OOC:

Guys/Girls  I'm sorry but I am not going to be able to attend these sessions for a while.

I wish to let you know right now.

I am leaving for basic training for the US Army, and Today is my last day with Computer access for a while, So I thank you for all the Fun times and wish I could stay longer.

However I was very surprised when I signed up that I had only a week until I had to board the plane and as you can imagine alot of it was getting everything in order. So this was the Last thing I had to do before I headed out. Again I am sorry for just up and quitting like this.

Signed, Hopefully future health care specialist (Medic)

thehitman4u

 BTW Doc is based on one of my D20 characters: After getting hit with a M2HB(7dmg) He Dived on a grenade (The GM rolled out Max Damage >18)  and saved his Squad,, I really missed him

 He was Only Level 3 Dedicated Hero (16hp), Alas the medics always die early.

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"If you fudge dice rolls, your system is failing you!" -Sons of Kryos

"I genuinely think that some people measure their free will by reading how unhappy their GM is." - TonyLB

[dice type=fudge]3dF[/dice]

Tackling the alien to the ground, Monsignor rips off two of its arms off while kneeling on the still attached limbs. In a berzerker state of mind, Monsignor then proceeds to shove the arms straight down the alien's throat. Placing his hands on either side of the creature's head, the Corporal twists its head around sharply, a sickening crack sounding. Not stopping there, Monsignor rips the alien's head off, blood spurting from 3 stumps.

The head will make a nice trophey.

((Edit: Have Monsignor attack another creature.))

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"Ye canna shove yer Granny aff a bus."

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"If you fudge dice rolls, your system is failing you!" -Sons of Kryos

"I genuinely think that some people measure their free will by reading how unhappy their GM is." - TonyLB

[dice type=fudge]3dF[/dice]

Jet holds his ground, his slug thrower belching fire as he slowly and surely drops the things one at a time, waiting for a clean shot before spliting there skulls and letting there blue brains spill on the ground, noting how the earth is rapidly being staning red and fuschia with blood, human and other.

Attack

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

Aliens (AA 7): 10
Monsignor (FA 7): 9
Jet (FA 5): 10

Well, everybody failed.  This is just color then...  Aliens, Jet, then Monsignor.

The aliens just keep pouring out of the mist.  Troopers on the outside manage to shoot down a few of them, but many more leap upon the troopers, hacking futiley at their armor.  However, a few troopers are so overwhelmed by the voices in their heads that they take shots at their own men!  Also, the aliens howl some ungodlly noise as they attack, perhaps it's what passes for a curse, or a battlecry in their alien minds.

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"If you fudge dice rolls, your system is failing you!" -Sons of Kryos

"I genuinely think that some people measure their free will by reading how unhappy their GM is." - TonyLB

[dice type=fudge]3dF[/dice]

Jet is slamed in the chest by a running trooper or three as he sttempts to get a clear shot. He goes down with a crash that is heard over the screaming, and slowly drags himself back to his feat.

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

In a blur, the cat-like monster of a being guarded against Monsignor's attack. The Corporal was sent flying backwards, with little to no harm done to the man. It did hurt his pride though. Nonetheless, Monsignor picked himself back up, intent on trying the assault once more.

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"Ye canna shove yer Granny aff a bus."

Aliens (AA 7): 8 (FAIL)
Monsignor (FA 7): 5 (Hand-to-Hand) 1 KILL
Jet (FA 5): 5 (Slug Rifle) 1 KILL

OOC

Lucky!  Monsignor describe your 1 kill, then Jet describe your 1 kill.  Those will be the last of them.  The other aliens were cleaned up by the remaining troopers.

For the record, I've used up 4 of my 10 Threat Tokens, so this mission is almost half done.

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"If you fudge dice rolls, your system is failing you!" -Sons of Kryos

"I genuinely think that some people measure their free will by reading how unhappy their GM is." - TonyLB

[dice type=fudge]3dF[/dice]

Finally getting his aim, Jet slowly draws a bead on an important looking alien, His towering form allowing him to aim over other troopers, is feet sinking deep into earth made soft with blood. He fires, the crack of his rifle heard only to him, the burst of fire lost amid a thousand of its companions, the bullet, however was felt only by the poor wretch who's skull it just split.

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

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"If you fudge dice rolls, your system is failing you!" -Sons of Kryos

"I genuinely think that some people measure their free will by reading how unhappy their GM is." - TonyLB

[dice type=fudge]3dF[/dice]

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

The rapid pounding inside of Monsignor's chest was mind numbing. Heat seemed to be emanating profusely underneath his protective Mandelbrite armor. Slicked with sweat and grime, he throws a right hook at the fiend's side, smoothly transitioning into an uppercut with his left fist. Still on its feet, the alien attacks back, reaching out with its claws to shred at Monsignor.

Feet planted firmly, Monsignor pulls a striking limb towards himself, bringing the battling duo closer together. In a final rush, he swings an arm around its neck, with the other hand tightly gripping the thing's jaws, and snapped its spine with a quick twist. The alien made a glutteral sound which ended abruptly, sinking to the Corporal's feet.

With a sigh of relief, he stares curiously at the fallen thing...

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"Ye canna shove yer Granny aff a bus."

 

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"If you fudge dice rolls, your system is failing you!" -Sons of Kryos

"I genuinely think that some people measure their free will by reading how unhappy their GM is." - TonyLB

[dice type=fudge]3dF[/dice]

I'm going to grab the radio and look for the highest ranking officer nearby.

Into the radio: "This is Trooper Murdock, Sergant Doc is incapacitated, I am transferring communication to the highest ranking survivor." *runs up to Corporal Monsignor and hands him the radio*

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.