Well this is earlier in the day than expected...

Help the rookie and make a fighting retreat. No stealth left so might as well do it rather than charge into an unknown number of fresh hostiles.

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>>29430930
>[ ]Help the rookie.
If he dies here we won't be able to loot him

>[ ]Fighting retreat. Lay covering fire and leapfrog away. Don't give them an easy time if they try to pursue.
until our ammo gets low, then we just fucking leg it

Help the rookie. We're still trying to be nice, aren't we? Go for the fighting retreat, we have a big team right now, they just need to realize they can't touch us and they should forget their loot. If they don't give up, try to capture one for interrogation.

>>29430930
You can see a lot of movement, hostiles spreading out to attack you over a wide area around the station, as well as through it. You're definitely outnumbered, but they're attacking through an area with not a fantastic amount of cover while you're the only member of your team not hunkered down and firing back.

One bandit tries to make a run along the road next to the gas station straight towards you, but is taken clean off his feet when he's met by a hail of bullets, a delighted squeal of "Got one~!" from Kris, already in position on the ridge.

You reach down with your left hand to grab the rookie's arm, whilst raising the looted pistol towards the gas station with your right. The rookie looks up at you with something verging on complete disbelief as you haul him back to his feet while firing off rounds at the doorway housing the shocked red bandit, trying to keep his head down.

[DC 12(18) Shooty check]
>a 12 gets the result you need. 18 gets the result you're aiming for

Rolled 1

>>29431134
I brought this up in a previous thread, but without much response so I'll bring it up again. I think we should seriously consider keeping the name Giltinè, at least when dealing with most other stalkers. It has a lot of fear associated with it, but it is a powerful legend, and there's no reason we can't reclaim it and turn it from a force of indiscriminate death and destruction to, well, discriminate death and destruction.

>>29431189
Fuck, that's not at all how I wanted to be stating my case.

>>29431134
We need to be the shootiest as well as the stabbiest!

Rolled 3

>>29431216
And I need to remember my dice!

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Rolled 86, 54, 13, 24 = 177

>>29431195
>That's OK, anon. At least people will notice you.

>>29431189
>>29431225
And not even a 20 can save us now. Someone roll anyway because 3 rolls.

Rolled 13

>>29431253
I may as well

>>29431134
heres hoping we don't die

>>29431297
Nah, Kaleun doesn't kill you over a bad roll. At least he hasn't in the past. It's probably going to be pretty bad for us, but there'll be a way to recover.

Rolled 6

>>29431325
as long as we don't get shot in the upper right arm for the 60th time, and we don't get kidnapped again, i'll be happy

>>29431356
>With an 86/54 damage roll? You wish it was your upper right arm...

>>29431356
Anon, getting kidnapped is what happens when things go well. That's pretty much a good day. A bad day is when nobody wants you.

>>29431134
Your shots go wide as you try to fire on the move. So wide, in fact, that the man you're trying to suppress regains his senses, and takes careful aim before firing at you from the doorway. The shots take you square in the chest, punching clean through your armor vest. You feel more than hear the crunching sound as they meet your ribs, before you crash back into the soft earth. You idly wonder if it's that thing called adrenaline, as you realize that it doesn't actually hurt.
The rookie, to his credit, reacts instantly, reaching down to try and haul you back up in turn, until another round finds its mark and blows through his arm. He screams in pain as his arm goes limp, going down to his knees.

You can hear the gunfire building on the ridge behind you, turning into a furious storm as your allies fire everything they have trying to help you out. You can't see how effective their shots are though, as your entire being is focused on the man who just shot you, and his comrade who has just moved up beside the building to also aim straight at you.

The only cover anywhere is a small clump of rocks on the side of the road between you and them. It's your only chance.

[DC 15 MOVE check]

Rolled 10

>>29431395
Fingers crossed.

Rolled 14

>>29431395
RUN BITCH RUN

Rolled 2

>>29431395
OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

>>29431395
>>29431412
>>29431423
>>29431466
Is this what being a hero feels like, daddy?

Rolled 13

>>29431484
yes, it is painful and not very rewarding, we should not be a hero often, especially for rookies

>>29431395
>>29431412
>>29431423
>>29431466

You roll to one side as the next burst of gunfire tries to finish you off on the ground, then throw your weight into the kneeling rookie, trying to shove him with you into cover. You both tumble together into the rocky outcrop as yet more rounds go flying overhead.

You cough, struggling to get air into your lungs. The rookie hasn't moved since you hit the ground together. "Hey. Hey, you okay? Hey, mister!" You wheeze as you roll the lad over, trying to get a response, only to find a pair of lifeless eyes staring back up at you, a few tidy little holes through his chest, soaking his jacket in blood.

Damnit! What did you get all shot up for if he was just gonna go ahead and just die like this?
You slump back against the rock, and just wait. You're pretty much completely pinned down now, bullets continuously chipping flecks of rock above you as more bandits spread to either side of your cover. The gunfire from the ridge hasn't stopped, but its no longer a furious hail, just a few scattered shots while a brutal storm is thrown back the other way.

"OI, BITCH! ANTON SAYS HI!" You idly look back over the rock to see what the commotion is, and see something small and black falling straight towards you.

[DC 12 Catch! check]

Rolled 9

>>29431595
FUCK YOU ANTON

Rolled 11

>>29431595
Wait a minute. I know it's the same mercs, but they're seriously throwing all of this at us just for revenge? Would've figured they'd at least have a contract or something going to get this riled up. We must be really annoying.

Rolled 6

>>29431595

>>29431620
>>29431641
>>29431644
Today is not a good day, anons. Today is not a good day.

Rolled 20

>>29431595
Inb4 1

Rolled 15

>>29431662
oh for fucks sake, where were you 2 minutes ago

today is not a good day at all, today is a fucking shit day

First our armor does nothing and now we're probably bleeding into a perforated lung, then the guy we got shot trying to save does the shitty thing and dies, and now we're going to explode

so much for the legend of Giltine.

>>29431595
>>29431620
>>29431641
>>29431644
The thing is coming straight down at you, so it's only natural that you'd hold your hand out and catch it. You stare at it for a few moments, before it sinks in that you're holding a live grande. With a squeak, you toss it away from yourself back towards its owners and duck behind the rock. It's barely cleared the rock before it detonates, spraying your position with shrapnel. Nothing hits you though, that you can feel at least.
Well, this is turning out to be a great day.

"OH," comes the voice again, "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE?!"

A few moments of silence, even the gunfire ceasing momentarily, "IF THAT's HOW YOU'RE GONNA PLAY IT," a chorus of clicking. And then the sky is filled with little black balls.

[D20 I'M GILTINE, BITCH]

Rolled 10

>>29431757
DC20 or D20?

Either way we're fucked and the dice want us dead

Rolled 20

>>29431757
We can do this. Please dice, let us do this.

>>29431757
>[D20 I'M GILTINE, BITCH]
DC? if so, what the fuck are we meant to do?

Rolled 2

>>29431757
Now i am sure i will get 1

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>>29431772
>Oh crap, I just realized I never explained that mechanic.

>A [DC XX "thing" check] Is a d20 pass/fail check against your stats
>[D20 "thing"] Is not failable, only degrees of success

>>29431773
Well, be right back guys, gotta go fulfill my end of the bargain.

>>29431793
ah right then

>[D20 "thing"] Is not failable, only degrees of success
>>29431773
well we sure did fucking succeed

>>29431796
let us know how you whored yourself out to the dice gods, because I want that ability

>>29431757
>>29431773

Right. That's it. You've had enough. First, he calls you a bitch, now this?
"DIE?" you scream back, as the balls fall around you. "DIE? ME?! I'M MOTHERFUCKING GILTINE, BITCH!"
One of the grenades plinks off the rock, rising again to a perfect level directly in front of you. You put as much power into the spin as you can muster, and kick it hard. It sails straight over the fence back into the gas station. You don't have time to wait to see what it does though, as five more grenades land on your position. You've got seconds to live, and in those seconds you see your way out.

A groove in the land, a tiny scar starting just down the road from you, increasing in size as it stretches around the hill to become a gaping chasm underneath the gas station.
Two men have apparently been using it for cover, though one of them no longer has a face and is slumped back in the trench and the other is still recovering from having thrown his grenade at you. You hurl yourself down the hill, tumbling through the air towards him. He gives a cry as you crash into him, both of you smashing into the ground. You ignore him though, pulling yourself back up and sprinting towards the chasm. With one more exertion, you leap into the hole as the world is filled with noise, the grenades going off behind you (and in the gas station).

>something came up, brb 20 minutes. Sorry.

>>29431901
>A groove in the land, a tiny scar starting just down the road from you, increasing in size as it stretches around the hill to become a gaping chasm underneath the gas station.
Oh god oh god oh god, I hope its not the scar or a snork nest

take your time OP

>>29431968
Its the snork nest

>>29432003
well heres hoping we link back up with our new friends once we get out of this hellhole

>>29431824
Sorry, can't tell. Blue board.

>>29432134
Link a pastebin.

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>Call from the mother, her car's out and she needs a lift.
>On the way back, almost get side-swiped by a speeding truck
>Only thought through my head was "Loli STALKER can't end like this..."

Alright, so where was I?

>>29432332
Good man.

We just fell into the Snork Nest.

>>29431901
It's a long drop to the bottom of the chasm, but fortunately there are plenty of little formations of rock jutting from the walls which break your fall (and a few of your ribs) multiple times on the way down. You roll pretty much clean across the entire length of the chasm on your way down, eventually crashing into the roof of an abandoned car, which appears to have fallen into this crack in the land whenever it opened, what with how its front bumper is pitched deep into the ground, and the rear bumper is resting steady against the back wall at a near 45 degree angle. As you finally slide to a stop on its bonnet, you take a good few moments to catch your breath and asses the damage. Well, you try and catch your breath: it's coming in shallower and more painful wheezes, and almost feels as if you're not breathing at all. You're really struggling to suck in anything at all despite the quite heavy heaves your chest is giving.

As you remain, staring up at the sky, you can hear distant voices of the men cursing and asking where you've gone. The gunfire has ceased entirely, so presumably your team has left you for dead and left already.
Well, good. At least they're safe, right?
A couple of faces appear to be peeking over the edge, and calling that they've found you. Just as they appear to be taking aim to finish you off, however, a rolling thunderclap fills the air. All the faces jerk to look up into the sky. A few more shouts, almost panicked this time, and the faces about-turn and disappear from view. The sky almost seems to be turning red above you. The rolling thunder doesn't seem to have stopped. You could almost swear you can hear an air raid siren sounding in the distance. With each passing heartbeat, the thunder seems to be getting louder and the sky a darker red.

>>29432536
You pull your eyes away from the site to asses your own surroundings, and find yourself at the bottom of a rock cavern, with as far as you can tell only one way out: a small cave-like tunnel leading God-knows where.

Your impromptu rest break seems to have drained your adrenaline now, as you can finally feel the pain of the many scrapes and bruises from you fall, as well as the mind-numbing pain from your ribs, and the stabbing sensation in your chest.

[ ]Just wait here. You're tired. See who finds you first, Death or your friends.
[ ]Push yourself on through the caves. Get out and find help.

Also,
[ ]See if there's anything in the medical bag that could help with the pain.
[ ]Wait until you can find someone who knows what they're doing.

>>29432549
ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck Blowout means we don't want to get out of cover
>[ ]Just wait here. You're tired. See who finds you first, Death or your friends.

>[ ]See if there's anything in the medical bag that could help with the pain.

>>29432549
>[x]Push yourself on through the caves. Get out and find help.
>[x]See if there's anything in the medical bag that could help with the pain.

>>29432549
>[ ]Push yourself on through the caves. Get out and find help.
and
[ ]Wait until you can find someone who knows what they're doing.
We don't want to get a morphine addiction.

>>29432549
[X]Push yourself on through the caves. Get out and find help.

[X]See if there's anything in the medical bag that could help with the pain.

>>29432332
Priorities
You have them right

Good to year you didn't die on a horrible fiery crash though, that would suck

>>29432549
Push through the caves

Look for something to stop us dying

>>29432549
You rummage about inside the bag to see what you have available. The vast majority, you have no idea what it is or supposed to do and you ignore it. A small collection of items, though, you bring to the front. You're not certain of what they do, but they look like the sorts of things you've seen on TV, or been treated with in the past.

There's a box of pills that you'd recognize anywhere, standard over-the-counter pain relief. It'd take ten minutes at least before they kicked in, and basically do nothing for you bar dulling some of the aches. Other than that, there's also a pair of medication injectors and a bag of some sort of powder. The first needle is white capped with red, and the writing on it is vaguely familiar-looking, but it's in western text so you can't read it. You've seen these sorts of things in the war movies, the stuff they give to the guys with horrible gunshot wounds. A glance down at your own chest reveals a definite excuse for you to use it on yourself right about now. There's also an ampule filled with a clear liquid, blue capped with yellow. You've seen stuff like this used on people who are literally just about to die in TV shows, and they usually stabilize pretty well after that.
The bag of powder has a hand-written label on it, but it's been badly smudged by your bloody fingers. You can just about make out the scrawled "TACTICAL C-", and some instructions on how to use it. They seem to suggest that right about now would be the ideal time to take it.

[ ]Pop some pills like a boss.
[ ]Take the red drugs.
[ ]Take the blue drugs.
[ ]Go TACTICAL.

>>29432817
>[x]Pop some pills like a boss.
Best to stick with what we know

>>29432817
[x] Go TACTICOOL

>>29432817
>[ ]Pop some pills like a boss.

>>29432817
>[ ]Go TACTICAL.

take the Tactical Cocaine

>>29432817
Pills

>>29432817
>[ ]Pop some pills like a boss.
&
>[ ]Take the red drugs.

>>29432817
>[ ]Pop some pills like a boss.
>[ ]Go TACTICAL.

>Looks like sticking to pills and just pills is winning. Alright, writing.

>>29432817
[X] take ALL THE DRUGS

we doomloli now, all we need ia a motorbike ( or our pig back )

>>29433059
KEKEKEKEKKEKEKE

> She does cocaine. Thats all we know

>>29433059
>Faster than a Blowout
>Terrifying scream
>She's fueled by coke and chocolate
>She is Daemon and Giltine
>She's the Daemon Loli
>Breathing coke and fire
>Summoned by the zone she is nigh

>>29432817
Well, you know the pills. You've had them before. They might suck, but at least they won't kill you if you get them wrong. You pop a couple into your mouth and try your best to swallow them. You don't have anything to chase them down with, so it takes a few attempts to get them past your gag reflex. They're quite big pills for a small mouth. They're not going to do anything for you for quite some time, though, and you need to get moving. Reluctantly, you pull the bag back onto your back and drag yourself into an upright position. A jabbing ache in your lower stomach as you do so alerts you to a quickly swelling bruise, and the absence of your trusty pistol from your pants. It must've fallen out on your rather rough decent. At least you still have your newest looted weapon firmly in your grasp.

Staring into the mouth of the cave, it's very apparent that you can barely see ten feet inside before the darkness prevails. A thin layer of fog blankets the floor, which will make any sort of progress tough over difficult footing.
You still have your torch handy on your headband, but lighting it up would definitely alert anyone or anything that might be in there to your presence.

[ ]Switch it on. Don't want a sprained ankle.
[ ]Leave it off, slow is safer.

>>29433170
[ ]Leave it off, slow is safer.

>>29433170
>[ ]Leave it off, slow is safer.
I doubt we can move very fast anyways.

>>29433170
>[ ]Leave it off, slow is safer.

>>29433170
>[ ]Leave it off, slow is safer.
Go very slowly.

>>29433170
With no idea what may or may not be waiting in the dark, your instincts scream at you to leave your lamp off. You take a few unsteady steps into the maw of the cave, just as the storm above seems to be reaching its climax, the air being filled with fire-like light. The noise and light are shut off from you pretty fast as you breach the mouth, though, and you're left fumbling in the dark for anything that could guide your way. After the first time you stumble and almost topple over, you decide it would be best to simply stick to the ground. On your hands and knees, you crawl through the darkness, attempting to follow the line of the wall to keep some sort of direction. After a few dozen meters, the ground slopes downwards. With no other prompt, you follow the curvature deeper into the earth. Somewhat further in, you stumble into a dead end, and have to trace the wall back until you find another, tiny tunnel that you'd missed the first pass. With no other obvious way out, you pull yourself in and crawl through it. It's a struggle. Between your labored breathing and the excess of kit on your back, you really have to push yourself to get through to the other side, another larger cavern judging by the way the air gives way and feels less thick on your face.

You're a good ten minutes or so into crawling about before you admit to yourself that you're completely lost. There is absolutely nothing in the darkness that would clue you in to where you need to go. This trip is definitely taking its toll, and you can feel your mind start to grow fuzzy at the serious lack of oxygen. It feels like you're drowning. As if you've been breathing half a mouthful of water with every breath for the last half hour.

You stop to lean against the wall, once again trying to catch your breath in a futile struggle.
As the quiet darkness settles about you, the fear starts to set in.

You're underground in the dark, battered and bleeding, drowning in the air. And lost.

>>29433444
As you sit, breathing growing more rapid though no less shallow as panic starts to set in, you hear a faint rustling of clothing, of flesh on rock, of something crawling along the tunnel you came in by. A low moaning fills the air. A smell of blood and rotting flesh fills your senses. It's close.

[ ]Flashlight, now. Kill it and get the hell out of here.
[ ]Stay put. Hope it goes away.

>>29433501
>[ ]Flashlight, now. Kill it and get the hell out of here.
KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT

>>29433501
>[ ]Flashlight, now. Kill it and get the hell out of here.

>>29433501
kill it kill it kill it

>>29433501
>[ ]Flashlight, now. Kill it and get the hell out of here.

>>29433501
[x]Stay put. Hope it goes away.
WE probably look, sound and even smell like a Snork right now.

>>29433501
I think it is time for some tactical cocaine and kill it

>>29433501
You can pinpoint the thing's location easily enough, by its ragged breathing and low moaning. Which means it, also, likely knows exactly where you are. It's pretty much directly in front of you, stopped at the mouth of the tunnel. You can almost feel its eyes boring into you despite the darkness. It's waiting for you to make a move.
Slowly as you can, not to disrupt this stalemate, you lift your pistol to aim at it, and reach for the switch on your torch.

The thing illuminated by your torch is a man. Or, was a man. Waring a gas mask whose pipe is swinging freely in the space before him, not connected to anything. The mask is pulled up to reveal his mouth full of bloody teeth more reminiscent of a carnivore than a man. The mask is far enough up that it seems the eyes of the ex-man are covered. There's no way he should be able to see from behind it. Then again, in a dark environment like this, who needs eyes? What flesh is visible under its ragged, dirty clothing is ripped, bloody, swollen, almost seems to be rotting alive. Its entire body tenses the moment the flashlight comes on, as if preparing to leap forward and devour you. And you're pretty sure it would, with little to no effort, with you in your current state. But that's moot.
Because the moment you flicked it on, you opened fire.

You squeeze off a round into his big, ugly face, making him reel back. Then squeeze another into his mouth with an invigorating amount of blood spraying out behind him; a few more into his chest for good measure result in a ear-splitting cry of pain from the thing as it topples forwards out of the tunnel. And then you keep on squeezing into the thing as it hits the ground, rolls to a stop, and continues to twitch only as your bullets enter its body.
You keep squeezing, even after your pistol runs dry.

>>29433781
Even after you know full well it's dead, and you can achieve no more. You keep squeezing the trigger. A small part of you knows it's the lack of oxygen to the brain. You're pretty much dead now. You keep squeezing. Your body has given up trying to move. You simply sit here, wheezing, keeping the torch fixed on the dead being as your pistols clicks empty at you cycle after cycle.

Even with the torch on, the world seems to be darkening. The only light in your vision is that reflected from the corpse before you.

Curiously, you think you can hear something. Someone calling for you. It's... Momma?
I'm... I'm here, Momma. Here in the dark. Please, Momma. I'm sorry. Please help me.
You can't even see the corpse any more. There's nothing but the dark. And she's there. Right there, in front of you. So close you could touch her.
She looks you up and down, concerned, before smiling forlornly at you. "What are we ever going to do with you, Loli?" she asks, in a voice that isn't hers. You tell her you're sorry, and that you'll never do it again, and she giggles at you, her reddy-pink hair bouncing with the motion.

Pink hair?

She holds something to your chest, and tells you to relax.
You feel something pierce the skin on your chest.
And you can breath.

>>29433881
Light returns to your vision, the world comes back into focus. Kris is kneeling before you, smiling happily about something, her hands on your chest. Looking down, you see she's holding some sort of hollow needle deep in your chest, her other hand on a valve seal on the end of the tube. It's merrily blowing air out of your chest cavity as it becomes steadily easier and easier to breath.
Once it stops its blowing, she closes the seal and beams at you even wider.

"Man, you really had us worried there! That blowout took us by surprise, too! When we finally managed to get down here, we just couldn't find you!"
Behind her, Vasilisa is passively scanning her torch around the cavern, watching all the entrances for any more visitors.

[ ]Ask what she just did.
[ ]Ask about the other rookie.
[ ]Tell her it's time to get out of here.
[ ]Rest for a bit.

>>29433950
>[ ]Rest for a bit.
Take some time to calm down and maybe small talk some to ease the tension.

>>29433950
>[ ]Tell her it's time to get out of here.
we don't want to be down here anymore, we can rest when we get out and find a safe place

>>29433950
[X]Rest for a bit.
"I'm tired. Questions later."

>>29433950
[X]Tell her it's time to get out of here

>>29433950
>[ ]Ask what she just did.

>>29433950
You tell Kris that you want to just sit here for a minute and catch your breath. She frowns at this. "That's no good, Loli! Can't be resting in a place like this! Ah, here, it's fine. You can rest." It's alost surreal the way her expression is always so bright, despite the situation. She fiddles with you stuff for a moment, before tossing the medical bag to Vasilisa. "Here, Vasa, carry this for me. I've got her." And without further ado, she lifts you up onto her back. "Hold on, we'll get you somewhere safe in no time!"

Vasilisa makes a noise of acknowledgement, and moves away into the shadows ahead, clearing the way before you.
Kris starts humming a song you can't quite identify as you drift into a restless sleep on her back.

[Part 13 End]

>>29434328
WOO, we didn't end dead o9r kidnapped, thats a win.

Good run OP, for a while the dice hated us, but it was intense and enjoyable.

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>Sorry guys, was meaning to go on for another 3 hours or so, but I've got a splitting headache that doesn't seem to want to go away.

>Maybe another thread during the week, definitely next thread next Saturday.

>Either way, thanks for the thread, see you again next time!

>>29434373
Well thanks for the thread anyways :D hope you get well soon.

>>29434373
OP, I'm glad its ending here, its just after 4am in my part of the world, good run, I'm looking forward to the next.

I believe this quest to be tragic story about loss of innocence.

>>29434597
Except we were never really innocent xD

>>29434393
>>29434696

Go away.

>>29434696
>xD
>>29434393
>:D

Man, is this really what /tg/ has come to?

>>29434742
Well I wrote both of those so it's probably only me...

>>29434769
Then lurk the fuck more

>>29434779
Just ignore it and it will go away

>>29434830
They tried that with /v/ and /co/, and we all know how that ended