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MRS Morey - PBF
Xander Morhaime:
Vincent's shot definitively finished off the alien, but his shouting had apparently caught the attention of the last remaining creature. It lots interest in Hagazi and leapt towards the doctor instead, raking him with its claws as soon as it was in range. Vincen't flak jacket didn't prove to be much protection, and the attack left some deep wounds.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Current initiative:
1. Malek (25)
2. Gargulec (22/20 temp)
2. Silhar (19/16 temp)
4. Aliens (9)
Last alien is currently in Silhar's space.
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Silhar has received 6 End damage, bringing him down to... 1 Endurance.
Malek Deneith:
Victor heard a cracking sound and felt a rush of air, as a bullet passed near his ear and hit the alien clawing at him, killing the creature.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Seeing as we're done here Hagazi puts a fresh magazine and a new frag grenade in the launcher.
Xander Morhaime:
The room fell into silence again, save for the steady background humm of the generators overhead. Some of the fallen aliens still twitched, but they looked to be in no shape to get back up again, ever. The panel one alien had torn off from the support pillar was just that, a panel, thankfully nothing vital seemed to be damaged.
The bit of exercise has helped you work up an appetite, however. You're starting to realise it's been some 8 hours since your arrival on the planet and you haven't had a thing to eat since then. Not to mention any skipped meals before cryosleep...
Silhar:
"Oh man, thank you", gasped the Doc, coughing and grasping his bleeding chest. "That thing would rip my guts away."
He pulled a medpack out of his bag and tried to treat this nasty wound of his, detoxicating and swathing it.
"Now, that's gonna leave a mark.", he coughed again.
"Is everyone ok ? These freakish bastards, as you can see, can wound very nastily. Anyone in need for a treatment ?", he asked, glancing at his fellow men.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Doc is going to take care of anyone wounded in the battle.
Rolls go as following :
For Doc himself : 2d6=9, +5 (skill) +2 (Edu) for a total of 16,
For Hagezi : 2d6=8, +5 (skill) +2 (Edu) for a total of 15,
For Shioban (if necessary) : 2d6=5, +5 (skill) +2 (Edu), for a total of 12
When all the treatments were finished, Vince took his shotgun and loaded it with regular shells. He also unattached a frag granade from his vest and loaded a grenade launcher.
Gargulec:
Shiban halted Doc, when he tried to attend her. 'No need, Doc. I'm fine' she muttered, along with giving him pitiful look. Better take care of yourself, for those slashes of yours do not look like scratches for sure.
Then, she emptied the magazine of her rifle, cleaned it, and loaded with new, fresh magazine. Eight leftover rounds were put in piece of cloth and safely placed in her backpack.
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