ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy seeing the odds are far too much against them, continues course to retreat, but not without bashing a hard metal surface with her fist several times and leaving her comms open for everyone to hear.

"forget! forget! forget! Damn it all to hell and forget me for listening to you bastards! This mission is horsestuff and my boot will go up *transmission garbled* that you won't be able to walk for a week!"

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[Qwepir]

Walter speeds up and begins to disengage from the area.
"Mjolnir 1-5, withdrawing from operation." 

"stuff, I thought I wouldn't make it out of there. Everyone, let's pull out."
Bell starts making a beeline for the carrier group in her incredibly crippled plane.

Jaakko's heart jumps as Bell exits the gun through a fireball. He is immediately worried that her aircraft will not make it out of the combat zone, but it seems to handle alright for now.
"Let's go, let's go," he repeats anxiously.

"Snowman, egressing," Lorens calls out. He intercepts the course leading to the carrier and increases power for maximum dry thrust.

Tippy seeing the odds are far too much against them, continues course to retreat, but not without bashing a hard metal surface with her fist several times and leaving her comms open for everyone to hear.
"forget! forget! forget! Damn it all to hell and forget me for listening to you bastards! This mission is horsestuff and my boot will go up *transmission garbled* that you won't be able to walk for a week!"

The Imperial planes pursue Mjolnir out to sea, slowly but surely closing the distance. Before they close to weapons range against the slowest planes in the unit however, the surviving two Starvipers dive on the enemy formation and strafe the lead plane, leading half of the enemy unit on a wild goose chase into the upper atmosphere and causing the remaining planes to pursue less aggressively until they finally turn back.

Faw continues to dart towards the building, occasionally moving erratically to throw off the enemy's aim.

Imperial Soldier Ballistics Skill 35
Aim provides bonus of 10
Semi Auto Burst provides no bonus or penalty
Running target provides penalty of 20
Test taken at 35
Roll: 86 - failure
One round whips past your head with a loud crack while two more kick up dirt in front of you. You draw nearer to the building and see one of the Aesthian commandos crouched in the doorway observing your approach. He turns to one of his comrades inside the building and gestures in your direction as if to say "are you seeing this stuff", and another helmeted head peeks out the door to watch your mad dash.

[ZombiLoin]

Faw continues to make a mad dash towards the building.

[Qwepir]

Faw continues to make a mad dash towards the building.

Imperial Soldier Ballistics Skill 35
Aim provides bonus of 10
Semi Auto Burst provides no bonus or penalty
Running target provides penalty of 20
Test taken at 35
Roll: 36 - failure
Three more rounds snap past you, one coming dangerously close to your head, before you reach the relative safety of the building the commandos are residing in. The one standing by the door gives you a congratulatory thump on the back while the one crouching returns fire on the infantry outside.
: Ha-ha! Nice moves out there! Hope you didn't come us for a rescue though!

Up this close you notice the patch on the man's shoulder. An artist's interpretation of a member of the Faceless Horde charges forward brandishing a halberd, bordered by the text "I'M ALREADY HOME" along the top and "DEATH IS JUST A FORMALITY" on the bottom. Looking around the interior of the building, you see a motionless, bullet-riddled suit of power armor pinning one of the other commandos to the wall by the waist via its hydraulic claw, its victim's lower half sitting on the floor beneath it. The bodies of several of the buildings' staff still lay in their seats, obviously taken by surprise during the breach. In the back of the room, a third commando covers a doorway leading underground, and the fourth is currently seeing to the fifth's wounds.
: So, you armed?

[ZombiLoin]

: So, you armed?

Faw dusts himself off before drawing his pistol out of it's holster and brandishing it like a prized watch.

"Yeah, I guess."

[Qwepir]

Faw dusts himself off before drawing his pistol out of it's holster and brandishing it like a prized watch.

"Yeah, I guess."

The man, who you now see has a nametag simply reading "ANAR", looks at the gun and tilts his head. He then is overcome by a fit of raucous laughter.
: Bogi!
: Sir?
: Give him Reior's kit. He won't be needing it.

The wounded commando gathers the dead one's stuff and brings it to Faw.
Faw receives:

Full Heavy Ballistic Armor (damaged chestpiece)
Tactical Webbing
Mercanan SCAR with grenade launcher and laser sight
4x 20-round .450 hardpoint magazines
4x Rifle Grenades (Frag)
4x Rifle Grenades (Krak)
Communicator

: Get changed fast, we're gonna go deeper in and see what more we can break.

[ZombiLoin]

The wounded commando gathers the dead one's stuff and brings it to Faw.
Faw receives:: Get changed fast, we're gonna go deeper in and see what more we can break.

Faw quickly gets to work, replacing his pilot's armor with the dead soldiers breastplate and fastening the greaves and arm guards to his body. He clips the chest rig to his body armor, making sure it's safely secured to his person before stuffing the pockets full of ammo and grenades. Finally, he takes off his pilot's helmet and puts on the dead soldier's headpiece.

Faw hesitates for a second after getting suited up. He takes a deep breath, drawing the smoky, acrid air of the battlefield into his lungs and pushing his gut out. He takes a look at the mutilated soldier pinned to the wall, and exhales slowly. He then speaks.

"Alright." He stops for a second and picks up the rifle. "Let's go."

[Qwepir]

Faw quickly gets to work, replacing his pilot's armor with the dead soldiers breastplate and fastening the greaves and arm guards to his body. He clips the chest rig to his body armor, making sure it's safely secured to his person before stuffing the pockets full of ammo and grenades. Finally, he takes off his pilot's helmet and puts on the dead soldier's headpiece.

Faw hesitates for a second after getting suited up. He takes a deep breath, drawing the smoky, acrid air of the battlefield into his lungs and pushing his gut out. He takes a look at the mutilated soldier pinned to the wall, and exhales slowly. He then speaks.

"Alright." He stops for a second and picks up the rifle. "Let's go."

: A word of warning. Don't ever fire that thing on full-auto unless there's a tin man less than 10 meters away. Got it? Good.

With that out of the way, he begins barking orders to his subordinates.
: Alright men, Blom and Hamar are gonna make sure nobody comes after us while we head downstairs. Get that grenade launcher loaded with AP in case we encounter any surprise-

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. A glowing jet of metal punches through the wall and then through MCPO Anar's midsection, leaving him with an exit wound the size of a basketball through which his guts are all too happy to jump out of. He doesn't even react, just tips over and lands flat on his face with all the grace of a falling tree. The commando in the doorway watches this unfold, then springs into action.
: forget that!

All the other Aesthian soldiers run for the tunnel access at the back of the room.

[ZombiLoin]

"stuff!" Faw books it to the tunnel, leaving a dust trail in his wake.

[Qwepir]

"stuff!" Faw books it to the tunnel, leaving a dust trail in his wake.

You are now in a moderately sized entry room at the bottom of the stairs. It has three sturdy-looking blast doors (not counting the one you just came through, one on each wall. One of the doors is open, and what you can see beyond is a wide, hemispherical concrete tunnel, dimly lit by orange-tinged incandescent lighting. One of the commandos is grappling with an armed Helian robot, pinning it against a wall; while another is blind-firing down the hallway with an appropriated Imperial service rifle (old model). There is signage above each of the doors, but Faw can't read Gothic.

[ZombiLoin]

Faw quickly checks his rifle to make sure it's loaded and ready to fire, and then charges towards the pinned Helian robot and push it further towards the wall. Faw tries to jam the muzzle of his rifle up into it's guts. Or where it's guts would be.

[Qwepir]

Faw quickly checks his rifle to make sure it's loaded and ready to fire, and then charges towards the pinned Helian robot and push it further towards the wall. Faw tries to jam the muzzle of his rifle up into it's guts. Or where it's guts would be.

HCU STR 40
PO3 Bogi STR 41
HCU Roll: 54 - failure
Bogi Roll: 41 - success
The commando keeps the robot pinned.
: Shoot it! Shoot it!

[ZombiLoin]

Faw shoulders into the robot and starts to slam down on the trigger repeatedly, pumping rounds into the Helian drone. (semi-auto burst)

[Qwepir]

Faw shoulders into the robot and starts to slam down on the trigger repeatedly, pumping rounds into the Helian drone. (semi-auto burst)

Modded SCAR damage = 1d10+4: Rolled 8, 8, 4
12, 12, 8 damage
Combat automaton's Toughness Bonus 5
Machine trait provides 2 AP
SCAR ignores 4 AP
Total Damage Reduction: 5
Combat automaton takes 17 damage
HP Remaining -5/17
The machine spasms and goes limp in the Aesthian's arms.
: Nice! Now c'mon, you-

PO3 Bogi STR 41
Roll: 17 - success by 3 degrees
He begins using the robot as a "human" shield and carts it over to the entryway, where he begins attempting to direct the robot's gun wielding arm down the hallway with one arm.

[ZombiLoin]

Faw loads a HE grenade into the underslung grenade launcher and follows closely behind Bogi.