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Konstantin Androv Androv eyes the bizarre glowing steel protrusions warily. "If nothing else that one can provide good concealment," he says airily. "Just a bucket of water away from a fine cloud of steam." He glances around at the damnable sand. "Though perhaps the water would be too precious to spare. Blood from the feral then, he seems the type to be into that." After that little quip, the introvert with the rifle takes off into the sky. In that moment there is no one in the world he resents more. "Wonderful," he says darkly. "We brought our own vulture." Tran fucked around with this message at 01:49 on Jan 24, 2016 |
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Tloloc "Very well then. Serp do a fly over of the town to our north east and then set up an observation post where you see fit. Observe and report back by sunset. Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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 Patchouli Ramrod Patchouli happily takes the break and uses it to cool down and make some adjustments to her heat sinks. "If we're to scout the local populace, I can offer the services of Gizzard. He's a great servo-skull and can quite easily have a look at the town. The locals may not be familiar with the technology, but should recognise it as an Imperial device not to be disturbed, which is great for us. Any Imperial servants in the area would also assume it to be one of theirs on some mission. Nobody ever suspects the servo-skull. Alternatively we could just... walk in? We don't look anything like the locals, and know nothing about how they act. What dialect of Gothic do they even have here? Might be able to bluff as being another Imperial delegation, but that's a stack of lies that could collapse quick. She recoils at the suggestion of just putting some feral's blood all over and inside her delicate machinery. Skellybones fucked around with this message at 14:36 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Tloloc "Itzili what can you offer us in regards of expertise. We have many fine humans around who are knowledgeable and skilled in some way. What does a tribesman like you have to offer this warband?" Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Tloloc "Patchouli I wouldn't recommend walking in to this particular town because of a suspected imperial presence. At least judging by this dataslate and the big rear end Aquila sign on the map. Your servo skull would be useful, perhaps Serp can carry it aloft and drop it into the town to be left there as our permanent eyes and ears. Unless we need to retrieve it it." The Terminator bellows to the sky, the vox-amplifier raising his voice loud enough to be heard in the heavens. "DO NOT FLY AWAY WITHOUT THE HERETEKS SERVO SKULL SERP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DEPLOY IT IN THE TOWN!!!!!!" Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Serp "Understood." There's nothing nearby but some use can be made of time spent in the town. It won't be too hard to sneak in. Besides, nobody ever looks up. Serp takes the offered servo skull and carries it off. Once he arrives at the city he starts a long lazy circle, trying to take in everything. To anyone who might see him, he's just a large bird in the air. If they see him in the first place, that is. But it looks like your imitation is working. No sign of activity below. Now it's just a matter of finding a place to set the drone. Awareness vs 84: 1d100 69 Stealth vs 71: 1d100 13
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Patchouli Ramrod Patchouli sighs and prepares Gizzard for an unusual journey. "Uh, yeah, just don't break it ok? You know how hard it is to find micro-gravs on a good day? On a friendly planet? Skulls are easier, but usually a hassle too." "Androv, don't get twisted by the attitude of these ... people. If the Guard wasn't worth anything, the Imperium wouldn't be around to cause us grief now would it? And all that about warrior greatness and purity and stuff, anyone can be great if they put a mind to it. That's how you get stories of guys like you blowing the head off an Astartes with a lasgun, or fighting and winning against an Ork with one and a half limbs left. Stuff like that, you know. But I'm glad you're smart enough to be lugging a bolter and not a sharp rock." Skellybones fucked around with this message at 14:37 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Oscar Verduk Oscar flinches and prays that nobody in the town heard that. "Honestly, walking in the front door might work better than you'd expect. For the humans, I mean, or at least the ones not wearing jury-rigged power armor. Or feathered armor. Or who have wings. I mean, you'd be surprised how far you can get into a sensitive facility by carrying a clipboard and looking vaguely angry, and the same principle applies here."
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Konstantin Androv "I could enter easily enough," Androv says. "None would recognize me here, and unlike some I wear no open signs of devotion. I will need to sooner or later anyway, if I am to recruit foot soldiers to spend against the enemy. Though if possible I'd favor the sort of nomads endemic to worlds like this." He smiles. "Practically synonymous with marauding bandits." Tran fucked around with this message at 01:49 on Jan 24, 2016 |
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From above, Serp gets a good overview of the city. Built around a mansion that would be opulent even on an Imperial world, the city spreads out in lower and lower buildings from centre, built tightly together, most streets deep in shadow of the buildings. Surrounding what you assume is a palace or governmental building are great gardens, vibrant and green, with flowing water running in streams from pond to pond. Except for gardens outside the palace and a few of the larger buildings, you see no signs of water or vegetation. On the outskirts, some of the buildings have animals penned outside, lying in the shade of the buildings. Everyone you see wears shimmering robes, made of a glittering fabric and decorated lavishly with glass and gemstones. Even the people performing the most menial work wear clothes that would be a mark of considerable status on a hive world. Leading out of the city, he sees three paths. The ones to the south-east and north-west correspond to roads marked on the map you received, and appear to be little more than trodden trails, sand flattened by passage of men and beasts. To the north-east lead a very different trail, very obviously left by a large tracked vehicle. On the edge of the city, you see disturbed sand where vehicles appear to have turned around or been parked for some time, apparently unable to enter the city itself and unwilling to bulldoze buildings to clear a wider path. To the north-east, you see a tiny formation in the horizon, too far to be seen when you descend within a couple hundred metres of the ground. Waci fucked around with this message at 19:23 on Jan 22, 2016 |
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Itztli "I shall move in closer and hide myself, to provide warning if anyone should come this way." Without waiting for anyones approval, Itztli lopes off towards the town, stopping a few hundred meters away from the group as he comes to the top of another sand dune. Moments later, he hides himself underneath a layer of sand with surprising effectiveness. His feathered armor proved to distort the human outline he would have otherwise created, leaving him as little more than another lump of sand in the desert. Stealth roll of 29, target of 42. However, I roll an 85 for Awareness, so I'm not actually seeing poo poo.
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Tloloc "WORM! If you don't get here and help Caleb and the rest set these tents up I'm gonna sacrifice you to Khorne. MOVE YOUR rear end FEATHER MAN! WE ALL WORK TOGETHER HERE!" screams out Tloloc as he awkwardly grips a bundle of tent poles in his Lightning Claw gauntlet and gives them to Caleb. "These claws don't do fine manipulation. I'm gonna need you to get it done." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Joe She huffs, watching the weird feathered guy take a sand bath. "Ugh come on theres nobody even around here what are you doing. Can the most human looking of us go to town when the birdperson gets back? Actually can I go like...now? Like, now now? I've seen tissue samples smarter than that.
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Samira Samira seems to be in some type of haze; conscious, but unresponsive.  pre:Name: Samira Specialization: Forsaken Pride: Beauty Disgrace: Deceit Motivation: Legacy Characteristics: WS: 40 (30+10) BS: 47 (30+17) S: 43 (30+13) T: 44 (30+14) Ag: 45 (30+15) Int: 32 (30+ 6) [-4 Motivation] Per: 38 (30+12) [-4 Disgrace] WP: 37 (30+11) [-4 Beauty] Fel: 48 (30+18) Wounds: 19/19 Infamy: 30 IP: 2/2 CP: 1 Skills: Acrobatics Athletics Awareness Commerce Common Lore (War) Dodge Forbidden Lore (Astartes) Forbidden Lore (Long War) Linguistics (Low Gothic) Navigate (Surface) Operate (Surface) Parry Survival +10 Talents: Ambidextrous Blind Fighting Bulging Biceps Cold Hearted Hatred (Inquisition) Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight) Jaded Legion Weapon Training Nerves of Steel Quick Draw Resistance (Cold, Heat, Poison) Unarmed Warrior Traits: Amphibious Unnatural Strength +4 Unnatural Toughness +4 Gear: Best Legion Power Armor - Remants of Mutation - Tail Legion Bolter w/ 4 clips Legion Combat Knife Legion Chainsword 4 Legion Frags Beguiling Gem 4x Barkweed Juice Advances: 400/500 Charm +10 200 Deceive 100 Fellowship +5 100
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Tloloc "Wait for Serp, the human who flew to the town to report back. Then absolutely go with the rest of them into the town to get to know the locals or something." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Mama Oksoko - WIP An elderly woman slowly gets to her feet and peers over the dune, her leathery face scrunching up in the bright sunlight. "Mama Oksoko might not know what's over there, but she know somebody who do. Come here, lad," she says with a smile, beckoning over Joe. "You got the sight too, hmm? A gift from our feathered friend?" Before Joe can reply, she spits in the sand at his feet and raises her spindly arms to the sky. "O great one, whose name is whispered by the trees and spelled out by the waves! I call to thee-" Oksoko looks around and clears her throat. "Ah, well, the regular folks like a bit of theatrics," she says with a smile. She draws a battered pipe from her robe and begins puffing on it, settling down on the sand once again. "Let's see what our friend has in store for you, eh, lad?" Toughness @ 20: 1d100 35 Popping a dose of Rose and manifesting Personal Augury on Joe, unfettered. Psyniscience 58 + 15 (Psy Rating) + 20 (Rose) = 93. Psyniscience @ 93: 1d100 86 1 DoS = "Doom: The psyker receives a symbolic warning of the greatest peril or obstacle faced by the target in question. This is a vague hint about what is to come." pre:Name: Oksoko Race: Human Archetype: Psyker Alignment: Tzeentch Pride: Devotion Disgrace: Regret (Opponents receive +10 when attempting to use Intimidation against the character) Motivation: Ascendancy Characteristics: WS 34 (25 + 9) BS 39 (25 + 14) S 28 (25 + 8 - 5 (Pride)) T 30 (25 + 5) Ag 38 (25 + 13) Int 38 (25 + 13) Per 48 (25 + 18 + 5 (Advances)) WP 58 (25 + 18 + 5 (Archetype) + 5 (Pride) + 5 (Motivation)) Fel 37 (25 + 12) Inf 21 (19 + 2) Wounds: 9 Corruption: 10 Skills: Awareness Common Lore (Administratum, Koronus Expanse) Deceive Dodge Forbidden Lore (Psykers, The Warp) Linguistics (Low Gothic) Psyniscience +10 Trade (Soothsayer) Talents/Traits: Child of the Warp Jaded Psy Rating 3 Psyker (Unbound) The Quick and The Dead Warp Sense Weapon Training (Primary, Las) Psychic Powers: Doombolt Personal Augury Precognition Precognitive Dodge Mutations: Icon of Blasphemy Gear: Common Craftsmanship Laspistol Flak Cloak Psy-focus Dataslate filled with arcane lore 9 doses of Rose -Trade-in good craftsmanship sword Best craftsmanship knife -Mono -Venom Drip -Legacy of Excess (+5 Per) Experience: 50/1000 Advances: Precognition (100) Personal Augury (200) Precognitive Dodge (200) Psyniscience +10 200 Perception +5 250 Doombolt 200 Warp Sense 200 Forbidden Lore (The Warp) 100 MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 11:15 on Jan 25, 2016 |
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Mama Oksaka The wizened seer shudders and says, "I see a skull, mounted on a disk atop a cross. The cross and disk run red with the blood of many. It is an omen of great danger." Blinking, she looks up at Joe. "Well, hopefully you can make some sense of that gibberish." I doubt any of my lores will be suitable to decipher the symbol.
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Patchouli Ramrod While everyone rests and recuperates from their grueling journey, Patchouli attends to her own welfare with some quick diagnostics and minor maintenance checks. Patchouli tries a Meditation to remove Fatigue rather than resting. Meditation 1: 1d100 14 vs 35 Toughness -10 Fatigue. Patchouli easily claims victory. Confident that her electrolytes and lubrication levels are all well within desirable range, she goes to fiddle with the map dataslate, assuming it hasn't been lost already. Not that she's really expecting anything, but there's every chance that there's something interesting in there. If nothing else it's something to do while everyone else tries to rest. The dataslate appears disappointing ordinary, but you never know. She looks for any exterior ports, then cracks open the casing to get a look at the innards. Map dataslate hacking: 1d100 42 vs 47 Int + 10 Tech-Use +10 if Mind Impulse Unit compatible +10 from Utility Mechadendrite tools Skellybones fucked around with this message at 14:37 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Serp The new path seems the most interesting. Serp studies it, trying to divine just what might have made those tracks between the town and that new structure off in the distance. Further reconnaissance would be necessary. First, though, this high perch would be an excellent place to set the skull to record and process. It has an excellent vantage of the entire town, more or less, and can track the comings and goings of the people. The oddly-dressed people. There's wealth on this planet, it seems, in more than just water. Something to bear in mind, he thinks, as he sets the skull and takes to the air again. Heading to the structure to the NE. Stealth vs 71: 1d100 51 and Awareness vs 84: 1d100 67
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Konstantin Androv "While winged wanderer wafts wasteful, we wait wistful." Faced with so much nothing to stare at, Androv finds himself composing doggerel while cleaning his bolters. All the damned dust and sand meant that even copious oiling could not keep them entirely clean. Still, an effort must be made. "The vulture is taking too long," he remarks. "We can't wait here for more than a short while, near to a town as we are. At least not unless you want to burrow those tents into the sand like the feral." Tran fucked around with this message at 01:49 on Jan 24, 2016 |
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Serp glides high in the sky, following the tracks leading north-east. A couple hours later, he has a good view of an encampment below him. A walled compound, bog standard imperial forward operating base. Rockrete walls, with a watchtower on each corner. An imperial temple, like thousands identical to it, likely to have been dropped from orbit, gilded aquila statue and all. Two rhinos parked in the sand next to a mechanicus garage. Six single-storey buildings, pre-fabricated. The kind that probably has a serial number. You see an enginseer tending to one of the Rhinos parked outside, and a few robed (imperial, non-shimmering, embroidered aquilas) people walk between the buildings every now and then. A group of power-armoured humans are drilling in a small firing range behind the mechanicus building. A handful of people in shimmering robes walk from the temple to one of the low buildings, led by an imperial citizen. Outside the walls is a circle of flattened sand, surrounded by flares dug firmly into the sand. Nobody appears to have detected you so far, distance and the occasional bit of sand picked up by the wind concealing you.  Ms Ramrod easily gains access to the dataslate, which does not attempt to resist in any way. She finds the dataslate empty, except for the solitary shoddy map, stored in an obsolete format. What do you want to do with the dataslate? Waci fucked around with this message at 13:13 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Serp drat. This would have been a far better place to leave the skull. Ah, they'll probably have plenty to do in the town as well. At least the vehicle tracks indicate that they travel back and forth from there to the base. Might as well report this back. Serp banks and heads back to the south. He's been gone too long. They're probably getting antsy with that arrogant terminator throwing his weight around. Returning to base.
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Joe Hm, the old lady seems to think she is a man. Well she wouldn't be the first. Should Joe correct her? Or would that be awkward? Probably not worth the effort. The psyker stretches and yawns, annoyed that the group would rather wait for birdman. Maybe she should just leave by herself, but she'd rather not die. It'd sure be nice to get off this sand dune though. Her eyes land on the bored Commissar, who must be absolutely dying in this heat. And then she thought of Caleb. And then she grinned, focusing her power. "Hey, hey Caleb. How do you feel about that Commissar guy? Doesn't he look bored? You should go talk to him" Thoughtsending! 46 vs like 100
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Tloloc "In time Commissar. Do not be so hasty to rush into the unknown. When the scout returns we will know what we need to do. Patchouli is that servo skull feed coming in? Begin your sweep of the town. Caleb, Androv, Oksoko, Joe; pack up the tents and water condenser when the scout arrives. " Upon Serp's return "Welcome back Serp. Tell me what you have seen human. Especially of the imperials." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Konstantin Androv "Perhaps my urgency is unfounded," Androv offers. "But consider another perspective." He gestures around at the featureless desert. "If even one shuttle passes within kilometers our entire mission, not to mention our lives, would hinge on the camouflage of a few tents." He makes a sour face. "That is certainly not a gamble I'm glad to make." Practiced hands begin the process of reassembling his bolt pistol. "The sooner we're out of the open, the better." Tran fucked around with this message at 01:49 on Jan 24, 2016 |
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Serp returns to base as the sun starts to set, undetected by both the imperials and the locals. On the way back, he sees nothing that he didn't see before. Natives going about their business, slightly more active than during daylight hours. He swings by the spot he dropped the servo skull at, hoping to return it and its observations to its master, but doe snot find the skull. Assuming that the skull is still collecting data, he returns tot he others, skull-less. Serp is back. The sun is setting. The skull is not back. I assume Serp shares what he saw, so everyone's now free to react to it. Waci posted:Serp glides high in the sky, following the tracks leading north-east. A couple hours later, he has a good view of an encampment below him. A walled compound, bog standard imperial forward operating base. Rockrete walls, with a watchtower on each corner. An imperial temple, like thousands identical to it, likely to have been dropped from orbit, gilded aquila statue and all. Two rhinos parked in the sand next to a mechanicus garage. Six single-storey buildings, pre-fabricated. The kind that probably has a serial number. You see an enginseer tending to one of the Rhinos parked outside, and a few robed (imperial, non-shimmering, embroidered aquilas) people walk between the buildings every now and then. A group of power-armoured humans are drilling in a small firing range behind the mechanicus building. A handful of people in shimmering robes walk from the temple to one of the low buildings, led by an imperial citizen. Outside the walls is a circle of flattened sand, surrounded by flares dug firmly into the sand. Nobody appears to have detected you so far, distance and the occasional bit of sand picked up by the wind concealing you.
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Patchouli Ramrod Disappointed at the utter mundaneness of the dataslate, she resists the urge to toss it like a frisbee into a nearby dune and reassembles it. Patchouli is very worried about the disappearance of her skull, Gizzard should have returned by the time Serp dropped by. Skellybones fucked around with this message at 14:44 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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Tloloc "True" Tloloc concedes the point. "Have you ever flown into battle on a Valkyrie Commissar? The view from the air offers you a lot but in the open desert, on the world like this, even finding one of the a trade caravans in these wastes is a task in and of itself. No they would have to have reason to send reconnaissance flights out specifically to look for us. I'll see if we can have the guardsman Caleb rig up some camo netting. If our employer neglected such a simple item we will have to figure another way of concealing our positions." "So tell me, what does it take for a child of the Schola to turn to the Path of Glory?" Reacting to the news "Very good. So our objective is to prevent the Imperial Creed from catching onto this world, by any means necessary. For an Astartes like me, I see the solution as eradicating that camp when we have the strength to do so. But it isn't the only way to carry out the task so you all can go home. To that end: Androv, I want you to take Joe, Oscar, and Caleb into the town and learn about everything you can about the locals and the situation there. Serp did you by chance find a place we could set up a firebase at within say 900m of the Imperial Compound. And a fallback position to stash our supplies? Tell me where and I'll head there with Patchouli and the rest of the group to set up camp and begin planning the assault if you all concur that it is viable." Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Jan 23, 2016 |
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You don't have camo netting, but you have vaguely brown-ish tarps.
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Oscar Verduk "Alright, so the flattened area with flares is probably an impromptu landing pad, so they've got at least one flyer. Might not be armed, but you never know. It'd be just like a Rogue Trader to use a guncutter as a transport. How do we want to handle this?"
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Waci posted:You don't have camo netting, but you have vaguely brown-ish tarps. Which after some cutting up and such can become camo netting? Tarps are just as good though I guess.
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Dachshundofdoom posted:Oscar Verduk Tloloc "I think it would be wise to watch over the base for a day or two just to learn their routine. The guncutter would most likely be armed, why wouldn't you put guns on a shuttle if you were a Rogue Trader? Air Support is always welcome. I don't think we need to worry about it too much. I think once we've gotten some intelligence from the locals it might shed some light on things. But for now, find a way inside the compound, secure the Rhino ground transports and sanitize the base of all life. Loot whatever we can carry or fit into the transports we've captured and disappear into the wastes. That's how I see this playing out."
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Konstantin Androv Androv's expression darkens. "I destroyed worlds," he says flatly. "Oh not personally, but then the guard is ever impersonal in its brutality. We shattered cities and slaughtered populations not for plunder, glory, or any nobler ideal. If there were some human motivation then perhaps I wouldn't be here now." He shrugged casually. "No, we did it as punishment. A mere handful had committed some grave sin in the eyes of the grand bureaucracy, and so we would make an example of them." With a final check of the action, Konstantin returns his bolt pistol to the holster. "I grew tired of it. If entire worlds are to die, let it be for something." Seeing the winged man return, Androv dusts himself off and moves to the ad-hoc debriefing. Doodling away on his dataslate, he marks out a crude map to fit the descriptions given. Looking at it and tagging suspected objects of importance, he hums with interest. "This is good," he says. "We can work with it. So here's my opening idea: The Astartes set to work tunneling under that landing pad. Weaken the site enough so that the next landing causes a collapse. If done correctly, the craft will be trapped but undamaged." Androv holds out his dataslate, with his finger he draws a line from the compound to the dotted circle on his map. "We then ambush those sent to dig out the vessel, catching them outside the safety of the walls." His finger shifts to tap the main compound. "Finally we storm the remainder while they're undermanned." He leans back, drumming his fingers against his side. "As Tloloc said, we'll need for further information first though. We need to know where their comms are located for starters. While we're at it I want to see what the natives fight with. If we can stage it to look like a raid by native forces, we could potentially spark a full scale conflict. That would provide a fine opening to set ourselves as allies against the servants of the creed." Tran fucked around with this message at 01:50 on Jan 24, 2016 |
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Joe "Kbye" Talk talk talk. Look, she appreciates a good plan, but this is silly. This isn't wheels within wheels, its borinnggg. Besides, if anything bad happens, she DOES have a plan. Joe gets up and goes to town.
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Patchouli Ramrod Patchouli is incredulous at this plan. She has vivid flashbacks to supervising earthworks and canal excavations. "Tunnelling by hand through sand without being noticed? That's uh, a tall order. I mean for one thing sand loves to collapse regardless of if a shuttle is sitting on top of it. Without the right equipment I just don't think it's possible? And you need to start the tunnel somewhere they won't see the hundreds and hundreds of tons of material being removed from the Terminator-sized hole. But other than that, I like the idea, I've always wanted a shuttle. Oh look, there it is."
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