ABS FIESTA REDUX

[CypherX]

0/10 worst ded of my life

Seeing enough, Gus moves to the door to the kitchen. Drawing the knife, he opens it quietly. Inside is an empty kitchen, food and utensils strewn about, suggesting patrons and employees left in a hurry. Through a slight gap between the various fryers and freezers he can see the Imperial convoy proceeding. After affirming that the kitchen area is empty, he moves quietly to the employee's bathroom, cracking the door open slowly and then pushing it open as quickly as his wounds will allow. Finding it empty, he closes and locks the door.

Gus opens the medkit and clamps his jaw down on the knife handle, using the trashcan as a makeshift stool as he braces himself against the wall. The flight suit is mostly structurally intact but perforated with holes, as well as a large tear near the center line. Physically, he is beginning to feel each and every one of the wounds as the shock and adrenaline begins to wear off. Beneath the large tear, a moderately deep puncture wound has bled angrily since he landed. With a shaking hand he empties an XStat syringe into it. Unzipping the flight suit, he turns on the thankfully still working faucet, using the water and saline packet to clean most of the other visible wounds. The short roll of gauze barely wraps around his waist twice, but with a gauze pad it works well enough to keep the biggest wound closed long enough. A single burn pad was all that was included, and he places it on the most painful area. Job finished, he relaxes as much as he can as a dull wave of pain threatens to push him back into unconsciousness.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the sound of the Zent convoy moving.

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[Operator¹]

Ellie deploys three flare packets and tries to evadeso that she can go to resupply.

[NoZoner]

"I've got 2 HSM, 4 AGM, and 5 rockets. The Coilgun's still got plenty of rounds left, though. That'll make up the difference."

The hazy silhouette of the destroyer looms in the distance. Though he can't make it out too clearly, Lorens realizes he's seen its shape before. It'll make all the difference.


Jaakko turns back to rearm.

[Qwepir]

Mission Theme

Ellie deploys three flare packets and tries to evadeso that she can go to resupply.

Tukreb base EV 75
Experience provides bonus of 4
AAM 1 provides penalty of 35
AAM 2 provides penalty of 35
VTM provides penalty of 20
Flares provide bonus of 120
Test taken at 109
Roll: 31 - success
Incoming missiles are trashed.

Jaakko turns back to rearm.

1 turn out from resupply.

Faw sighs in relief. He takes his hand off the stick for a second and just relaxes in his chair.
"Thank you, Major. That airframe would've killed me."
Faw takes a moment to rest, then clicks on to comms again.
"Command, what's the nearest airfield? I took a missile to the body and neither I or my plane is in adequate condition to fight. I'm disengaging."

: Nearest airstrip is Svirask International, twenty-eight klicks northwest of your position. Nearest military base that could receive you is 58 klicks out in the same direction.

"Snowman, what's your status on ammunition?"
Yui scans the skies for any aircraft not marked on radar.

"I've got 2 HSM, 4 AGM, and 5 rockets. The Coilgun's still got plenty of rounds left, though. That'll make up the difference."

You do not spot any.

Walter climbs not to far off from Kommandant
"I'll watch over and provide assistance if necessary,"

: Just don't step on our toes.

"Raiden was there anymore escort than typhoons with the destroyer?"

: There was. We took care of most of it, but we got driven off by a Sol. It's headed your way now.
: Ooh! Is that the thing Ashes tore up? I can't wait to fight one of those myself.
: Stick to the plan, Virvel. Mjolnir, we could use your assistance taking down that fighter.

Missile Range next turn.

0/10 worst ded of my life

Seeing enough, Gus moves to the door to the kitchen. Drawing the knife, he opens it quietly. Inside is an empty kitchen, food and utensils strewn about, suggesting patrons and employees left in a hurry. Through a slight gap between the various fryers and freezers he can see the Imperial convoy proceeding. After affirming that the kitchen area is empty, he moves quietly to the employee's bathroom, cracking the door open slowly and then pushing it open as quickly as his wounds will allow. Finding it empty, he closes and locks the door.

Gus opens the medkit and clamps his jaw down on the knife handle, using the trashcan as a makeshift stool as he braces himself against the wall. The flight suit is mostly structurally intact but perforated with holes, as well as a large tear near the center line. Physically, he is beginning to feel each and every one of the wounds as the shock and adrenaline begins to wear off. Beneath the large tear, a moderately deep puncture wound has bled angrily since he landed. With a shaking hand he empties an XStat syringe into it. Unzipping the flight suit, he turns on the thankfully still working faucet, using the water and saline packet to clean most of the other visible wounds. The short roll of gauze barely wraps around his waist twice, but with a gauze pad it works well enough to keep the biggest wound closed long enough. A single burn pad was all that was included, and he places it on the most painful area. Job finished, he relaxes as much as he can as a dull wave of pain threatens to push him back into unconsciousness.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the sound of the Zent convoy moving.

Gus Theme
Gus's INT 30
Medicine is an untrained skill: -20 penalty
Test taken at 10
Roll: 8 - success
Gus's wounds 6/11
Clearly, someone's been reading up on how to perform first aid in their spare time. Around a minute later, the sound of engines and marching fades into the distance, signifying that the convoy has passed through.

[Badger]

"We've finally got a name for it huh, I'll be more than glad to take care of it in a moment."

Walter turns around to resupply

"Resupplying 8 JSM missiles"

[Operator¹]

Ellie goes to rearm.

"Mjolnir 1-6 here, requesting ten seekers."

[Gojira]

Yui stays on her path to the destroyer.

[CypherX]

Gus waits several minutes before slowly opening the door. He walks out slowly and inspects the restaurant as quietly and carefully as possible.

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[ZombiLoin]

Faw turns his crippled plane around and starts to disengage.

"Roger. Command, I'm heading for Svirak International- I don't think my plane can slog a flight all the way to the military airfield. Gladiator out."

[Qwepir]

"We've finally got a name for it huh, I'll be more than glad to take care of it in a moment."
Walter turns around to resupply
"Resupplying 8 JSM missiles"

Ellie goes to rearm.
"Mjolnir 1-6 here, requesting ten seekers."

Jaakko turns back to rearm.

Everyone rearms and forms up with Djuriskas as they enter missile range of the incoming planes.

Gus waits several minutes before slowly opening the door. He walks out slowly and inspects the restaurant as quietly and carefully as possible.

The tables are all empty, which is to be expected considering the city should have been evacuated well in advance of the Imperial invasion. Less expected is the bombed-out front end of the store and the bodies lying around. Though they're all wearing some form of uniform, they don't match up with any current military you are immediately aware of. Closer inspection of one of the bodies reveals a patch featuring crossed AKRs behind a stylized ancient helmet; with the words "SVIRAK CITIZEN MILITIA" written across the top, and "EXPECT NO QUARTER - SHOW NO MERCY" across the bottom. From the sandbags and boxes of bullets near the front, it is reasonable to assume they were using this restaurant as a makeshift bunker. At least, until something with a lot more firepower than they had came and dropped some high explosives on their doorstep. On the morbidly bright side, where there were guerilla fighters, there are supplies, and there's still a chance that the militia may be carrying on the fight elsewhere.

[Badger]

"Already learned my mistake with these, Don't leave them undisturbed. They're cheeky enough to fire at you from missile range, TAG beacon out."

Walter fires his last TAG then waits a moment to fire 4 additional JSM at the Sol

[CypherX]

Gus grabs an AKR from the floor as well as a militia plate carrier from one of the unfortunate corpses, scavenging a trauma kit and some extra ammo as well. It fits, if not very comfortably. He turns off and discards the radio. Keeping an eye out for anything else useful or of note in the restaurant, he retrieves the supplies he has from the bathroom and slips the helmet back on, turning his GPS as well as the transponder back on.

[Gojira]

Yui takes aim at the port side point defense emplacements, lining up for a strafing run.

[NoZoner]

"Fox 2 ripple on the Sol," Jaakko calls out. He fires 4 HSMs at the fighter.


Lorens continues flying towards the destroyer. He puts the coilgun CCIP reticle on the rear PPC turret and depresses the trigger.