10-15-2008, 12:53 PM
OOC: okay, Ray can't log into DaD for some reason, so he's static. If he manages to get back in, he's free to post, regardless of the current rotation.
IC:
Korbachev landed, shouldering the Nock Cannon, and swinging his scythe around, knocking an enemy soldier on his ass, to be stomped on by Kodiak. The Dervish had damaged the back of the big Warjack, but all operating systems held.
"KODIAK, VENT STEAM!!!" Korbachev shouted, over the din of battle.
A pair of valves opened up, as the boiler vented off excess steam, obscuring the battlefield. In the middle of the cloud of steam, Korbachev ordered his men to regroup, to survey their numbers.
The Shocktroopers were all there, their shields taking the brunt of the damage. The Manhunter was breathing hard, her lithe body covered in minor burns and scratches.
"You," Korbacheve ordered to the Manhunter, "Fall back to the rear line, and get the rest of our troops to advance. Have them disassemble the Field Gun, and reassemble it within range."
With a nod, she was off, as the cloud of steam disappated, showing their location. Korbachev broke open the action on his Nock Cannon, and pulled the spent shells out, replacing them with a fresh "halo", and snapping the barrels shut, cocking the seven triggers.
IC:
Korbachev landed, shouldering the Nock Cannon, and swinging his scythe around, knocking an enemy soldier on his ass, to be stomped on by Kodiak. The Dervish had damaged the back of the big Warjack, but all operating systems held.
"KODIAK, VENT STEAM!!!" Korbachev shouted, over the din of battle.
A pair of valves opened up, as the boiler vented off excess steam, obscuring the battlefield. In the middle of the cloud of steam, Korbachev ordered his men to regroup, to survey their numbers.
The Shocktroopers were all there, their shields taking the brunt of the damage. The Manhunter was breathing hard, her lithe body covered in minor burns and scratches.
"You," Korbacheve ordered to the Manhunter, "Fall back to the rear line, and get the rest of our troops to advance. Have them disassemble the Field Gun, and reassemble it within range."
With a nod, she was off, as the cloud of steam disappated, showing their location. Korbachev broke open the action on his Nock Cannon, and pulled the spent shells out, replacing them with a fresh "halo", and snapping the barrels shut, cocking the seven triggers.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
