Pyro V

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Ana paid just enough attention to the others to hear names. But even so, it was difficult to remember them all of them. Mostly, she paid attention to Sergeant Hunter. At least, somewhat. Her attention was focused more on her pipe, and the smoke pooling up on the ceiling. Her eyes slid over to stare at Viktor, who'd been brave enough to grab the mug she'd pushed away. Poor soul would probably get sick from the stale piss he was drinking up. Eh, at least he looked to be enjoying it, which couldn't be said for some, who looked to have a sour expression on their faces.

When it was called for them to head off to the port, Ana made a small excuse to the sergeant, and ran off in another direction. The sapper arrived at a small inn, which she had paid generously to keep her cart safe and out of the way. She gave the innkeeper the order to have someone drive it up to the port where the mercenaries were gathering, and to make sure that it was delivered directly to her, and to no one else, no matter what they said. Otherwise, she'd have his balls on a platter. With that wonderful image in his mind, she hurried back off to the port. After grabbing a burner and another sharper from her cart and clipping them to her belt.

Back at the docks, she arrived just in time to see the large supply of munitions heading towards the Raggaton. Beneath her helmet, she was nearly drooling at the prospect of getting to handle even any of those bombs. Her hand brushed over the three at her hip, making sure that they were still there. She gripped them hoardishly, then released them and continued heading on to where her squad should have been. She arrived just in time to hear her sergeant yell that he wouldn't let his squad be put on the same ship as the explosives. A wave of disappointment hit Ana, then a smirk came over her face. He'd be in for a rude awakening when he realized she had her own cart of bombs to put on whatever ship they were to be placed on, so it didn't matter whether or not they went with those or not.

The order to fight came, and while the others stripped themselves of their weapons, Ana did no such thing. She trusted none of these people, especially the recruiter, to leave her bombs alone. Hell, she hardly trusted anyone to not grab her squadmates' weapons while they were fighting. They'd just better hope no one jarred her around too much. Else the dock would be on fire and most of the people there would be full of shrapnel. A grin came over her face, and she positioned a sort of grappling stance as the heavies came at them. One was apparently either brave or stupid, because he came rushing right for Ana. Rather than take that head on, she opted to side-step that. Unfortunately for her, he was smarter than he looked, and as she dodged out of the way, he managed to turn himself far enough and hold his arm out so that he was able to clothesline her.

Ana fell like a sack of rocks, landing on her back. Having been in this position before, she anticipated a boot being slammed into her chest, so she rolled over. Moments later, where she'd been, his foot slammed into the ground. Using her position on the ground, she lunged forward, tackling the man at the waist. They both went down, but this time with Ana on top, where she preferred to be. Kneel on top of him, she began to wail on him, fists swinging as fast as Ana could rear her arms back. As she brought her arms up high, fists balled together, intent on breaking the man, his arm swung around and landed her in the side, where there were fewer plates and more leather. The breath knocked out of her, Ana rolled off of him, coughing.

The heavy worked his way up to his feet, as did Ana, and then the two went back to beating each other, Ana moreso on the defensive now. She was pushed back to the end of the dock, where it fell off into the water. She couldn't fall in - it would ruin the bombs! As the man threw a punch that would probably have smashed her face in, she reacted faster than most would believer her capable of, the love of her explosives giving her a small boost. The punch flew wide of her, and she grabbed the arm, throwing him some extra momentum so he fell over the edge. The thought then occurred to her, while he was splashing around, that he might just sink with all of that heavy armor on him.

She flopped down to the ground, flat on her stomach, and reached a hand out. They gripped each other, and with a lot of effort on both of their parts, they managed to bring him out of the water and splayed on the dock. Rather than give him a moment of respite, she punched him square in the face and knocked him unconscious. She stood, leaning over, hands on her knees, catching her breath, before walking back into the fray where she was needed.

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Just so that I'm clear on the detonation of explosives (other than cussers).

Sharpers, Burners, and Smokers are detonated by being hit hard enough (i.e. slam into wall / armor it explodes)?

Also, as for Crackers, since they are so durable, would they be detonated through a fuse (the acid melting like is described in in the Cusser detonation)?

Not required for my post now, just wanting to make sure for future notice.

Also, in the post when I mention Ana's reaction to seeing the bombs, just imagine this:

Ana

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Will get a post up in an hour or so.
Wonder how pissed anyone would be if I set off that sharper.
Wonder how pissed everyone will be when they realize Ana has her own munitions to bring onto the ships even if we get don't go onto the Raggaton.

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Xavier Hawthorne and Jayda Wolf are who we are waiting on.

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Post orders usually slow things down even further, in my experience, as waiting for [Player X] to post before [Player Y] can, and then [Player Z] can't post either because of that, it just causes more issues, even if it is orderly. From what I've seen, it's just better to have a policy of "Wait for everyone else to post, or at least a good number of people, before posting again, unless you are only interacting with [x] number of people, in which case you only need to wait for them.

That's just my take on it, up to Bridgeburner to make a policy or not.

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Ana returned the next day, clad in her full battle gear. She was an odd sight to behold, with the strange mix of metal and leather that passed as armor covering her whole body in a way that it would have been impossible to note if she was male or female. The helm she wore was an even odder thing, of a make that was hard to come by in this day and age, or any other day or age, for that matter. No weapon could be seen on her, but the unmistakable form of a sharper hung from her hip, right next to her right hand, where she could grab it and throw it if the need came. Or if she felt that someone was getting too close. Though, considering her getup, not many people were all that willing to come near her. She might as well have had some kind of plague.

As the 9th Squad was called off, Ana watched each one that went up there. They all looked like the typical mercenaries, nothing really of note to someone who wasn't paying all that much attention. Which, she wasn't until she could have sworn her name was called. When no one else stepped forward, she eventually did, casually making her way up there, meeting up with the rest of the squad just before the one she heard was called "Acele" arrived. Not a word was spoken from her, simply she crossed her arms and awaited an order to be given. When it was, she suppressed a groan. If she knew mercenaries, and she did, whatever tavern they were headed to probably served stale piss instead of beer, and smelled about as bad as the swill tasted.

And, just as she had thought, the place they arrived at had just the smell which she had anticipated. Old, partially rundown, and with a smell that made one think that someone had died upstairs, which they probably had. The mugs set around the table were only testaments towards the place's horrible condition. If it had been up to her, she'd have picked a place more reputable. But, then again, most of the people here probably didn't have money to piss away like she did, so no complaints came from her. At least, not yet.

While the sergeant and the other three introduced themselves, Ana pulled off her helmet and sat it down on the table. From one of the folds in the leather of her armor, she produced a match, a pipe, and a small case of tobacco. She shoved some of the tobacco into it, scraped the match against a rough piece of leather on her armor to light it, and then placed the smoking pipe up to her lips and took a long drag of it. Just as she puffed out some smoke, Iver Magsin had finished speaking, and so she took this as an opportunity to introduce herself.

So, she stood, holding the pipe in one hand, allowing the aroma of burning tobacco to fill the air, and looked over the others with a not-so-friendly gaze. "Name's Ana Valerius, raised by merchants and trained by one of the best explosives experts to ever come out of Tysus. I know my way around every sort of bomb you can get, so I don't want to hear a damn word out of anyone if they think I don't know what I'm doing, because I'll plant a burner straight up the first person to say something's ass. And I don't want to hear complaints about the smoke either. Keeps me calm enough to work, so unless you want me to be one of those jittery, insane types that likes to handle the explosives, best to just let me have my smoke in peace."

And with that, she plopped back down in her seat, and shoved the mug away with her free hand. "Oh, and if anyone wants that, take it. I don't drink piss."

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Bridgeburner said
Sucks that we never got a second sapper. Just means more work for Ana!

She wouldn't have shared the bombs anyway.

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Examples

I mean it's just silly.

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On the internet, females are never properly clothed.

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Limit on two mages.
Limit on one healer.
Limit on two sappers.

It's in the opening post. There won't be more. There will either be heavies or marines now.