Chat log started at 12.8.2010 / 17:54:59

Savage Worlds Ruleset for Fantasy Grounds II
(c) 2009 Pinnacle Entertainment Group.
Randall Breckenridge: hi
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Hi, it's nice to be back
John (Randall Breckenridge): yes
GM: So let's get this party started.
Ranger Richard: alright
The sound of gunfire diminishes across the battlefield as the VC fall back. It seems that the destruction of the last wave of Gookzillas has broken the onslaught.
Randall Breckenridge: woo hoo
Tyran Drenski starts praying to the statue that was the last wave.... he needs a bathroom break
In the east, the sun peeks over the jungle canopy, burning off the fog and revealing the extent of the battle. Hundreds of corpses litter the battlefield, most of the American vehicles are wrecked, three of the bunkers are still burning, and it seems like very few of the soldiers stationed here survived the night.
Of course, if the brass want a body count ratio, it looks like the US "won" this battle about 25:1.
Tyran Drenski: Serg, we gonna go help the survivors?
Withers: Yeah, let's get together who we can and fall back towards the command bunker. It is the only thing that looks like it made it through the night intact.
Tyran Drenski: Doc, hope you gotta a ton of med kits.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yeah, since Tyran and I are about the only ones in the squad *not* wounded
Randall Breckenridge: ahm right onit
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'll need some help moving hogpile and waddles
Withers: Not like we would survive another onslaught anyway. And most of us are low on ammo.
Samson: I think we're doing just fine.
Randall Breckenridge: so do I
Colwyn O'Reilly: I still have plenty of ammo sarge... just hardly any medical supplies
Tyran Drenski: Still breathing I'm happy (pets his bag with the statue in it)
Tyran Drenski: So Ammo check here serg... 2 cs, 3 he 1 smoke and 5 willy pete
Tyran Drenski: and 2 flare
[w] Tyran Drenski: I have 4 claymore those are still set up right??
Chrsty Thompson shows up.
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: No, they would have been triggered and blown up by the hordes of VC.
[w] Tyran Drenski: that is what i thought but forgot
Christy Thompson: Well, good to see that some of you made it.
Randall Breckenridge: ah tihk you should interview our hero, the medic here
Christy Thompson crouches down next to Hogpile and gives him an irritated look.
Christy Thompson: Soldier, you don't get out of this just yet. O'Reilly, one of those syringes please.
Tyran Drenski: Yeah the medic is the star this battle
Christy Thompson: What? Oh, hello Marine, didn't see you there at first.
Hogpile: Sorry ma'am, it seems that I took a mortar shell, made a mess of my guts.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes ma'am
Tyran Drenski: Can you bring back hogpile???
Christy Thompson: Yeah, well, I have work for you and the rest of this group.
Colwyn O'Reilly hands her a syringe
Hogpile sighs.
Christy Thompson stabs a syringe into his neck and pumps the contents in.
Hogpile passes out.
Ranger Richard: Is that the way they are supposed to be applied?
Christy Thompson: Okay, we'll leave him there until he wakes up. O'Reilly, what is the condition of everyone else? Dead, alive, injured, etc?
Tyran Drenski wonders if "chisty" knows voodoo
Christy Thompson: Drenski, the little buddy survived the night, right?
Colwyn O'Reilly: waddles is missing several limbs...
Christy Thompson: Yeah, well the syringes can't really fix lost appendages.
Tyran Drenski looks at her nerviously..
Colwyn O'Reilly: and becker lost his head... literally. I think it's by that hill over there
Tyran Drenski: yes, ma'am
Colwyn O'Reilly: apparently they replace lost livers
Colwyn O'Reilly: Richard and Dugan got shot up pretty bad too, by they're up and walking at least
Christy Thompson: Well, if the VC come back, stab any of the walking wounded with a syringe.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): The syringe of wonders.....ooooooooo
Christy Thompson: Withers, take Samson and Dugan over to the command bunker and scrounge up some ammo and medkits. We should be getting picked up shortly, but just in case.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes ma'am
Withers: Yes sir, ma'am, whatever.
Withers, Samson, and Dugan head over to the command bunker.
Colwyn O'Reilly: do we have time to evac hog and waddles to that smouldering med tent over there?
Colwyn O'Reilly: so they can get sent home?
Tyran Drenski: Should Dugan be near samson while he has that gun?
Colwyn O'Reilly grabs Becker's dogtags
Christy Thompson: Yeah, take Waddles over there. It is best just to let Hogpile sleep where he is.
Christy Thompson: Well, I doubt Samson is going to shoot anyone with it now, it is out of ammo.
Tyran Drenski: Ahhh, good.... well for dugan
Christy Thompson: Richard, you ended up with the other flechette CAS, how much ammo do you have left in it?
Colwyn O'Reilly: okay... Randall, can you help me carry Waddles? and can someone grab his leg and arm and bring them along too?
Ranger Richard: reloads mag
Randall Breckenridge: sure thing
Ranger Richard: 1 belt plus 14/20 in mag
Tyran Drenski: I'll help you Colwyn
Christy Thompson: Right, that should be good. For the record, the ammo selector on the side changes it from single shot, three round burst, and spray fire. If a horde of normal VC show up, the spray fire works best.
Colwyn O'Reilly: thanks Tyran
Tyran Drenski checks four times that Rambo is okay and still has all his parts.
Waddles gets relocated to the medical tent without any issues. Withers and the others return with ammo and a couple med kits.
Colwyn O'Reilly: two? well, that's more than I was expecting
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): That is okay I keep accidently reposting old conversations...lol
Colwyn O'Reilly: should we find some rations for this work, ma'am?
Tyran Drenski: Water?
Randall Breckenridge: after holding Waddles i'm not feelin too hungry...
Christy Thompson: Yeah, at least get water. The temperature is rising and surviving the battle to die of dehydration would be silly.
Colwyn O'Reilly: anyone take becker's ammo? he's probably not going to need it. I mean, if we're that low.
Randall Breckenridge: ah kin carry it
Colwyn O'Reilly: or waddles' ammo, what's not exploded. is hogpile coming with us?
Ranger Richard: what kind was he carrying?
Hogpile: ZZZZZzzzzz......but mom, I want to ride on the carousel ..... zzzzzZZZZZ
There is a distant rattle of automatic weapon fire. In the distance to the south you can hear the "whup-whup" of American choppers heading towards the base from the South Vietnamese side of the DMZ.
Withers: I think we might have a few VC coming back.
Samson: Check the tree line.
GM: And make Notice checks.
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d6 = 5]
Lt. Andrea Devine: Notice {+2 Cat Eyes,+2 Alertness} [1d10+4 = 9]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 4]
Almareth's Squad: Notice [1d8 = 13]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 11]
Tyran Drenski gets very low and heads for the tree line
Tyran Drenski: Never a dull moment...ehh
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Randall is one with the combat zone
Randall Breckenridge: ah smell napalm...
Randall Breckenridge: or is that army cookin?
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 3]
Colwyn O'Reilly: there's a difference Breck?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): ahh memories of this battle field were bloody....
Thanks to your good spot checks, the VC who were sneaking up on you do not get a surprise round.
Round 1
The deck has been shuffled.
Dealing cards...
Randall Breckenridge
Dugan was dealt a Five of Clubs.
Dugan was dealt a Ten of Clubs.
Lt. Andrea Devine was dealt a Ace of Spades.
[w] Tyran Drenski: I have dodge now....i am so happy
John (Randall Breckenridge): where am i?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): I think he has to add you..this was the original group.
Randall Breckenridge: Shooting [1d8 = 14]
Randall Breckenridge: ar right
Christy Thompson gets out M3 and aims.
Randall Breckenridge: far right
Randall Breckenridge: 3 rd burst
Randall Breckenridge: !
Randall Breckenridge: #1
GM: That is a hit with a raise.
Randall Breckenridge: M14 damage [2d8+1 = 9]
GM: Well, no matter what you roll for the raise he is dead.
NVA Regular: Shooting [1d8 = 13]
NVA Regular: Shooting [1d8 = 6]
NVA Regular: Shooting [1d8 = 2]
NVA Regular: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
NVA Regular: D6 [1d6 = 2]
NVA Regular: AK-47 damage [Raise] [3d8+1 = 12]
That flurry of gunfire resulted in one hit, which smacked into the Marine. While it would have killed a lesser man, in this case it just leaves him stunned and bleeding slightly.
Colwyn O'Reilly
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} +2 (Medic Edge -2) [1d6 = 5]
Colwyn O'Reilly: med kit usage [1d4 = 3]
Colwyn O'Reilly: on the breck
GM: Colwyn runs over, applies some bandages, and somehow manages to return the Marine to full health.
Randall Breckenridge: my hero, again!
NVA Regular: I call shenanigans!
Dugan
Randall Breckenridge: take that gook zilla!!!
Dugan: takes a shot at that one over there
Dugan: Shooting (3 Round Burst +2, M1 Carbine(Trade) +1, Medium Range -2) [1d10+1 = 9]
GM: That is a hit, but not a raise because they are in cover.
Dugan: M1 Carbine(Trade) damage -1 (3 Rd Burst - Damage +2) [2d6+1 = 6]
GM: That makes him shaken, but he is still alive.
Tyran Drenski
Tyran Drenski Is worried about the ranger's health and takes out Rambo gives his a great big hug... "Help his little buddy!" and tosses him to the ranger
Tyran Drenski: Throwing (Marksman +2) [1d6+2 = 13]
The Jade Statue sails through the air and lands right in front of Richard, standing upright and ready for defensive action.
Withers: Drenski needs to be a major league baseball pitcher.
Ranger Richard
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): need the commands??
Ranger Richard: yes
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): it is in the notes I made it public
Ranger Richard: yells "piko" and shoots at 2
Ranger Richard: Shooting: M16 (Trademark) (Double Tap +1, Trademark Weapon +1) [1d8+2 = 6]
Ranger Richard: M16 (Trademark) damage [2d8 = 10]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): So if we keep moving the statue to who we don't want to die...that will be an interesting game of hot potato...lol
GM: VC #2 drops over dead.
Ranger Richard: yeah
John (Randall Breckenridge): yes, could look like an Abbott and Costello movie...
Samson: Shooting [1d8 = 5]
Withers: Shooting [1d8 = 3]
Round 2
Dealing cards...
Colwyn O'Reilly
Lt. Andrea Devine: Shooting {+2 Expert} [1d10+2 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: shooting at 3
Colwyn O'Reilly: Shooting: M1 Carbine (3 Round Burst +2) [1d8+2 = 4]
Lt. Andrea Devine: M3 Grease Gun damage [2d6 = 7]
Colwyn misses. Christy fires her Grease Gun (as her "on hold action" from last round) and stuns #5.
Dugan
Dugan: Shooting (3 Round Burst +2, M1 Carbine(Trade) +1, Cover (Medium) -2, Medium Range -2) [1d10-1 = 8]
GM: That hits.
Dugan: M1 Carbine(Trade) damage -1 (3 Rd Burst - Damage +2, Trademark Weapon +1) [2d6+2 = 6]
Dugan: bummer
Tyran Drenski
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Why do I have a feeling this is going to be endless waves again. So gookzilla's should be next.
Tyran Drenski: Shooting: M79 G. Launch (Marksman +2) [1d8+2 = 8]
NVA Regular: Agility [1d8 = 6]
NVA Regular: Agility [1d8 = 3]
GM: That hits, roll damage.
Tyran Drenski: M79 G. Launch damage [3d6+2 = 16]
NVA Regular: Shooting [1d8 = 7]
NVA Regular: Shooting [1d8 = 12]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): that +2 is thumper god...
NVA Regular: D8 [1d8 = 6]
NVA Regular: AK-47 damage [2d8+1 = 34]
Samson: Figures. Damn VC.
NVA Regular: Woohoo! I killed a named American soldier!
A bullet catches Samson between the eyes and leaves an exit wound roughly the size of a watermelon.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Huh... i don't think i can fix that one buddy
Tyran Drenski: Wow, keep low!!
Samson: Can I try to soak all eight wounds from that one?
GM: Sure.
Samson is using a benny
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Ranger Richard: get into that bunker cover... I have a present for you
GM: Almareth's Squad: Vigor [1d6 = 7]
GM: Nope.
Samson: Well, at least I don't have to ever deal with Dugan again.
Samson dies.
Ranger Richard
Ranger Richard: tshoot at 3
Ranger Richard: Shooting: M16 (Trademark) (Double Tap +1, Trademark Weapon +1) [1d8+2 = 9]
Ranger Richard: M16 (Trademark) damage [2d8 = 11]
GM: That finishes him off.
Randall Breckenridge
Randall Breckenridge: M14 damage +1 (3 Round Burst +2) [Raise] [3d8+3 = 21]
Randall Breckenridge: oops
Randall Breckenridge: Shooting [1d8 = 19]
Tyran Drenski: Angry much?
GM: Well, that one is REALLY dead. In fact, there is just enough left of him to give you credit for a kill.
Randall Breckenridge: ahm tired of seein my buddies blasted!!!!
Christy Thompson retrieves the Flechette CAS and other gear from Samson. Gives it to Randall.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): So that one was for Samson?
Christy Thompson: Use it well Marine.
Colwyn O'Reilly: quick... before we're attacked again! healing checks for wounded people! Richard first
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): It was kinda his type of killing.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [1d8+2 = 8]
Colwyn O'Reilly: med kit usage [1d4 = 2]
Colwyn O'Reilly: I'm going to be bandaging people with rice cakes and mud before too much longer...
Ranger Richard: thanks
GM: That gets Richard healthy after ten minutes of working on him.
Colwyn O'Reilly: dugan next... if I have time
Randall Breckenridge: ahm reloading
There is no sound of additional combat or destruction going on around you.
Tyran Drenski wonders if Rambo misses him..
[w] Randall Breckenridge: new item?
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: New gun in your combat section, but it is currently out of ammo.
Randall Breckenridge: ah
Tyran Drenski prays to Rambo for everyones safety
Colwyn O'Reilly: Healing {+2 Healer} [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6+2 = 7]
Colwyn O'Reilly: med kit usage [1d4 = 2]
The steady sound of the helicopters gets ever closer. It looks like an entire airborne division is coming to this Firebase.
Randall Breckenridge: yee ha, the cavalry is here to take the credit and git the gurls
No additional VC attacks happen before the choppers arrive. There is a mass flurry of activity as they land and troops swarm out to secure the perimeter and evacuate the wounded.
Colwyn O'Reilly: huh... now they show up
Colwyn O'Reilly: i hope they brought supplies
All of the Firebase survivors are rounded up and boarded on to choppers. The group is loaded on to a chopper with Withers, Hogpile, and Christy.
GM: Notice checks.
Ranger Richard: Notice [1d8 = 3]
Randall Breckenridge: Notice {+2 Alertness} [1d6+2 = 4]
GM: Or Smarts if that is higher.
Randall Breckenridge: Smarts [1d6 = 10]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Notice [Trait roll was a natural 1] [1d6 = 2]
Tyran Drenski: Smarts [1d8 = 2]
Dugan: Notice [1d6 = 5]
Evidently everyone except the Marine is exhausted by the recent ordeal. However, Randall points out that the Choppers are heading east-south-east. Which is not the direction you came from.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I would like to presume that we're not heading to another combat zone.
Tyran Drenski: Where are we going?
Randall Breckenridge: hmm, out of the fryin pan...
Ranger Richard: time for mind erase base
Withers: Someplace where we are not shot at so much would be my guess.
Tyran Drenski decides to sleep while he still can
Ranger Richard: and a nice beach
Christy Thompson: Someplace where the item in my purse can be safely removed from the country is my assumption.
Randall Breckenridge: huh?
Colwyn O'Reilly: if it's a beach, can there be rum and bikini clad women? in that order of preference.
Randall Breckenridge: you got a secret weapon in there?
Ranger Richard: probably several
It takes a while and the flight is not always smooth, but the choppers land at the major military base in Da Nang.
Randall Breckenridge: oh my, cold beer and ice cream!
Colwyn O'Reilly: hey, we haven't been here in a minute
Specifically, they land a ways from anywhere else, and grim-faced MPs then load all the survivors into a C-130 transport plane. There are about twenty of you in the plane. The engines roar to life and it takes off, heading to the northeast.
Ranger Richard: interesting
[w] Tyran Drenski: for the record before we left I picked up rambo turned him off and put him in my bag...I had bathroom break and missed it.
Most of the GIs on the plane spend the trip staring at Christy Thompson. She spends most of the trip asleep.
Randall Breckenridge: thats not neighborly, like
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: That was my assumption, so you are good to go.
Randall Breckenridge: y'all got any ice cream bars on board, even? Thats one nice perk on them navy ships
About three hours into the flight, Hogpile wakes up and sits upright from the stretcher he was on.
Hogpile: Well, I had the damnedest dream. I dreamt I was dead, or something like that. I remember holding a chunk of my liver and thinking that was bad.
Colwyn O'Reilly: uh, corp.... you were holding your liver at one point
Colwyn O'Reilly examines hogpile
Randall Breckenridge: sorry to say, but it shor looked like it too..
Tyran Drenski snores
Withers: I'll be back in a couple, I'm going to go see if there is food or drink on this tub.
Withers gets up and heads to the front of the plane.
Tyran Drenski: zzzz......rambo don't leave me......I don't care if she is cuter.....zzzz
Tyran Drenski wakes up from his nightmare
Hogpile: Hmm...well I sure have a big enough scar in my gut. I feel okay though, well, except for the cottony taste in my mouth and the distinct feeling that I should avoid alcohol and things that I might need a gall bladder for.
Tyran Drenski: Hey hogpile!! how does it feel to be a zombie?
Tyran Drenski: vampire... night of the living dead
Hogpile: You know, I was just thinking that you had a larger than normal cranium that was probably filled with juicy brains.
Hogpile laughs.
Colwyn O'Reilly: huh... those syringes... are pretty neat
Randall Breckenridge: seems like mabbe he jus made for the Marines...
Colwyn O'Reilly hands hogpile a cabbage
Tyran Drenski his smiling face, starts looking nerviuos
Hogpile: Where the hell did you get a cabbage from?
Dugan: oh wait... I have something for you too...
Dugan: It's somewhere here in my pack ..
Dugan: hold one sec
Tyran Drenski: yeah were did you get the cabbage from and is there more food?
Dugan: rummages in his pack
Dugan: you can have this ... maybe it'll make ye feel better
Tyran Drenski: Thanksgivings feast would make me feel better
Colwyn O'Reilly: uh... i always carry one... just in case we're attacked by zombies... oh wait, no, it was just rolling around on the floor here
Colwyn O'Reilly: sort of like your liver was a few hours ago
Hogpile: Well, Doc, I think you are fibbing me a bit there, but you have kept me alive a few times in the past, so I'll let it go.
Dugan: gives Hogpile a crushed flower, most of the petals have fallen off and are stuck to the stem, there is even a bullet casing lodged in it somewhere
Dugan: was saving it for Ma, but I don't think she'd appreciate it
Hogpile: Uh...thanks Dugan.
A while later the plane lands at a military installation and you are sheparded off the plane and to the tarmac. Then you are loaded on trucks and taken to a large hospital looking building. Well, it would be hospital looking, except for all the barbed wire and armed guards around it.
Colwyn O'Reilly: it's a high security hospital
Dugan: cool! we're going on holiday
A couple MPs collect Christy and her purse and lead her away from everyone else. The rest of you are taken into a large cafeteria.
Tyran Drenski: is the nurses hot?
Colwyn O'Reilly: i hope they have beds... cots... maybe even a board to sleep on
GM: You have seen no nurses yet.
Tyran Drenski only can think FOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD
GM: And the men working here look like they do not have a sense of humor.
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): no nurse...it's a cruel world
Dugan: reloads his M1 Carbine .. hate having an unloaded weopon
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): I don't think we're armed right now...
MPs come by and relieve you of your weapons, packs, and anything that you do not put up a fight to hold on to.
Dhu (Dugan): I'm armed to the teeth
Dhu (Dugan): you can't stop a clueless tiger... meow
Tyran Drenski: This can't be good
Of course, if you want to put up a fight to hold on to a weapon...well...you will get beaten into submission.
Tyran Drenski Tyran stuffs Rambo into his waist band....no one will take him away
Dugan: geez.. was just loading my gun ... what's wrong with that?
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: They ignore Rocky unless you make a stink about him.
Colwyn O'Reilly hides the syringes
Dhu (Dugan): watch out! I'm a deadly assassin with a toothbrush!
[w] Tyran Drenski: just noticed that he has been rambo and rocky sooo the statue is secretly salvester stylone...lol
Dugan: that reminds me, I never finished telling the story of my mother's nephew's mother's sister's husband who sold toothbrushes
Once everyone is disarmed, a Navy LT. JG. walks through a pair of double doors and tells you all to take a seat.
Tyran Drenski: only you Dugan....where is the food
Colwyn O'Reilly: dugan, look! a shiny object! over there.
Dugan: ooo ... shiny!
Tyran Drenski: no touchy Dugan!!
Randall Breckenridge sits down
Dugan: but there are no chairs
Dugan: sir
Tyran Drenski sits anywhere
Dugan: plops down and leans against a wall... eyelids immediately falling half shut
Once everyone is sitting down, a number of attractive waitresses come out and start collecting orders. You notice that there are no menus, and it seems like people are ordering whatever the Hell they feel like and the waitresses and just nodding and writing everything down while chatting, smiling, and laughing a lot.
Randall Breckenridge: thats more like it...
Withers: Is anyone else getting more terrified of this than they were fighting Gookzillas? Because I sure am.
Ranger Richard: alright lets order some food and drink!
Tyran Drenski is distracted pretty ladies and food....the world may be turned out now
Ranger Richard ([): ] [ ]
Hogpile: I'd like a bacon-wrapped filet mignon and a nice cold beer.
Colwyn O'Reilly: terrified of what? getting fed?
Dugan: I'll take split pea soup, a tortilla with cheese and jalepenos rolled up; and a whole strawberry cheesecake
Hogpile: With a double helping of mashed potatoes.
Colwyn O'Reilly: miss, I'd like some harp battered fish and chips and several pints of guinness
Tyran Drenski: This is not the army way for sure... something smells fishy...oooo salmon
Withers: I...uh...ate on the plane.
Dugan: for my second course, I'll take some green jello with those little bits of pineapple, make sure that it jiggles with not too much wiggle though
Dugan: for my third course, I'll take an order of McDonald's French fries with lots and lots of salt
After collecting all the orders, the waitresses disappear through the double doors. Shortly after this, several TV sets on the far wall turn on and a movie starts playing.
Ranger Richard: ah and a Mcdonalds apple pie
Dugan: To wash it all down, I'll take some of that swill from that place where we stopped that one time
Withers: I miss Samson.
Tyran Drenski: I want 5 bratwurst, extra hot mustard and kraut, 6 cheese burgers and a black forest pie...watching my waist line so a water please
Hogpile: Why?
Dugan: gets up and heads to find the bathroom
Dugan: is there a door out of this room?
Withers: Dugan was a lot quieter when Samson was around.
Ranger Richard: blueberry pancakes with bacon and eggs and maple syrup!
The doors out of this room are all barred and locked.
Tyran Drenski: Rocky told me I was fat in my dream on the plane
There is a restroom adjoining it.
Dugan: moves towards the door that the waitresses went through
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) Hey serg, are we going to die? rocky is nervious...
A pair of MPs step through the door as soon as Dugan gets within ten feet of it. They look at him angrily and pull out their nightsticks.
Colwyn O'Reilly: why would we die? except maybe dugan over there
Dugan: Hi guys, what's going on here?
Withers: (whispers) Good question. I don't think so.
Withers: (whispers) Well, except for Dugan.
Colwyn O'Reilly: they're probably discussing which medals to give to who after surviving that crap
MP: Sit down, shut up, and watch the movie.
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) I think we are in deep here, Serg. brainwashing?
Dugan: Peers over the MPs shoulder to see what is down the hall behind them
Tyran Drenski does as told
Withers: (whispers) Probably. Or just really good drugs so we all forget the last five days of our lives or so.
Dugan: Now Mr, I don't like your attitude
You cannot see anything behind the MPs, as the doors are closed and have no windows.
Tyran Drenski wonders how many pieces dugan will be in by the end of this.
Dugan: I've been to hell and back, and I don't appreciate you giving me any crap
MP: Do I look like I care Private? Sit down, shut up, and watch the movie. That is an order.
Colwyn O'Reilly: Dugan... they took all my supplies... including the morphine
Colwyn O'Reilly: so if you get your ass kicked I can't do much for you
Tyran Drenski: Dugan let's get this over with...
Dugan: I thought we were soldiers, you gonna take this crap from them?
Tyran Drenski motions for Dugan to sit
Dugan: there's more of us than them, we can take em
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) plan Serg?
Colwyn O'Reilly: you know sarge... he does have a point
Colwyn O'Reilly: Dugan... I'd like to eat before we kill anyone else, okay?
Colwyn O'Reilly: didn't you want some jello
Tyran Drenski thinks about not eating the food that comes out might be poisoned
Withers: Yeah, but starting a riot is probably now the best plan.
Dugan: they are not bringing us any food. That was just a ruse to get us in here and quiet
MP: That's it.
MP his Dugan with nightstick.
MP: Fighting [1d8 = 12]
Dugan: blocks the shot.
Randall Breckenridge: they coulda just pushed us out without a parachute if they really wanted to...
MP: Nightstick damage [Raise] [3d6 = 22]
Dugan: and punches him in the gut
Dugan: blocks with his flashlight
Tyran Drenski: Serg??
Dugan: they may have taken my weopons, but I have my own "nightstick" here
GM: No, I don't think so. He just rolled a 12 on his attack, which is a hit with a raise. Then he pummeled you for 22 points of damage, which is Shaken and 4 wounds.
Colwyn O'Reilly: i don't think that's long enough or hard enough dugan
Randall Breckenridge: too bad they took the morphine...
Randall Breckenridge: thats gonna leave a mark...
GM: Of course, he is doing subdual damage, so it will just put you out cold unless you want to spend Bennies to soak.
Ranger Richard: right in the kisser!
Dugan: I'll soak with a benny
Dugan is using a benny
Colwyn O'Reilly: sarge...
GM: Roll Vigor
Ranger Richard: Entertaining but Is all this drama really necessary
Tyran Drenski: Serge??
Dugan: Vigor [1d6 = 3]
Colwyn O'Reilly: now might be a good time for ms thompson to show up
GM: That gets you no where
Dugan: passes out
[w] Dugan: why wasn't that a spirit check?
Tyran Drenski: Serge should I go get him?
Randall Breckenridge: must be the pre-movie entertainment
[w] -> Dugan: Soak rolls are Vigor.
Colwyn O'Reilly runs over to dugan to check on him
Randall Breckenridge: usually its jest a car-toon
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): lays on hands
Dhu (Dugan): floats
Withers: Let's try the diplomatic approach...
Tyran Drenski follows colwyn to help with carring
MP: ATTENSHUN! Officer on Deck!
Randall Breckenridge comes to attention
Tyran Drenski goes to Attension
The other soldiers in the room snap to attention as Major Blankname walks in through the double doors.
Major Blankname steps over Dugan's crumpled form. He snorts dismissively at him.
Colwyn O'Reilly continues tending to dugan's new "doinger"
Major Blankname: At ease soldiers, you have been through Hell and back. No need for formality today.
Tyran Drenski relaxes and helps colwyn...thinks he smells a rat
Randall Breckenridge relaxs a bit
Major Blankname: The food is a taking a bit to prepare, mostly because the McDonalds here on Okinawa is closed and some idiot wanted French Fries. So we had to get them to open up and start cooking some.
Colwyn O'Reilly (mutters): wasn't about to be formal for you anyway
Tyran Drenski no just a sweaty old dumn A#$
Colwyn O'Reilly: it's okay, he's unconscious thanks to Mr. Roids over here
Major Blankname looks at Dugan's crumpled form.
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) Colwyn ease down we don't need the best doc dead
Dhu (Dugan): first name Hem
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Bad doc...bad...sit!!
Major Blankname: Why am I not surprised? Oh, it is you, O'Reilly, what a shock there. My least favorite group of bullet-stoppers.
Dhu (Dugan): really this is the best way to get peace and quiet from my character
Major Blankname addresses everyone else.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): he has a point...
Major Blankname: So just sit tight and relax. Once you all have a chance to eat and catch some sleep, things will be explained a bit more thoroughly.
Ranger Richard: I am seeing a pattern
Tyran Drenski keeps thinking when does the blah blah blah I am an a%# blah blah stop.
Major Blankname turns around and leaves.
Colwyn O'Reilly hears nothing but "i'm a tool, i'm a tool, i'm an incredibly huge tool"
Tyran Drenski snaps to attension
Withers: Well, I am not sure if I feel better or worse about the situation now.
Tyran Drenski: worse really worse
Tyran Drenski: can any fly a helicopter?
Dhu (Dugan): I can
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): well??
Colwyn O'Reilly drags dugan over to the table and props him up
Dhu (Dugan): if i wasn't unconscious
Ranger Richard: mmmm slleeeppp
About ten minutes later, the group of attractive waitresses returns with plates laden with food. Actually, the food that was specifically ordered.
Colwyn O'Reilly lays dugan's face down in his food... just not the ice cream, I don't want him freezing to death
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): lol see what happens when you leaves us??
[w] Dugan -> Colwyn O'Reilly: you are my hero
Randall Breckenridge: all ya seem a bit paranoid and high strung, like them fancy race horses. Now I knows the military ain't all knowin, but y'all know they get their shorts all bunched up on unsplained mystiries
Waitress: Hello there, my name is Candy. Let me know if you need anything else.
Waitress laughs.
Colwyn O'Reilly: hmmm... fish and chips! is that real guinness?
Waitress: No happy ending for you soldier.
Soldier: Damn!
[w] Colwyn O'Reilly -> Dugan: you're welcome... i figured you could enjoy it through osmosis
Tyran Drenski: yes, ma'am a guarantee that we are not going to die from this food.
It is indeed, real Guinness and beer battered fish.
Waitress: Well, you should, unless you ordered something you are allergic to.
Waitress looks confused for a minute.
Waitress: Oh wait, you think they are poisoning you?
Waitress laughs.
[w] Dugan -> Tyran Drenski: that wasn't an answer
Tyran Drenski consults with Rocky...."it is eatable all knowning one"
Randall Breckenridge: ahm eating my greens and fried potaoes and fried chicken
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: no kidding
Colwyn O'Reilly: and malt vinegar! I'm in heaven! did we all really die at that stupid firebase?
Waitress: Oh trust me, they have no intention of poisoning you. The outfit you are in now has a 2% survival rate in the field. They don't need to kill anyone on base.
Colwyn O'Reilly: oh no... nevermind, major blankcrotch is here
Tyran Drenski patiently sees if Randall starts vomiting 360 degrees while his head rotates
Waitress: More beer anyone?
Randall Breckenridge: Ah think them big head types want to know what we knows and saw. The only question is will they believe it?
Colwyn O'Reilly: oh well, food's good
Tyran Drenski: Just water
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes miss!
Hogpile: I'll take a lemonade.
Randall Breckenridge: more beer for me, thanks ma'am
Waitress: Sure thing Marine, I'll grab one for you also.
Waitress leaves to get refills.
Randall Breckenridge: ah mean, them gookzillas weren't what you'd call normal.
Tyran Drenski once everyone is eating and he is thinks its safe, he dives into his food like a ravenous bear.
Colwyn O'Reilly: they're just big boned VC breck
Waitress comes back with refills.
Waitress: Any thing else, more food for anyone?
Tyran Drenski: Wet nap?
Ranger Richard: peaches
Randall Breckenridge: they was almost as tough as gunnys, and thats not natural for them gooks
[w] -> Dugan: You can wake up whenever you feel like.
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe they was hopped up on drugs, like
Tyran Drenski realised there is cheese burger in his hair...decide crapes would be awesome right now..misses original serge
Colwyn O'Reilly: heroin, maybe?
Dugan: sits upright and rubs his head...
Colwyn O'Reilly: I mean, the gooks... not for us
Tyran Drenski: steroids...
Dugan: does he look worse than me?
Waitress: Peaches and wet naps, back in a few.
Colwyn O'Reilly: I mean, that MP looked about like a gookzilla
Dugan: focuses on the food, and scrapes the split pea soup off his face
Dugan: didn't really want that anyhow
Tyran Drenski looks around the room, is trying to get any clue of what is going to happen after Dinner
Randall Breckenridge: but hitting square in th' head with a bullet, and it boucned off. I knows them M14s aint got the punch an M1 has, but come on now.
Dugan: picks up the whole strawberry cheesecake and takes a huge bite out of the side
Everyone eats, drinks, and otherwise relaxes. About forty-five minutes later an MP walks in and calls out a group of names. The soldiers called leave with him through the double doors.
Tyran Drenski wonders if they are recording the conversations
Withers: Paranoid, I'd be very very paranoid.
Dugan: looks around and counts the soldiers in the room
Randall Breckenridge: so wha happned to the movie, anyways?
Dugan: finishes his first course and moves on to the jello
GM: It is still playing in the background.
Dugan: what is the movie?
Tyran Drenski tries to move rocky slowly and straps hims to his leg... got to do everything to keep him safe.
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d6 = 4]
MP: Withers, Hogpile, Dugan, Breckinridge, Drenski, Richard, and O'Reilly follow me.
Ranger Richard: lets go
Randall Breckenridge whispers into Tyrans ear - of course they is
Colwyn O'Reilly: well, at least we got to eat
Dugan: as he walks past Mr. Roids, punches him in the nose
MP gestures with nightstick for you to follow him. Looks angrily at Dugan while he does so.
Randall Breckenridge follows
Tyran Drenski follows..
GM: Okay, you can roll fighting to try and punch the MP. Do you have a backup character plan?
Colwyn O'Reilly grabs dugan's arm before he can move
Colwyn O'Reilly: look dugan... pie! down the hallway!
[w] Dugan: my system is acting wierd
Tyran Drenski holds dugans other arm
Colwyn O'Reilly: Agility [1d6 = 10]
GM: Nice Agility check
Tyran Drenski: Agility [1d8 = 4]
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): but is apperantly distracted unlike Colwyn is
Tyran Drenski: Notice (Good) [1d8 = 6]
[w] Dugan: need to reload the app
'Dhu' disconnected
'Dhu' connected
Assuming Dugan manages to live past the MP, the scowling soldier takes you to a well-lit room that has a map of Vietnam stretched along the back wall. There are a series of desks and chairs, like adult-sized school room equipment. There is a chalkboard next to the map that has a lot of strange writing on it.
Randall Breckenridge: hmmm
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): dugan dead???? so we have lots to bury.
MP: Just sit down and wait a few minutes.
Randall Breckenridge: writing like symbols, or math, or ?
MP looks crossly at Dugan.
[w] Dugan: my system froze .. I have no idea what happened. Am I dead?
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Have we seen this writing other places?
MP: If you try to leave, I will shoot you.
Randall Breckenridge: sure thing
Tyran Drenski sits and studies the writing
GM: Common Knowledge checks for the writing.
Randall Breckenridge: no problems here, sarge
Tyran Drenski: Smarts [1d8 = 11]
John (Randall Breckenridge): is that smarts, or ?
Dugan: Smarts (Clueless -2) [1d6-2 = 3]
[w] -> Dugan: No, since you did not roll fighting against the MP you are still alive.
Randall Breckenridge: Smarts [1d6 = 3]
Ranger Richard: Smarts [1d6 = 4]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Smarts [1d8 = 5]
[w] -> Tyran Drenski: You are entirely convinced that the writing on the chalkboard matches the symbols carved into Rocky's armor.
[w] Dugan: i kept trying to roll, but I guess that was good timing on the freeze. everytime I grabbed the dice, they stopped after moving an 1/4 inch.
Tyran Drenski: (whispers) Didn't i see this chinese writing in a rocky balboa book?
Everyone is pretty sure they have seen this writing before, perhaps at the dig with Doctor Eichmann or something like that.
Tyran Drenski: nah can't be
Randall Breckenridge waits patiently
[w] Dugan -> Tyran Drenski: pretty pictures.. reminds me of something my ma used to draw when she was learning her letters
Tyran Drenski: Maybe on a budist god replica
Dugan: has a glazed look in his eyes ... don't worry, this is pretty normal for him ... reminds him of school
Colwyn O'Reilly: it's says "baseball is wrong. man with four balls cannot walk"
The door opens again and Christy Thompson walks in. She is wearing a uniform that looks familiar, but you are not quite sure what country it is, or what all those ribbons mean. It looks like she is a Lieutenant though. The name tag on her chest reads, "Devine."
GM: Common Knowledge (or any Military Knowledge skill) to identify the uniform and branch of service.
Tyran Drenski is very very nervious for Rocky
Tyran Drenski: Smarts [1d8 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Smarts [1d6 = 3]
Dugan: Smarts (Clueless -2) [1d4-2 = 3]
Colwyn O'Reilly: Smarts [1d8 = 10]
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: you are too funny by the way...
Ranger Richard: Smarts [1d6 = 5]
Randall Breckenridge: Ma'am, ah didn't know you was Aus- tralian...
[w] -> Colwyn O'Reilly: Australian SAS. From the ribbons it looks like she has a US Distinguished Service Cross and three Victoria's Crosses.
[w] Dugan -> Tyran Drenski: I roll out of my chair everytime I do this gig. Tough audience though.
[w] -> Randall Breckenridge: Good guess. Bonus point for you.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Hello gentlemen. As some of you know, I am Lieutenant Andrea Devine.
[w] Randall Breckenridge: I feel lucky now!
Dugan: A. Devine Lieutenant!
Dugan: yes ma'am
Lt. Andrea Devine: The good news is that I can guarantee that I am much better eye-candy than your previous COs.
[w] Tyran Drenski -> Dugan: I enjoy it!! My guy is just very rapped up into his little statue wonder if it's made of urainuim and eating his brains
Lt. Andrea Devine: The bad news is that I am your new CO.
Randall Breckenridge whispers we could do worse, I think...
Dugan: sir yessir! I mean ma'am yes ma'am!
Dugan: what's a co again? ma'am?
Lt. Andrea Devine smiles.
Dugan: company?
Dugan: cola?
Tyran Drenski really does not want to play anymore...with the creepy people that is
Dugan: corporation?
Tyran Drenski: So are we changing branches?
Dugan: colorado?
Lt. Andrea Devine: Not really.
Dugan: co ... sea oh ...
John (Randall Breckenridge): do we get to meet Mr. Broccoli?
Dugan: thinking real hard...
Colwyn O'Reilly: so we're changing countries
Dugan: we're moving to colorado?
Lt. Andrea Devine: As you have all discovered, there is some weird shit going on in Vietnam. US-MACV has decided to gather everyone who survives one of these encounters and lump them into a single unit.
John (Randall Breckenridge): In her Majesties Secret Service ain't so bad...
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes dugan, and you can take the elevator to the top of pikes peak
Nessie (Tyran Drenski): Yeah more danger.....when is my contract up?? lol
Colwyn O'Reilly: encounters? with the VC? isn't that kind of why we're here?
Lt. Andrea Devine: You retain your branch, rank, and so on. Think of this as a joint command strike force.
Dhu (Dugan): awesome! is it one of those glass elevators?
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): yes
Dugan: we get joints?
Tyran Drenski: What is our mission?
Lt. Andrea Devine: To start with, we are going to be based out of Hue.
Dugan: pauses to think of the good ol' days
Ranger Richard: do we go through any more training?
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): as opposed to Shade?
TADM: LOL
Lt. Andrea Devine: So once we get settled there, it will be our job to hunt down and destroy the various oddities in Vietnam.
John (Randall Breckenridge): nice one
Dugan: is that where they make the helicopters?
Tyran Drenski is very upset to be aligned with Major ding dong
Lt. Andrea Devine: Of course, it will take a few days to get various clearances, permissions, authorizations, paperwork, etc.
Ranger Richard: hopefully we can get some cool toys like yours!
Lt. Andrea Devine smiles.
Randall Breckenridge smiles back
Lt. Andrea Devine: Yes Richard, we get lots of cool toys.
Dugan: smiles back
Ranger Richard: mmm is the Major our new big boss then?
Lt. Andrea Devine: I'll deal with stick-in-the-mud. Don't worry about him.
Colwyn O'Reilly: so we're hunting vietnamese in vietnam? i'm confused as to how this is different than our previous MO
Tyran Drenski: That is incouraging
Dugan: missouri?
Randall Breckenridge: theys special VC
Lt. Andrea Devine: Well O'Reilly, think of it more as hunting Gookzillas, not normal VC.
Dugan: molybdenum?
Randall Breckenridge: mabbe even arachnomancers, with gookzilla minions
Colwyn O'Reilly: exactly Dugan, ever see deliverance?
Dugan: get's that glazed look again
Colwyn O'Reilly: oh... so we're all buying into these random hallucinations everyone else has been having
Tyran Drenski: We are going to need more advanced weapons for gookzillas
Lt. Andrea Devine: Something like that O'Reilly.
Tyran Drenski: those are monteruos steroidal vc
Lt. Andrea Devine: Now, as your new CO, here is your first set of orders:
Colwyn O'Reilly: what's next? killer bunnies? rescuing santa claus? finding an honest politician?
Tyran Drenski cringes
Lt. Andrea Devine: Welcome to Okinawa. Please take a week off to relax, wander around the island, and not get into too much trouble.
Randall Breckenridge: what have y'all been drinkin?
Colwyn O'Reilly: oh... stopping the easter bunny's killer rampage?
Tyran Drenski: Not me but Colwyn needs too..
Randall Breckenridge: ma'am, sounds great to me
Lt. Andrea Devine: O'Reilly, the killer bunnies are possible. I already rescued Santa Claus, and there are no honest politicians.
Tyran Drenski: Thanks ma'am
Colwyn O'Reilly: weren't we just discussing how the gookzillas are just gooks on drugs?
Dugan: killer bunnies and the quest for the magic carrot? I like that one
Randall Breckenridge: thanks a whole lot
Colwyn O'Reilly: right... so we can go home, all the imaginary nasties have been stopped
Tyran Drenski: And ninja hamsters with tiny knives
Ranger Richard: me too lets go snorkeling!
Dugan: Lt Dan, have I ever told you the story about my mother's nephew's sister's father's sisters's husband's salesman job? because this is starting to sound familiar.
Lt. Andrea Devine: Dugan, if you ever call me Lt. Dan again, I will sever your vocal cords. You don't need to speak to be able to fight.
Asher (Colwyn O'Reilly): go for the eyes boo! go for the eyes!
Dugan: oh! sorry, bad habit. it shouldn't happen again
Dugan: ma'am
GM: You get the distinct feeling she is not joking.
Tyran Drenski looks shocked someone just shut up Dugan....
Lt. Andrea Devine: After you take a week break, there is some advanced weapon training to give you, then we relocate to Hue.
Colwyn O'Reilly: yes ma'am
Campaign saved.