Walter just scowls at what transpired
"...horsestuff"
He launches another TAG at the remaining nosferatu and follows up with another barrage of cannons.
Nosferatu base EV 87
Experience provides bonus of 10
TAG provides penalty of 20
Test taken at 77
Roll: 98 - critical failure!
Roll granted by supermaneuverable: 98 - failure
Test failedThe laser-guided TAG strikes again.
AC5 accuracy 50
Experience provides bonus of 6
Aim provides bonus of 20
Medium target provides no bonus or penalty
Test taken at 66
Roll: 60 - success by 1 degree
Result: 1 hit to roosterpit areaOne of your shells lands dangerously close to the pilot himself.
"It's that loving Tukreb! Need help here!"
Faw's voice once again lowers.
"Going after the Nosferatu! Let's make this Tukreb lonely."
Faw launches four HSMs at Nosferatu-2.
Nosferatu base EV 87
Experience provides bonus of 10
HSM 1 provides penalty of 25
HSM 2 provides penalty of 25
HSM 3 provides penalty of 25
HSM 4 provides penalty of 25
TAG provides penalty of 40
Test taken at -43
Roll: 2 - failure
Roll granted by supermaneuverable: 57 - failure
Test failedDespite their best efforts, the Nosferatu fails to evade the four heatseekers.
"Hang on, Gladiator, I'm coming to clear your tail!" Jaakko puts the Tukreb on his nose and places it in the gun funnel. He gets a bead on the bandit and fires.
AC5 base accuracy 50
Experience provides bonus of 2
Aim provides bonus of 10
Large target provides bonus of 5
Test taken at 67
Roll: 40 - success by 3 degrees
Result: 2 hits to roosterpit areaIn what feels like an act of divine intervention, you put a 30mm round through the guts of the pilot flying the remaining Tukreb.
Lorens swings around, but the defenders have since moved from the SPI. Having lost track, he decides its more important to focus on the newly emerged threat in the area.
"Control, Snowman, leaving IP Lancer to intercept the airship."
"...right, that's a bad idea."
Yui debates moving on to the destroyer instead, then decides that's a better idea than going after ten SAM emplacements.
You both meet up and head for the destroyer.
While Mjolnir handles the remaining ace elements, Kommandant begins barking directions to the rest of his unit.
: Djuriskas, form up on me. That means you too, Eremit.
: What's
that supposed to-
: What's the plan, boss?
: That cruiser, we're going to take it out. Frisk, Pansar, I need you two to be tip of the spear, your armor generator is still up and there's not a scratch on either of you. Line up like you're going for an attack run and do a close flyby of the ship to draw AA and PD fire away from the rest of us. Eremit will back you up with the GSCRAM if you need it. Virvel, Eremit, while they're drawing fire from the PD emplacements, you two knock 'em out with your guns. I'll handle those two Typhoons myself. Everyone got it?
The other four pilots give their acknowledgement, and the allied flight begins regrouping to put the plan in motion.
2 turns until Missile Range on the Typhoons, Destroyer still a considerable distance out.
Moving as quickly as he can while remaining quiet, Gus moves towards the back of the restaurant to put solid cover between himself and the vehicles. Positioning himself between the back wall and a cooling unit, he takes off the flight helmet and uses the reflective surface of the eyes to peer around the corner.
You get a glimpse of the troops moving by on the other side of the restaurant, and it doesn't take long to realize they certainly aren't Aesthian. In the front of the convoy is a boxy MBT you can immediately idenfity as an Imperial design, as if the men riding on the turret and Power Armor marching alongside it didn't already give away its allegiance. Following the tank is a pair of IFVs, and then finally a Defender bringing up the rear. You'd seen them in still images, and from afar, but it takes seeing with your own two eyes just how small the men riding on it are in comparison (and how many it seems to be able to accommodate) to fully appreciate how massive these war machines are. Though the helmet reflection is far from a perfect picture, by comparing the footslogging power armor to the height of the tank itself, you reckon it must be at least 13 feet from the ground to the commander's hatch, compared to an Aesthian tank's 7-8 foot height.
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