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A SKYDIVE OF ROLLY POLLY DEATH?! Sounds like something the GLORIOUS THRALLINDOR STAGHAMMER would do. Can Thrall have his pony, Duff?
I uh... Don't know. A pony is kind of big.
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I uh... Don't know. A pony is kind of big.
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Okay, great. I'll used Thrall then. Is there a brief summary I can follow?
EDIT: Actually, is there a way we can squeeze in an Attilan Rough Rider in there? Ah Nevermind, can't be bothered :P
We landed on the planet, went to a Gallery to find things, we were too loud and the things got away. Then we went to a burning brothel and drove through a riot to find some intel, we got the intel and a chaos medallion eye thing.
Now we're following said intel and going to a factory.
"You know how to use that?"
"Huh?" Galen looked up puzzled, he was getting a lot of attention from these experienced Guardians. "I uh, think so. I read some papers on railgun mechanics in training. My company commander made all the AT guys read it." He began, unholstering his old weapons and placing his new weapons in their place, "He kept on saying, 'that gun is the anti-tank gun of the future. In a year, we would all be lugging around infantry sized rail weapons.' I guess I'm the only once in my unit to use the stuff we read." His voice got quieter near the end, he was looking at the floor. "Anyways," He spoke up, looking up, "I've already got a few ideas of how to-"
He was cut off when the ship suddenly lurched to the side. He grabbed the side of the table and couch to brace himself, knowing that if one shell hit them, there would be more coming. He remembered the storm of flak he saw out of the windows of his dropship before he died. It was kind of like a wild roller coaster, only scarier. The second shell hit the side of the ship, tearing the door out of the hull. There was a deafening roar as the ship decompressed, Galen saw his squad leader fly out of the hole where the door used to be.
“EVERYONE OUT!"
By now the ship had equalized more, Galen quickly got up, ran towards the hole and leapt out. Remembering his HALO jump training, he splayed out his arms and legs in the correct manner, as he was in freefall. He then noticed he had no altimeter, or parachute. "Cryptid! Altitude!" He yelled. That familiar robotic voice spoke up in his head, giving him his current altitude. He was sure he was at terminal velocity by now, and that he didn't have much time. "I don't have a chute!"
"Oh you'll be fine." She replied.
"I- What?! Uh, okay!" He nervously said, looking back down at the approaching ground. Just before hitting the ground, he attempted the PLF technique. Turning himself upright, once his feet landed, he threw himself sideways, trying to distribute the shock of the landing between his feet, calf, thigh, hip, then back. Which didn't end very well, once he was on the floor, his feet and back were in pain. He grunted and did his best to keep himself silent, not wanting to give his position away.
"See, fine." Cryptid appeared in front of him,
"I think my le-"
"You have some pretty bad fractures your legs and ribs. Your suit absorbed much of the shock."
"Shit, that's going to make my job a lot harder." Galen thought about rolling over to crawl, but opted against it at the time.
"I can fix you." Cryptid replied. Before Galen could get a 'what' out, Cryptid floated upwards and a wide beam of light shot out from her eye, going over Galens body. He grit his teeth and felt needles all over his legs and side. Then, the feeling was gone. He slowly got up and stretched, testing his body.
"Well... That was unpleasant." He muttered, "Cryptid?" She appeared in front of him, "Stay hidden, less chance of us being seen." She nodded and disappeared once more. Galen grabbed his SUROS Regime and took a few steps, almost into view of a Fallen patrol. Luckily he ducked behind a dead tree before they spotted him. They were on the hunt. In a few seconds, something had grabbed their attention, and they darted away. Galen peeked out and counted six of them as they were running. "I'd rather not follow them..." He muttered, and he started to carefully walk in the other direction.
"There is an ice storm thing coming soon. We should find shelter." Cryptid spoke up,
"A blizzard?" Galen corrected,
"Yeah, an ice storm." She said, Galen turned around when he heard faint gunfire where that Fallen patrol was heading too. "I'm getting a message from Andromedai, I have her location." A navpoint appeared in Galen's heads up display, and he began to travel towards the beacon.
...
A prone Galen peeked over a small hill, seeing the wreckage of the ship they came in. He saw a distinctly two armed figure near the ship, and a distinctly four armed figure standing near the two armed figure. Must be Andromedai and Kazik, he thought, judging by their non-hostile body language. He glanced down at his SUROS Regime to check its compass before opening his communications.
"Friendly coming in from east north east." He spoke quietly, but just loud enough for Andromedai and Kazik to hear, once he was sure they were looking in his direction, he pulled out his flashlight and flashed it twice. He waited a second, then got up into a crouch started moving to them, careful not to kick anything or step on anything loud. Once he got to their position, he knelt down on one knee and put the buttstock of his SUROS Regime on his knee, resting the firearm. He gave a quick salute to Andromedai and nodded to Kazik, "Galen Vassar, in one piece, ammo good."
After he gave that quick update to Andromedai, he moved behind a piece of wrecked shuttle keeping himself in cover. He shouldered his rifle to be at the ready in case any more hostiles came over, keeping his eyes on the horizon.
"Huh?" Galen looked up puzzled, he was getting a lot of attention from these experienced Guardians. "I uh, think so. I read some papers on railgun mechanics in training. My company commander made all the AT guys read it." He began, unholstering his old weapons and placing his new weapons in their place, "He kept on saying, 'that gun is the anti-tank gun of the future. In a year, we would all be lugging around infantry sized rail weapons.' I guess I'm the only once in my unit to use the stuff we read." His voice got quieter near the end, he was looking at the floor. "Anyways," He spoke up, looking up, "I've already got a few ideas of how to-"
He was cut off when the ship suddenly lurched to the side. He grabbed the side of the table and couch to brace himself, knowing that if one shell hit them, there would be more coming. He remembered the storm of flak he saw out of the windows of his dropship before he died. It was kind of like a wild roller coaster, only scarier. The second shell hit the side of the ship, tearing the door out of the hull. There was a deafening roar as the ship decompressed, Galen saw his squad leader fly out of the hole where the door used to be.
“EVERYONE OUT!"
By now the ship had equalized more, Galen quickly got up, ran towards the hole and leapt out. Remembering his HALO jump training, he splayed out his arms and legs in the correct manner, as he was in freefall. He then noticed he had no altimeter, or parachute. "Cryptid! Altitude!" He yelled. That familiar robotic voice spoke up in his head, giving him his current altitude. He was sure he was at terminal velocity by now, and that he didn't have much time. "I don't have a chute!"
"Oh you'll be fine." She replied.
"I- What?! Uh, okay!" He nervously said, looking back down at the approaching ground. Just before hitting the ground, he attempted the PLF technique. Turning himself upright, once his feet landed, he threw himself sideways, trying to distribute the shock of the landing between his feet, calf, thigh, hip, then back. Which didn't end very well, once he was on the floor, his feet and back were in pain. He grunted and did his best to keep himself silent, not wanting to give his position away.
"See, fine." Cryptid appeared in front of him,
"I think my le-"
"You have some pretty bad fractures your legs and ribs. Your suit absorbed much of the shock."
"Shit, that's going to make my job a lot harder." Galen thought about rolling over to crawl, but opted against it at the time.
"I can fix you." Cryptid replied. Before Galen could get a 'what' out, Cryptid floated upwards and a wide beam of light shot out from her eye, going over Galens body. He grit his teeth and felt needles all over his legs and side. Then, the feeling was gone. He slowly got up and stretched, testing his body.
"Well... That was unpleasant." He muttered, "Cryptid?" She appeared in front of him, "Stay hidden, less chance of us being seen." She nodded and disappeared once more. Galen grabbed his SUROS Regime and took a few steps, almost into view of a Fallen patrol. Luckily he ducked behind a dead tree before they spotted him. They were on the hunt. In a few seconds, something had grabbed their attention, and they darted away. Galen peeked out and counted six of them as they were running. "I'd rather not follow them..." He muttered, and he started to carefully walk in the other direction.
"There is an ice storm thing coming soon. We should find shelter." Cryptid spoke up,
"A blizzard?" Galen corrected,
"Yeah, an ice storm." She said, Galen turned around when he heard faint gunfire where that Fallen patrol was heading too. "I'm getting a message from Andromedai, I have her location." A navpoint appeared in Galen's heads up display, and he began to travel towards the beacon.
...
A prone Galen peeked over a small hill, seeing the wreckage of the ship they came in. He saw a distinctly two armed figure near the ship, and a distinctly four armed figure standing near the two armed figure. Must be Andromedai and Kazik, he thought, judging by their non-hostile body language. He glanced down at his SUROS Regime to check its compass before opening his communications.
"Friendly coming in from east north east." He spoke quietly, but just loud enough for Andromedai and Kazik to hear, once he was sure they were looking in his direction, he pulled out his flashlight and flashed it twice. He waited a second, then got up into a crouch started moving to them, careful not to kick anything or step on anything loud. Once he got to their position, he knelt down on one knee and put the buttstock of his SUROS Regime on his knee, resting the firearm. He gave a quick salute to Andromedai and nodded to Kazik, "Galen Vassar, in one piece, ammo good."
After he gave that quick update to Andromedai, he moved behind a piece of wrecked shuttle keeping himself in cover. He shouldered his rifle to be at the ready in case any more hostiles came over, keeping his eyes on the horizon.
“We have not only the Imperial Guard, but also Space Marines and a group of Lord Admirals Battleships coming to assist us? I can contact the Adepta Sororitas to send us additional Sisters to assist us if you require Zhevon, fighting threats like this is what we do best.” Aviza spoke up, offering the aid of her Order. She climbed into the Valkyrie.
"No, not yet. Maybe tell them that I may require their assistance soon, but we don't want to broadcast that we're about to do something big. The reinforcements coming in are under the guise of a force coming to finish off the Ork threat once and for all on the agriworld." He explained, "If there's a way to prepare the Sororitas without warning everyone on the planet of our intent..." He trailed off, leaving everyone else to finish the thought, and perhaps come up with an idea.
"If the owner is gone, what's the reason for traveling to the factory?" Adrianne asked, having gotten into the Valkyrie already, "Do we suspect the factory to be a mere cover-up for some other illegal activity? Are we looking for notes, databanks or communication collections?"
Once everyone was in, Zhevon closed the Valkyrie doors and replied as he was getting back to his seat. "We're looking for anything of use, what you mention would be very useful, but even if we find nothing, we would have found something out." He took his backpack off and set it on his lap. He then just noticed a bullet hole in the side of it, opening the pack, he took out his thermis and shook it. It rattled, evidently catching the bullet from before. He growled quietly and opened it, emptying what little tea was left and the bullet onto the floor of the Valkyrie.
Adrianne then moved into the cockpit, and Aviza went over her previous flight experience. To which Zhevon replied, "As long as we don't end up crashing." He went back to orchestrating how the Imperium would respond to a worst case scenario.
The factory was surprisingly larger than expected, since its only known purpose was to manufacture and pack boxed meals. Even from a distance, one could tell that the factory was several stories tall, 7 stories, for the main factory section. With most likely a basement of some sorts. There was a taller section of the factory, likely where the offices were for the paper pushers and the overseer.
The Factory was a distance away from the main city, on the outskirts. Several factories surrounded it, but they were likely making something else, such as toys or souvenirs.
As soon as they were close, Zhevon opened the vox to the two pilots, "Take us down somewhere in walking distance to the Factory, I'm not too picky, get the best parking spot. Once landed, stack up on the nearest entrance. Let's try infiltration again, we don't know whats in that factory."
"No, not yet. Maybe tell them that I may require their assistance soon, but we don't want to broadcast that we're about to do something big. The reinforcements coming in are under the guise of a force coming to finish off the Ork threat once and for all on the agriworld." He explained, "If there's a way to prepare the Sororitas without warning everyone on the planet of our intent..." He trailed off, leaving everyone else to finish the thought, and perhaps come up with an idea.
"If the owner is gone, what's the reason for traveling to the factory?" Adrianne asked, having gotten into the Valkyrie already, "Do we suspect the factory to be a mere cover-up for some other illegal activity? Are we looking for notes, databanks or communication collections?"
Once everyone was in, Zhevon closed the Valkyrie doors and replied as he was getting back to his seat. "We're looking for anything of use, what you mention would be very useful, but even if we find nothing, we would have found something out." He took his backpack off and set it on his lap. He then just noticed a bullet hole in the side of it, opening the pack, he took out his thermis and shook it. It rattled, evidently catching the bullet from before. He growled quietly and opened it, emptying what little tea was left and the bullet onto the floor of the Valkyrie.
Adrianne then moved into the cockpit, and Aviza went over her previous flight experience. To which Zhevon replied, "As long as we don't end up crashing." He went back to orchestrating how the Imperium would respond to a worst case scenario.
The Factory
The factory was surprisingly larger than expected, since its only known purpose was to manufacture and pack boxed meals. Even from a distance, one could tell that the factory was several stories tall, 7 stories, for the main factory section. With most likely a basement of some sorts. There was a taller section of the factory, likely where the offices were for the paper pushers and the overseer.
The Factory was a distance away from the main city, on the outskirts. Several factories surrounded it, but they were likely making something else, such as toys or souvenirs.
As soon as they were close, Zhevon opened the vox to the two pilots, "Take us down somewhere in walking distance to the Factory, I'm not too picky, get the best parking spot. Once landed, stack up on the nearest entrance. Let's try infiltration again, we don't know whats in that factory."
It is my belief that many of our previous members had been swallowed by the warp.
New character if you wish, or you could use Thrall. There's always going to be a way to enter the RP at any time. Except for the next act, that will be kind of difficult for new people to enter.
Heh, heh. I've never been in this Rp before, ah heh heh heh.... Um, sorry about that. Yeah.... So, is there a way I can come back into this Rp using a new character or using Thrall?
New character if you wish, or you could use Thrall. There's always going to be a way to enter the RP at any time. Except for the next act, that will be kind of difficult for new people to enter.
-Looks at inactive roster-
Lots of people got swallowed by the warp.
Occupational hazard.
Lots of people got swallowed by the warp.
Occupational hazard.
Zhevon looked around and checked on the status of everyone. The new arrival, Echo appeared to be fine, while his Mastiff only suffered minor damage. Stukov appeared less than healthy, but still alive, hopping through a window of the brothel. He made mention of a piece of debris that had nearly killed him, his armor saving him.
"Thanks, I'm fine." Adrianne reported, getting up and dusting herself off. "Inquisitor, you shouldn't have... I mean, if we were to lose you, it would,- "
She was interrupted by Stukov, saying that she had found something in the Brothel. Zhevon had an eyebrow raised, having nothing to say to Adrianne. The object she found was more concerning. When she pulled the medallion out, its singular eye fixated at the Inquisitor. Zhevon narrowed his eyes. He had seen his fair share of Chaos artifacts, and he was seen another like this one before, years ago, before he was an Inquisitor. The more they looked at each other the more Zhevon found his mind wandering, the Medallion casting its shadow over Zhevon, who was attempting to remember the shape and make of the artifact he had seen before. In seconds he Zhevon found himself thinking about thoughts and feelings he had cast aside for duty and training. When Adrianne covered the eye, Zhevon felt a pain in his chest, similar to a man losing his first love. But he knew better, and mentally thanked his Psyker. He cleared his throat quietly as Adrianne began to explain the medallions purpose.
"Do you wish to hold it?" She asked,
Zhevon shook his head, "I'd rather not. The last time I held an artifact like that, I found myself in a spot of trouble, to which even today I am feeling the effects of." The gears of his mind began to churn, when Aviza landed the Valkyrie and appeared.
The instant she saw the metal object, she looked at Adrianne. "That artifact must be covered at all times or destroyed Adrainne. We may have just given ourselves away to the forces of Chaos Adrianne. If we have made such a mistake, this world will burn and countless lives and souls will be lost in their wake as they search for us." She turned to Zhevon, “We have to rid ourselves of this artifact as soon as possible, this simple medallion could quite literally cause untold amounts of death and suffering on a scale of which even generations of the yet unborn will cry out in anguish for all eternity.”
Zhevon rubbed the side of his helmet through his hood, "I know what these artifacts are capable of, but... If wha-"
"Psyker witch!" Echo yelled out, now in a combat stance. Zhevon was prepared to explain that Adrianne was in his retinue, but Aviza was quicker. Essentially explaining what he was about to explain, albeit with an additional threat at the end of the explanation. Before Echo could could charge or stand down, Adrianne deescalated the situation. Placing the medallion in a containment bag and introducing herself.
She then turned to Zhevon, "The newcomer's sensitivity towards warp touched artifacts is a good indication that he will make a viable addition to our Inquisitorial cohort. His piety will be useful for rooting out the followers of chaos on this world."
Zhevon nodded in agreement, "Actually I was going to let him in because he has a maul. I've always wanted to try one of those."
When Stukov spoke up about the possible leads that could be found by investigating the Brothel, Zhevon contacted Alpha. Who made him wait several minutes.
Then he spoke into everyone's voxes, including the newcomers, Echo's vox.
"Heard you guys had a new arrival, an Echo Nurian. Welcome to the team, don't die. Now then, I've been working on trying to dig up some intel on this brothel. Unfortunately the guy has covered his tracks very well, if there have been any tracks. Everything appears fairly normal, sales, marketing, whatever. Now the owner, a 'Tortus Abajian', does not exist.
This Tortus character owns this brothel, and a few other miscellaneous stores. A small shop, a gift store, a few others. He also owns a medium sized factory producing and assembling boxed breakfast, lunch and dinners. I've had a few from this factory before, and they check out. 100% Imperium authorized food, no poisons, no nothing. I know because I'm not dead yet, and I've did a few blood tests when I found out. I'll have a map compiled and prepped for your guys' review when you get back to a safehouse. Now, I can only do so much at the front of a cogitator. Like Mr. Nurian said, I can pull up a list of workers and customers from the brothel and question them to see if we can get anything from that, while you guys check out these other places that this Tortus guy is owning."
Zhevon nodded and spoke up after Alpha, "Since we're doing updates, I've made a few calls about our big Daemon problem. Right now there are three regiments of Guard fighting an Ork Waaagh on an Agriworld about two systems over. They're assisted by two companies of Space Marines, whom I've called over before we landed on here. The rest of their Chapter is en-route now, with an additional five regiments of Imperial Guard. Captain Horner called his old Battlefleet and convinced the Lord Admiral to move a battlegroup of ships closer to Friere II just in case."
"Also thought you might want to know, Inquisitor Cattleya has arrived and is currently assisting Gregor in the north islands investigation. She sends her regards." Alpha added,
"...Ah. Yeah, that too." Zhevon meekly replied, looking at the ground. He almost heard his grin. He cleared his throat, getting his more authoritative voice going, "Let's hit the factory first. Bigger target means bigger rewards, mount up!" He said, briskly walking to the Valkyrie and stepping onto it.
"Thanks, I'm fine." Adrianne reported, getting up and dusting herself off. "Inquisitor, you shouldn't have... I mean, if we were to lose you, it would,- "
She was interrupted by Stukov, saying that she had found something in the Brothel. Zhevon had an eyebrow raised, having nothing to say to Adrianne. The object she found was more concerning. When she pulled the medallion out, its singular eye fixated at the Inquisitor. Zhevon narrowed his eyes. He had seen his fair share of Chaos artifacts, and he was seen another like this one before, years ago, before he was an Inquisitor. The more they looked at each other the more Zhevon found his mind wandering, the Medallion casting its shadow over Zhevon, who was attempting to remember the shape and make of the artifact he had seen before. In seconds he Zhevon found himself thinking about thoughts and feelings he had cast aside for duty and training. When Adrianne covered the eye, Zhevon felt a pain in his chest, similar to a man losing his first love. But he knew better, and mentally thanked his Psyker. He cleared his throat quietly as Adrianne began to explain the medallions purpose.
"Do you wish to hold it?" She asked,
Zhevon shook his head, "I'd rather not. The last time I held an artifact like that, I found myself in a spot of trouble, to which even today I am feeling the effects of." The gears of his mind began to churn, when Aviza landed the Valkyrie and appeared.
The instant she saw the metal object, she looked at Adrianne. "That artifact must be covered at all times or destroyed Adrainne. We may have just given ourselves away to the forces of Chaos Adrianne. If we have made such a mistake, this world will burn and countless lives and souls will be lost in their wake as they search for us." She turned to Zhevon, “We have to rid ourselves of this artifact as soon as possible, this simple medallion could quite literally cause untold amounts of death and suffering on a scale of which even generations of the yet unborn will cry out in anguish for all eternity.”
Zhevon rubbed the side of his helmet through his hood, "I know what these artifacts are capable of, but... If wha-"
"Psyker witch!" Echo yelled out, now in a combat stance. Zhevon was prepared to explain that Adrianne was in his retinue, but Aviza was quicker. Essentially explaining what he was about to explain, albeit with an additional threat at the end of the explanation. Before Echo could could charge or stand down, Adrianne deescalated the situation. Placing the medallion in a containment bag and introducing herself.
She then turned to Zhevon, "The newcomer's sensitivity towards warp touched artifacts is a good indication that he will make a viable addition to our Inquisitorial cohort. His piety will be useful for rooting out the followers of chaos on this world."
Zhevon nodded in agreement, "Actually I was going to let him in because he has a maul. I've always wanted to try one of those."
When Stukov spoke up about the possible leads that could be found by investigating the Brothel, Zhevon contacted Alpha. Who made him wait several minutes.
Then he spoke into everyone's voxes, including the newcomers, Echo's vox.
"Heard you guys had a new arrival, an Echo Nurian. Welcome to the team, don't die. Now then, I've been working on trying to dig up some intel on this brothel. Unfortunately the guy has covered his tracks very well, if there have been any tracks. Everything appears fairly normal, sales, marketing, whatever. Now the owner, a 'Tortus Abajian', does not exist.
This Tortus character owns this brothel, and a few other miscellaneous stores. A small shop, a gift store, a few others. He also owns a medium sized factory producing and assembling boxed breakfast, lunch and dinners. I've had a few from this factory before, and they check out. 100% Imperium authorized food, no poisons, no nothing. I know because I'm not dead yet, and I've did a few blood tests when I found out. I'll have a map compiled and prepped for your guys' review when you get back to a safehouse. Now, I can only do so much at the front of a cogitator. Like Mr. Nurian said, I can pull up a list of workers and customers from the brothel and question them to see if we can get anything from that, while you guys check out these other places that this Tortus guy is owning."
Zhevon nodded and spoke up after Alpha, "Since we're doing updates, I've made a few calls about our big Daemon problem. Right now there are three regiments of Guard fighting an Ork Waaagh on an Agriworld about two systems over. They're assisted by two companies of Space Marines, whom I've called over before we landed on here. The rest of their Chapter is en-route now, with an additional five regiments of Imperial Guard. Captain Horner called his old Battlefleet and convinced the Lord Admiral to move a battlegroup of ships closer to Friere II just in case."
"Also thought you might want to know, Inquisitor Cattleya has arrived and is currently assisting Gregor in the north islands investigation. She sends her regards." Alpha added,
"...Ah. Yeah, that too." Zhevon meekly replied, looking at the ground. He almost heard his grin. He cleared his throat, getting his more authoritative voice going, "Let's hit the factory first. Bigger target means bigger rewards, mount up!" He said, briskly walking to the Valkyrie and stepping onto it.
Whenever you guys post multiple times, leaving Zhevon out, don't worry, there's always something for him to do behind the scenes.
@switch01
If you're going, we always have a spot for you if you want to come back.
@switch01
If you're going, we always have a spot for you if you want to come back.
So...
Anyone want to post?
Or am I going to
Anyone want to post?
Or am I going to
After a few moments, Aiden-12 came back with a futuristic rifle, "Here, use this. You might have seen a few guardians with it in the Tower. It's an old SUROS weapon called the Regime, went out of production a long time ago. It's one of the best auto rifles you'll ever find. Smart matter, too. Whenever you aim down sights, the bullets shift caliber. Fires slower, but hits a hell of a lot harder."
Galen caught the rifle and examined it closely, "Of course, SUROS can't compare to Omolon. It should serve you well enough, though, so have fun with it."
Galen let out a low whistle, this was far more advanced than anything he had ever used before. He noted an ammunition counter, meaning he didn't have to load tracers at the bottom of his magazines anymore, a compass of some sorts, and even bar graphs at the bottom of the electronic suite. "I can expect the caliber change to be a bit jarring at first, but I'll get used to it. Thanks." He said. Their squad leader appeared and sat down on the couch. Galen didn't pay much attention however, he was busy learning his new SUROS Regime. Where the safety was, what everything did, reloading and unloading the gun. Until she tapped him on the back, “Those are for you so you can enter the game, no need to pay me back.”
Galen looked at her, then at the table, finding ten strange coins in front of him. He set his SUROS Regime down between his legs, and picked one up. It was... Strange. It was warm to the touch and vibrated slightly. "Thanks. I'd rather keep these in a bank or something." He said, putting eight in one of his many pouches. "But I'll leave two out to play."
[Timeskip - 2 Hours Later]
Galen found himself winning quite a bit. He shrugged. "Me and the guys used to play this a lot back in basic. I've gotten kind of good at it." He began to count the coins and stow them away when Andro suggested a new game. Galen shook his head, declining the offer to play. He knew what this game was, having played a few times in his youth. The game was as ancient as he was, and the last thing he needed was to have his cheeks hurting from laughter during a mission. He was content with counting his new earnings, although he wasn't sure of the value of these strange coins. He saw Kazik drinking some tea, and Galen wondered if Fallen had tea of their own. He played with the thought of what kind of cuisine Fallen had, what kind of art or music.
Spectre turned to him, "Hey kid, sorry if I rambled their. Your new right? Technically it's against Vanguard code to give rookies high grade gear."
"R-Really?" Galen stammered, getting a little nervous. He never enjoyed getting chewed out by the Drill Sergeants, and if he broke some equipment rules, the Quartermasters would undoubtedly tear him a new one.
Spectre just smiled. "But Hunters aren't exactly the most keen on rules. So you can have something Holiday and I scrapped together, never been tested but I figure if your about anti-armor this is the toy for you." His Ghost summoned a strange weapon, at first glance Galen thought it was some sort of beam weapon. As Spectre introduced it, he learned its name, The Sleeper Simulant, and what it was. A handheld Railgun. An Anti-Armor troopers wet dream. During his time, handheld railguns weren't a thing, but speculation gave it a very good reputation, even before its introduction to the armed forces. Spectre patted Galen on the shoulder and told him to take care of it before moving to speak to Kazik.
"Uh, yeah." Galen replied quietly, with the Sleeping Simulant on his lap. He was speechless. Railguns supposedly had unparalleled armor penetration, with none of the drawbacks that HEAT warheads had. While shaped charges were excellent at armor penetration, once they penetrated the first layer of armor, their effectiveness was reduced immensely, making spaced armor an effective deterrent to shaped charges. A Railgun, firing a solid slug, would not have that weakness. A solid projectile, while having its velocity reduced after penetrating the first layer of armor, would still have enough energy to go through a second, or even third layer of armor. The only worry that Galen had was reduced spalling effects and overpenetration, but those could be resolved by good aim. He carefully picked it up and examined the railgun, studying it in the same way he studied his new SUROS Regime.
Galen caught the rifle and examined it closely, "Of course, SUROS can't compare to Omolon. It should serve you well enough, though, so have fun with it."
Galen let out a low whistle, this was far more advanced than anything he had ever used before. He noted an ammunition counter, meaning he didn't have to load tracers at the bottom of his magazines anymore, a compass of some sorts, and even bar graphs at the bottom of the electronic suite. "I can expect the caliber change to be a bit jarring at first, but I'll get used to it. Thanks." He said. Their squad leader appeared and sat down on the couch. Galen didn't pay much attention however, he was busy learning his new SUROS Regime. Where the safety was, what everything did, reloading and unloading the gun. Until she tapped him on the back, “Those are for you so you can enter the game, no need to pay me back.”
Galen looked at her, then at the table, finding ten strange coins in front of him. He set his SUROS Regime down between his legs, and picked one up. It was... Strange. It was warm to the touch and vibrated slightly. "Thanks. I'd rather keep these in a bank or something." He said, putting eight in one of his many pouches. "But I'll leave two out to play."
[Timeskip - 2 Hours Later]
Galen found himself winning quite a bit. He shrugged. "Me and the guys used to play this a lot back in basic. I've gotten kind of good at it." He began to count the coins and stow them away when Andro suggested a new game. Galen shook his head, declining the offer to play. He knew what this game was, having played a few times in his youth. The game was as ancient as he was, and the last thing he needed was to have his cheeks hurting from laughter during a mission. He was content with counting his new earnings, although he wasn't sure of the value of these strange coins. He saw Kazik drinking some tea, and Galen wondered if Fallen had tea of their own. He played with the thought of what kind of cuisine Fallen had, what kind of art or music.
Spectre turned to him, "Hey kid, sorry if I rambled their. Your new right? Technically it's against Vanguard code to give rookies high grade gear."
"R-Really?" Galen stammered, getting a little nervous. He never enjoyed getting chewed out by the Drill Sergeants, and if he broke some equipment rules, the Quartermasters would undoubtedly tear him a new one.
Spectre just smiled. "But Hunters aren't exactly the most keen on rules. So you can have something Holiday and I scrapped together, never been tested but I figure if your about anti-armor this is the toy for you." His Ghost summoned a strange weapon, at first glance Galen thought it was some sort of beam weapon. As Spectre introduced it, he learned its name, The Sleeper Simulant, and what it was. A handheld Railgun. An Anti-Armor troopers wet dream. During his time, handheld railguns weren't a thing, but speculation gave it a very good reputation, even before its introduction to the armed forces. Spectre patted Galen on the shoulder and told him to take care of it before moving to speak to Kazik.
"Uh, yeah." Galen replied quietly, with the Sleeping Simulant on his lap. He was speechless. Railguns supposedly had unparalleled armor penetration, with none of the drawbacks that HEAT warheads had. While shaped charges were excellent at armor penetration, once they penetrated the first layer of armor, their effectiveness was reduced immensely, making spaced armor an effective deterrent to shaped charges. A Railgun, firing a solid slug, would not have that weakness. A solid projectile, while having its velocity reduced after penetrating the first layer of armor, would still have enough energy to go through a second, or even third layer of armor. The only worry that Galen had was reduced spalling effects and overpenetration, but those could be resolved by good aim. He carefully picked it up and examined the railgun, studying it in the same way he studied his new SUROS Regime.
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