In reply to Roger A Castle (msg # 25):

"All right we go with your plan, this is after all your backyard." Andrew let Torv know they were off over the team comms net and he was "green" for any emerging threats once the sentry was dealt with.


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Castle nodded.

"..and if I fuck it up then you smoke his ass when he moves on me and we do it with The Hammer."

Giving Andrew time to quietly update Torv he moved off as quietly as possible toward the wall along the creek bank.

OOC:everyone moving toward the enemy position make recon check. There is a modifier, a sneaky GM only knows modifier. Not really, keeping low and slow in the wind and overcast shadows is good for a +10 recon.

The winds and thunder continued. It looked like more moonrise than sunrise as errant drops of rain fell sporadically.

23:22, Today: Roger A Castle rolled 49 using 1d100.  Recon + 10.

Success!

13:46, Today: Patrick Walsh rolled 77 using 1d100.  Recon roll at +10.

Fail :(

Andrew Johnson rolled 44 using 1d100.  Recon roll at +10. = success

The Polish soldier on patrol made another little circuit where he walking just the first flash of lighting split the overcast night. A moment later, thunder like an artillery blast followed. Everyone stopped for heartbeat, caught unprepared.

Patting chest over his heart in a pantomime of 'whew damn, that got me', the sentry smiled to himself under his bulky night vision goggles. Looking out over the water in the direction of the lighting a movement caught his eye. He activated the IR spotlight from his hip expecting nothing.

He gasped as he spied the disappearing head and shoulder of a slim man sneaking along the seawall......


Torv was watching as the others eased into their positions to assault the Polish unit. All was going well when a flash of lighting and its accompanying thunder took him by surprise. He muttered a curse as he went back to watching the team approach their positions.

Torv noticed the shocked guard pat his chest in surprise. He understood how the man felt. Suddenly the cone of the IR spotlight the sentry carried shot out and seemed illuminated Patric for brief second.

OOC: NVGS are fine for looking about, do very little for gunsights and scopes, hence the need for a laser to sight by. If you have a night vision capable sight mounted it will be capable of aimed fire. Otherwise you have to go front NVGS to scope and shoot in the dark.

Patric's heart skipped a beat when the thunder struck. He slipped in the mud and reflexively grabbed hold of the retaining wall. Caution set in and he immediately released the wall to hunch down in cover again. Catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure of the sentry he felt a sense dread.

Had the sentry seen him? The Pole was facing Patric's direction. He was equipped with NVGS and an IR spotlight!

Unaware of anything but their approach Andrew and Roger put the momentary startle behind and regained their composure.

Roger gestured with an open palm parallel to the ground and placed a shushing finger cross his lips.

If they were lucky the man would approach to investigate and the plan could go on as it was.

If they weren't it was about to get really f***ing loud around here.

'Shit, shit, shit' Pat thought as he hunkered against the sea wall.  He glanced back towards the direction they had come keeping quiet and hoping he hadn't been seen but dreading the worst.

Turing slightly Andrew drew his MG into his shoulder as he to waited for the point man to start the attack or to take out the sentry. Either way he remained still and silent while this played out.

If they heard running it was time to act.


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Torv shifted just slightly to line up his scope on the sentry. He had come to respect the Russians, whatever else he thought about them, he respected him, and he did not take his job lightly.

Part of that job was being a team player, and if they were intent on doing all of this as quietly as possible, than he had to do his best to make that happen. He waited, and watched.

Private Yivecki Hombra back-peddled. He kept the IR light scanning along the edge of the seawall as he pulled the handheld from a pouch next to his AKMRs magazines. Lightning flashed again, farther away, but still close enough to momentarily glaze over light amplification, infrared, and thermal optics. He only hoped it was enough to momentarily scramble the sights of those damn Yankee tanks.

"Alert! Alert!" the private said as the radio neared his face. "They're here, on the seawall......

"Well fuck."

Castle popped up and shot the unfortunately competent sentry in the chest and face nine time with only the last few 5.7mm bullets flying off target.


"Gunner light up that tent!"

He then vaulted the low wall and charged diagonally across the space between the wall and the truck moving toward a flanking position.

Torv thought he saw the sweep of an arm, reaching for what he thought was a radio. The man's sudden frantic movement was the real give away however, the way he instinctually crouched, the way his stance widened. They had been seen.

Subconsciously Torv was already leaning slightly into his bipod for tension, the cheek weld smooth and familiar. He let his breath all the way out, held a little high for the headshot, and oh so gently pressed the trigger home.

Erin 'Torv' Torvinen rolled 54 using 1d100.  7.62×51 Headshot (62 or less).
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OOC: this will tie the PCS actions together

Roger Castle rose to aim at the sentry, tension already taking slack out the P90's trigger, when the young Polish soldier began talking into radio. Spent cartridges poured from the compact weapon as the hypersonic passage of a 7.62mm bullet cracked through the air less than a meter away. As 5.7mm bullets began to strike the man in chest the impact of the 7.62mm bullet removed the back his skull taking most the man's brain with it.

Torv cycled the bolt to chamber a fresh cartridge as Castle scrambled over the seawall. It occurred to him that a well placed parachute flare or two would be ideal now.

Andrew watched on with steady patience, a learned trait to be sure, as the sentry fell and the assault began. Nearly directly ahead him in the distant trees near the van Andrew noticed the faint muzzle flash of a weapon. There was the faint contrails of grenade launched flare. A moment later the gloomy overcast predawn morning was lit by harsh white light that illuminated the area of the seawall with pale light.

OCC:I will wait for Andrew and Patric to post before I spring the ambush and the Nazi Zombies captured by the Russians in WW2 attack

With his MG already to go Andrew fired on the individual who had fired the flare, a series a shot bursts erupted from the HK  as he looked to put the man down and anyone else that emerged from the van.

He uses the seawall for cover only exposing enough of his weapon to get the shots off accurately.

Andrew Johnson rolled 47 using 1d100.  Roll 3.
Andrew Johnson rolled 7 using 1d100.  Roll 2.
Andrew Johnson rolled 14 using 1d100.  Roll 1.


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"Son of a bitch!" Pat muttered as Murphy once more played his hand.  He flicked his NVG off his face and brought his SMG up to fire just as the sentries head ecploded.  "Nice shot" he muttered as he instinctively followed Castle though a slightly different path.

Walsh and Castle began moving in. The flare adove cast their shadows ahead of them. The hypersonic passage of several bursts from Johnson's HK21 passed ahead them. A scream immediately followed as the Pole who had fired the flare died under a hail of 7.62mm bullets.

More shouts echoed out of the shadowed woods behind the truck. They had the distinct authority common to NCOs the world over. An answering shout came from the truck. As a trio of soldiers with AKMR rifles burst from the tree line just ahead of the truck, the tarp fell away from the rear of the truck to reveal a DShK 12.7mm heavy machine gun set on a anti-air tripod. A Pole was turning on the flatbed, obviously the man who had released the tarp, and reached for the controls of a white light spotlight. Behind the machine gun another Pole began to swivel the muzzle around.

OOC: Everyone needs to roll a d10 vs thier coolness under fire, you must roll equal to or higher than your rating. A roll of 1 still fails. If you fail, you're taken aback for a second and the Poles act before you do. Congrats, you just charged a heavy machine.

Andrew changed targets and aimed for the Pole getting himself ready behind the heavy machine gun. With the man in his sights as he charges the gun handle Andrew let off a quick burst in his direction and then two follow up bursts at the man working on the spot light.

Behind Sea Wall
Sergeant Johnson
Scout team, behind sea wall
HK21E (91/100 belt box)
Firing at Poles on heavy MG/Firing 3 round bursts at MG team


Andrew Johnson rolled 58 using 1d100.  Target second spotlight guy.
Andrew Johnson rolled 60 using 1d100.  Target second spotlight guy.
Andrew Johnson rolled 35 using 1d100.  Target Gunner.

Andrew Johnson rolled 8 using 1d10.  CUF.
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Castle continued to hustle forward and wasted a lot of ammo firing at the three poles that had emerged from the tree line managing to hit only one of them.

Waiting for a lull in the gunfire he shouted in Polish, "Atak to zwód! Za toba! Za toba!". [The attack is a fake! Behind you! Behind you!]


Last he spoke into the radio hoping the headset would work, ++"Sniper target the Dosh Gun! KO that f***ing HMG!"++


17:22, Today: Roger A Castle rolled 34 using 1d100.  To hit w/ FN P90.

17:21, Today: Roger A Castle rolled 77 using 1d100.  To hit w/ FN P90.

17:21, Today: Roger A Castle rolled 83 using 1d100.  To hit w/ FN P90.

11:35, Yesterday: Roger A Castle rolled 78 using 1d100.  To hit w/ M203. FN P90

11:35, Yesterday: Roger A Castle rolled 5 using 1d10.  CUF.

Ammo remaining: 9/17

Patrick kept running, firing his MP5 towards the MG postion.  His nerves almost got the better of him but with a grunt he pushed on.



21:50, Today: Patrick Walsh rolled 6 using 1d10.  CUF.
21:58, Today: Patrick Walsh rolled 51 using 1d100.  HK MP5SD. Hit
21:58, Today: Patrick Walsh rolled 87 using 1d100.  HK MP5SD. Miss
21:58, Today: Patrick Walsh rolled 93 using 1d100.  HK MP5SD. Miss

Lt Walsh
Assault team
MP5SD
Running and firing

The old saying was true that in moments of dire threat a man does rise to the threat, but instead sinks to the limit of his skills.

For a handful of seconds the men of R66 who found themselves in harm's way facing the Russian made heavy machine gun personified the old adage. Bullets, many bullets were fired. But, enough found their mark to leave a telling account on the battlefield.

Andrew's hail of 7.62mm slugs outright ravaged a Polish soldier's neck and lower skull as he reached for the spade grips, while a slug managed to punch a hole through the other man's upper arm. Nearly simultaneously that man also took a pair of Patric's 9mm slugs in the hip and fell to the bed of the truck awkwardly and thrashed his way over the edge to fall to the ground on the opposite side of the vehicle.

Roger cut loose as well, but aiming for the men advancing from the tree line. With a yelp, one the trio grabbed his thigh and stumbled backwards trying to seek cover. He managed to trip and fall onto his back with bone jarring force instead.

As the cacophony of thoughts of 'how'd I miss that guy', 'damn, that's all I hit', and 'shit, damn, wasting shots here' immediately surfaced they were soon accompanied by thoughts of 'woo damn, he's down', 'holy crap that was fast', and 'hell yeah, I'm alive'.

And then there was the most sobering thought of all; 'who's next?'.

Andrew moved the muzzle of his machine gun slightly and focused on the treeline the small team they had just engaged emerged from.

He scanned left and right looking for signs of movement while covering the last push from the rest of his team. Looking through his sight as the rain drops started to hit the barrel and turn to steam Andrew waited to see how much the enemy wanted the house and position.



Behind Sea Wall
Sergeant Johnson
Scout team, behind sea wall
HK21E (82/100 belt box)
Holding fire while scanning for new targets.



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This message was last edited by the player at 00:37, Thu 14 Nov 2019.

Andrew, just to be clear.

The man that fell behind the truck is out of sight to everyone, including Torv, at the moment. And sighting in on the three men emerging from the woods from your current position will mean firing through a space occupied by friendlies since Patric and Roger are actually moving towards the truck. That puts them moving at an angle across your field of fire.

Sorry I didn't reply about this or update the map yet. I was waiting for Torv to post so everyone was on the same posting timeline. I hate to say hold up, this game is progressing in a great way. It's just that pesky 'real life' holding us up for a moment. Thanks for being patient a bit longer and I appreciate the detail you use in play.

In reply to Dr. Strangelove (msg # 50):

OOC: Sure no problem, I will edit now and just hold. Thanks.