I would have some fire control gear on stand by *Glares knowingly at the Sister of Battle*
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If you guys don't want to plan and want to get straight down to investigating, I can edit my post to be at the end of the line.
I'm fine with moving things right into investigation, I doubt anyone would agree on a course of action without constant bickering and generally not getting along until it was time to outright act.
@The Fated Fallen If that is indeed Only War, I am down. Even if it isn't, I'm probably still down.
@Lotta Pumpkins Well played, lad, well played. But they have one advantage you sorely lack...
Zeppelins!
Zeppelins!
Such hate on the psyker, even though the bolter fire and statues losing their shit proooobably pissed everyone inside off already! (Totally not foreshadowing voice of reason moment/supposed voice of reason moment)
Stukov hadn't a chance to kneel down to help Smiles back onto her feet as she picked herself up, and he looked down the corridor as he saw the power armored woman leveling a heavily modified looking bolter at a statue, and sighed and muttered to himself as the first round departed the weapon, replacing the ammunition with blessed slugs instead of buckshot, since it looked like he would not be storming the corridor, but aiming for more precise work. "Emperor preserve us, arrogant zealot is going to make this difficult." His grenades would not be useful, either since blinding wouldn't work, or the Inquisitor was in blast radius of the concussive force. As he took a kneeling position and careful aim, Smiles stepped forward and began channeling some warp trickery before launching off her powers, before launching a shockwave that sent his coat billowing as he thanked the Emperor for the rebreather and eye protection to prevent what little chips of tiles and glass ended up heading his way. He responded to Boss' command as he took aim, the shockwave done with now. Covering fire aye, Boss. Watchman, I'll prioritize close range targets.
Watching the statues get demolished and thrown back, the Armsman timed his fire carefully to avoid risking friendly fire in the direction of the Inquisitor. He was far less concerned with any accidental slugs hitting the Sororitas, having I.D.'d the armor before the dust bowl was kicked up by Smile's attack. It was kind of hard not recognizing all the gaudy color schemes and designs that they favored so much. While still well armed and armored, he did not hold much respect for the group typically, as their blind zealotry tended to create the very same damned situations they found themselves in now. Shoot first, ask questions later, and scream in horror as they unleash some daemonic threat someone who was looking two steps in front of them might have seen. The question Smiles posed about dealing with the madwoman got a half shrug as Stukov ducked his head back, reloading the shtogun as he spoke. "Remind me to get a better long range weapon for future work, eh Watchman? And you can make that damned zealot's head pop for all I care Smiles, let's get these damned statues cleaned out first!"
Watching the statues get demolished and thrown back, the Armsman timed his fire carefully to avoid risking friendly fire in the direction of the Inquisitor. He was far less concerned with any accidental slugs hitting the Sororitas, having I.D.'d the armor before the dust bowl was kicked up by Smile's attack. It was kind of hard not recognizing all the gaudy color schemes and designs that they favored so much. While still well armed and armored, he did not hold much respect for the group typically, as their blind zealotry tended to create the very same damned situations they found themselves in now. Shoot first, ask questions later, and scream in horror as they unleash some daemonic threat someone who was looking two steps in front of them might have seen. The question Smiles posed about dealing with the madwoman got a half shrug as Stukov ducked his head back, reloading the shtogun as he spoke. "Remind me to get a better long range weapon for future work, eh Watchman? And you can make that damned zealot's head pop for all I care Smiles, let's get these damned statues cleaned out first!"
@Lone Wanderer Knowing the RNG and my relationship with em? Right when I start rolling saves they will strike in all their finicky and unkind glory. Or rolling for anything of significant consequence.
Most excellent, we managed to not get screwed by daemon statues!
@Rithy Aye, daemon possessed statues tend to do that to even the most stalwart of heart (Ignoring the obvious exception to such a rule). And hey, we have yet to see such a grinder in action yet, so who knows, ehhh?
Jerod watched as the wyvern rider flew off, getting in a word in edgewise as she turned to follow the champion off to the castle. "Aye lass, ah'll catch ye at th' castle then, sure a' sure." With that, the mercenary turned to march after the Champion and his lot of followers, newly found, and yawned as he walked after the group. In due time, they were flanked by pegasus riders and they found themselves within the throne room itself, and the tale of what the Church planned and how the lad himself escaped. Well, that was quite the tale, the mercenary thought as the boy wrapped up his tale and there was more discussion on his graduation and such but that was of little consequence to Jerod. He was now one of the new Shepards, descendents of the old order that had went and saved the world. Not bad for a mercenary, sure as sure. When hauled off, Jerod intended to go track down something to eat when the black mage looking lass waltzed over, the one who had been clinging to the lad, and he didn't just walk off yet since he had this lass skipping up to him. "Yer t'e one tha' was hangin' off th' lad's arm, aye lass?"
Niya quietly rode after the group and relinquished her mount to the stables when the time most appropriate came along, and stood with her arms at her sides, staff resting on her side as she heard the Champion's tale out. A Crusade, Holy War, stupid power grab, whatever one wished to call it, it was unwelcome none the less. The healer watched as the brief ended and they were given a five hour deadline before marching to their next destination, and she approached this second in command, since there was work to be done. She approached the knight and calmly addressed him, wasting no time with pleasantries or idle banter. "Ser Knight, I am one of the healers accompanying these new Shepards, a Troubadour to be specific. Where would you have me in formation, when the need arise, to best suit your Commander's, or your, tactics?"
Niya quietly rode after the group and relinquished her mount to the stables when the time most appropriate came along, and stood with her arms at her sides, staff resting on her side as she heard the Champion's tale out. A Crusade, Holy War, stupid power grab, whatever one wished to call it, it was unwelcome none the less. The healer watched as the brief ended and they were given a five hour deadline before marching to their next destination, and she approached this second in command, since there was work to be done. She approached the knight and calmly addressed him, wasting no time with pleasantries or idle banter. "Ser Knight, I am one of the healers accompanying these new Shepards, a Troubadour to be specific. Where would you have me in formation, when the need arise, to best suit your Commander's, or your, tactics?"
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