Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-25684606-20190103192159

With obvious reluctance and apparent distrust towards the cogboy, Fel plucked the power packs from her weapons, first the Laspistol and then the unslung LongLas. She placed both of them, along with the spare power packs on the small cart. With a last measuring glance, she followed after the Inquisitor through the swirling snow.

Silently, she sent a prayer to the Emperor that the cogboy would have the common sense to leave the adjustments she made to the rifle well alone. After years with the weapon, she had it bit by bit attuned to her use in many ways that marginally but decisively improved her own performance with it.