing into the night, trailing blood and limping slightly. Vsevolod fires after it with a rifle, but cannot bring it down. The creature has escaped.

Ilya still lays in the bunker, moaning in pain, and with a new bullet wound in his thigh.

This message was last edited by the GM at 17:21, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Sagadat Petrov
 player, 12 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 19:19
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Sagadat Petrov does not pray. He doesn't need to. Religion is the hope of a world without hope, that's what Marx meant, it doesn't solve problems, it just dulls the pain.

So it's despite himself, as that thing charges toward him and he empties the clip at it, that the words force themselves out of his numb lips: "God is great--God is great--God is great--"

Every shot a tiny explosion in the enclosed space, he only knows he's speaking because he can feel the words in his throat.

Now it's gone.

"Syeva, reload and guard that door!" His voice is too high, a panicked yawp. Then he hurries to the corner, dashes tears out of his eyes with the heels of his hands, and bends over Ilya.

"Hey, man. Hey." He forces his mouth into what he hopes looks like a smile. "Hey. You're going to be all right. No, no--don't look down. Look at me."

Can I do anything for him? Would he or I habitually be carrying field dressings or other first aid supplies? Is there anything defensive-y in the bunker, like a grenade or something? How many entrances/exits? Would I be habitually carrying extra ammunition on me, so I can reload? Any idea where Stas went?

This message was last edited by the player at 19:30, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 22 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 19:31
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Syeva nods, 'Yes, Lieutenant!' You see him searching for a bandolier to reload the rifle. It's a Mosin. He finds some and stands at guard at the door.

There are two doors to this bunker, arranged perpendicularly. One leads further back in the trench line, the other along the length.

Ilya is bleeding badly, and his intestines are hanging out, some torn open. He will almost certainly succumb to sepsis even if he doesn't bleed out, since you have no idea where a doctor is. You might have field dressings in the truck, but you don't know if they will save him.

You have one extra magazine, and there are probably a few grenades lying scattered among the wounded.
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 13 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 19:43
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
How far away are those wounded from me right now (do you mean the dead we stumbled over?)? Is their clothing frozen hard or can I rip it up for makeshift bandages?
Directorate Committee
 GM, 24 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 19:52
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Yeah I meant the dead. Their jackets are frozen but the shirts underneath are pliable.
Sagadat Petrov
 player, 14 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 20:07
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Socrates reloads without pulling his gloves off, since he's not sure how cold the metal he'd be touching is.

"Ilya," he says in a low, calm, voice, "I'm going to look for some stuff, and then I'll be right back, 'kay? I'm not going far."

Then he walks over to Syeva. "It's real bad," he mutters. "I'm going to rip up those dead fuckers' shirts for bandages and get grenades and shit off them too. Stay where you can see both doors and cover me. If I die, I want you to try to take Ilya back to the truck and haul ass 'til you find a doctor. If I die and he dies, keep yourself safe and then haul ass to the rear, find a political officer or something and tell him that something real fucked up is happening here."

Socrates sucks air through his teeth, hoping like hell Ilya can't hear him. "But if I die and you can't get yourself and him out at the same time, I want you to...uh..."

"Well," he finishes. "It's bad. You're not wounded. Don't waste that. Just don't let him suffer."

Then he flattens himself against the wall of the trench, pistol out, and heads back out into the night.

This message was last edited by the player at 20:12, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Directorate Committee
 GM, 25 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 20:13
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
It takes less than a minute before the Lieutenant hears a lone gunshot.

This message was last edited by the GM at 20:16, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Sagadat Petrov
 player, 15 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 20:15
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
What the fuck?

Socrates runs toward the direction of the shot.
Directorate Committee
 GM, 26 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 20:20
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Socrates returns to where he left his two comrades, and sees Vsevolod arranging Ilya's body in a more dignified position, laid supine, hands crossed on his chest. "It was a mercy," he says.

This message was last edited by the GM at 20:23, Thu 17 Sept 2015.

Sagadat Petrov
 player, 16 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 20:32
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Socrates wheels on the man and shoves him in the chest.

"The fuck do you think you're doing, you idiot retard bitch? If you need to. If! I could have at least given him a fighting chance 'til we got out of here. Now settle the fuck down, guard that door, and if this thing doesn't come back in fifteen minutes we're heading east and telling the first political officer we see that something's wrong here."

Ilya looks at the dead man and grits his teeth, then stands up with his back to the wall and his face to the door that Syeva isn't covering.
Directorate Committee
 GM, 27 posts
Thu 17 Sep 2015
at 22:12
Re: Sagadat's Draw, 17 January 1945
Syeva is resolute, and puffs out his chest defiantly. "Where were you going to get help? Ilya was bleeding so bad, he would have been dead in minutes! You went out there to look for scraps of dirty clothes, for what? For him to die with rags stuffed in his guts? I needed to! You were just making him suffer."

With that the Russian goes to guard the door he is assigned. The Beast does not return, and Sagadat still has not learned of its true fate when, two years later, some men come to visit the soldier with an offer.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 22:20, Thu 17 Sept 2015.