Quintillus takes a flying leap onto the sled seconds after he sees the sniper fall and after bursting through the hatch he brings his vibro sword down on the first crewmember he sees in a fit of bloodlust roaring mindlessly as he does so.
enter vehicle, murder crew
[3] You scramble clumsily atop the sled and do your best to keep from flying off when it jolts into motion. The wind whistles in your ears as the sled roars across the desert. You get low so as not to be swept off the vehicle and crawl hand-for-hand until you reach the hatch. You watch helplessly as one of the women wrestles with a grim faced engineer.
Sniper down, good. Armored carrier, not so good. Cannot implant javelin, no wheels.
No, too dangerous. Must stop its mobility.
"Everyone get on it!"
Hop onto APC-ish thing, locate entrance, try to pry it open with javelin. If not, then at least make noise to...fool them in discerning where our locations are...on it.
[5] You take a flying leap and land deftly upon the hull of the sled. You look down, finding the hatch directly between your legs, and pull whats left of the sniper out of the vehicle and roll him over the side of the bulkhead face first into the sand. You sling the dead man's rifle across your back for safekeeping and turn your attention back to the matters at hand. The sled rumbles to life and jumps forward. [4] You quickly hook your toes into some nearby convenient handholds and easily maintain your position over the recessed cupola. [3] You see a gloved hand reach for the handle to the hatch from the darkened interior of the carrier and pin it in place using the shaft of your javelin. A dark-skinned engineer in heavy coveralls rises from within and emits a low growl. [6] A plasma torch sparks to life in his off hand.
If it’s good enough for Croquettius it’s good enough for me, reflected Astria, thinking back to the heroes of old she was taught about at school. Croquettius was a semi-legendary figure from the golden age: it was said that once he had singlehandedly destroyed an entire legion of enemy armoured vehicles. And as every child knew, that godly rampage had started by climbing into an enemy tank and tearing apart the crew in vicious and gruesome hand to hand fighting.
”For Rome!” she cried, leaping onto the crude enemy contraption. ”Gosh!”
Waiting for her companions to ring the bell, she readied her pistol to take down the first thing that answered the door.
An excitable blood-lust flushed into her eyes. She seemed perhaps very slightly less pale than a few moments ago.
Leap onto the vehicle. Cover our forced entry with my pistol. Shoot the first enemy in sight, preferably in the face.
[6] You run across the sand and jump up onto
one of the steel vanes that directs the engine's exhaust. [1] The vehicle lurches forward, pulling the platform out from beneath you and blasting you with 2000 degree exhaust fumes. Your entire body is covered in burns, such that your consciousness doesn't even register that you're dead until its already too late.
Cassia grinned. "Knew I could hit that shot! Hey, wait... that thing's starting up!" Even though she was aware she probably couldn't make it there, she started charging for the vehicle anyway in a desperate attempt to catch up.
(I would take a shot at it with my cannon, but I don't want to risk hitting a teammate... or the engine, since if we can capture this thing that would be pretty impressive to our commanders at the fort we're going to. >.>)
You run towards the vehicle as three of your companions leap onto it. One of them immediately loses her balance as the sled comes under power and she tumbles backwards and hits the sand hard. You're puzzled at the fact that she doesn't seem to be moving.
SeriousConcentrate - Cassia Barbatius
Appearance: Cassia is a short woman who looks to be in her young to middle twenties. Her hair is black, long, and wavy. Usually, all of it but a few bangs to frame the left side of her face is kept back in a thick braid, secured every three twists or so with leather bands. Her face is heart-shaped and seems to emphasize her large, dark brown eyes. Her skin is a light brown in color and generally unblemished by the rigors of combat. In short, she looks every bit the bright, chipper, fresh-faced rookie who has no idea what they're in for that she actually is.
Gender: Female
Strength (STR): 1
Dexterity (DEX): 5
Constitution (CON): 3
Intelligence (INT): 1
Charisma (CHA): 0
Inventory: Com-Link, 9mm Pistol, Rations
Status: Wearing a synthetic tunic and a matching belt with a pistol shoved into it. Carrying a knapsack containing rations. Wearing a Com-Link on your left ear.
Implants:
Second-Hand Repulser (Free)
Auto-Cannon - Left Arm (CON)
Tiruin - Alia Tenryn
Appearance - Standing at the height of 5'4", Alia is a human of Asian descent; with light brown skin and jet black hair falling as far as her arm. She seems scrawny and thin, petite in figure but has a strange curved tattoo on her right wrist.
Gender: Female
Strength (STR): 1
Dexterity (DEX): 1
Constitution (CON): 0
Intelligence (INT): 5
Charisma (CHA): 3
Inventory: Com-Link, Three (3) Heavy Javelins, Rations
Status: Wearing a synthetic tunic and a matching leather belt. Carrying a knapsack containing rations and a large makeshift sleeve containing two heavy javelins. Wearing a Com-Link on your left ear. Holding a heavy javelin in one hand.
Implants (one INT/free implant remaining):
IN Corpore Sanare (free/INT) - Derived from the ancient language of Latin, this technically means Healing in the body. This customized implant was designed to speed up the rate of healing - and included, the metabolism of the user - to 'patch up wounds as fast as lightning', as the commons say.
It passively reduces healing duration by one turn.
NRDL - James "Jim" Sejanus
Appearance - Tall, of medium build, with sleek black hair, very short, very smooth. Black eyes, a dark, angular face, and rounded ears.
Gender - Male
Strength (STR): 2
Dexterity (DEX): 3
Constitution (CON): 2
Intelligence (INT): 2
Charisma (CHA):1
Inventory: Com-Link, Vibro-Sword, Titanium Shield, Rations
Status: Wearing a dark red synthetic tunic and a matching leather belt, a Vibro-Sword hanging from it within its dark leather scabbard. Carrying a knapsack containing rations. Wearing a Com-Link on your left ear. A Titanium Shield is strapped to your left arm.
Implants (one free implant remaining):
N/A
Unholy_Pariah - Quintillius Vikus
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'4", brown hair and eyes, white skin, entire body riddled with scars.
Strength (STR): 2
Dexterity (DEX): 2
Constitution (CON): 4
Intelligence (INT): 2
Charisma (CHA): 0
Inventory: Com-Link, Titanium Breastplate, Vibro-Sword, Rations
Status: Wearing a synthetic tunic with a titanium breastplate covering his chest, and a matching belt with a vibro-sword strapped to it. Carrying a knapsack containing rations. Wearing a Com-Link on your left ear.
Implants:
Stiff Shell (Free)
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Topic: Legion 2240 A.D. - Never Google "Fourth Degree Burns" (Read 9279 times)