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>>164475"Try not to get shot anymore, okay?"
>>164476“Uh, yeah. I’ll try.” He says, looking past Silver.
>>164477Silver looks back at the doorway.
"They are watching like hawks. Anypony who pokes their head out will no longer have head."
>>164478[1d2 = 1]Spectral Streak replies,
“Yeah, it’s an obvious ambush point. They wanted to wait at the door, but they drew back a little further when that didn’t work out.”
>>164479"Blindfire around corner might be only option, but it will definitely waste ammo."
>>164480From above, the sound of a door opening, and stomping out
>>164481Silver readies his Jenny rifle in response, and aims up.
>>164483>>164484From above, Silver hears a
Cla cla cla cla cla cla cla cla[1d20 = 6][1d20 = 14][1d20 = 9][1d20 = 8][1d20 = 16][1d20 = 20][1d20 = 4][1d20 = 1] >>164485The creature seems to be blind firing, placing a black gun over the railing and aiming down, moving the barrel around. The stairs above them seem to absorb some of the shots, and some fall short, while a few hit the stairs right next to Silver, Streak, and the Salmon pony. But one seems to hit Spectral Streak, who recoils in pain.
Silver’s turn
[1d20+10 = (13+10) = 23][1d20+10 = (6+10) = 16]>>164486Silver double taps his Jenny's trigger as he aims up towards the changeling.
>>164487Silver looks up, and locates the creature, a black drone holding a black rifle and leaning over the railing. The first shot goes high, and hits the wall above and behind the creature. But the second shot hits.
>>164489Silver seems to harm it, though it’s hard to say how.
Spectral streak aims up, and lets out two shots of his own.
[1d20+8 = (7+8) = 15][1d20+8 = (19+8) = 27] >>164491>>164489Spectral Streak too, seems to hit it, and it moves back out of sight with a “thump.”
>>164493What kind of roll calls for d7's?
>>164496Spectral Streak nods, then winces in pain.
>>164497Silver looks over his son to see where he was shot.
>>164498On the side of his barrel, behind his right shoulder. It looks like the bullet went right through.
>>164499"How does it feel? It hit anything vital?"
>>164500“I don’t know” he says. “Maybe my liver. It hurts like Tartarus.”
>>164501Silver takes stock of their rapidly diminishing medical supplies.
>>164503Silver can see that they do have some supplies left, perhaps because the set of supplies seems to have originated in two different kits. There is some magic fluid, morphine, antiseptic, plasma, and bandages left.
>>164504Silver starts to fix Spec up.
"We are going to run into issues if we keep getting hit."
>>164506“Yeah. We are. But we’ll have even more issues if we let these buggers be. We’ll be full of holes patched up by bandages and coagulant, with plasma instead of blood and working on adrenaline and morphine, but it’ll be us here alive at the end of the day, and not those bugs. I’ve lived too long to let them take it from me.”
>>164507Silver nods, his son's speech driving him on. He grabs his Jenny and holds it at the ready.
"Let us kill these buggers."
>>164508Spectral Streak nods, and with a labored motion, stands up, behind his father.
[1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16][1d20+6 = (20+6) = 26][1d20+6 = (16+6) = 22][1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]>>164509Silver goes back to the doorway. Left with few options, he switches to full auto and blindfires a burst around the corner with his Jenny.
Feel free to subtract what the additional penalty for blindfire would be. >>164510>>164511[i]Bang Bang Bang[/b]
Silver gears brief returning fire, though it doesn’t last long
[1d20 = 11][1d20 = 6][1d20 = 17] >>164510>>164512Silver is not hit, and the firing subsides
>>164512>>164513This isn't going to work. Hmm...
Silver looks around him for small, round objects. Things approximately the size of grenades.
>>164516Silver looks around, and on the ground finds what seems to be a concussive grenade.
>>164517Джекпот!Thanking Celestia for this lucky find, Silver eagerly picks up the dropped grenade. He pulls the pin with a
CHINK, and chucks the concussive grenade through the doorway towards the changelings.
>>164518And….
BANG!Silver feels a shock wave, and little bits of the walls flake and fall off.
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19][1d20+6 = (18+6) = 24][1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15][1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13]>>164519Silver wastes no time and pushes through the doorway while aiming down his Jenny's sights. He prefires a short burst to keep the enemies suppressed.
>>164520Bang Bang Bang BangSilver hears nothing in reply
>>164521Can Silver see through the dust from the explosion to see what the scene looks like?
>>164522Yes.
Looking inside, Silver can see fallen ceiling tiles and bits of drywall covering parts of a varnished wood floor, which already has streaks of blue blood. The hallway goes two ways, left and right, though it is clear that most of the interest is to the left. To the left the hallway opens to elevator banks and ultimately, further back, a reception desk.
On the right, not far at all from the door, Silver sees a dead, black drone on the ground. He has a beige trench coat soaked in blue blood, a helmet that Silver recognizes as being Changeling military issue of the style of the last war, and next to him, he has a weapon that Silver has never seen before. The weapon is made almost entirely out of metal painted black, except with a wooden butt stock and bakelite handgrips. It has a long, curved and dimpled magazine in front of the grip, a gas block above the barrel, simple iron sights, and a barrel that is shorter than the Jenny's, but a length that is slightly greater.
To the left, where the hallway expands to include the elevator bank, Silver sees another dead drone leaning against the wall, in an area that would have been cover from an attack from the door. This drone has no clothing, but also has a military helmet. He has multiple bullet wounds, and a machine carbine before him.
>>164523Taking a hold of the helmet of the trench coated changeling and, much like he did with the gas mask, peaks it out slowly into the left side of the hallway.
>>164525Now Silver does the same with the right side.