Chapter 3- Borneo

[Mr. Handy]

Harry quickly reloads his revolver.

[kabukiman]

The ground was getting dangerously near when Crowley managed to control the plane and straighten up; suddenly Crowley sees a dirt runaway with what seems a camp.

OOC: Everyone can act. Crowley, no rolll needed.

[Mephistophilis]

Click. His shotgun fails to fire again, he pulls the other trigger. Click. 'This is getting ridiculous.'

Alex casts the shotgun to one side and levels his revolver at the dark, slippery monstrosity. He closes his eyes as he empties the gun, bang, bang, bang.

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[Mr. Handy]

Harry fires three more bullets into any remaining creatures.

Firearms(Handgun) roll (77% skill) shooting at the creatures, shot 1 of 3:
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Firearms(Handgun) roll (77% skill) shooting at the creatures, shot 2 of 3:
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Firearms(Handgun) roll (77% skill) shooting at the creatures, shot 3 of 3:
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Damage to creatures from .45 bullets:
1d10+2
1d10+2
1d10+2

[Snapper]

Crowley heads for the dirty runway, trusting the team will do away with the beast. "Are we down to just one of those things?"

[kabukiman]

The last creatures seems that doesn't like getting hit and abandon the plane and fly away to join it's companions..

Crowley: make a roll to land the plane.

[Starspawn338]

Seeing no threats to the plane from the beasts, Butch moves to the back of the plane where the cargo is and grabs onto something to brace himself for the last threat...a bumpy landing.

[Mr. Handy]

Harry also braces himself, anticipating a bumpy landing, and reloads his revolver again in case those things come back.

[Snapper]

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OOC:   Crowley will spend 10 Luck to make that a success if that's OK.

The perspiration runs freely down Crowley's face as he battles to get his compatriots safely to the ground.

"I always dreamed of being in aerial combat again but this is not quite what I had in mind."

[kabukiman]

And Crowley lands... softly. It is amazing with all the damage it suffered.
You see the camp nearby with several buildings made of wood.
Several military soldiers (british) with an officer aproaches the plane with curiosity but with their guns ready just in case.
Shapiro runs to the back of the plane where the equipment is.

[aine]

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kota Kinabalu. Thankyou for flying with Nightgaunt Air. We trust you have a more pleasant onward journey.” Jan opens her eyes and breathes a big sigh of relief.

“Well flown, Crowley.”

[Mr. Handy]

"Yes, well done," says Harry. "Who needs medical attention?"

[Snapper]

"We had a saying in the Flying Corps, any landing you can walk away from."

"In fact, Harry, I am badly in need of some medical assistance, thank you."

Crowley looks at the approaching soldiers. He calls to the officer, "Captain Crawley, Royal Flying Corps, retired. At your service."

[Mephistophilis]

Alex desperately reloads his revolver and shotgun before looking up to see what is going on around them. He pulls up his black shirt to reveal livid bruising from where the creature slammed into him. 'So those were nightgaunts you say? And what exactly is one of those when it is at home? Some sort of demon no doubt.'

He sees Harry going to help Crowley, who looks like he took a real battering from the fight. 'Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll be right over.' He supposes the hero of the hour should get a bit of attention. Alex hauls the medical kit out of the wrecked aircraft and joins Harry to help him look at Crowley's injuries.

Alex will roll First Aid - Harry can too because you can work together and it is a success if either of you pass. You regain 1d4HP for a success. Then Alex will start looking at his own wounds and will invite Harry to take a look as well. If we have time later Alex (or Shapiro) could try some Medicine as well.FdFL55%d%FdHLF55%d%

[aine]

Jan finds some rudimentary first aid kit strapped under the copilot’s seat.
She offers to help Alex with his own wounds.

First aid 45 roll: 24 1d4 roll:3

[Starspawn338]

"Well I must say that went a whole lot better than I would have thought." Butch checks the cargo to make sure it's all still secure and nothing needs cleaning up.

[Mr. Handy]

"What were those things?" asks Harry, helping binding wounds, though his help isn't really needed.

[Mephistophilis]

Once he's finished helping Crowley, Alex gratefully lets Jan wrap some bandages and spread a bit of liniment. 'Thanks. That feels better.' He pockets his revolver but doesn't put down his shotgun. Waiting for the soldiers to introduce themselves.

[Snapper]

Spoiler:

1d4

OOC:   3 HP recovered.

[kabukiman]

You see several bootles broken, the liquid pouring in the floor,; it seems you will have to be careful with how much you drink. The can food has suvived a bit better.
Shapiro seems very agitated and says in a very low voice "We need to talk after we speak with the officer".

The officer and the soldiers are now trying to open the door of the plane to help you to get out.