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| ZombiLoin:
Faw barely stops himself from stepping into a mess of soupy guts and gnarled flesh. He mouthes a curse word before turning around to Gus. "This isn't good. This was the last known location of her beacon, right?" |
| CypherX:
Gus heads towards the roof access. Dried blood stains the roof near the door, along with chunks of flesh. He tries the door, and sees that it is locked. With nothing else to do, he looks around for some identifying item. |
| Mr. Hurricane:
"According to her beacon, it is," Jaakko replies to Faw. |
| Qwepir:
--- Quote from: Mr. Hurricane on December 26, 2016, 06:39:33 PM ---Jaakko turns on his own light and looks around the roof for any signs that a pilot was here, such as a pilot bag or helmet, or any associated kit. The gore makes Jaakko uncomfortable. --- End quote --- A battle-damaged ejection seat lies on its side near a blast crater. Tattered pieces of flesh and flight suit are spread along the roof, drawing a grisly line of entrails from a crater near the roof access shack. --- Quote from: CypherX on December 26, 2016, 07:20:27 PM ---Gus heads towards the roof access. Dried blood stains the roof near the door, along with chunks of flesh. He tries the door, and sees that it is locked. With nothing else to do, he looks around for some identifying item. --- End quote --- Gus's PER 36 Searching for a specific item on a moonscaped rooftop in the dark with the assistance of a flashlight is hard: +/- 0 Test taken at 36 Roll: 81 - failure Gus begins searching for ID as to who exactly the poor sod is, either in the form of dog tags, a tattered squadron patch or nametag, or, gods forbid, their head. He is not immediately met with success. |
| Mr. Hurricane:
"Oh Gods, there's her seat, probably-" The chunks of viscera and suit make Jaakko feel sick. He traces the trail with his light, looking for a body, if there is one to be found. |
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