[Full] Ridge #43

The immediate area outside Naris Capitol city
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Postby rodbob » Tue May 14, 2019 3:14 am

Geordie and the group worked their way through the several outer habs, he quickly realised the Grenadier’s expertise in building clearances and watched him closely, hoping to pick up a trick or two.
He was now located close to the road on the north west side of the village, to his left, past the habs was a large wooded area, to his front the ridgeline and beyond that…well, swampland and Emperor knows what else.


((0 + Geordie’s Careful of 2 against a threshold of 4 = fail - sad times))

Geordie’s attention was distracted by a smell of burning sap and wet wood, he looked around and saw the unmistakable sight of a psyker, all warp touched and gimbly with his bandages.

”Waar’s brought a bloody twist? I divvn’t like this me marras.” he said to the Grenadier and the Cadian. He superstitiously touched the Aquilla on a chain round his neck.

The distraction lasted for a few seconds before Geordie set about digging a foxhole for his heavy stubber next to one of the hab buildings, it would offer a good firing position on the road. After several minutes he voxxed the Sergeant Major via microbead.

”Sarn’t, aa got a nice foxhole set up awwer the north road, shuld be reet nasty if a gadjie walks up it. Aa can covva most of the North approach from this position an all.”
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Postby CyGamer » Tue May 14, 2019 10:19 pm

Krast kicked over a can, looking around the hamlet. A ghost town if he ever saw one. He wandered through the streets after they had cleared their sector, still on edge with this whole mission; if they tell you its a milk run its going to be hell, but so far nothing was off, which was off. He made his way back to the Sarge, followed by his group talking about what their plans for after patrol. He turned and tapped on on the helmet,"Hey, heads up. I know you all have five brain cells between the six of you, but we're not clear till were back in the walls so keep an eye out." He told them, chuckling a bit as they moaned. Just like home.

As he got back, he smelt something. Burning ozone, and firewood. He looked around, wondering what was causing it, before spotting the psyker. He stopped, and glared at the warp cursed. He didn't understand why they brought him along, bad luck all around.

[[Roll 4u1+1 careful=3, just shy]]

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri May 17, 2019 3:44 am

if beckett was interested in the aromas on the wind she certainly gave no sign of it, for most pressing on the sargeant's mind was that she couldn't make out a thing out there that resembled anything definitive, and that bothered her.

not satisfied she did another careful sweep of the area with her bionic, fiddling with the zoom function to see if it would improve her chances at identifying something, what she got however was sudden static shock as the eye implant shorted out. recoiling like she had been stung, marida nearly lost her balance from on top of the water tower, fortunately she was able to regain her footing.

with frustration brewing she clambered her way back down the ladder, not liking that in the short term she was effectively blind on one side until the bionic reset itself. ++leftenant, wasn't able to identify anything out in the swamp, that doesn't mean nothing is out there though, at best i can say they don't have any aircraft or vehicles here and are probably all on foot++

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Postby Zeppo » Fri May 17, 2019 10:18 pm

As he walks, LaChance launches a couple of worried look behind, to make sure he has been followed. This was his first assignment with an inter-regimental mission, fortunately for milk run and with complaisant subordinated.
With a sigh of release, LaChance starts to enjoy his walk near the orchard, it’s been so long since he was in a place as peaceful as here.
When he found a good spot, he starts to give orders. This time with a more assured voice.
“That our place! Install the heavy bolter on the rocky mount! Keep yours eyes open on the swamp and the vox traffic at minimum”
The Marechal-des-Logis head toward the nearest bushes, drawing his hand axe and cuts some branches to camouflage the bolter nest.
That done he take out his smoking pipe and light it. Enjoying the lho smok as he watch over the swamp.

[[Alric2899: LaChance rolls carful in Ridge#43]]
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Postby LaxKnight » Sat May 18, 2019 1:33 am

Ana also wiped the sweat off her brow as she looked at her handiwork. Wasn’t the prettiest job but it got done. Then the Ork Dungus blasted into her. Ana got into attention as he lit off keeping her face hard as stone. This wasn’t the first time she’s gotten an ass chewing and this likely wasn’t the last but she held an extra spark of hate for this Second Son bubbling under her icy exterior. If the Tau got this close to their comm lines then the enemy cutting into them were probably the least of their worries. Driving the truck every day and working in the Supply Depot? Did he think all she did was inventory and drive? Driving was more of a rarity because she was doing the ‘gruntwork’ of getting the broken vehicles to work because the damn AdMech decided to blow themselves up. She left confident that she will never see whatever exercise he had planned because not only did her superiors hate the Second Sons but they knew her time was best spent getting all the vehicles back up and running besides whatever grox crap the Dungus had planned. That’s part of the reason she was here after all: fix the truck if something happened.

There were several words she wanted to say but Ana was content to return to her charge. She stuffed her E-Tool back in her bag in the cab before locking the door back up. She paused to take a drink of water before giving a sigh.

“Just gotta get through today,” Ana whispered her mantra. The thought of taking a sip of booze bubbled in her mind but she quickly popped it. No, we aren’t done yet, she thought.

With Carbine in hand, Ana resumed what she was doing before she was dragged away: checking the tires, underside, and in the back to make sure nothing unusual was there or hope nothing was broken.
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Postby Fates End » Sat May 18, 2019 4:01 pm

Goat cast a glance over at the Psyker indicated even as he automatically helped the Fusilier set up a fox-hole, his aged entrenching tool biting into the earth and carving out a position for the heavy weapon. Inside his helmet he frowned, everyone had such hatred for Pyskers. But compared to a Krieger, a Pysker was still a thousand times more valuable. He realized other regiments wouldn't have this view, though. They themselves were worth more than the psyker, of course. a hierarchy of value to everything, that was the way of things.

Truth be told, he could only understand a few words that the Fusilier spoke. But he was a Grenadier, and they weren't known for talking, were they? Thus he remained silent aside from the muffled grunting as he worked to entrench the weapon. His helmet glancing up every few seconds to watch for foes.

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Postby Tabitha Maru » Sun May 19, 2019 6:45 am

++Acknowledged, sergeant Beckett. I want a pair of eyes on the swamp for good measure, but no more than that on a piece of wilderness that may or may not be empty.++

The lieutenant lit a match and held it to the lho-stub he had placed between his lips, puffing on it a few times as it slowly started smoldering. He then took a deep drag from it as he walked up to the Bolter nest that LaChance and Tosca was building. Exhaling the smoke from his nose and letting his gaze sweep across the view as Silas and Gregoric came carrying a heavy crate with ammunition for the heavy bolter.

”Good spot, sergeant. It’ll come in handy should there be anyone out there. Good call on hiding it too, don’t want to attract any attention to this place unnecessarily.”

Over by the water-tower the scouts caught up to sergeant Beckett and gave their reports: the western woods are thick, unsuitable for anything larger than small groups. There’s some old run-down forestry implements in there, abandoned since long. Much longer than this hamlet’s been abandoned anyways. There was a small cleft in there that they had to take their time with, in case anyone was hiding there. It was empty, but it’d make a decent hiding spot if necessary.

The orchard was basically exactly what it seemed to be, neat ordered rows of fruit trees. You can easily look down individual rows, but as soon as you’re at an angle your vision drops fast. Hughes, the corporal leading the group, says that if he wanted to flank the hamlet that’s where he’d try to get through. Of course that means getting up on the ridge itself, but Hughes figures you could probably climb the stream itself. It’d be slow, wet and the risk of injury is great, but he figures it could be done. If only by one person at the time, they’d be in cover the whole time though assuming they get to the bottom of the stream intact.
You could probably climb the outcropping too… but that’s pretty suicidal if anyone’s around to shoot at you.

++Sergeant Major, I’d like the rations broken out and the men fed. They’ve walked for a long time. We have a moment for a short rest and I’d like to make use of it++

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There’s the smell of brimstone in the air, carried with the wind. You scan the settlement to figure out how the flames will spread if you would call upon them. Others may see buildings, trees and grass. You, you see fuel and propellant. You see how the fires of the empyrean would catch and carry. The gem glows, resisting your thoughts and together with the prayer keeps your mind from turning the flames to reality.

As you prepare yourself for the horror that may be you hear voices coming on the wind. Speaking languages that are long forgotten, languages that are yet to be learned and languages that never will be. You smell the ozone of carbines and hear the deep rumble of heavy explosives going off. For a moment, the hamlet is burning.

Then your vision clears and you’re back in the hamlet. A chill crawls down your spine. The warmth is gone and you feel the taste of ash on your tongue. And you’re filled with a undeniable premonition.

The fire is coming.

The first scene has concluded. You’ve all swept the hamlet and there’s no enemy to be found, just like intelligence said.

Anyone still keeping watch may roll Careful against a threshold of 3, please specify what you’re keeping watch on if you do.
Geordie and #6732-D please roll Clever or Forceful, your choice, for setting up the heavy stubber nest.

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Postby Hobbsy » Sun May 19, 2019 2:27 pm

After noting down reference points in a note book 'Tosca' presented them to the gun team, pointing them out an making sure they used his rifle scope to get the ranges. "Alright, quickly bring us some more drums, I'll man the gun for now." he finished, position himself behind the weapon. Checking the arcs of fire, he could appreciate the position LaChance had found even more.

He look up at the sound of approaching steps expecting to see Silas and Gregoric, business surprised to see Eckhardt standing above him. Slightly embarrassed, the concealed lieutenant immediately turned back to looking through the heavy botler's scope as the other lieutenant complimented LaChance on the position. Thank the Emperor he had masks on to hide his face. As the two other Vostroyans arrived, 'Tosca' didn't shift from watching his arcs as they unloaded the heavy drums from the create.

[[Roll to spot anything in the gun's arcs. Roll=0+2 careful=2, still nothing spotted]]
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Postby CyGamer » Mon May 20, 2019 10:39 pm

Krast walked towards the heavy stubber nest and looked around. Good position to have, but it could get shelled. He looked, seeing if he could find somewhere with good cover. There was a few shacks around, and a low waist high wall separating them from the forest. No one had told him to do anything, which was odd but welcome, so he turned to his squad.

"Hey, Tross, Nevin. You guys get sandbags, we're going to secure that building over there, help the stubber cover this side." He said, clipping his gun to his back and pulling out his E-tool and walked over to the little shack. Wasn't much, but the wall would give them a bit more cover. He kneeled down and marked out where the sand bags should go. Past the reflective visor, he frowned. This place felt...off. To empty with no sign of a fight, no enemies they could see. Frak, this felt like a trap.

((Rolled a 1+1 clever to build up a little fort on the right side of the stubber.))

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Postby Riveris » Sat May 25, 2019 2:22 pm

Cold warped whispers were lingering in his soul blotting out all previous thoughts. He felt himself wind tighter and tighter as each unknowable word filled him with icy terror and his knuckles on the staff were white with how hard he was holding onto it. He has seen his fire lanes he needed and all that he needed to see for his duty to continue. Taking in a long shaky breath he would continue on with his prayers ".....Angle of flame guide me out of the cold night" he steadied his breath as he slowly readjusted himself. "Watch for the weak and weary and send unto them the Imperator's golden warmth. Let your flame travel freely through me" He felt himself relived slightly. But not relaxed. Never relaxed. "and purge those who will do them harm." He felt over the staffs Aquila more slowly as he finished his prayer. He burned another prayer into the back of his mind readying himself.

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Postby Zeppo » Sat May 25, 2019 3:32 pm

The smell of lho-stub reach Lucius and make him turn to see Eckhardt coming in their direction. The compliment of the officer helps Lachance, he stands straight and assured now.
” Thank you, sir”
He takes deep puffs on his pipe, tasting the smoke in his mouth and sit cross-legged to speak to the men in the nest.
” Good job everyone. hum … Toska I will take the first watch with you. Watch to swamp I’ll make sure nobody bypasses us by the orchard. He turns to Silas and Gregoric ” When you have finished prepping the munitions, take a break but stay close.
LaChance finishes installing himself next to Toska, preparing his grenade-launcher and watching the nearest rows of fruit trees.


[[Alric1593: LaChance rolls carful in Ridge#43 to overwatch the nearest part of the orchard]]
[[Alric1593 rolls 4u1 (0) + Careful (2) = 2, LaChance isn’t a good spotter]]
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Postby LaxKnight » Sun May 26, 2019 12:20 am

Everything seemed alright to Ana. With nothing more to do, she took a drink of water before she put her Carbine in her hands and slowly circled the truck, acting as a self delegated sentry. She kept her eyes on or around the truck to spot anything that could threaten it or her.

[Rolling Careful 2 to keep lookout on truck/area around it]

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Postby Fates End » Sun May 26, 2019 2:28 am

The Grenadier hadn't been addressed. So he kept working, paying just enough attention to the Sergeant Major's words that if he were called out, he could respond swiftly. To the right another defensive position was being prepared, and #6732-D felt a measure of approval, the Cadians at least seemed to think in similar patterns to his own kind.

(( Forceful roll to entrench the position. Rolled a 2 + 2 for a total of 4))
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Postby Tabitha Maru » Sun May 26, 2019 7:11 am

Briggs looks up from his entrenching tool and wipes his brow as he turns to the sergeant major, just doing the finishing touches to the basic defences he’s set up around the mortar that sits ready to launch death at the imperium’s enemies. He glances at the truck and nods to the older man.

”The line is ready sarge, Link’s pre-scoping some ranges at the moment. Kune and I will keep an eye on the truck for you”

Kune steps up and accepts the rations from the ornery sergeant major and Ana, giving her a grateful smile. The food might be cold but at this point that didn’t really matter all that much. He unwrapped it and took a bite out of it as he handed the other to corporal Briggs.

Similar scenes play out all over the small hamlet as the pair hands out the ration-bars. Guardsmen do their utmost to seem to be busy with work as soon as they notice the sergeant majors presence, only to pause the very important thing they were busying themselves with to take the rations.

Over on the northern side of the camp, #6732-D, Thomas, Krast, Tross and Nevin finish up with their field fortifications. The defences set up in the hut by Krast is perfectly sufficient, it provides decent vantages and plenty of cover behind the sandbags.
The stubber nest is considerably more fortified, it’s in fact as good as 6732-D can get it without the assistance and tools of engineers helping out. There’s not much kriegers will feel satisfaction over, but the set-up of this defensive position is probably one of them.

The smell of lho-smoke announces the arrival of the lieutenant over by the northern defences, weighing a stone in his hand for a moment as he studies the road northward and the entrenching the guardsmen have prepared. He then tosses the stone as far as he can down the slope, watching it roll around for a moment before he turns to the guardsmen that’s set up overlooking the road.

”Mighty fine work with those defences. Anyone trying to get up there without our permission is going to have a bad day. “

Over in the south Silas and Gregoric are happy to follow their sergeant’s directive to take a break, the two plop down on a bench nearby and begins eating their rationbars, discussing it’s rather lackluster taste and how poorly it compares to the feasts back home. It seems they slip into some sort of contest as tho which of their houses used to prepare the more elaborate dishes. The more complicated the better. The descriptions the two try to impress the other with bring back memories of home to “Tosca”.

Having finished delivering the rations to everyone Montgomery and Ana return to the truck and share the last two bars in the crate. That’s when it catches her attention. Perhaps it was luck. Perhaps it was sound carried on the wind. Perhaps it was the Emperor’s will. Looking up over the swamp she notices them rising from the canopy. The lack of alarm suggesting that noone else having spotted them yet.

There, far out over the swamp, a trio of drones takes to the sky. Spreading out in separate directions. There’s no attempt on their part to hide. Either they don’t know you’re all up here… or they don’t care.

(( And so, the enemy reveals themselves. As of yet, Ana is the only one that sees/hears the drones but as soon as she points them out you can react to them. They’re currently at extreme range))
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Postby LaxKnight » Sun May 26, 2019 2:48 pm

Ana made a few complete circles when she spotted the Ork Dungus making their way to the truck. She was going to simply not address him and continue with her duty, minimize confrontation that way, but he addressed her so she was forced to acknowledge him. He yet again had another task for her so she reluctantly followed. She was handed a package of rations and told to follow as they handed them out. Repressing a sigh, she continued to follow.

When they got to the psyker Ana would also glance at the Sgt Major and at that moment they shared perhaps the only thing they had in common: psykers were scary. She watched as he set the ration on the ground and scoot it closer to the psyker with a stick. She watched the superior go for a moment before she scooted it up to him with her foot, her hands were full after all, before running to catch up. Yes, psykers were spooky, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t be nice to a trained one. Who knows, a simple act of kindness could mean they kill you last. Whatever the case, she wasn’t afraid of death. She’s seen enough.

The two of them would pass out rations, Ana returning nods and smiles when given until they finally retreated back to the truck and grabbed their own rations. Ana would stuff hers in a belt pouch and grab her Carbine to stand watch as the others ate their rations. It shouldn’t take too long. She looked out toward the swamp and her eyes caught a darting movement. Focusing revealed what they were: Tau drones.

Looks like she wasn’t having lunch anytime soon. She thought it was weird that the drones were making no attempts to hide but more pressing matters demanded her attention. She ran into the truck cab and got the vox receiver, looking out the window so she kept sight of the drones.

++ Three enemy drones spotted! Repeat, three enemy drones spotted over swamp canopy over! ++ she said into the vox.
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