Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170305004047

Torki lets the medic preform some minor work on his wounded and now scoulded arm. He heard the wounded Varen yell for a plan and was hard pressed to think of anything. He grabedb up the rifle that was tossed to him, offering a nod in thanks. Once his arm was wraped up a little and better secured to the sling around his neck, Klavovich posted up near Brerier.

With his rifle braced against a large chunk of debris, Torki took carful aim at the crazed Autumn. He fired a slew of las rounds at the knee joints of his power armor. He ducked back after a second and looked at the rebels around them.

"Form up, form up. Consolidate around Brerier. If there are any explosives left, pour them onto Autumn. Sharpshooters, take aim at this legs . Don't engage them hand to hand if you can avoid it.", Torki yelled from behind his cover.

Torki leaned up slightly, steadying his rifle and snapping off another slew of shots at Autumns legs. He kept up a staggered rate of fire, ready to duck back at a moments notice. His breathing was steadier now, but still ragged. He was sure his arm would have to be replaced after all this, at least partially; and the pain! He prayed to the Emperor for strength and protection for all of them.