>>5167396>>5167764>>516778114, 11, 14 Body Test.
The Walking Nightmare - Target 14.
>Sorry for the Late post. Entire Island lost electricity. Lost my bet that it was because of Russia nuking Europe.Using Data.
I will record the enemy turn here and roll for them below.
Then I'll describe the events in a post or two.
After that we will switch back for Turn 2
>Enemy Forces Turn 1Light Combat Vehicle LV12 "Broodmother"
Light Combat Vehicle LV13 "The Unlucky"
Destroyer Type Ae2 "Snake Bite"
Destroyer Type Ae1 "Yapping Fox"
'The Hell Badgers' Fire team Charlie.
'The Hell Badgers' Fire team Alpha
'The Hell Badgers' Fire team Bravo
'The Hell Badgers' Fire team Delta.
>[Skill] [Fire Everything!] AP 4The LV-series Combat Vehicles are outfitted to assist in Anti-Phobos operations. While the low caliber weapons are unlikely to do serious damage to a Phobos all of it's weapon systems can be linked to a single gunner seat. Allowing for an intense amount of firepower to be unleashed, while using all at once is a detriment to accuracy the sudden explosive action may corral a Phobos. Keeping it pinned or pushing it from cover.
>6 attacks at -4 each. >Light Combat Vehicle LV12 "Broodmother"[Skill] [Fire Everything!] AP 2
"Fucking paint him up!" The Commander, Gia Uustav of the Elysian Light Combat Vehicle LV12 "Broodmother" ordered into the low range communication unit of her vehicle. The radio operator cut through the panicked buzz to relay the order to those unbroken. Gia drove her elbow into the shin of the young gunner that sat behind her, urging the idiot to shoot. "Fire everything! East! East! East! Heading one-sixty now!" The boy in the olive overalls faltered. "but Ma'am... the Badgers!" His high pitched voice a low whine, like a child under the palm of his mother. "Now Sigi! Or we are all dead! Everything! One-sixty. Watch for the Target!" The boy didn't pull the trigger, his eyes watering. He wanted to go home, he didn't want to be here. "But Ma'am..." The boy whined again, voice a high pitch, breaking like the cries of a babe. Gia had no time for the milk sop. "Now! You little bastard!" She hissed, shifting in her seat she began to drive punches into his thighs. Finally, the young gunner opened fire, he watched the heading strictly. Eyes open for any Targeting Marker to appear, thankfully the tears hid the bright orange forms of the infantry.
