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Rolled 10 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>6373300

Before we begin, a refresher on "Red"

Half-scarred was putting it lightly. This wasn't your average burn victim - she's lost an entire limb and a half from it, and an eye on top of things.

But that was all the distant past. Before being awoken kidnapped in a strange place. Before she joined TFV.

Now, it's impossible to talk about "Red" without mention "Red" without talking about her weapon, "Caritas." It means Charity in Latin, and stands for a Gatling Laser. She was usually laden with several other weapons, as well.

What was the endgame? Who the Hell knows. Right now though, it's about managing this headache. Was "Godmother" still in the picture? So many racing thoughts..

>>6373300
Glad to see you back anon. Will this be an spinoff to Vengeance Burns Red or completelly unrelated ?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>6373300
>>6373310
The man most known within TFV as "Godmother" was indeed still around, physically at least. Mentally, events had taken their toll, less so the fighting than what he'd call dimensional fuckery on a scale he was not ready for. He's nursing an infrequent headache, though it no longer feels like his brain is threatening to burst from his skull. And he is cautiously optimistic he may just get to come back to the dimension he left from. Maybe. Assuming he ran in the same version of TFV. And that they aren't aliens. Or alt-Americans from another dimension. Or very well camouflaged bug zombies...
It's been a rough expedition. He could probably use a good debrief opportunity, and maybe a presentation on just where he's gone to before coming back. With Powerpoint slides. And dated slide transitions with corny sound effects. And maybe sock puppets in some places.

Still, as far as bureaucrats thrown into survival situations and active warzones go, he hasn't made the worst showing, he thinks. Turns out keeping one's head down and doing what needs doing is a transferable skill.

Hello again, QM and Red, I'm happy to see you both again, I wasn't sure if I would honestly, so it took a little bit for me to catch this, but Godmother is still shuffling along. Though he hopes thinks start making a little bit more sense again, or he may get outvoted by the part of his brain that want him to stop and curl up in the nearest small and non-damp space.

>>6373310
>>6374393
So how exactly does this quest work ?

Me not understand

>>6374625
>>6374668
Two operators or soldiers in black jumpsuits with tactical rigs, helmets, headsets, and gear told the strangers to avoid stepping near the mysterious Venom cargo chopper that had popped into existence, without it's top or back propellers.

"Identify yourselves!"

The two operators were told no one else would be at the exfil site except Red and Godmother. Anyone else were to be suspected Tangos and engaged as needed.

>>6374625
I fell off do to holiday rush kicking my ass, but the given that the QM is a bit bad about explaining things. I'll try to give what I remember. We made a character from a quick summery of what job and back ground you pick. Then treat the actions you do with a good amount of realism. We can ended up hopping into different time line or planes of existence which can lead to people not acting right.

If a AWOL Jack can get reinstated and briefed about what happened. I'll try to keep up with the game again. Otherwise I do apologize of dropping off like that. I ended up with to much on my plate.

God this captcha be crazy with 3 steps.

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>>6375104
>>6374393


Welcome back, Jack. I've heard briefly of you, but no details. And Godmother, it's so good to see you here. Please feel free to make the first move in this encounter.

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>>6375248

Ah, and sometimes this happens to my ID. That'd be wifi vs LTE.

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>>6375104
A woman in a cold weather desert color brush style uniform stepped out of the helo. She adjusted her glasses and tightened the band keeping them to her head, and made sure her helmet was on comfortably. Under the oversized helmet was a headset with a mic. She had a thick scarf over her mouth and neck.

Instead of the ALICE harness and the ETLBV, she had a satchel medical bag with the symbol of the snake and the rod. Moving over to Jack, she knelt down and started to examine him with a penlight.

"Callsign is 'Willow'" she said, checking his face for discoloration. "You must be Lieutenant Price."

Getting into her bag, she got out some basic first aid materials and over the counter medicines.

"Okay Jack," she said. "I'm just a Nurse with combat life saver training. If you're sick, I can help you. But if you have anything surgery related, we need to get you home."

Willow

>>6375104
Roll 2d20 plz )

Rolled 5, 20 = 25 (2d20)

>>6375368
Jack touching his head as though things are snapping him back from a deep fog. "Ahhh... yes I do believe so." Eyes become a light with awareness. Jack carefully points to some aspirin. "Oh! Thanks for offering to help Doc Willow. I think I am good on the surgery, but I could be mistaken. I last remember fixing something, I think it was a tank." Jack looks around him and takes in the new area before him.

>>6375438
"Please," she says. "I don't have my doctorate yet."

Checking his temp, then trying to coax him into undressing his chest enough that she can use her stethoscope then the thing where she taps his chest to hear his lungs, she then taps at his knees to test his reflexes, and makes use of a blood pressure cuff, and a heart rate monitor.

"You have a lot of minor and moderate injuries," Willow says. "Lacerations, bruises, minor head injuries, scratches, and what appears to be some kind of minor flu or common cold. You also likely lost some weight."

She gets out a folded up stack of papers from a sealed plastic wrap, which are stapled together.

"Yep," she says. "You are on the risk of losing some of your remaining muscle mask, and you might be on the verge of dehydration... But it looks like you've been hardy enough and I don't think you have any major infections yet."

Rolled 16, 12 = 28 (2d20)

Godmother looks at the decidedly not flight-worthy chopper doing a magic trick, and decides not to question it. He's seen worse by now, and the method seems similar to the one TFV had used to send him into his first assignment...and maybe his second? Did he black out returning home and being deployed...wherever that was with Jack? He isn't sure anymore.
For now, he focuses on what he knows, that being searching his memory to see his the way the chopper appeared matches how he saw TFV port in vehicles and supplies. Just in case he's dealing with shapeshifters. Or aliens. Or wizards.

After looking Jack up and down for a solid ten seconds, and blinking hard, Godmother is quick to wave down the waiting operators, explaining that another team member managed to link up on the way. Even if he can't remember how long ago that was, he's spent enough time around Jack while setting up the base and driving around he's confident he's who he says he is. He nods at the doc, not walking closer, but will take a small dose of painkillers if she comes up and offers one. He's hurting a little everywhere but it doesn't seem too bad, or he'd have collapsed on the way here. Just adrenaline flushing, battle wear and tear, and the remains of the worst headache he can recall ever experiencing.

Rolling 2d20 for matching the magic to what he's seen. Not magical knowledge since he'd kept himself rather well insulated, just comparing outcomes. Both to give his brain something to do and focus on, and quiet the lingering doubts that he's back with known friendlies.

Rolled 15 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

Rolling bureaucracy to help with the operators

Red also steps forward to assist in ensuring a secure meetup here, paying little mind to the helicopter at the moment. She will give her Callsign to them and to Jack.

>>6375494
Well heck, I guess I better get to hydrating with some water and a good meal. As well as clean up these cuts with a shower.

One of the two operators broke open a cylinder and pulled out a roll of laminated paper that was made the old fashioned way, then written on with ink and had pictures added to it using old fashioned photos, along with detailed descriptions. There was a lot of detailed medical information, like height, teeth that were capped, and if they were left handed.

"We have everyone from TCT Team 4 that we need," he said

"Where is Blue and Gold?"

Off in the distance there was some movement, and the two operators relayed a coded message over the radio on various frequencies, along with use of Morse code on their flashlights.

Blue and Gold team secured the surrounding area and examined it, before moving in.

One of the people present started doing a head count. "12 people, and this chopper would normally only seat 11."

He looked around at them all and then fixed his eyes on "Red". "Callsign Red, you're going to afix yourself by multiple cords and carabiners to the rigid frame within the chopper. You can sit, you can stand, whatever keeps you stable."

https://youtu.be/h0sN7bffetg?si=NPchLeXck9hQogL7

Inside the chopper was what seemed to be a suspiously large device that was where the engine normally was, poking out into the passenger compartment. One of the pilots, who were dressed more like a tanker or army mechanic, went over to inspect it.

He gave a thumbs up. "Veil levels are clean, JP-8 levels clean, lubricate oil clean, we're good to go."

One of the operator guards. "This timeline is a write off, we're leaving as soon as possible. The clock is ticking, get in and buckle in."

Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>6378300

"No problem. I've ridden this way before. Still, I'd appreciate someone double checking my restraints."

With that, she'll lug her large weapon over to the chopper and begin securing herself to it's exterior.