USCMRPG

Assuming I have still have all my limbs, Duncan is ready to roll.

Yo.

Awareness, I choose you!

Awareness: Fail

Gun combat: Fail

I can't see Giosso's sheet either (or rather, I see his gun combat score and a slew of unlisted marks in the blank section). Also, quick thought regarding 2nd squad's assignment. I noticed that we're supposed to "crack the security" in the control room. As far as I can tell, I'm the only one with an...

I noticed in the Roster that Arthur Killian isn't listed. Given that, and the new guy, there might be a need for a 3rd squad.

Yeah, it will take quite a while to level a character this way. Perhaps a learning chance on each succesful use of a skill? //N I think it's a good idea. The one issue would be getting characters better skills they aren't experts in (everyone may use gun combat at some point on a mission, but it's ...

It's not working for me.

Here!

As he listened to the discussion about destiny, protecting civilians, and payback, Duncan chuckled. "Extermination? You think the brass is going to go for that kind of commitment? Or are you presuming that we're going to wipe them all out ourselves? I'm not keen on suicide missions. Hell, we killed ...

I'd like to improve Balance.

My Learning Roll is 20.

SUCCESS

With regards to learning/improving skills, can I only attempt to improve skills we used in the mission?

Duncan enjoyed the chow at the base, where the quality of the food far exceeded the shipboard meals. Of course, he was only allowed whatever meals were sent to him, as he was prohibited from entering the cafeteria. Still, having spent two years in a restricted environment on a military proving groun...

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief when the exit appeared. He wanted to get the Hell out of this place. Not that he wasn't interested in what quite possibly the greatest historical discovery ever. But they were trapped here. This place had died out millenia ago. Which meant this had been those things ...

Duncan fell back with the platoon into the room. He kept his weapon pointed towards the hallway, in case the aliens were just regrouping. He quickly checked his six, where the other marines staring at ... an astronaut?

"Ma'am, is there anything here that can help us get the hell out of here?"

Duncan hustled into the and brought his rifle to bear on the aliens. He immediately began to join his platoon in laying down controlled bursts at the approaching creatures. <Roll Gun Combat> Beyond the shooting, he was uncertain what the hell he was supposed to do. His squad had literally been cut i...