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My vote would be Jaina personally, but I'm far too much a fan of the old Warcraft RTS series.
I mean, no one cares about Ezrael to begin with, sooooo yeah.
Jerod Staudinger
Jerod couldn't help but wonder why he had taken this job, having spent most of it so far marching and being told they wouldn't be camped long enough to allow for drinking. It was two of the things he detested, forbade from drinking, and just walking all day without pause. Oh wait, he knew why, the coin had been far too good for how simple it sounded, and he broke a common rule of sellswords. If it was too good to be true, it probably was, but he had gotten his cut up front, so it didn't violate the most important rule. That is, always get enough of your pay up front to keep yourself moving if things went south in the worst kind of ways. Which, fortunately, they had not.
Once they had arrived, orders were to scatter and help out where ever necessary. Sellswords would discuss further employment as time went on, which meant there was no promises the march out here would have been worthy anything other than fattening his purse. Helpful, but considering it hadn't been a lot considering the simplicity of the job, it was slowly turning out to be, by and large, a waste of time. At least he'd found a group who was drinking and, after besting their rather boastful commander, won himself a healthy mug of ale. It was glorified pisswater, but at the end of the day, ale was ale. Having won himself a drink, finally, he had sought out a quiet fire to sit by and consider his employment options here.
Of course, the most empty bonfire still had some madman of a mage sitting around it already, but he was minding his own business, as best as the sellsword could tell, so quiet company, even if a bit unstable, was fine by him. So was the others that trickled over, considering things kept silent. Of course it wouldn't last, as mid swig from his mug a trio of Dwarves marched over, the largest laughing and taking a seat, breaking the silence. Cue the disturbed looking mage introducing himself and offering tea. So that was what he was working on at the fire and pot, it was supposed to be tea. But considering the next silence, he mentally sighed and realized that meant he was likely up next.
"Jerod. I'm here for the coin, was paid fairly well for just marching out here and then sitting around waiting." He could do better on an actually dangerous job, but that was neither here nor there at this particular time.
At this point, Ansgar was out of his element, and he was not pleased with the situation. As a Krieger, his first instinct was to depart the command center, meet up with the Adeptus Mechanicus element, and move on from there. Not sit here and observe, but their orders had been clear. Observe using the consoles, and one of the most recent comms from the Celestian, use the Heavy Bolter Turrets to take out remaining Orks and move from there. Unfortunately, the Krieger had no experience with remote operated systems, his Engineering training hadn't covered the use of Goliath remote explosives units, bodies were more plentiful for sapping and demolitions work than wasting precious resources. However, the grinding of gears and concerned remark from the psyker got his attention, and the message had been clear. Choke points, not inside the Control Room. "That is unlikely ma'am, she is busy with the Titan. Stand clear!"
Tugging a Krak grenade out of his satchel of explosives and pulling the pin, he tossed the krak grenade up between the ceiling and heavy turret itself, targeting the turret ring and connection point with an anti tank explosive. With a loud, tell tale crack, the turret was dislodged and crashed to the ground in the middle of the room. Thankfully, it was not positioned over any consoles, and a sturdy boot to the side confirmed it was no longer functioning. Unsurprising, it had been severed from whatever was connecting it, and without the hand, a gun would not fire. Or the equivalent, depending on the wielder of the previously mentioned gun. Moving over to an unoccupied console, he began looking for maps of the local area outside the Forge, any sorts of bridges reinforced for Titan movement and the like. "Arbites, request you handle the heavy bolters and cover the Tech Priestess. If they reject remote commands, warn the Mechanicus forces en route. Mercenary, did you find any maps before jumping into slowing a hostile Titan scenario?"
Digging through the files and records as best he could, which was a great deal slower than the tech heretic, he had a simple plan. Anything that large couldn't just use any bridge or passage, and going into the wrong areas could spell doom. He was hoping there was a bridge that would be necessary for the Titan to pass over, which could be dropped as it attempted to cross. Gravity would do the rest at that point. "It is unlikely the planet has Titan killer class weaponry, so if it goes rogue, there is no fighting it directly, outside of boarding actions. Maps would help identify terrain features that could be used to slow or incapacitate the machine." Assuming that they could predict where the Titan would be going with enough time to be able to rig such places to ambush the thing. Of course, unlike most Guardsmen, the time to get clear of the detonations was not factored in, which meant it would not take nearly as long to rig up.
Tugging a Krak grenade out of his satchel of explosives and pulling the pin, he tossed the krak grenade up between the ceiling and heavy turret itself, targeting the turret ring and connection point with an anti tank explosive. With a loud, tell tale crack, the turret was dislodged and crashed to the ground in the middle of the room. Thankfully, it was not positioned over any consoles, and a sturdy boot to the side confirmed it was no longer functioning. Unsurprising, it had been severed from whatever was connecting it, and without the hand, a gun would not fire. Or the equivalent, depending on the wielder of the previously mentioned gun. Moving over to an unoccupied console, he began looking for maps of the local area outside the Forge, any sorts of bridges reinforced for Titan movement and the like. "Arbites, request you handle the heavy bolters and cover the Tech Priestess. If they reject remote commands, warn the Mechanicus forces en route. Mercenary, did you find any maps before jumping into slowing a hostile Titan scenario?"
Digging through the files and records as best he could, which was a great deal slower than the tech heretic, he had a simple plan. Anything that large couldn't just use any bridge or passage, and going into the wrong areas could spell doom. He was hoping there was a bridge that would be necessary for the Titan to pass over, which could be dropped as it attempted to cross. Gravity would do the rest at that point. "It is unlikely the planet has Titan killer class weaponry, so if it goes rogue, there is no fighting it directly, outside of boarding actions. Maps would help identify terrain features that could be used to slow or incapacitate the machine." Assuming that they could predict where the Titan would be going with enough time to be able to rig such places to ambush the thing. Of course, unlike most Guardsmen, the time to get clear of the detonations was not factored in, which meant it would not take nearly as long to rig up.
Certainly a wise idea, just gave my opinion on the idea of Ruby being involved and the no gun rule.
Definitely makes sense, since a brace of flintlocks compared to an assault rifle is a pretty massive difference. I personally don't think Ruby violates the whole no gun rule if its treated like that, but that is just my personal opinion really.
@Belladrael Well, to be fair, if you look at Grand Order, there ARE characters that have firearms such as Blackbeard and Francis Drake, both being Rider class Servants.
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