"We have to take 'er out, then find a way to gid rid of the bodies, we cannot have anybody coming across a few bears killed by several bolter rounds out here in de wilderness."
What the hell? I wont allow me to do a d100 but 100d100's :/
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Cormaeg looks down at his Autocannon, then at the Missile launcher. "Screw This!" he yells and drops them, taking out his Bolter. and aiming at the Bear 1, semi auto burst.
After seeing the Bear hit several times Cormaeg yells out "Cant we take these things a different way! All were doing is alerting out location to any enemy around here!"
"Oh," says Cormaeg. "I can agree ta this ehh, doctrine. I thought i came here to protect ourselves from our enemy, not our ally. When i find these stinking cowards who operated that artillery i will shove them into their own cannons and fire them myself!" Spittle flies out of his mouth as he says this. What i dont understand is why we don't just turn back and do it then? We are probably closer to our own lines than to the enemy. Are we afraid they will just write it off as some type dessertion, commissar!?"
Strength=33 Cormaeg looks up at the sky. He expects to see these things that are making such noise but he can't. But because of the training he knows what it means, and coming from that direction he knows what it implies. Cormaeg bellows incoherently, a large roar that barely gets over the whistling of the bombs. In his rage he runs forward, trying to throw his comrade ahead of him but he slips up and Cormaeg stumbles. He shouts up at the sky. "I will not end like this."
"Aye, i understand. Theres no way im here to show you up or get under yur skin. Don' worry bout it." Cormaeg looks over towards the mountains. Thats where we need to be. Up in the mountains with tree and rocks fur cover. I don' trust these flat planes any more than i trust these "Iron Guard." Up there is jus gonna be us Heghlanders. Well have a goal too. I hate all this walking around and waiting.."
Cormaeg hefts the Missile launcher onto his shoulder, realizing not for the first time that if he had one of these things back on Haegland a few more monsters might be dead rather than many of his friends and family. Much of his gear slung across his back, he also falls in behind Baldur and looks Cort over quickly. "Eh there." Cort tries to give a good natured smile from under his beard. "Do ya need ane elp with yur gear there friend?"
Cormaeg shifts uncomfortably. He immediately dislikes these uniformed men, dressed in tight pressed and gaudy uniforms. They obviously pay no attention to camouflage. He stands up straighter, letting his gear sag around his arms. "So this is a hunt? How long will this assault really last for us te even reach this general? Why don't he give us a week for us to pick our path and our target carefully? If this is the same man who sent three other parties, he should think a fourth would work better?"
Cormaeg hops off the Aquila, letting the streaming bodies help push him off the transport and onto land. He tries to keep himself from getting on all fours and kissing the ground. The flight was manic, he has never felt less in control than on one of those blasted birds. If he never rides another one it would be too soon.
Hey, there. Here's a Heavy Weapons guy.
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