Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-25684606-20190104213215

Bando quickly went over and took her weapons back with almost inappropriate haste. Snapping power packs into both the Rifle and the Pistol, a faint, low hum could be heard as the power surged through the weapons' circuits. After a brief check, she noted that the sights were still tuned how she left them and her opinion of the cogboy improved considerably.

With the rifle slung over her shoulder and the pistol in the holster, Bando returned to the table and considered the map. Entering and leaving roads, train lines, water ways, shuttle pads, open plazas, dead ends and last but not least towers and vantage points.

While doing so, she occasionally shot glances at the Astartes. She had never seen one in her life, but the hulking armor and massive Bolter were matching the stories she had heard perfectly, if not exceeding them. If the same could be said about their legendary combat abilities, Fel wondered if the rest of the squad would even be necessary at all.