Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191002121032

"Hmm, fair enough, meat head, hey, take a few deep breath and look up at the sky. That'll help with the sickness...or not, we aren't all made the same.", Hen stopped to check the settings on his rifle, then he ran through a prayer to its machine spirit," When we stop, the back hatch will slam down, might be side doors open up too. Don't get caught up by what you see. Check your targets, grabs some cover if you can, and take careful shot, yes?"

Hen stood up, his body shifting with the moving vehicle, and looked down at Lem. He looked ready, ready as a green horn could be. Then his gaze shifted to Ishmael. The Legionarie was calm enough.

"You ever kill before? I mean really kill, kill someone that was trying to kill you.", he addressed Ishmael as he checked over the Legionaries.