Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20190915132520

A very simple, very instinctive part of Lem's brain activated, perhaps dating back millions of years to when humanity was still only a possible future of the early mammals rising out of the vanished shadow of the dinosaurs and while the signficance or origin of that thought eluded Lem entirely, that brain part told him that a dead Governess would be bad, very bad, very very bad.

The obvious solution at hand, Lem was about to unleash another flurry of Lasbolts at the Tau heading for Sioux' cover, before he reconsidered briefly. Ducking back behind cover, he grabbed the Lasrifle of another dead guard as well as their belt of power packs, snapping one of the latter into the former.

"Empra honors yer sacrifice, brotha", he muttered at the dead before emerging from the cover, a Lasgun in each hand. Roughly aiming them at what he considered the enemy, the Tau, he flicked their switch to full auto and pressed the trigger down.