They should go help them then. This place is as quiet as a rabbit fart right now. Felix mutters.
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Ah, Alpha-6642, sir, where was the distress signal coming from? From these trenches?
For the Throne sir. When's the parade?
Sir, I'd like to pilot one of these things, sir. Felix says wide eyed. She does have an idea and holds her lasgun out palms up. It looked a bit like the machine designs. One of yours?
Felix follows the ones who lept in with her shotgun. Ignoring the one who chose to go after Lugga she fires at the one on Archi, then if he goes down she turns towards any other melee still active. Maybe the Beserkers. Each one that falls means another is focused as she target switches like a woman possessed.
They're charging us open ground! Fire where I'm firing if you're not doing anything else! Felix shouts at the guards not dealing with the melee.
Ten meters and closing, sir!
Sir, whole squad rushing us from aboveground! Felix yells out as she very reluctantly turns her attention from the crazed cultists right next to her to lay the pumpgun on the lip of the trench and fire at the third front bearing down on their besieged encampment.
Felix turns around, liberated autogun still hot and screams back Emperor burn you, you traitor bastards And lets loose with what little is left in her auto gun. As it clicks empty she drops it and swings up the pumpgun. Steadying her nerves... she was NOT anything like the crazed cultists rushing towards them... she waits until they're at 10 m range before starting to unload on them with scatter slugs. Aim and Fire, Aim and Fire, Aim and Fire, in a steady rythym of a heartbeat pause followed by three cracks over and over.
Feeling like a walking armament Felix puts down the pumpgun right next to her as she trains the autogun at the onrushing traitor hoarde. Don't worry... they get on us you'll get to go again. she mutters feeling half crazy for talking to it. Lynn must be rubbing off on her. Emperor dammit but she wanted to be back in some sort of machine rather than all this. Nevertheless the hoard is within range and she really feels like killing all of them as fast as possible. Comforted by the bulky drum of ammo she aims with a steady breath in and exhales as she fills the trench with full auto fire. She frowns as the sound of the drum makes it clear there aren't as many bullets as she would like. After the initial burst she switches to semi auto fire.
I think we walked through a hail of stubber fire before we got into the building, sir. Felix says.
Got some sniper shots sir, if we want to help our distraction from a distance.
Sir, Commissar saved my ass sir. Felix reports, unaware of LUgga's role in keeping her looking like her dead or dying comrades. Sir, this place... feels... I think we should just blow it to hell sir.
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Blushing somewhat Felix fires at the monster before running to cover
Felix wheezes as she scrabbles for the pumpgun. The burns on her body are really really bad but she can still move. Sir.. it doesn't... want.. to hit.. generator. and hobble-runs to break line of sight with the crazed machine thing with the generator.
Felix panicks as the crazed machine monster swings all of its firepower at her. She shifts the stubber slightly to aim right at it and fires!
Not the best shot but she had better things to do as she lets the weapon go and dives straight for cover, going completely prone.
The sight of the gaping hole her slug punched into the monstrosity gives Felix just enough confidence to continue operating as normal. She drops the pumpgun, making sure to remember where it lands, breathing an odd sigh of relief as it goes out of her grip. She guides the Commissars hands onto the bottom and top of the back of the stubber.
The gun now points at the generator but has enough range to shift to target the abomination if needed.
Before following the order Felix dips into her special stock of ammo yanking off the goggles as she does so. There was no point in them if she couldn't even see the target. She loads armor destroying slugs into the pumpgun as she fires at the large target. Let me chip some armor of that first, sir
If Felix thinks it's a good idea she'll move to the subber to rebrace it towards the target. Otherwise she'll move towards it and go Might not be a good idea, sir
Preferring to attack anything other than warp madness Felix rushes to aid the Comissar and shoots the traitor not currently occupied with a chainsword to the skull.
Felix fires at the only target on her side that she sees, the traitor backpeddling to the east.
Then not bother to confirm the kill she rushes around Lugga to follow the Commissar, slotting her goggles as she goes and immediately regrets it. Emperor damn it all what is that thing?
Felix snaps her goggles in place as she raises her shotgun and...
Target priority...?
Felix follows right behind Lugga with her weapon practically tugging her frowards.
Can we climb in through the cannon or something sir?
With no more enemies in sight Felix shudders as she comes out of whatever red haze caused her to rush through autogun fire. She carefully lowers her gun, not sure what the hell is going on. I can shoot and drive, sir, and can't do either to the door.
Felix moves in behind Ludicus, overtaking the Ogryn to get within 3M of the traitor in cover and..
Felix moves in to within 6 M into some form of cover and fires at the closest still standing. Preferring to hit the commander if possible.
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[ooc]Nope.
Felix jogs along behind the Ogryn who does NOT seem to understand the whole stealth thing and then limps into the most appropriate cover 6m from the enemy if not shot at. If shot at she will move into cover to fire back.
I got loads of ammunition left Sir, me and the gun are a bit banged up, but Emperor willin' we're both still workin'. Probably be best if I'm up front, this gun seems real good at close quarters.
Felix blanhes internally. Going from a tank jockey to an assault trooper had not been in her plans for the day. Yes sir. I got a sprained ankle I think so Lugga's going to have to go a bit slow sos I can keep up sir.
We need to see those warp damned things before we stumble into another one sir. Felix says.
Felix's pumpgun practically yanks around to follow its target like a hunting hound and as Felix loads and fires something within the Backwater made weapon seems to slide the wrong way. It still fires but it doesn't feel like it might shake apart at any second... She's not one to do anything crazy like talk to her weapon but she mutters nevertheless Easy there, Easy, settle down..
GM: Felix finally comes out of it to a sight far worse.
But she instintively recognizes the whole ordeal is the fault of the being made of insanity that is fighting the Sarge and her fear turns into rage. She rushes forward into preferred range and lets loose with her gun.
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Proven 4 makes last 15.
R1: Blinded
GM: Survival instincts working on overtime, Felix rushes into the dust and throws herself on the ground and rolls to ensure the enemy sniper can't get a bead on her. She finally remembers her commbead. Sarge? Commissar? Lieutenant? Lynn? Lugga? Throne burn me What's going on? she yells into it.
GM: Felix panics, she yanks the lasgun of its pedestal and rushes away, trying to find where the way down must be from he spire, after all if she was up there, then there must be a way down. Her only hope was to get to ground level before the whole thing crumbled.
Felix: Felix is unable to shake the dream logic surrounding her. At least there was no immediate danger so she crouches to gain full cover from whatever threat was out there in the dead city. But her questions persist. Where was her squad? What were her orders? Where was her guidance? And that answered her question. Of course she knew where guidance came from.. She crouched and started to sing to herself the litany of protecvtion. He who dwells in the shelter of
I will say to the Emperor, "My
Felix: This is witch stuff. This is witch stuff. This is witch stuff. Felix mutters to herself over and over. Which makes matters worse. With stuff got you killed or worse Everyone knew that. Was she supposed to go along with this... dream... illusion.. or whatever... or was she supposed to fight it. She remembered the altar she saw right before everything went black. Maybe...
Felix hunkers down with her pumpgun in hand and calls out Sir! Commissar! Anyone?
She scrambles towards what she remembers where the closest cover was.
Unsure if they will be fighting long or short range, Felix opts to hang on to the pumpgun. She stays behind Lugga though her sprain means she wouldn't be doing any running anytime soon anyway.
Driven by an impulse she doesn't quite understand Felix closes to point blank range and fires again. She does have enough presence of mind to keep to one side of the trench though.
If she can she will redirect her fire to next closest target if the first falls.
Felix moves into a crouch position in range of the pumpgun and with as much cover as possible and fires 3 shots at an open target, preferably one wounded in order to finish it off.
Satisfied with her shot Felix moves out of cover and follows the forward team, swapping her longlas out for the pumpgun as she carries out a full combat movement.
Give me a sec 'fore I fire at the sniper sir... Lyn, watch where I hit in case I miss!
Emperor burn it all Sarge, I lost the glint. I know it's out there but I don't have a target. Goin' into Overwatch here too.
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