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>INI 8- Y12 Twaryian T-8DIIs- Attacks D-7 Lehrson- Attack blocked by Smoke.
>INI 8- Y14 Twaryian T-8DIIs- Attacks C-5 Martins. ATK 5 vs DEF 1+1, 2+ to Hit- Lead Vehicle requires Crits to Hit. (Rolled 3, 7, 9) (Vehicle 3 is Hit and Knocked Out)
>INI 7- aa8 Fenix T-15s- Attacks J-9 Fuchs. Attack blocked by Smoke.
>INI 7- W16 Twaryian TO-16s- Attacks J-7 Black. ATK 5 vs DEF 1+1, 2+ to Hit. (Rolled 10, 1) One Crit. (Vehicle 3 is Crit and Knocked Out)
>INI 6- Z14 RAGV AB 14/29- Attacks C-5 Martins. PRC 3+, Attack against lead vehicle requires crits to hit. (Rolled 8) No Hits.
>INI 6- bb10 RAGV SV 30/20-75- Attacks D-4 Gauthier. ATK 3 vs DEF 4+2, 8+ to Hit. (Rolled 1, 5) No Hits.
>ARTILLERY- HQ Mortars Deploy Smoke.
>REACTION FIRE- HQ Howitzers attack T-8DIIs. ATK 2 (Direct Fire from Artillery) vs DEF 4, 7+ to Hit (Rolled 1, 4, 2, 10, 2, 8) Targets Destroyed.
>D-8 Vilgerson, R-1 Splitterschwert, J-4 Giovanni, C-3 Lutzow-Spelinger Escape
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The shifting of the tank, jerking back and forth like a ship in the sea. The buzzing in her ears. The Lieutenant laughing like a fool, be it because he was mad as the recon often were or because something actually amusing was happening…on top of having her plot at self-sacrifice utterly foiled by men she had not long ago though she controlled the fates of.
It was all too much for the young Countess.
“Move!” She reached up to tear Splitterschwert from his seat, but he was a stout, strong, and somewhat overweight man- she was reminded of her weakness when she hung off his coat like a kitten at play rather than pulling him down to take his place. Gritting her teeth at her own impotence, she demanded again, “What is happening!?”
She was ignored. The crew might have respected her in a different time, but as the sound of wrenching metal and groaning engines churned, perhaps she wasn’t even audible. It was only after the vehicle drove forward further, unmolested, that any clue of what was happening was revealed from the talk of the crew.
“Radio still out, cue ball?” the other resident of the two-person turret demanded of the officer. Splitterschwert grunted in the affirmative. “At least it sounds like the Bat-Ears are having fun with that crab.”
“…Open the top and let me out,” Haile said, suddenly feeling ill, “I feel sick…”
“Hey, boss,” the gunner said, “The Countess is about to puke on our floor. We need fresh air.”
“No!” Splitterschwert’s mood shifted on a dime, “That’s what the shade on the outside wishes us to do. That hatch stays locked tight, even if there is so much puke that we drown in it!”
Nobody felt safe, or valiant, but the wayward forces of the Battalion to the west would soon find out that the foe was far too distracted to account for them…though there were too few of them at all to hope to fight through anything. They scurried like rats in the dark, perhaps just like them, never to be found by anybody if they could help it.
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