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 Jayne Cursing the quartermaster out loud (though quietly enough to be sure nobody could quite make out what she said over the ongoing commotion), Jayne stares at the crude drawing of Leman Russ stuck to the Sentinel's dashboard. gently caress bureaucrat's sense of humour. You'll drive a Leman Russ, just like the ones on the posters, they said. Laughed in her face and doodled on a post-it note, they did. So now, instead driving their enemies from the ship with a glorious instrument of the God Emperor's fury, Jayne trundles towards the firing line with what she's convinced is a forklift truck with a lasgun welded on. For fucks sake, hadn't she seen sentinels used as cargo lifters by the ship's ratings? This was NOT what the recruiters had told her. Even her friend Joe, whose existence seemed to revolve around going around with a stylus and drawing fetching pictures of the military life for use by the recruiters and other media types had made good-hearted fun at her misfortune. Continuing her tirade, she eventually stomps to the front line. A firing line of brave Imperial faithful are shooting from an advantageous position at cowardly heretics hiding behind whatever cover their primitive minds can identify. Well, at least that part looked like a poster. She briefly wonders whether it fit some sort of twisted sense of fairness that the poor sods stuck walking around on foot got exactly what was advertised, while the luckier people with something to drive got shafted and stuck with dry humour and re-purposed loading dock equipment. Trying her best to shove the bitterness towards the munitorum out of her head for a moment in favour of more urgently important things, she parks the sentinel behind the Imperial line and looks more carefully at the enemy positions. All in cover, behind reasonably heavy things. Not wishing to unduly damage the ship's structures with reckless suppressing fire down a hallway, she instead prepares to shoot anything leaving cover, while her new friend the sentinel's machine spirit, surprisingly friendly despite being similarly stuck in less than glorious equipment, makes its own preparations adjusting the multi-laser's aiming systems. Keeping an eye peeled on the battlefield, a stray thought crosses her mind of what would happen if someone accidentally ended up in the cross-fire. Despite the sweetness of the thought of "accidentally" shooting that rear end in a top hat janitor Bob who had "cleaned away" her beloved pet lump of moss (it had been in a standard issue mason jar borrowed from the mess, clearly labelled as Mossy!), Jayne remains determined to check whether the moving thing is a friend or foe first before pulling any triggers. Sitting somewhere sensible and overwatching down the hallway. 45 degree arc look like it could cover both the chaos formation and the boarding pod entrance. +0 pinning test inside that cone, and will full auto with the multilaser if something steps out of cover. pre:Name: Jayne Specialty: Operator Demeanour: BS:43=20+20+3 WS:20=20 S:20=20 T:30=20+10 Ag:45=20+20+5 Int:40=20+20 Per:33=20+10+3 Wp:30=20+10 Fel:30=20+10 Wounds: 11 Fate: 3 CP: IP: 1d5 Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fellowship, Fieldcraft, Intelligence, Tech, Toughness Skills: Common Lore (Tech, War, Imperial Guard) Tech-Use Operate (Surface) +10 Navigate (Surface) Awareness Lnguistics (Low Gothic) Survival Athletics Talents: Technical Knock Weapon Training (Las, Low-Tech) Rapid Reload Resistance (Fear) Hatred (Chaos Space Marines) Tank Hunter Push the Limit Traits: Anti-armour Regiment Gear: MIU Auspex Combi-tool Data-slate Lascutter Standard regimental kit Sentinel -Multilas -Good Craftsmanship Truck Nutz™ XP spent: Commerce -200 Operate (Surface) +10 -200 Push the Limit -200 pre:WS BS S T AG INT PER WP FEL 20 43 20 30 45 40 33 30 30 M36 Lasgun 60/60 2 spare charge packs Basic 100m S/3/– 1d10+3 E Pen0 60 Full Reliable Overcharge 100m S/3/– 1d10+4 E Pen0 60 Full Reliable (uses 2 shots) Overload 100m S/3/– 1d10+5 E Pen2 60 Full Unreliable (uses 4 shots) Initiative: 1d10+4 Wounds: 11/11 Fate: 3/3 Armor: 4 all, 5 vs Blast Awareness: 33 Hatred (Chaos Space Marines) Tank Hunter Rapid Reload Push the Limit Resistance (Fear) Sentinel Speed 10, Manoeuvrability +10, Size enormous, structural integrity 20 Armour: front 25, sides and rear 15 Enhanced Motive Systems, Open-topped, Walker Multi-laser 100/100 2 spare charge packs Mounted 150m -/-/- 2d10+10 E, Pen 2, Rld 2F, Reliable Waci fucked around with this message at 06:49 on Jun 23, 2016 |
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