Jade Imperium - Afghanistan, Pt. 3

skullandscythe 2018-05-07 11:15:27
Zaef looks over at Angel. "We can cover Luis and Arketta at the far end of the roof...and set an ambush for the fools who show up there."
e of pi 2018-06-13 01:38:21
"We'll take the cover with thanks, Zaef." Luis turns gingerly around, taking inventory on what's left of the storage area and where they are in the compound, trying to pick up where he was. If they need to run, he needs to known what's left and which way is right.
Admiral Duck Sauce 2018-06-13 17:05:26
"Not bad," FTE replies to Hale's passable badassery.

"...for a human." It would smile, but you know, metal face.
punkey 2018-06-18 08:31:09
Luis' head is still swimming, but he can tell that he, Arketta, and the smoking debris have landed at the far edge of the main marketplace itself, a good half-mile and who knows how many hostiles away from the objective.
Arketta is already dragging Luis by his pauldrons towards cover. "What do you see up top?" she hisses.
e of pi 2018-06-20 03:57:36
Luis focuses on trying to make it to cover. "Not much. Does anyone have eyes on us? Are we clear?"
punkey 2018-06-29 00:48:26
"You're clear," Angel says, looking through his scope. "There's a low wall about 30 meters ahead, get to that."
"Copy," Arketta calls back, and helps Luis find his way to the low wall. "We're in position."


Hale leads the way into the barracks, but no one's there to greet him and FTE - looks like they're all either out in the district, dead, or who knows where.
"Ever get the feeling you're walking into a trap?" Hale asks FTE as he leans against the doorway leading into the bazaar proper. "Barracks team in position," he calls up.


Garrett and Ngawai creep up to the edge of the main gate that Ngawai had walked through a couple days ago. "We're in position," Garrett calls over vox. "Okay, everyone, slow and smooth, move through the market. Marking our target now." With a point and wave, a three-story building at the back corner of the bazaar lights up on everyone's helms and optics. "We don't know what they've got, so -"

(Reflex: Luis/Arketta: 1 and 7 vs. 5 / Hale/FTE: 6 and 1 vs. 5 / Garrett/Ngawai: 8 and 9 vs. 4 / Zaef/Angel: 5 and 7 vs. 6)

Garrett's words of caution are interrupted by the loud POP-screech of spearbombs going off! No time to think or look, just react - Luis, still stunned, is tackled to the ground by Arketta, Hale grabs FTE by the chassis and yanks it back inside the building, Garrett and Ngawai both dive for cover, and Angel just dives to one side on top of Zaef just before a barrage of spearbombs rains down on everyone's positions. No one's hurt, but shit just most definitely got real.
"Status!" Garrett shouts.
Angel rolls back off Zaef and raises his rifle again. A quick sweep reveals Wazir's stronghold's roof now glowing in infrared from the spearbomb launches - and the distinct wavy interference of active camo. "Fuck - multiple targets, wearing Turai armor." He scoots down a little lower. "Guess we know where the toys ended up."

Garrett and Ngawai both right themselves and position themselves to aim at the roof - as the closest ones, albeit with the most open ground in front of them, they're in the best position for covering fire. "We'll get their attention, maybe give you a chance to spot how many there are," Ngawai says. "Suppressing fire in five seconds."
e of pi 2018-07-01 18:28:41
Luis takes a few quick breaths, trying to shake things off. "Got it, ready in 5."
CrazyIvan 2018-07-03 17:47:29
Angel rolls of Zaef with a grunt, his rifle coming up as he does. "Ready. Even made themselves nice and shimmery for us. Thoughtful."
Admiral Duck Sauce 2018-07-05 17:32:50
FTE nods its thanks to Hale, and silently and quickly reranks its index of self-preservation subroutines to better match its new data.
punkey 2018-07-06 18:53:02
(Garrett and Ngawai suppression fire: 1d8 and 2d10+1d8 vs. 1d6 = 1 and 4, 5 vs. 5)

Garrett must have been looking at the wrong rooftop, because his shots go way wide right of the target, while Ngawai's rounds go more or less in the right direction but just sail through the group of invisible insurgents. Still, it's enough to get their attention, and a series of whap gun shots lance down from the roof towards Garrett and Ngawai.

(Insurgent shoot: 1d6 vs. 1d6+1d8 = 5 vs. 4, 2)
(Ngawai damage: 1d8 vs. 1d8 w/ 1d3 DR = 7 vs. 7, 3 DR = 4 Shock, 12/16 Shock)

One of the insurgents gets off a good shot - the bright bolt flashes down from the rooftop and impacts Ngawai square in the chest, knocking her to the ground.
"Ngawai!" Garrett shouts.
Ngawai pats herself down from her position on her back. "Didn't penetrate the plate! Hurts like a motherfucker, though!"

(Insurgent Fumbles: 1d6x3 = 4, 1, 1)

One of them raises his arms in celebration at the shot - and promptly loses the coordination signal between his armor's cloaking and his rifle's sympathetic cloak, rendering him still invisible but his rifle very much plain to see. Another must have shaken his hands in the wrong way - the armor clicks out of cloaking and into "dress uniform" mode - in this uncalibrated case, just a generic set of Turai rank holos with the mark signifying graduation from basic instruction over a shining chrome, red and gold "uniform".
Admiral Duck Sauce 2018-07-11 22:46:33
“What’s the deal now they’re rocking beamers?” FTE sends. “Real weapons’ll put these guys down a lot easier than these AKs.”