EnigmatikAhem. Let me clarify. Her specialist equipment is a rocket launcher. Her backpack is modified to safely hold the ammunition. Her primary weapon is the shotgun and her secondary is an autopistol. Is this all clear, or have I misunderstood the specialist gear?
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No, it's a specialist rocket launcher. Like a LAW-Launcher type thing.
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Aren't Astartes guns DNA coded to their genetically enhanced owners? They also have a kick not so much like a mule as much as a industrial pneumatic ram. I think it might rip an ordinary arm right off.
Someone took that into account and did the math using modern weaponry. Because they use rockets after the initial shot to accelerate the bolt, the recoil would be... Stiff, but manageable. Kind of. You'd need a few seconds between shots to stabilise it, but that shot would blow heads apart.
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There is no way for a regular human to obtain an Astartes-issue bolt pistol, so no. You can pick your gear from the Armoury list -- stuff like this is exactly why I made that list in the first place.
Let me once again reiterate that this RP is not about personal success. The only feasible reason I could think of for you wanting to use a weapon like that is because it gives you a significant leg-up on the rest of the cast or, if you don't believe having an Astartes-issue bolt pistol is any stronger than any other rifle, because it makes your character even more special. Neither are valid reasons.
Focus on making your character interesting, not their gear.
Nah, I just think it would be an interesting addition. It doesn't really make sense for my character to have it though. She's a specialist with a bizarre rocket-launcher type thing (carried by a servo skull, because the ammo is heavy enough,) so that's enough I reckon.
Idea: My character has an Adeptus Astartes-issue bolt pistol that (s)he uses like a rifle.
Yes, it is somewhat canon that Astartes bolt pistols are like freakin' rifles to regular humans.
Yes, it is somewhat canon that Astartes bolt pistols are like freakin' rifles to regular humans.
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"KAJIIT CAN RAM A PLUM UP HIS FURRY ASSHOLE IS WHAT KAJIIT CAN DO!
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Angelika cocks head, then pauses. "Are you fucking kidding me? I FUCKING LOST AN EYE FOR PLUM?!"
Long story short; I bit off more than I can chew what with a step-up in schoolwork. I'm dropping out, Irea's open to anyone who wants it.
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@Andreyich I is confuse.
Did somebody say...
Crusades?
Crusades?
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Well. That was a dismissal if she'd ever seen one. Maybe she'd get a visit from the quatermaster to get her new banner, or maybe she had just recieved an unofficial demotion. Either way, that was that, and they had orders for tomorrow. She sighed, knowing that the 132nd would not be happy campers at this new information. She glanced down at her watch and breathed out heavily, her body sagging as she saw the time. 23:43. If she scrambled now, she could get three or four hours of sleep, praise the Emperor. She had survived worse than an inspection on far less sleep. She fiddled with her personal comms and sent a message out to her squad.
"Ladies and gents, we've got a real hardass of a company commander who wants to see us all shipshape by five tomorrow. Don't let me down; get that armour clean and those boots polished. Weapons too."
There was a predicted chorus of groans over the next minute, which she weathered with a thin smile before following up with "and by the Emperor, if you have forgotten everything about being a Cadian, I am all too happy to wake us all up at 02:00 during our next starship trip."
This was followed by a deafaning silence, followed by a series of 'yes ma'am' from the remeaining soldiers.
She turned back to the militiaman and pulled the bolt pistol out of her hip holster, before slamming a magazine into it and racheting the slide backwards. "Let me make one thing clear. There is a reason the Cadians are the best shock troopers in the galaxy, and it ain't because we faff around in factories all day. We train, we train, and we train a bit more, and then we use said traning to fuck up anything that moves when we get sent out. I've fought against things that would cause your mind to blank out and you to become a gibbering wreck, and shot them until they turned into fucking dust. If you cuss out me or any other Cadians again, or dare to threaten one of your superiors now that you're a guardsman, we'll see how much protection your home-made fucking junk armour is against a plasma round, won't we?" She nodded her head towards the male commissar before striding away. The lho-stick in her mouth having burnt down to the filter.
She approached the older man cautiously, aware that he was a commissar, yet wanting to know more about the infamous Silence. She saluted, before asking him. "So. You served with the 143rd sir? I assume I won't be seeing my half-brother again if you're out here alone." @Hank
"Ladies and gents, we've got a real hardass of a company commander who wants to see us all shipshape by five tomorrow. Don't let me down; get that armour clean and those boots polished. Weapons too."
There was a predicted chorus of groans over the next minute, which she weathered with a thin smile before following up with "and by the Emperor, if you have forgotten everything about being a Cadian, I am all too happy to wake us all up at 02:00 during our next starship trip."
This was followed by a deafaning silence, followed by a series of 'yes ma'am' from the remeaining soldiers.
She turned back to the militiaman and pulled the bolt pistol out of her hip holster, before slamming a magazine into it and racheting the slide backwards. "Let me make one thing clear. There is a reason the Cadians are the best shock troopers in the galaxy, and it ain't because we faff around in factories all day. We train, we train, and we train a bit more, and then we use said traning to fuck up anything that moves when we get sent out. I've fought against things that would cause your mind to blank out and you to become a gibbering wreck, and shot them until they turned into fucking dust. If you cuss out me or any other Cadians again, or dare to threaten one of your superiors now that you're a guardsman, we'll see how much protection your home-made fucking junk armour is against a plasma round, won't we?" She nodded her head towards the male commissar before striding away. The lho-stick in her mouth having burnt down to the filter.
She approached the older man cautiously, aware that he was a commissar, yet wanting to know more about the infamous Silence. She saluted, before asking him. "So. You served with the 143rd sir? I assume I won't be seeing my half-brother again if you're out here alone." @Hank
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