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[Maximum Spin]

I think it’s Egan’s turn?

It is, yes. I think he should shoot the tracks, if he's at a loss for ideas.

[Egan_BW]

Ugh, I gave an action already. If there isn't a glowing weakspot for some reason can I at least aim center mass for the whole barn in general? Not like I've been having impressive accuracy so far and i don't give a damn which car i hit.

[Stirk]

Ugh, I gave an action already. If there isn't a glowing weakspot for some reason can I at least aim center mass for the whole barn in general? Not like I've been having impressive accuracy so far and i don't give a damn which car i hit.

((Well it is over 4X your range so it isn't technically a viable target. You could do it if you just wanna waste your turn though.))

[Devastator]

(Could treat it as Overwatch: Shoot train when it comes into range.)

[hector13]

((Shoot the rails! If only as a PCs rebellion against the GM against possibly asserting too much control over our decisions!))

[Maximum Spin]

Can we move on yet?

[Stirk]

Can we move on yet?

((I guess if Egan wants to confirm shooting at a something impossible to hit or pick another target?))

[Devastator]

Ugh, I gave an action already.

[Stirk]

Ugh, I gave an action already.

Compelling argument.

You fire your gun at the big glowing weak points across the train. Guided by the hand of the Emperor they strike true, shattering the target to bits. Apparently they where a clever distraction set up by the orks to protect the train! Or maybe Orks just like to add big flashing lights to things. Either way they're gone now.

((Train looses Flashy Bitz))

Following its in-born programming the Ork continues to move forward while holding the trigger down and hoping something gets hit. Nothing does. His gun suddenly stops spitting out brass apparently having run out of ammunition. The second Ork runs closer but looks intent on heading straight into the trench instead of shooting in front of it. Particularly patient for an Ork, the Rocket user simply hunkers down behind cover and waits. It is unclear if it is for you to get near or the train to arrive.

Sparks continue to fly from the track as the train and all its kars fly down the tracks at breakneck speeds. Its kannons roar to life, thankfully not in your general direction apparently finding more flashy targets elsewhere. Still at these speeds it is a matter of moments until those guns are trained on you.

20 meters 8:00 Allied Machine Gunner and loader
30 meters 9:15 Allied Stubber
14 meters 11:00 Ork Gunner 11 Wounds
44 Meters 9:40 Ork Gunner Running
180 Meters 12:00 Ork Rocket User
540 meters 10:00 Engine
565 meters 10:00 Kannon Kar
590 meters 10:00 Loot Kar
615 meters 10:00 Rokkit Kar
640 meters 10:00 Loot Kar
665 meters 10:00 Kaboos

((And for the record you can try to call in an artillery strike if you want.))

[Devastator]

Aim and shoot the bolter at the Ork running for the trench.

[Stirk]

Aim and shoot the bolter at the Ork running for the trench.

Your gun seriously considers jamming again, but in the end manages to cycle fine. It still manages to miss the rather fortunate Ork.

[hector13]

Bahzil turns to and shouts at Alrin.

“Get on the comms and tell them to blow up the rails! As close to the train as possible!”

He turns back to do some more weird shit to the Orks.

Maintain prescience with a half action

Shoot the nearest Ork with Assail with the other half action.

[Egan_BW]

"Blow up the rails!? Are you sure that's prudent? I mean, aren't they-"
The rest of her statement is too quiet to be heard over the sound of battle because noble lady isn't used to screaming every word to be heard.

[Stirk]

Bahzil turns to and shouts at Alrin.

“Get on the comms and tell them to blow up the rails! As close to the train as possible!”

He turns back to do some more weird shit to the Orks.

Maintain prescience with a half action

Shoot the nearest Ork with Assail with the other half action.

Alrin fumbles with the communication equipment. "Grace to Prince requesting fire mission. Concentration..."

He lets out a local curse from your home planet roughly translating to 'throw me from the highest tower in the land'.

"Someone toss me the cords!"

((Calling artillery will be a half-action attack running off Command.))

You pick up a sandbag like it was a beanbag. A beanbag covered in barbed wire. You then toss it at the Ork with your brain, flying close behind his head. He looks back to see what it was despite the enemy in front of him. No demons join the fight, which is probably good for the planet.

[hector13]

((If I can amend my action, I’m quite happy to stop channeling prescience seeing as we’re not hitting anything anyway ))