Also a short explanation with what happened yesterday: Basically my Pathfinder group decided to hold Session 0 on Sunday instead of Wednesday. And THEN they decided to do Session 1 in the very same session. Things got hectic.

>>880840
>Frigate name: Intrepid

>Triumvirate

>Anything goes: As long as the money is good, you'll do it.

>The Bridge [Where EG-L currently is]

>>880840
Been waiting for this

>Frigate Name?
Queen Anne's Revenge I'm uncreative.

>Company's Name?
The Steel Legion God I can't make names for shit.

>Mercenary Honor: Your company has a particular code of conduct that can never be compromised with. What is it?
Don't kill anyone who doesn't have a gun. Pretty reasonable, not committing war crimes.

>The Bridge [Where EG-L currently is]
I wonder if she'll notice the data pad.

>>880840
>What is the Frigate's name?
Mary Anne
>But back to your Mercenary Company: What is your Company's name?
Silver Hornets
>Don't kill anyone who doesn't have a gun.
>The Training Hall [Where Hong currently is]

>>880840
>What is the Frigate's name?
Azure Tempest
>But back to your Mercenary Company: What is your Company's name?
Falling Stars
>>Mercenary Honor: Your company has a particular code of conduct that can never be compromised with. What is it?
No killing non-coms, no using chemical or nuclear weapons except under the worst circumstances, no man left behind.
>The Bridge [Where EG-L currently is]

>>880922
I'll change my Company Disposition to this. Pretty much what I had in mind anyway, just better thought out. We won't be able to use Nuclear Eject though. Kinda sad.

>>880847
Oh yeah, just ignore my names. They were mostly just to give people ideas, not even I like them.

>>880840
>What is the Frigate's name?
Star Burner
>But back to your Mercenary Company: What is your Company's name?
Dismal Disinherited
>Anything goes: As long as the money is good, you'll do it.
>The Bridge [Where EG-L currently is]

>>880874
>>880876
>>880907
>>880922
Alright so I see Mercenary Code: Don't kill non-coms winning, and heading to the bridge. I'll leave the Frigate name and Merc Company name vote open for a little longer.

Frigate Name:
>Interpid
>Queen Anne's Revenge
>Mary Anne
>Azure Tempest
>Star Burner

Merc Company Names:
>Triumvirate
>Steel Legion
>Silver Hornets
>Falling Stars
>Dismal Disinherited

I will begin writing.

>>881094
>>Azure Tempest
>Falling Stars

>>881094
>Star Burner
>Falling Stars
Really the only names I'm feeling. Maybe if this keeps on we can find a random generator for them or something.

>>881134
Found a Space Marine Chapter name generator. Some of the best are:
Jade Guard (actually OK, if someone else votes for this I'll change my vote to it)
Dark Company (really original, this one)
Alpha Eaters (fuck the Alpha Legion
Astral Giants (pretty good too, same thing for Jade Guard)

My personal favorite is Psi Gorillas though. Imagine a Space Marine chapter name the Psi Gorillas. I think I'm going to go find that Chapter chart people use to make custom chapters and make one around the Psi Gorillas to pass the time.

>>881094
>Triumvirate
>Interpid

>>881094
>Azure Tempest
>Falling Stars

>>881094
Star Burner
Falling Stars

>>881195
>>881199
>>881203
What, nobody likes my random names?

Not even Psi Gorillas?

>>881212
There lies the route to Harambe jokes.

>>881223
That's why I'm not voting for it. I like Jade Guard and Astral Giants more than the names we came up with though.

>>881226
Hey, I'll put a vote down for Jade Guard as well.

>>881094
>>881317
My vote's
>Star Burner
>Jade Guard
Then

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Your steps find themselves in Star Burner's bridge. The moment the doors slide open you are assaulted by noise. Men and women sit in front of terminals, fingers tapping away keys as screens relay important information from ship system status to outgoing and incoming messages.

Despite the noise, you can clearly hear a conversation coming from the captain's nest.

"But-"

"Yes, I am well aware of our basic equipment, but basic kits were what we could afford at the time being. Buying, outfitting, and staffing this ship costed the majority of our funds. Basic Kits are all we can afford."

You spot two individuals. One sitting in the chair, the other standing next to it. You recognize the former as the new Captain Damien, and the latter as EG-L.

They both notice you step up and turn to look at you.

"Ah, Captain Morgan. A pleasure." A smartly dressed man turns in his chair, taking a moment to brush a lock of black hair from his eyes to reveal the glasses and warm blue eyes beneath. "I was just having a minor... discussion with EG-L hear about our current kits being available for ground units."

EG-L frowns, flicking some of her hair out of the way in annoyance. "Yes, if you could call it that."

>"Something wrong with the basic kits? R201's and MGL's are nothing to scoff at."
>"Just basic kits? And here I thought you two were arguing about frags again."
>Write in.

If you didn't notice, Star Burner won

>>881366
>Innit customary to argue about the "rations", not the guns?

>>881366
>"Something wrong with the basic kits? R201's and MGL's are nothing to scoff at."

I just realized we're Captain Morgan. <.<

>>881366
>"Something wrong with the basic kits? R201's and MGL's are nothing to scoff at."
Seriously if you're good you can wreck anyone's shit with a 201 and the MGL is the best close-mid range anti-titan weapon.

>>881402
It's where I got Queen Anne's Revenge from earlier.

>>881366
>>"Just basic kits? And here I thought you two were arguing about frags again."

>>881391
I like this.

>>Innit customary to argue about the "rations", not the guns?
My vote goes here.

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>>881366
You raise an eyebrow. "I thought you two would be arguing about rations. Not weapons."

Damien shrugs. "IMC rations are superior to Militia ones. Actual meat." He inputs.

EG-L nods. "Yes. He is correct. For once." She ignores his glare and uncrosses her arms. "Damien has begun to gripe about how are grunts are poorly equipped. R201's, P2016's, MGL's, and frag grenades are nothing to scoff at."

You nod in agreement, turning to the ship captain. "Eagle's right, Damien. Standard equipment isn't bad equipment."

EG-L raises a hand to cover her smile. "Thank you, sir."

Damien frowns. "Typical." He then spins around his chair for a moment before stopping. "I have some contracts if you're interested, or would you like to explore the rest of the Star Burner? Maybe find that psy-" he pauses, "Simulacrum friend of yours..."

>Take a look at mercenary contracts.
>Explore the rest of the ship.
>Find Hong.

>>881724
>Take a look at mercenary contracts.
Got all the time in the world to explore once we find ourselves a meal ticket.

>>881724
>Take a look at mercenary contracts.
Tell Damian we'll upgrade the Grunt's equipment when we have the money to. We're a one-ship mercenary outfit, having people die isn't good. We just think basic kits aren't bad.

>>881724
>>Take a look at mercenary contracts.
"got to get the money some where if we want to upgrade anything"

>>881724
>>Take a look at mercenary contracts.

>>881724
>Take a look at mercenary contracts.

>>881724
>>Take a look at mercenary contracts.
>Take a look at mercenary contracts.
Definitely need to spend time with Hong at some point, though.

>>881724
"Show me the contracts, Damien." You make a wave motion and the man throws you his datapad. You tuck yours away as you begin to rifle through the contracts that you, Hong, and Eagle could do to earn some damn pocket money.

"I found a few jobs that will be within your skill rating. Most of them are fairly low on the pay, but... what can you expect. Don't expect better jobs until we gain a better reputation."

>[Titan Job - Militia]: A Militia base hidden in IMC territory has been compromised. Protect the base, and then escort VIPs to the pickup zone.
>[Pilot Job - White Market]: We need an escort for a clandestine shipment. Meet us in [location revealed after contract acceptance] for more information. No questions asked.
>[Pilot and Titan Job - IMC]: We need Pilots and Titans to help break a hidden Militia base in our territory. Break their lines with your Titans, then disembark to destroy the facility from within. Expect heavy grunt resistance, and maybe a pilot, or two.

>>881940
>[Pilot Job - White Market]: We need an escort for a clandestine shipment. Meet us in [location revealed after contract acceptance] for more information. No questions asked.
Let's not commit to one faction or another to early, yeah?

>>881940
>>[Pilot Job - White Market]: We need an escort for a clandestine shipment. Meet us in [location revealed after contract acceptance] for more information. No questions asked.

>>881940
>[Pilot Job - White Market]: We need an escort for a clandestine shipment. Meet us in [location revealed after contract acceptance] for more information. No questions asked.

Seems like it'll pay less than the other jobs though.

Out of curiosity, what titans do Eagle and Hong use? I'm guessing Hong uses a Stryder. (Or should I call it a Ronin now?) but I don't know what Eagle would use.

And we'll pick ours when we go out on a Titan mission, right?

>>881963
Hong use a Ronin Titan.

Eagle has always been a traditionalist and uses the classic Atlas-Chasis with Chaingun or Quad Rockets. Ordnance is Slaved Warheads or Multi-Target Missile System.

>>881940
>>[Pilot Job - White Market]: We need an escort for a clandestine shipment. Meet us in [location revealed after contract acceptance] for more information. No questions asked.

That's one mighty fone concensus we got goin. Everyone beat me to the same vote. This gon' be guud.

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>>881940
You look over each of the contracts. You really don't want to already be choosing sides between the Militia and the IMC, not yet anyways. The White Market, however, you've heard of them. A lot. They deal with anything and everything under the sun as long as the price is good and profit can be made. The fact that you have such a contract hanging in front of you... it's a bit too enticing to be honest.

You toss the datapad into Damien's lap. "White Market. Tell them the Falling Stars have accepted and will be awaiting coordinates."

Damien picks up the datapad with a frown before spinning in his chair. He points to one the crewmen and shouts something at her. The woman salutes before returning to her terminal.

Eagle is the one who leads you out of the bridge, grabbing you by the wrist and leaving Damien to his own work.

"So..." She sighs, scratching the back of her neck. "What now?"
>"Now... we wait."
>"Find Hong."
>Write in:

>>882121
>"Find Hong."

>>882121
>>"Find Hong."

>>882121
Time to find hong!

Well you all beat me to it.
Also Eagle a cute.

>>882121
>>"Now... we wait."

>>882121
>Write in
Go do some maintenance on our titan.
Read: select our titan class.

>>882121
"Let's find Hong." You state with shrug, already marching down the hallway. The way is populated with various crew members. Many of them stepping out of your way and saluting you.

"So... tell me." Eagle breaks the silence, hands clasped behind her back. "Do you still have your old Titan Designs?"

> Build-a-Titan: http://pastebin.com/ReDyZa7r
> Post your Titans below.
>Oh and your standard Equipment as a Pilot. Pick your Primary (Kraber, DMR, or R201), Secondary (P2016, Wingman, or RE-45 Auto), and Anti-Titan weapon (MGL, or Charge Rifle). And your Pilot Tactical Ability (Grapple, Stim, or Pulse Blade).

I'll be heading to bed now, gents. Will post when I wake up.

>>882242
Name: Orphan
OS: Defense
Chassis: Atlas
Core ability: Scan scrambler, make detecting our titan via electronics more difficult.
Weapon: 40 mm Cannon
Ordanance: Cluster missiles
Defense: Vortex Shield
Tactical ability: Sonar Pulse

Pilot:
Primary: EVA-8 shotgun
Secondary: Hammond P2011
Anti-titan: MGL
Tactical ability: Cloak

>>882242
This is basically just a Tone. Since I want this to be a sniper mech but don't like the Railgun.

>Name
Samantha waifu time
Feel free to change the name.

>OS
40mm Course Correction. Bonus to using a 40mm.

>Chassis
Atlas

>Core
Cluster Rocket Core? It shoots out a bunch of Cluster Rockets to help against infantry. Not so good against Titans. I suppose it would blind them really well.

>Ordinance
Laser Shot. It

>Defensive Ability
Particle Wall. Don't really think anything else could be useful for a sniper Titan.

>Tactical Ability
I really want to say Mode Switch. An automatic 40mm would be epic. But that won't happen. I'm torn between Trip-Mines and Sonar Pulse. I'll go with Trip-Mines.
If an automatic 40mm is possible I'm totally going for it.

>Primary
DMR
Kraber's a bit overkill.

>Secondary
Wingman
I just love it too much to not.

>Anti-Titan Weapon
Charge Rifle. With Charge Hack if that's even an option

>Ability
Grapple
inb4 someone copies MSPQ and calls it Grapple-chan

>>882283
I think for Pilot stuff we have to pick from the listed options. Since they're the only things Morgan's been trained in.

>>882312
>Laser Shot. It
I don't even remember typing that it.

>>882312
You're right
>>882283 I'm just a dumb guy.
pilot edit:

DMR
P2016
MGL
Grapple

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>>882242
"Yeah." You nod. "I still have Orphan. Course correction OS, Atlas chassis, Scrambler Core, Cluster Missiles, Particle Wall, Sonar Pulse." You can't help but feel a little pride when you begin to list of Orphan's equipment. When you could finally customize your own Titan, you went a biiiiit overboard, but it was oh so worth it.

I basically mixed the two posts together until something I liked worked.

Eagle nods. "And your pilot equipment?"

"Same as always." You shrug. "DMR, P2016, Charge Rifle, and Grapple."

"You always did like the high places."

You smile. "There was a reason why everyone called me 'Eagle Eyes' before you came around, Eyes."

"Hmph." She pouts just before moving ahead of you in purposeful strides, head held high. "Let's just find Hong in the Training Hall first. Let's hope he didn't hurt anyone too badly."

~

The training hall doors slide open, and then a grunt falls unconscious before you. Unceremoniously hitting the floor as you don't bother to catch him. His fault for trying to spar with Hong.

"And that, my friends, is why even overwhelming force cannot beat a calm blade." A cool, calm voice resounds amidst the room of tired, exhausted, and bruised grunts.

Stepping over the downed grunt (and several more strewn about), you reach the training mat where you find Hong has taken a meditative stance amidst the carnage he had wrought. His head turns a quarter of an inch to stare at you with his single, lime green, sensory node.

"Ah~ my friend has arrived!" He laughs, kicking over a man who was on his foot. "And Eagle to! Happy days are head when the Brave Three are together once more. We shall do great things as mercenaries, yes?"

You chuckle. "Yes, Hong, yes we will. We got a job to do for White Market. Clandestine. No questions asked. Just the way you like it."

If it wasn't for Hong being a simulacrum, you'd swear he would be smiling right about now.

"Perfect. When shall we begin?"

"When Damien gets a-"

"Captain Morgan, please report with your fireteam to Hangar Four. You have a Goblin waiting for you."

"Right now actually." You finish, and Hong rubs his hands together with glee. "Get equipped." You turn to look at Eagle and Hong. "And meet me in Hanger 4 by five. Don't be late."

-

>>882643
The ride in the Goblin was smooth after the jump. The request was purposefully vague, but it had delivered the coordinates and what was required on arrival.

[Deliver the team with a Goblin. We'll come pick you up.]

Ambiguous, but you have no choice but to follow orders. At least *that* didn't change when you went Merc.

"Falling Stars." A electronic voice pierces your com unit. "Which one of you is Captain Morgan?"

"Reporting." You state clearly. "Orders?"

"Bring have the Goblin slow its speed. We'll come pick you up."

You nod and signal the pilot to slow down. A minute later a Brick Ship jumps in a solid mile from the Goblin.

"Captain, the ship... it's wounded." The pilot states and you move to the cockpit to see.

It is indeed wounded. There's visible fire on at least four decks and air is also escaping into the vacuum. Various bits of debris peel off it as its engines sputter and stall. The fact that it jumped and didn't tear itself apart midway is astonishing to say the least.

"Captain Morgan." The voice continues. "Your mission is to board that Remnant Fleet vessel and take its Black Box. Currently its sensory and communication network will be down for a few more hours. You will complete the mission within that time frame. Failure is not an option. Good luck."

Well then. You're glad your suit is sealed against the vacuum at least.

How do you get in?
>Through one of the exposed bulkheads.
>You see that one of the hangar bay doors has been smashed open.

>>882646
>You see that one of the hangar bay doors has been smashed open.

>>882646
>You see that one of the hangar bay doors has been smashed open.
If sensors are off and they're truly flying blind its probably better to go with the more accessible entrance. Unless someone's just chilling in the void (i assume smashed means smashed), and if communications means internal as well, we can even be stealthy for the insertion!

>>882662
Also its so considerate they brought the job right to us. Usual corporate sabotage is so drawn out and Byzantium.

>>882646
>You see that one of the hangar bay doors has been smashed open.

>>882646
>>You see that one of the hangar bay doors has been smashed open.

>>882646
Is anybody using the discord?
the link timed out.

>>882646
>You see that one of the hangar bay doors has been smashed open.
You forgot to announce on twitter Salad.

>>883008
announce what?

>>883147
That he was holding a thread. Or vote. Don't know what's going on. He took a huge pause last night too.

>>883163
Yea. he just stopped. strange.

>>883008
>>883177
Sorry! My internet died out suddenly and then i had to got to work. I'm back now so we shall be running. I'll make sure what's up next time.

>>883955
Oh, it's cool. I've been having connection issues too lately.

>>883955
So long as you're back. It'll give me something to look forward to at work.

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>>882646
You pat the pilot on the shoulder. "Bring us in through the hangar. Nice and easy."

The pilot nods and begins to dive in. Nice and slow. The goblin drifts past the busted bulkheads and flies into the exposed hangar. Nascent materials float around in zero gravity. You spot a few corpses as well, crusted with ice, void suits perforated from shrapnel.

"Boys got messed up bad here." The pilot states. "From what I think: Birmingham shell. Critical hit straight through the hangar. Never stood a chance, poor blokes."

You nod. "Seal the cockpit. We're getting out."

He nods, locking the door behind you as ramp depressurizes. Your suit seals, and an oxygen timer pops up on the top right side of your HUD. One hour, good enough.

You jump out first, pushing off the ramp you glide towards the railing and catch on. Eagle is out next, followed by Hong. Once they're both on the railing do you shimmy up onto the walkway and glide towards the sealed door. Besides the door are two corpses, and a cutter. Looks like they tried to cut their way out before expiring. Pity.

>Cut through the security door, exposing what's behind to the vacuum, and explosive decompression.
>Have Eagle attempt to hack the keypad. She was always good with tech.

>>884111
>>Have Eagle attempt to hack the keypad. She was always good with tech.

>>884111
>Cut through the security door, exposing what's behind to the vacuum, and explosive decompression.
Explosive decompression isn't a thing! No downside!
Too bad that's boring so let's not go with that.

>>884111
>Have Eagle attempt to hack the keypad. She was always good with tech.

>>884111
"Eagle, the door." You nod your head to the keypad. The cyborg springs into action, kneeling next to the pad she pulls out her dataknife and pops open the box.

"No port." She explains. "Have to do things manually."

"Please do hurry." Hong speaks. "It's starting to get cold."

Both you and Eagle turn to look at Hong.

"What?"

"Hong, you can't get cold."

"Oh, right."

>Eagle's Bypass Test: 16 - PASSED

Eagle 's fingers dig into the wires, cutting away two and crossing them. A spark flies between them and keypad flips from red to green. The door slides open, the vacuum draining the oxygen within.

"Go!" You stride forward and past the door, Hong following as he drags Eagle with her. The moment the wires uncross do the doors slam shut behind her. Pressure returning to the hallway. The oxygen timer stops, and the rebreather turns off. You taste the stale, recycled air and almost go back to your rebreather. It tastes like rust and nickle.

"How long will this recycled air last for?" You turn to Eagle. "The way it tastes... I think they're running low."

Eagle nods. "The fact they have oxygen running despite the damage the ship has taken in nothing short of extraordinary. That, or they must have backups then."

"Where would they have backups?"

"Somewhere easily fortified and least at risk penetrating hits. Maybe in a compartment space below the bridge? Or near the center of the craft."

>Find the backups.
>Head straight for the bridge.

>>884523
>>Find the backups.

>>884523
>Find the backups.

>>884523
>Find the backups.
Gives us time (or more accurately takes away theirs), at least if we can be reasonably sure they won't jump right away. If communications are out for a few hours it might be worth it to target the drives after so we don't have to rush in any case.

>>884523
>Find the backups.
If there's any holdouts, they're there.

>>884523
>>Find the backups.
No air no opposition.

>>884588
Second. Backups, then drives.

>>884523
"We find the backups." You affirm with a nod. "No air, no opposition."

"I agree." Hong chimes in. "Even if it ruins the fun."

"And I concur." Eagle then states.

You nod again. "Then let's move. The longer we stand around, the sooner we risk letting them get communications back online. How long do you think they'll get everything sorted, Eagle?"

"At least... maybe within an hour." She taps her chin thoughtfully, her cybernetically enhanced mind working miracles. "Give or take."

"Then we get the backups in half that time at least. Move out."

~

It was easier than expected to find the backups. A dead body in the hallway revealed that the poor bastard was an officer, and he had a map.

The backup air tanks and filtration systems are located in the center of the brick ship. Heavily reinforced to prevent external damage and well guarded. There is only one door in, and out. And that door is guarded by a pair of Stalkers. Heavily armed and armored robots that can tear a man limb from limb. They can even give Pilots trouble which is why they're so terrifying. Anything that can deal with a pilot, that isn't another pilot, is usually a bad thing. Like Prowlers. Fuck those damn giant jungle dogs to the pits.

How do you deal with the Stalkers? You have at least ten feet to close in on them, but you have cover from around the corner.
>Shoot them.
>Make a new door. The damage the ship took must have weakened some of the reinforcement surrounding it.
>Write in:

>>884931
Anyone have any arc grenades? If not, someone pokes their head around the corner and gets their attention. They'll either stay there to guard the door or try to follow whoever gets their attention. If it's the former roll grenades under their feet, the latter the bait ducks around the corner opposite of the other two and they shoot the Stalkers in the back. Either way they'll probably try to raise an alarm, so it needs to be fast.

>>884931
What about making a new floor? Drop the floor out from under them. Heavy bastards will make a hell of a thud. Might even do most of the work for us that way. If we're still affected by zero G it'll take away a stable shooting platform and make it harder for them to hit us.

>>884931
>Make a new door. The damage the ship took must have weakened some of the reinforcement surrounding it.

>>884989
Seconding this.

>>884931
>>Write in:
Any way we can remote hack them and take them with us for later us. They sound damn useful

>>884931
"New plan." You edge yourself back into the hallway. "We make a new floor. Someone will have to blow the floor beneath them. Eagle, you have the Pulse Blade. Be quick."

She nods and darts down the way you came. Hong has your back, R97 in hand and ready for the moment the floor will collapse.

>Eagle Wits check: 11 - Minor Success.

"Explosives primed. Blowing in three, two, one."

There's a click and an explosion beneath the Stalkers feet. The floor rises for a moment before it collapses and sends the two legs first into the bottom floor. But before they go all the way, they stop waist in.

The Stalkers figuratively panic. Caught off guard by the explosion. Their heads spinning violently as they wave their Volts around, attempting to find a target.

Good enough.

"Engage?" Hong says, a little hope and glee in his voice.

"Yes." You nod, bringing up your DMR and focusing your sights on the Stalker to the left. "After I fire. Go."

>Accuracy Roll: 1d20+10 [Accuracy, Specialization, and bonus due to Minor Success]

Rolled 6 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>885259

Rolled 20 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>885259
This is kinda sad. Like putting down a crippled animal. Except it's a robot instead of an animal.

>>885268
Like I need to roll. I say on our way out we salvage one of them. If only for parts.

>>885281
Seconding salvage, because really what's the point in rolling.

Rolled 7 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>885259

>>885259
>Like I need to roll. I say on our way out we salvage one of them. If only for parts.
i vote for this as well

>>885268
Alrighty then!

>>885259
>Critical Success!

You pull the trigger and the familiar kick hits you. The bullet sails through the air and slams into the head of your target, piercing the red strip on its slanted head. The back of it explodes in a cloud of sparks, wires, and armor chippings.

Then something amazing happens.

>Critical Success Bonus!

The bullet ricochets off the wall at just the right angle to hit the exposed armpit of second stalker. The bullet goes in, but it doesn't go out. Not enough velocity so it simply bounces off its insides.

The poor machine can do nothing writhe as its torn apart from within. Finally, it goes still, slumping forward as white smoke wafts from the body, burnt wiring filling the air.

If Hong had a face, he would blink. "Wow."

"I meant to do that." You state professionally. "Now let's go." You tap your com. "Eagle, the Stalkers are dealt with. Come back here for breach."

"Yes sir."

"I got two frags." Hong states as he follows you down the hallway, jumping over one the dead stalkers. "No doubt they heard that. I think it's time we go loud."

>Frag Breach.
>Guns Blazing.
>Write in.

>>885459
>>Frag Breach.

>>885459
>Frag Breach.
Remind Hong that screaming "Frag out!" when you toss it increases the blast radius.

>>885459
>Fag Breach.

>>885467
Second.

>>885459
>>Frag Breach.

>>885459
>Frag Breach.

>>885459
cool thread OP. always loved titanfall. question: void titan ops?
>frag breach

>>885459
"And I got my own." You smile, pulling a frag from your belt. "Oh, and screaming 'Frag Out!' increases the blast radius."

Hong is silent for a moment, taking a quizzical look at the grenade in his hand. "Sir... I think that's impossible. And did you drink before the drop?"

You chuckle. "I'm just messing with you, Hong. Now get ready."

>1d20+5 for Grenade Success
>And then a 1d20+11 for how well you clear the room after.

Hong has rolled a 19, and then a 21.

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>885628

Rolled 7, 5 = 12 (2d20)

>>885628
Our luck is unreal.

>>885629
Un.Real.

Rolled 4 + 11 (1d20 + 11)

>>885628
>>885629
And clear

>>885630
>>885633
Uh, scratch that.

Rolled 10 + 11 (1d20 + 11)

>>885628

Rolled 5, 13 = 18 (2d20)

>>885628
Eh, fuck it. I wanna play too.

Rolled 11 + 11 (1d20 + 11)

>>885628

>>885628
What's the rule, before it gets out of hand? Best of the first 3 rolls?

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>>885691
Bo3, highest roll wins. Crits negate crit fails and vice versa.

So you rolled a 23 for grenade clear, and a 22 for gun clear. Nice.

>>885628
Grenades in hand you hit the button to open the door. It slides open and a flurry of bullets fly past you.

"Frag out!" Hong shouts, lobbing his primed grenade into the room with yours following.

You hear their screams and the sounds of men and machine scrambling to get out of the way. But the grenades were primed well, and their screams are cut short but dual explosions. An arm and a leg fly past the door, and you take that as your signal to clear.

Hong goes in first. Delivering death with his R97, showering enemies with bullets as you follow up with the Hammond. Both of you do excellent work. Spotting, and then swiftly eliminating any threats in your way. The defenders too haggard from their previous conflict to even put up an effective defense, or cry for help.

In under two minutes, the entire room was cleared of hostiles.

"Clear." Hong announces.

"Clear." You confirm from your angle, reloading your magazine.

Well... that was easy.

>Annnnnnd we'll call it here, gents. See you all next Sunday!

>>885738
thanks

>>885738
Fuck I meant reloading your gun. It is time for me to sleep.

>>885738
>"Frag out!" Hong shouts, lobbing his primed grenade into the room with yours following.
He did it, the absolute madman!

Thanks for running Salad. See you next thread.

>>885741
byebye salad. nice thread.

oh, btw, imma archive this.

FUCK ME! Archived after someone else.