((Ah, I see. I was basing my turret as open to the rest of the hull, but your idea of what I meant makes more sense. Automated loading it is, when I get back to Tinker after this trial.))
Gunner, I think I don't really need to point out targets of opportunity quite yet, you have free reign. Although, one direction, fire deep into the Altered horde, not the front line. I don't want us to vaporize too many of our boys out there. These are your new standing orders, to be followed until I say otherwise.
Driver, back off 100 meters at full speed, we're a little too close to the front for my liking. This thing may be heavily armored, but our cannons are not that effective at close range.
The tank rumbles backward as the cannons both fire into the far distance, detonating somewhere deep in the ranks of the altered. By the light of the sudden nuclear sunrise you can make out something very large in the distance. In fact, lots of very large things, a veritable mountain of flesh closing from the distance. You're enthralled by the rather terrifying sight of a living, hostile, mountain range and only notice the fact that the front line has broken just before a horde of altered spill over you.
Switch the lights on and look around (attempt concentrate your vision on the surroundings if it's still hazy). Try to get hold of the gun (with the healthy arm) once more if it's nearby.
Looks like I'll need to devise a way to strap it onto one of my arms. Hmmm, maybe even bolt it in place. Nikitian chuckles as he quitely talks to himself in a ((moderately? slightly?)) pained voice.
((How are the painkillers faring? I'm not sure about the level of pain since I didn't get the roll this time - does it mean that currently I'm quite numb to it, courtesy of that 6 from before, or was there a hidden roll of 1 and because of that I'm currently unconscious (or outright dead)? ))
(The suit's automated systems will stop you from feeling pain, at least enough pain to cause you problems. You don't get endurance rolls for pain with it.)
You pull yourself up and turn on your lights. There are men scattered all around you, some alive, most dead. The "room" is a great meaty sack of sorts, with no exits, besides the mouth, that you can see. You sweep your lights around, looking for your weapon but it seems like its lost somewhere in that pile of men.
Slug him in the face.
[dex:6]
[Man dex:5]
You swing and he dodges, your blow misses as he steps away, leaving you both separated by several feet.
[Dex:1]
[Man dex:2]
The man charges at you, attempting to tackle you but misses, flying past you helplessly. Despite being in no danger you throw yourself backwards in an awkward dodge and end up flat on your back.
That chest plate is gonna give you the capacity to take a gauss round straight to the chest and keep going, as well as surviving up to a minute of concentrated laser rifle fire.
((Sweet. So an overall nice chestplate. Will the price be 2 or 3 tokens?))
Lets go 3.
Computer/electronic progamming. Read on those.
Where would you like to look for such materials?
"Steve, is there some way to work out and train my muscles for a bit? Maybe a VR program? My muscles have grown weak on me over time"
>VR machine would only work your Virtual muscles. Try fighting someone in the sparing ring.
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