Briefly glare at AM and melt the metal off with my amp.
[Will:5+1]
[will:1+1]
You stumble about dizzily as the world seems to warp around you, phantom people running in and out of the room, time passing at an amazing rate.
((All ammo is destroyed. The weapon likely is as well. The designer of it, Victor, left the schematics in the armory and VR... we could make more, but well, if it gets hit by a stray bullet...))
((Yeah, magazines that explode on command only sound like a good idea on paper. In practice, for something you have to hold right in front of you to shoot...))
"Well, I guess this is it. Let's get this revolution started."
Anton unslings the Gauss Rifle, swaps the magazine for a full one, and goes to stand ready at the back of the group waiting for the attack order.
Or, well, the defend order. Either or.
Anton, Battle mechanic, loads up and gets ready to fire indiscriminately for the betterment of mankind.
"Ah whatever buy what you think is necessary"
Michael puts the invisibility cloak on fully, ready for the coming combat
You drape the cloak over your head and run around like a light displacing ghost, howling at everyone nearby.
((Now offering bet, will there be more casulties due to enemy action or friendly fire?))
((What do you think?))
Unless you're talking about uranium-tipped rounds, I don't think using thermo-nuclear rounds is something we're up for.
((What?))
"What are you sorry for, Miss Feyri?"
Feyri ruffled Grate's hair as she stood alongside the others after the call was sounded--and after their moment together.
"Personal things, Grate. I should've told you this earlier." But it isn't too late.
Now! Now! Now!
"I mean, I am sorry. I am sorry for thinking that you couldn't handle it."
She looked directly at Grate and abandoned her breach and attack stance, leaning on her rifle.
"Everyone else is scurrying off, leaving you and me and Lyra and probably a few others at the hangar doors. I had committed the most basic failure a leader can commit, and I am shamed by it. I've underestimated my teammates use, and-well, ok, not totally underestimated, but that was the initial thought behind the intent. So..I looked over you two, and was all protective-y. I had thought of giving a speech about the horrors of war and all, as well as the fact that wars only look glamorous on the storyboard or in history class. But not in reality.
"I had hated Steve for what he had done, deep down in the only place where I am 'safe'-in my thoughts of why they were sending children and innocents (yeah, I checked the reason on why you were sent here..sorry)-until I realized that it was his job to watch over us too, no matter how jaded he got. So cue me going into a ponderous mood back on the mission, questioning on why and how we were going to accomplish this, and how to deal with all fronts. It is an easy thing to be a leader, but it isn't easy leading well.
"So cue my own worries plopping up and creating a huge landslide when they shouldn't have. All until that incident. So to cut it short, I am sorry for doubting you and Lyra--both of you deserved far more than that, and I can quite understand now why Steve has such and such an attitude. I should've put more faith on you two.
"...Now you know why I don't want to be a leader, but will take up the mantle only if none other shall. I-I can't do these things right. Hah."
"...It's okay, Miss Feyri." Grate continues huging Feyri, which really should result in a title change.
Don't make me change the title to "Feyri needs android Lov'n"
((Continuing my spree of randomly drawing stuff I come up with, here's a sketch of the Drone Carrier variant of the Modular Combat Suit.
Yes, those are hand lasers. No idea why. And rocket boots. The thing carries all that fuel to keep the drones operational, might as well use it for "leaping tall building in a single bound". ))
(Note to self,
Kidnap Blackmail Threaten commission Sean for art works in future.