ReHistory: Warwalker: The Mechoning: The Game

That's a guaranteed hit. But.... you're using the heaviest artillery available on a basically unarmored jeep, so what happens now? I rolled a 2.

The railgun's projectile flew true. As always, small pieces fell off of the round and left a bright orange trail behind the round. The targeted jeep was instantly destroyed, with the round passing through several more trees before stopping.

Smoke started to rise from various points along the projectile's path, as well as from the wrecked jeep.

edited 10th Jun '12 9:58:14 AM by nman

Just following orders, sir :P

"Target destroyed. If anyone's listening in they'll know we're here, now. Shall we continue moving?"

edited 10th Jun '12 10:11:14 AM by SOCR

How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?

"Indeed. Fast march light guys. Im going to lag behind a little but that shouldnt be a problem."

Shane geared his machine up slightly, well aware that his very old and very heavy mecha couldnt keep pace with speeding light frames.

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

Bart had stopped when Shane told them to hold up, and waited for the jeep to be destroyed. Then a few moments later, a brilliant beam of orange went past Fry, making the whole mech rattle as the very air seemed to shake. "Holy shit" Bart muttered to himself, making a quick systems check. "That startle you as much as it did me, buddy?" he added on, then Shane's next orders came through the radio.

"Fast, roger that" Bart responded, having Fry shoot forward quickly. It was times like this that made Bart thankful for his mech's quick acceleration.

You are reading this.

Anthony liked this order. Anthony could get behind this order. But Anthony wanted to make sure how MUCH he was allowed to get behind this order.

"Sir, should we use the Impulse Jets to get there pretty fast? It'll cause you to lag behind further, but it'll be more fu......it'll allow us to reach a target destination that much faster."

Anthony was very much hoping he'd say use the jets. Anthony LOVED using the jets. He'd probably say no, and somewhere the rational part of Anthony could understand both sides, but the guy in the robot of destruction said WHEEEEE!

"Lets not try the jets here, ladies. You may be bigger than a car but if you break a leg off on a tree I aint gonna be the one to drag your ass to the extraction zone."

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

As Carson, Douglas, and Summers neared the tarped area of the forests, a trio of dots appeared on the radar - objects nearly three miles northwest at an elevation of 500 feet, and traveling at 150 miles per hour towards the clearing where the wrecked jeep lay.

Been a few DAYS now. What happened to our frontline of light mechs...we need those players.

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

Bart kept moving forward, eying his radar screen as three more dots appeared on it. "Hey, we've got three flyers coming in towards that jeep. They'll be right over in just a minute" Bart radioed in, then turned his attention back to where he was going...

Just in time to swerve to one side before he nearly hit a tree. "Woah!" Bart yelled reflexively, losing speed for a moment as Fry's feet nearly tripped over each other. Bart shook his head as he caught back up to speed, and kept his eyes ahead. "Right, eyes on the road. Sorry Fry" he muttered, now paying attention to his path.

You are reading this.

"Copy that," Brian said. "Let's keep moving. Don't want to be seen by those things when they get there."

With that, Brian made Sammy move just a little bit faster, hoping to quicken the pace of the V formation he was leading in order to avoid detection by the flying objects seen on the radar.

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"Careful there. Me and the LT need to slow our machines down to fight when it comes to that."

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

I guess it's time to bust out Chandler's Law.

A dot appeared on radar as a light truck suddenly came out from some bushes. A man was in the back, firing from an old mounted .50 caliber *

at the three. A half-dozen rockets shot out from in the trees to the east and south.*

Just dudes with Panzerschrecks. There's no tree-mounted rocket turrets.... yet.

Another truck rolled out from close behind the three mechs, with the passenger aiming a laser pointer at the Fry as a man in back frantically worked at a device in back, triggering the launch of a pod of German rockets and sending the pod straight up.

By the way, they might be targetting the lead mechs at the moment, but everyone can participate since they'd be close enough to see.

edited 17th Jun '12 3:29:06 PM by nman

"Everyone, evasive manuevers!" Brian yelled as he dodged the missiles from the south and east.

Taking out his vibroblade and playing the recordings the PDS wanted them to play, Brian slashed at the truck with the machine gun. As he did this, he fired rocketry pods at the pods coming down on the group, hoping to destroy most of them before they hit the group.

edited 17th Jun '12 4:07:36 PM by Insano

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Hans took evasive measures, but still kept mental note of the position of the person he was defending there.

German rocket pods, his father had told him much about those, mostly about how they were used on the front lines for the blitzkrieg tactic. This, however, was no blitz. What a bunch of fools, not using the weapon like it was meant to be used.

He whispered under his breath, "Dumbass brown skinned cronies..."

He drew his vibroblade, just in case something was close enough.

Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.

"Oh crap!" Bart yelled automatically, not expecting an ambush this suddenly. He heard the pinging of machine gun fire against the hull, and turned his mech to face the truck with the .50 cal, still running.

Trying to think quickly, Bart fired a burst at the truck with the ion machine gun, hoping that would be enough to take it down before he got within point-blank range with it.

You are reading this.

"Contact." Shane spoke loudly but calmly as he pulled his machine to a jerking halt and raised the ion machinegun.

"Targeting hammerfists."

As he spoke he feathered long bursts from the weapon, sending lances of plasma into the trees. Agains soft targets he didnt need a direct hit, no one would fire back after after being flash boiled by the wake of the ion rounds, and so he didnt aim so much as place his shots to cover the most likely sections of foliage.

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

Several of Brian's missiles went up, with one managing to hit the pod before it separated, creating a fireball up above the mercenaries *

. Additionally, Sammy's blade sliced the bed of the truck, and destroyed the .50 caliber gun, as well as ending the man firing it in a somewhat unsettling manner. When Bart's ion machinegun hit, the truck was engulfed in flames as it ignited the gasoline that had been spilled by the earlier cut.

Up above, the branches began to smoke as fire broke out while Shane's attack set fire to the branches.

The truck that had held the rocket pod accelerated as soon as the driver realized the laser was no longer needed, with the truck aiming to go between a pair of tall trees that had grown close together.

A pair of Tiger tanks that looked like they had seen better days fired their main guns as they came into the ambush zone from the south, using trees as cover as they moved. They were a hundred feet apart, and a few hundred feet from the mechs. Simultaneously, two more tanks rolled in from the sides, and slightly behind the mercenaries, firing from only thirty yards. Two shells hit the Bitch making only small dents in the chest and leg armor. Another shot hit the destroyed truck below the Sammy, while the last one was aimed too high at the Ginger Fury, skimming the left arm. All the while, the secondary armaments of the tanks peppered the warwalkers.

edited 17th Jun '12 10:35:16 PM by nman

"Ohshitohshitohshit!" Bart yelled frantically as machine gun fire raked the side of his mech and warnings shot up on a couple of the screens. He maneuvered to the opposite side of the truck from where Brian was, trying to use some of the trees as cover.

Fry's run nearly turned into a trip and fall after another burst of fire hit the leg. Bart felt slammed into the seat restraints as the mech lurched forward and lost most of its momentum. As it started to stand back up straight, Bart looked up and saw a simple message on one of the screens. Damage to left leg motors, auto-compensators active.

"You, you sons a' bitches hurt Fry!" Bart said angrily, twisting the torso to an angle so he could strafe as he got the mech running again, and opened fire on one of the tanks with the ion machinegun.

edited 18th Jun '12 4:12:57 AM by FirockFinion

You are reading this.

Aleida pulled her machine into a backpedal, turning Solar Flare's torso towards the new tanks. "We need to finish up here quickly, those fliers are probably coming around to nail us."

Switching to armor-penetrators, she sprayed one tank from the first group down with the thirty-fives while firing the railgun at the second tank of that pair. She then broke off a bit to change course- turning right for the second set of tanks and closing to engage- the mostly ineffective impacts The Bitch suffered emboldened her. 35mm cannons chattered at the tank not directly in her path, but as she approached her main target, it got a face full of fire from her oxy-incinerator.

She had recalled the drone as soon as the fliers were detected earlier, as above the canopy it might give their position away, but was about to send it for the rockets in the trees when Shane's ion rounds cut through the area, and she decided it was unnecessary.

How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?

The Bitch, with Shane at the controls, wheeled on the nearest pair and opened fire with a long sustained burst from the heavy gatling gun, cutting high to hit the turrets of the war machines.

“The fliers will have a harder time if the forest is burning. Good thing you got all those fancy targeting systems LT.”

Note to DM: As soon as the tanks are down Shane will begin using his ion machinegun to set random trees ablaze to increase the haze levels up over the forest.

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

Brian's wince as he slashed at the truck wasn't from disabling the vehicle. Rather, it was from quite accidentally striking the user of the machinegun. Turns out, hitting a human body with a vibroblade leaves a small, but disturbing, mess.

The young pilot dove out of the way as a tank fired at the destroyed truck, releasing the cable whip as he ran forward at the tank using Sammy's impulse jets. Leaping over one tank and latching the hook of the cable whip onto the tank, Brian tried to pull the main turret of the tank so that if it fired another shell, it would strike the other tank.

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The tank the Fry fired on quickly let off another shot, and moved into reverse to place more trees between them. The trees started to char, while the shell hit a tree. Brian was unable to move the turret of the tank after it fired, as the force twisted the barrel, rendering the primary gun useless, with one of the secondaries also disabled from the pulling motion. The hatch opened, with a man shakily holding an anti-tank weapon, but was killed by the high fire from the Bitch as rounds hit the turret face.

The next tank's glacis plates shrugged off the armor piercers. The other's tank's armor, though, while it helped stop the railgun from destroying it by slightly diverting the round, had the wheels on the right side crippled. Both tanks targeted the Solar Flare, with one round hitting it below the chest. The tank the Solar Flare used its oxy incinerator on managed to fire, hitting the left arm and leaving a sizeable dent, before the heat boiled the armor and igniting the fuel tank, contributing to a dark black plume of smoke. A man tried to climb out of the hatch, but was consumed in the blaze.

Meanwhile, the truck that had escaped returned, with the man in back firing off another pod, but the passenger who had previously held the laser pointer was nowhere to be seen.

edited 23rd Jun '12 2:53:19 PM by nman

Shane noted the direction the returning vehicle was entering from.

"DANGER CLOSE!"

And then he fired a submunitioned themrobaric shell one and a half hundred meters into the forest behind the truck while leveling ion gun at it, noting belatedly that he needed a moment to build back up a charge.

I doubt it will kill me at least.

edited 18th Jun '12 10:59:01 PM by Stormthorn

While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, / In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.

Bart let out another yell as a tree immediately next to Fry exploded, making the mech stumble again. As he stopped, he spotted the truck coming back and firing another rocket pod, but without the laser pointer guy. Bart realized in slight horror what they had probably done; having the guy back in the foliage with the laser pointer, so taking out the truck right now wouldn't do anything to stop that pod. And if that was aimed at Fry...

Bart had to act quickly; he rushed forward towards where the truck had come out of the trees, thankful for his mech's quick acceleration. He ignored the truck itself, since what damage it could do was already done. Right now, Bart had to focus on stopping the guy with the laser pointer. Spotting one guy in all these bushes and trees probably wouldn't be possible, but Bart had an idea for that anyway. Aiming towards where the truck had come from, Bart fired the shrapnel gun; if it killed the dude or at least forced him to duck his head long enough to make the rocket pod a dud attack, then Bart was good. If it didn't, then he'd just have to hope.

You are reading this.

Between the mortar and shrapnel rounds, they forest appeared to have been cleared, as the rocket pod came down unguided, with the half-dozen rockets hitting the ground with no effect other than creating a few small craters in the dirt. The truck continued on its path as the Bitch's ion machinegun hit it, melting the glass and rubber while burning the driver and man in back. It collided with a tree, with the red hot metal and gasoline creating another pillar of smoke in the battlefield.

The two tanks with intact primary guns fired again at the Solar Flare. One did nothing as it bounced against the thick chest armor at an angle, while the other aimed at the left arm again, hitting two feet below the previous impact, still only denting the armor so far. The final tank attempted to ram the Sammy, its single secondary gun shooting at its maximum rate. *

A man sticking out of the hatch prepared a rocket-propelled grenade.

edited 21st Jun '12 7:01:35 AM by nman