Re: Ambush at Station 44-Delta (Turn 7 Posted)
Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 8:50 pm
TURN 8
Space Orks:
Filled with frothing frenzy at the sight of slain peaches returning to the field, Garhoff uses his heroic feat to move first before everyone else. I went with it because why the hell not. He charges the medibot and freshly-revived peach heavy in a rage.
....Buuuuut he critfails his attack and falls on his face. embarrassing.
Space Fuckers:
Only three fuckers survive. Vyala and the last grunt fucker join Schlanger atop the helipad. The grunt fucker shoots and misses.
Raiders:
The two raiders attack the peach scouts, but miss.
Hot Shot Harry digs out a ballistic bolt.
He impales Lt. Jess. "Raider...scum..." Jess coughs.
"I'll be taking that trike, thank'ee missy," says Harry.
Cyborgs:
Dr. Korgo attempts to hijack Schlanger's flight suit, but he doesn't have any long-range networking abilities to hack in. [Feat Failed]
Korgo and his cyborg buddy shoot at Schlanger, but he survives.
Space Orks (again):
The chainstaff heavy picks himself up.
The assault orks shoot at the trike, and it explodes, killing one peach scout and disrupting Hot Shot Harry (again).
Peach Mercs:
Counter fire takes out one ork.
This guy was supposed to pick up the RPG and shoot Gorhaff, but since Gorhaff was lying right at his feet... he decided to take a safer route. Gorhaff's armor keeps him alive, though
Healbot keeps doing his thing.
Another flawless success! A second peach trooper rises and shakes the fog from his head.
BUT THEN....
WHOOSH!!
A voice speaks unexpectedly into Schlanger's helmet mic: "Sup Space Fuckwads, the cavalry has arrived."
It's Space Heroine Ashley Bruste in her famous Albatross! She's come in response to the Space Fucker's call for reinforcements wayyy back in turn 4.
The Albatross lands on the helipad.
The engines power down and the hatch opens.
"Saved your ass again it looks like, James," Ashley says.
"I had things under control, kiddo," James replies.
"Under control like your mom at a McStarnolds!" calls Ashley's sidekick, Sophie. "Oh hey look, your alien sex doll survived too."
"Just shut up and get us off this shitty planet," James says.
"Climb in. This time's going to cost you."
"Shit, it's a tight squeeze. How do you keep it so tight, I know you've had a lot of big guys up in here."
"That's a woman's secret."
"Sorry, no room."
"WHAT??"
The hatch closes with a pneumatic hiss, leaving the last surviving grunt fucker out on the landing pad alone.
"Let's get out of here! This planet sucks!"
"...I'll remember this," the grunt fucker whispers.
The Space Fuckers have left the building! However it's still up in the air who will finally seize control of the facility! Everyone send in orders for the FINAL TURN!
OVERWATCHES:
KILL TABLE:
Space Fuckers: 18, and 11 KIA (last man standing!)
Peach Mercs: 11, and 19 KIA
Cyborgs: 6, and 4 KIA
Raiders: 5, and 5 KIA
Space Orks: 3, and 4 KIA
FINAL ORDERS are due Saturday the 4th at midnight!
Space Orks:
Filled with frothing frenzy at the sight of slain peaches returning to the field, Garhoff uses his heroic feat to move first before everyone else. I went with it because why the hell not. He charges the medibot and freshly-revived peach heavy in a rage.
....Buuuuut he critfails his attack and falls on his face. embarrassing.
Space Fuckers:
Only three fuckers survive. Vyala and the last grunt fucker join Schlanger atop the helipad. The grunt fucker shoots and misses.
Raiders:
The two raiders attack the peach scouts, but miss.
Hot Shot Harry digs out a ballistic bolt.
He impales Lt. Jess. "Raider...scum..." Jess coughs.
"I'll be taking that trike, thank'ee missy," says Harry.
Cyborgs:
Dr. Korgo attempts to hijack Schlanger's flight suit, but he doesn't have any long-range networking abilities to hack in. [Feat Failed]
Korgo and his cyborg buddy shoot at Schlanger, but he survives.
Space Orks (again):
The chainstaff heavy picks himself up.
The assault orks shoot at the trike, and it explodes, killing one peach scout and disrupting Hot Shot Harry (again).
Peach Mercs:
Counter fire takes out one ork.
This guy was supposed to pick up the RPG and shoot Gorhaff, but since Gorhaff was lying right at his feet... he decided to take a safer route. Gorhaff's armor keeps him alive, though
Healbot keeps doing his thing.
Another flawless success! A second peach trooper rises and shakes the fog from his head.
BUT THEN....
WHOOSH!!
A voice speaks unexpectedly into Schlanger's helmet mic: "Sup Space Fuckwads, the cavalry has arrived."
It's Space Heroine Ashley Bruste in her famous Albatross! She's come in response to the Space Fucker's call for reinforcements wayyy back in turn 4.
The Albatross lands on the helipad.
The engines power down and the hatch opens.
"Saved your ass again it looks like, James," Ashley says.
"I had things under control, kiddo," James replies.
"Under control like your mom at a McStarnolds!" calls Ashley's sidekick, Sophie. "Oh hey look, your alien sex doll survived too."
"Just shut up and get us off this shitty planet," James says.
"Climb in. This time's going to cost you."
"Shit, it's a tight squeeze. How do you keep it so tight, I know you've had a lot of big guys up in here."
"That's a woman's secret."
"Sorry, no room."
"WHAT??"
The hatch closes with a pneumatic hiss, leaving the last surviving grunt fucker out on the landing pad alone.
"Let's get out of here! This planet sucks!"
"...I'll remember this," the grunt fucker whispers.
The Space Fuckers have left the building! However it's still up in the air who will finally seize control of the facility! Everyone send in orders for the FINAL TURN!
OVERWATCHES:
KILL TABLE:
Space Fuckers: 18, and 11 KIA (last man standing!)
Peach Mercs: 11, and 19 KIA
Cyborgs: 6, and 4 KIA
Raiders: 5, and 5 KIA
Space Orks: 3, and 4 KIA
FINAL ORDERS are due Saturday the 4th at midnight!