!!0ZviLFh59My 04/13/12(Fri)22:21 No.18703301|
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Scouring the battlefield, you retrieve a few weapons - a bandoleer of grenades and most importantly some anti-tank thumpers, little weapons with clever warheads that are decent at punching through armor. Something about a miniaturized capacitance coil firing an electrical discharge to ionize a jet of explosive-formed plasma that... who fucking knows, you're a grunt, not a technician.
"This is more my style," your new friend says, gently stroking a heavy repeater. The weapon fires large minirockets with a high rate of fire, and is generally considered a lovely asskicker.
"Whatever," you mutter, detaching the sling from a portable maser. To your absolute delight, the human weapon exhibits attachments for something similar, and you're able to clip the sling onto it. "Boo-yeah."
"We wait for those fuckers," you mutter, "and we devastate them."
Your new friend raises his repeater, resolute.
"What's your name, anyhow?"
"D'rr'p," he tells you.
"Well, D'rr'p, lets find a hole and sit in it."