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Likewise, I'm more than willing to continue, even under a different premise or something along those lines, really.
@HeySeuss Definitely thinking a Catapult model, sure as sure then, maybe a CPLT-C4C? If we ain't using variants right off the bat, still thinking a Catapult. All that LRM goodness.
Battletech, eh? Haven't seen that in awhile, definitely have my interest. Time to start researching a Mech to kick things off in, sure as sure. Got the list to post yet, or just keeping it as a reference as people make requests on starter mechs?
Always a shame when something cool comes along and things fail right out of the starting gate.
"It was the hunger of a college student, not any legion of pizza could satisfy" :3
I might post, does that seem right?
You just might have provided the perfect example of how things are feeling right now, well done.
Posts for the post god, words for the word throne!
Ansgar listened to the explanation that the Vashoth gave, as he stated that the Qunari of the lowlands would call the large man. Vashoth is not a term he had heard when he crossed paths with the followers of the Qun, but considering he did not identify with the Qun, preferring the tribes of the cold mountains, the Avvar, he suspected it was an exile of sorts, or perhaps one who had, while of the Qunari race, was born outside the Qun? He couldn't rightly tell either without asking, but he was in no position to be digging into another's personal business so readily. So, as Gereth finished speaking on the matter Ansgar inclined his head in gratitude for the plain answer to his question. There was something to be said for plain speech, it cut away the clutter and niceties of formal speech and gave a plain, unhindered view of what was said. Certainly a respectable way of presenting one self. "Then Gereth of the Avvar it shall be then, and no further into your personal business will I pry. You have my gratitude for the knowledge given."
"You tarry too long, there is killing to be done, enough with these niceties..."
The mental outburst from the daemons, unheard to the others, seemed to draw the gaze, slight as it may have been, of Ansgar to his left, like the irritated look of a custodian on the rude outburst of one under his lock and key. It would also likely send off a red flag for any of the mages present as to precisely where the fell, hungry fire that seemed to hang in the air originated from. Even the non mages could feel something off in the air, like something seeking to devour eternally was pressing on the air, likely an odd feeling to be felt, even on the precipice of a darkspawn Blight. Mages familiar with the spirits of the Fade might even identify that the feeling came from a Rage Demon's presence, though this would indeed explain the lack of wit and general deviousness in the creatures attempts to permanently subvert Ansgar. He forced the voices down again, harder than usual, the gloomy, dark expression on his face passing after a few moments, and he retained his silent vigil, watching over the tent to enact damage control on the demon's outburst, if need be.
"You tarry too long, there is killing to be done, enough with these niceties..."
The mental outburst from the daemons, unheard to the others, seemed to draw the gaze, slight as it may have been, of Ansgar to his left, like the irritated look of a custodian on the rude outburst of one under his lock and key. It would also likely send off a red flag for any of the mages present as to precisely where the fell, hungry fire that seemed to hang in the air originated from. Even the non mages could feel something off in the air, like something seeking to devour eternally was pressing on the air, likely an odd feeling to be felt, even on the precipice of a darkspawn Blight. Mages familiar with the spirits of the Fade might even identify that the feeling came from a Rage Demon's presence, though this would indeed explain the lack of wit and general deviousness in the creatures attempts to permanently subvert Ansgar. He forced the voices down again, harder than usual, the gloomy, dark expression on his face passing after a few moments, and he retained his silent vigil, watching over the tent to enact damage control on the demon's outburst, if need be.
Stukov listened to Sis lay out her commentary and statements on the technobabble nonsense that disabled psyker powers. She also commented on taking on a group of Sisters with only a shotgun and pistol, and slipped in a off hand remark before she continued. "Don't forget my knife and saber too, and there are worse odds." He let her finish, going on about some Ordos Hereticus inquisitor taking over once the retinue was done here on the planet, which didn't likely sit well for his odds of survival. After all, he was, by all accounts, an unsanctioned psyker that had no formal means of controlling or channeling his powers. That wouldn't likely sit well with this new Inquisitor, depending on her stance. Well, far as the other veterans from the Blackships told him while he served as fellow armsman. As she finished, he sighed, an odd sound through the bionic voice box, and responded, already tired and the day wasn't even mostly done.
"Sounds like a summary execution waiting to happen, is what this meeting sounds like. I'd bet they have the prior mission reports Boss forwarded, means they know full well about yours truly. Doubt this Inquisitor will like having an unsanctioned around. Best case scenario, get sent off for sanctioning in the Black Ships. At worst, a round through the skull. I'll lay out the truth as I see it, nothing more, nothing less. And self defense remains self defense, with or without these warp damned powers. I ain't going out of my way to piss off a bunch of bolter bitches in their own hovel." Stukov turned to walk up into the transport, to find his seat before the others, already having everything he needed for the, what he felt was inevitable, outbreak of violence that was likely to happen today. Whether it was overt or covert, he didn't know yet, but in the meantime, he would take the time he could to rest on the transport. It was going to be a long day, and it was still all above his paygrade, like this whole time with the Inquisition had been so far.
"Sounds like a summary execution waiting to happen, is what this meeting sounds like. I'd bet they have the prior mission reports Boss forwarded, means they know full well about yours truly. Doubt this Inquisitor will like having an unsanctioned around. Best case scenario, get sent off for sanctioning in the Black Ships. At worst, a round through the skull. I'll lay out the truth as I see it, nothing more, nothing less. And self defense remains self defense, with or without these warp damned powers. I ain't going out of my way to piss off a bunch of bolter bitches in their own hovel." Stukov turned to walk up into the transport, to find his seat before the others, already having everything he needed for the, what he felt was inevitable, outbreak of violence that was likely to happen today. Whether it was overt or covert, he didn't know yet, but in the meantime, he would take the time he could to rest on the transport. It was going to be a long day, and it was still all above his paygrade, like this whole time with the Inquisition had been so far.
Jerod snarled at the warriors he had yet to cut down, the word of the champion Lad the only thing that snapped him out of his charging rage. His armor was smoking from the blast of lightning he had taken, breathing heavily until the healer had done her work again. Leave it to her to keep him up and running through the fight. Probably would have some choice words for him later, too, but he grinned out of the snarl, facing off still against the right flank, if the Champion went and did something stupid, he had no obligation to not promptly mount a rescue operation. After all, this Light lass would likely be tired out after a duel, nothing says he couldn't just cut her down then and there. No such thing as a fair fight, after all. The healer lass that had been healing them proposed a champion for the champion, and he barked out his own response. "Ah die on m' own terms, Lad, an' if ye' 're damn set on t'is damn fool course o' action, ah'll knock 'er down t' size. Ah owe 'er fer 'er shockin' rude bushwackin' attempt..."
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