Caarn
The Betrayer
Fran didn't have time to react as she and the fox was squeezed, she nodded her head at all the questions that were given to her. She then looked at the little one in her hands and slowly handed it over to Ana.
Is Randgriz Burning?
- Thread starter Mina
- Start date
- IC
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It doesn't even snap at you, by this point it's beyond exhausted and can only flop its head in the general direction of your hand.
Working from head to tails you note several things. First, it's badly dehydrated and malnourished. Second, it's totally filthy, between caked blood and waste around its hindquarters you can't tell sex at all, but you do get a tail count. There are three intact tails, two that appear to be injured and possibly infected, and four ragged stumps. The stumps are mangled, this wasn't knife work, maybe another animal, or bullets? There appear to be several other scratches and more minor wounds on its legs and body, but nothing particularly serious.
Third, it feels so small, so limp, so helpless in your hands.
Caarn
The Betrayer
Took out her notepad and started writing on it before showing it to Ana. "Fired a warning shot in front of it cause I thought it was going to attack me, it's helpless cause from the looks of it the mother was killed. Can we save him or her?"
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SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
The Lancer was feeling tired as he vaulted the last few obstacles that stood between him and the finish line. Damn, he really let himself go, didn't he? All that time spent munching on snacks and sleeping did hell to his physique. Back in mandatory training, he was one of the fastest to clear an obstacle course despite his size. Now, he's getting tired halfway through.
Maybe if he took a short break-
With renewed vigor, Vincent bull rushed through the remaining obstacles, suffering a few tumbles in the process, and sprinted to the finish line. Where he promptly bent over and wheezed, feeling as though his lungs were on fire. Well, at least he made in time.
...By the Valkyrur, he hoped he did.
Maybe if he took a short break-
Or not.
With renewed vigor, Vincent bull rushed through the remaining obstacles, suffering a few tumbles in the process, and sprinted to the finish line. Where he promptly bent over and wheezed, feeling as though his lungs were on fire. Well, at least he made in time.
...By the Valkyrur, he hoped he did.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Walter flushed a little, smiling and nodding to Isara. Then he realised he'd done it in front of of everyone, and shrunk quite a bit.
"Um... sir... I... have the cash I got for my truck, if we need to supply some money..." Walter spoke up nervously. "I'm familiar with how fences work. Money makes everything smoother."
- Location
- Mars
OH VALKYRIA!! OH VALKYRIA!! MAY THE BLOOD...LINE LIVE FOREV~ER!
Francis started singing the Gallian anthem in his mind while humming out the rhythm. The song gave him hope and the energy to jump through the rest of the obstacle. And with the grace of the Sergeant Hahnenfuss...
...He managed to not fucked up at every obstacles. As he reached the finish line, Francis started shouting out national anthem instead of singing it.
"OHHHHHH VAL~KYRIAAAA! VAL~KYRIAAAAAA~!! BLESS AND PROTECT OURRRRRR~!!!!!!!! FER~TILE LANDDDDDDD~!!!"
The moment he finished shouting...eh...singing, Francis clapped his boots together and faced the Gallian Flag that was waving atop of the chateau, saluting with all the energy he had left before proceeding to turn about to face Sergeant Hahnenfuss.
"Francis Velka! Reporting in for finishing the obstacle course, ma'am!"
Francis started singing the Gallian anthem in his mind while humming out the rhythm. The song gave him hope and the energy to jump through the rest of the obstacle. And with the grace of the Sergeant Hahnenfuss...
...He managed to not fucked up at every obstacles. As he reached the finish line, Francis started shouting out national anthem instead of singing it.
"OHHHHHH VAL~KYRIAAAA! VAL~KYRIAAAAAA~!! BLESS AND PROTECT OURRRRRR~!!!!!!!! FER~TILE LANDDDDDDD~!!!"
The moment he finished shouting...eh...singing, Francis clapped his boots together and faced the Gallian Flag that was waving atop of the chateau, saluting with all the energy he had left before proceeding to turn about to face Sergeant Hahnenfuss.
"Francis Velka! Reporting in for finishing the obstacle course, ma'am!"
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Arvin_Larn
Unfortunate Everyman
- Location
- The Land of Insomnia
"That would be Gurney's equation for asymmetrical sandwich charges which dictates the velocity of a pair of flyer plates which have different thickness and an explosive charge sandwiched in between, hence the name, and I'd cold-clock the dimwit who primed those charges when they shouldn't have after I've made removed the detonators; if they aren't already primed and ready to blow, anyway.
As for the last one, a boulder the size of a two-storey house that was in the way of our mine's operations so my dad and I had to prep up some shaped charges placed around several points on the damned thing just so we could 'cut' it into smaller chunks that could be hauled out of the way instead of obliterating the damned thing with pure explosive force. Still caused a Hell of a boom that the Foreman had to stop operations for the rest of the day 'cause he was afraid that a landslide would happen." Leo rattled off without missing a beat, matching Maggie's grin with a cocksure one of his own.
He had a feeling that he'll be meeting Miss Cheslock here a lot more and he didn't mind that at the least. Awesome gal.
The lad from Sloan quirked his eyebrow at that. So that's why she couldn't call for a truck, not when she was playing with compounds sensitive enough to go off if he as much as looked at them funny.
No pressure.
"We'll find out soon enough, gimme one of those crates." He replies as he rolls up his sleeves while making to grab one of the many crates that Maggie was hauling. Here's hoping they weren't too heavy.
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NephyrisX
Luck is my dump stat. And the dice shows.
- Location
- Singapore
Sergeant Linn was already waiting for them at the finish line before all three enlistees had reached the finish line with her trademark armour-piercing glare, scrutinising each individual as they arrived one by one and only breaking that glare and replacing it with a cocked eyebrow as she watches in perplexion when PTE Francis, puffing and huffing like he's about to blow some farm animal's house down, straightened his back and saluted the flag on the top of HQ before facing her like a demented patient and exclaiming his accomplishment.
@Slayers148
"That...that will do, PTE Francis. Can be improved, but passable," Linn said uneasily as she raised and lowered her hand in an attempt to placate the exhausted soldier before her, unconsciously wondering if she should call for a medic before dismissing the thought.
@SlugSLinger
"As for you, PTE Vincent," turning to said soldier, Linn's gaze soften and gave him a look of approval, "excellent performance in completing the obstacle course in record time. I expect great things from you, Lancer."
Turning her attention to the last one to reach the finish line, her mood took a nosedive and and her face takes on a dark look.
@Entity325
"Mr Wulf," she spat out her words like they taste of charcoal, not even deigning him the privilege of his rank, as she raised her hand and pushing the tip of her index finger and thumb together as if she's pinching a grain of salt, "you were This. Fucking. Close to running that field and fucking the ground until your limbs fall off. You may be a medic, but you are still a soldier, and I expect my soldiers to have the basic level of fitness necessary to run the course, which you so evidently lack. If I do not see any noticeable improvement in your performance the next time I see you, Wulf, not even Hell can save you. Do you understand me?"
Linn sighed and pinched her nose as she let out a breath. She has her work cut out for her with this one.
"Now that is over and done with, take a short break before we head out for the range. Hydrate yourselves as well. We don't want casualties before the war has even began."
@Mina
OOC: Heading to the range in the next post.
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Harbinger
The Dappergator
- Location
- Lancaster, PA
"It is not ideal." Trudy agreed, "But considering the current state of the country's military I cannot say I am surprised. Still, I would like to look at the casemate he mentioned. I have been considering how best to eventually mount a larger gun on this chassis an while it would remove the turret it could be a method to save weight. And if we are to face Imperial panzer units we will need a larger gun than the standard."
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Firing Range
@NephyrisX @SlugSLinger @Entity325 @Slayers148
As the militia approach, the dull roar of machine-guns in the distance becomes a piercing chatter that drowns out the bark of rifles. The live-fire ranges are marked by three rectangular berms two meters tall and one meter thick all around. Several tables and tents stand in front, where soldiers from other squads are already signing in on clipboards and grabbing cotton balls from buckets to jam into their ears.
The nearest berm is several times longer than it is wide, stretching over a kilometer from end to end. Militia lounge on wooden benches, plain woven shooting mats or crates for ammunition. Lancers and machine guns seem to be in their groups on opposite ends, while numerous rifles crackle down the middle. Bullets tear through paper targets and the odd bit of well-ventilated Imperial armor. The two tanks at the far end are peppered from lance hits.
The berm to the left appears to be a grenade range with pits dug along it's length, while another set to the right surround a number of buildings and barricades for urban combat training.
"Cease fire! Cease fire! Clear weapons!"
There's a respite from the cacophony as conscripts remove magazines and draw back bolts, the sergeants on duty marching down the lanes to inspect them. The militia gingerly place weapons on rests before stepping forward to replace worn-out targets and stands.
@NephyrisX @SlugSLinger @Entity325 @Slayers148
As the militia approach, the dull roar of machine-guns in the distance becomes a piercing chatter that drowns out the bark of rifles. The live-fire ranges are marked by three rectangular berms two meters tall and one meter thick all around. Several tables and tents stand in front, where soldiers from other squads are already signing in on clipboards and grabbing cotton balls from buckets to jam into their ears.
The nearest berm is several times longer than it is wide, stretching over a kilometer from end to end. Militia lounge on wooden benches, plain woven shooting mats or crates for ammunition. Lancers and machine guns seem to be in their groups on opposite ends, while numerous rifles crackle down the middle. Bullets tear through paper targets and the odd bit of well-ventilated Imperial armor. The two tanks at the far end are peppered from lance hits.
The berm to the left appears to be a grenade range with pits dug along it's length, while another set to the right surround a number of buildings and barricades for urban combat training.
"Cease fire! Cease fire! Clear weapons!"
There's a respite from the cacophony as conscripts remove magazines and draw back bolts, the sergeants on duty marching down the lanes to inspect them. The militia gingerly place weapons on rests before stepping forward to replace worn-out targets and stands.
Ty @Sushi for the words
Overcome +2 Marksman/Heavy Weapons (Normal fire)
Optional: Overcome +4 Marksman/Heavy weapons (Challenge shot)
Overcome +2 Athletics (Grenade!)
Once again, you can attempt to create an advantage for each roll, and pass boosts forward for successes with style.
Overcome +2 Marksman/Heavy Weapons (Normal fire)
Optional: Overcome +4 Marksman/Heavy weapons (Challenge shot)
Overcome +2 Athletics (Grenade!)
Once again, you can attempt to create an advantage for each roll, and pass boosts forward for successes with style.
**==**
Supply Run
@Arvin_Larn
Maggie listened, nodding along with Leo's answers. "Yeah, perfect, you'll do great! That boulder sounds amazing by the way. Let me grab the rest of the stuff and we can get a move on."
A couple minutes later she was back with a handcart piled high with gear and a small wooden crate. She carried the wooden box while a soldier sweating bullets pushed the cart along behind. "Here you go, careful, it's heavier than it looks."
@Arvin_Larn
Maggie listened, nodding along with Leo's answers. "Yeah, perfect, you'll do great! That boulder sounds amazing by the way. Let me grab the rest of the stuff and we can get a move on."
A couple minutes later she was back with a handcart piled high with gear and a small wooden crate. She carried the wooden box while a soldier sweating bullets pushed the cart along behind. "Here you go, careful, it's heavier than it looks."
Overcome +3 Physique
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Blushing a little at the attention I awkwardly stand up and start reciting what I remembered about the topic.
About the placement of the shots depending on the distance, where to shoot to achieve maximum damage and what you should aim to achieve the kill "Tissue damage, organ trauma and blood loss"
In high-risk scenarios and if the situation allows it to aim for the head for an instant kill.
About snipers focusing on officers and specialists for their targets so as to cause as much disruption as possible to enemy operations or targets that pose great peril for the sniper or the operation in question, most of the time making use of the symbols of rank or their behavior( having "military servants" working on a map, using binoculars or talking and moving position frequently)and working their way in descending order by rank, if that is not possible then focusing on eliminating enemy communications.
Then focusing on elaborating on things like:
-Baiting( "dropping weapons or ammunition and engaging the person who picked it up")
-Relocating( "after firing a few shots from a certain position, snipers move unseen to another location before the enemy can determine where he or she is and mount a counter-attack, snipers frequently user this to their advantage creating an atmosphere of chaos and confusion")
-Sound Masking("Very loud sounds in the environment, such as artillery shells air bursting or claps of thunder, can often mask the sound of the shot. This technique is frequently used in clandestine operations, infiltration tactics, and guerrilla warfare")
-Psychological Warfare
And about the Counter-Sniper tactics like:
-Removing or concealing features which would otherwise indicate an officer's rank and the like
-Trying to locate the sniper´s spot ahead of time and surrounding them ("there are a few tricks to locating the hiding spot of an enemy sniper, being familiar with the terrain and searching common spots ahead of time is recommended")
-Having a friendly sniper with the squad ("So far the best counter for a sniper is another sniper, with the help of the squad the friendly sniper can triangulate the position of the enemy sniper and take care of them")
-The use of smoke screens or mortar fire to flush them out in suspected hiding spots.
-Canine help can with the appropriate training track an enemy sniper reliably.
-After the first shot it is possible to track down the direction of the bullet ¿.
And once the position of the sniper is known it is possible to deal with them using tactics like:
-Pincer attacks ("If the sniper's position is known but direct retaliation is not possible, a pair of squads can move through concealment (preferably cover) and drive the sniper toward the group containing the targets. This decreases the chances that the sniper will find a stealthy, quick escape route.")
-Rush("Also known as "Close With And Destroy." If the squad is pinned down by sniper fire and taking casualties, the order may be given to rush the sniper's position. If the sniper is too far away for a direct rush, a "rush to cover" can also be used. The squad may take casualties, but with many moving targets and a slow-firing rifle, the losses are usually small compared to holding position and being slowly picked off.")
Taking a deep breath after reciting all that I lick my lips nervously and look around to gauge the reactions of everyone.
NephyrisX
Luck is my dump stat. And the dice shows.
- Location
- Singapore
@SlugSLinger @Entity325 @Slayers148
"Alright, gentlemen," Linn said as the group takes in the view of the range, stopping at the empty waiting room, "as you can tell, we are at the range."
Nodding towards the quartermaster stationed at the range, Linn grasped the rifle he handed to her, the polished oak structure reflecting the blazing light. "As you all know, this is the Gallian-1 Semi-Automatic Rifle, standard issue amongst the Militia and town guards. The Regulars have better equipment, but, unsurprisingly, we got the scraps, so we make do what we got, hmm?"
The cacophony of rifle fire stopped, followed by the barks from inspection sergeants as the previous group of troops finally vacate the premises. "Alright, all of you, get the documents done at the quartermaster and head on to the range. Valkyria help you if you all can't hit the broad side of the barn. Now, get moving."
"Alright, gentlemen," Linn said as the group takes in the view of the range, stopping at the empty waiting room, "as you can tell, we are at the range."
Nodding towards the quartermaster stationed at the range, Linn grasped the rifle he handed to her, the polished oak structure reflecting the blazing light. "As you all know, this is the Gallian-1 Semi-Automatic Rifle, standard issue amongst the Militia and town guards. The Regulars have better equipment, but, unsurprisingly, we got the scraps, so we make do what we got, hmm?"
The cacophony of rifle fire stopped, followed by the barks from inspection sergeants as the previous group of troops finally vacate the premises. "Alright, all of you, get the documents done at the quartermaster and head on to the range. Valkyria help you if you all can't hit the broad side of the barn. Now, get moving."
Arvin_Larn
Unfortunate Everyman
- Location
- The Land of Insomnia
Supply Run
"Heh, be my guest. I think we'll get along like a house on fire." Leo chuckles back, tapping his foot idly as he waited for Maggie to come back with the 'stuff'.
One step closer to getting what he needed and he might already have a friend in the Militia. He had a good feeling about this...
... Or not. The very nervous grunt behind Maggie certainly wasn't foreboding at all, no Siree.
"Had trouble trying to haul all that equipment over here?" The lad teased, walking up to Maggie. Whatever trepidation that he had with regards to the rather dubious circumstances of his meeting with the Cheslock girl, he wasn't showing.
Leo nods, outstretched arms ready to take in the crate. If Maggie to could carry it then it wasn't that heavy, right?
(Tied Roll)
The reaction was immediate as soon as Maggie let go of the crate, eliciting a strained grunt from Leo as he did his damnedest not to suddenly drop the box despite the fact that seemed to weigh a damned ton. Sweet Merciful Valkyria, she wasn't kidding!
Trying to ignore the fact that his arms were starting to shake from the strain, Leo quickly but gently lowered the crate onto the ground before shaking off the burning pain in his limbs.
"That... was a lot heavier than I imagined." He said to Maggie, not willing to embarrass himself further by opening his mouth again.
Entity325
The Clokwork Gremlin
- Location
- Colorado, USA
Typical firing line forms. Completely unreadable once the Doctor had filled them out, but the quartermaster waved him on with a hollow look after staring at the writing for several minutes.
Dr. Wulf hefted the rifle and took aim at the meter-square at the far end of the range.
Broad side of a barn? I'll show you the broad side of a barn.
When the doctor was done, there was an imprint of a barn neatly in the center of the target.
...
Well, a barn that had been crushed by a tornado. A barn that had been used to store barrels of Ragnite and had been crushed by a tornado. And caught on fire. And hadn't been built to code. But at least it was in the middle of the target.
Mostly.
There were holes all over the paper.
Arvin_Larn
Unfortunate Everyman
- Location
- The Land of Insomnia
Supply Run
@Mina
Leo definitely wasn't the buffest guy around, even back to his time in Sloan, considering that his line of work required more finesse rather than brute strength. It wasn't that he wasn't used to heavy lifting but when you were surrounded by grizzled 30-somethings who engaged in intense manual labour on a daily basis, anyone who wasn't like them tended to look like a twig in comparison. He wasn't given much flak for that, though, given that he was the kid of the guy who made the mining explosives (and was helping the former make the latter once he was old enough).
In any case, the lad from Sloan could feel himself tipping precariously forward. His arms burned from fatigue and he could feel the edges of the box biting at his fingers, demanding that it be let free from his bind. Most people would be seeing their life flash before their eyes by now, burdened with the knowledge that a single slip of the fingers would spell a quick and messy death; the kind that he could find in the instructional comics that the Gallian Militia gave out from time to time.
However, Leonard was anything but ordinary. He takes a deep breath, grunting in exertion as he hefts the crate up for a better hold, before following Maggie towards the R&D Hangar. It was probably the longest couple of minutes he'd had in a long while but the two of them eventually made it to their destination intact, well, except for Leo's dignity.
"What?" He asked Maggie once he had let go of the crate full of volatile chemicals, leveling an inquiring look at the woman.
@Mina
Leo definitely wasn't the buffest guy around, even back to his time in Sloan, considering that his line of work required more finesse rather than brute strength. It wasn't that he wasn't used to heavy lifting but when you were surrounded by grizzled 30-somethings who engaged in intense manual labour on a daily basis, anyone who wasn't like them tended to look like a twig in comparison. He wasn't given much flak for that, though, given that he was the kid of the guy who made the mining explosives (and was helping the former make the latter once he was old enough).
In any case, the lad from Sloan could feel himself tipping precariously forward. His arms burned from fatigue and he could feel the edges of the box biting at his fingers, demanding that it be let free from his bind. Most people would be seeing their life flash before their eyes by now, burdened with the knowledge that a single slip of the fingers would spell a quick and messy death; the kind that he could find in the instructional comics that the Gallian Militia gave out from time to time.
However, Leonard was anything but ordinary. He takes a deep breath, grunting in exertion as he hefts the crate up for a better hold, before following Maggie towards the R&D Hangar. It was probably the longest couple of minutes he'd had in a long while but the two of them eventually made it to their destination intact, well, except for Leo's dignity.
"What?" He asked Maggie once he had let go of the crate full of volatile chemicals, leveling an inquiring look at the woman.
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ana leans back and rubs her forehead with her forearm, clearing the sweat off, she looks up at her comrade, smiling, "This little guy is gunna be A-Okay now! He seems to have an infection, but we'll get that cleared up right quick! Aaaand we saved four of his tails! There's a teeny chunk of ear missing, and he'll have a scar or two. He'll pull through though, just needs a lot of TLC!"
Jaims gently pets the little kit, "What do you think we should call this lucky little guy?"
Jaims gently pets the little kit, "What do you think we should call this lucky little guy?"
Caarn
The Betrayer
Smiled back as she saw Ana's, listening to her as she spoke. Fran nodded to show her acknowledgement as she started writing on her notepad showed to Ana what was written on it. "How about we talk it over back at camp? Little one needs to rest and eat." It said.
AKuz
Been Better
- Location
- A Rising Tide of Horrors
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Yeah!" Ana said as she used some bandages, part of her uniform coat and some sticks to make a tiny stretcher, "Here, can you help me move this guy over so we can get him back to camp. I bet he's hungry!" Ana coos softly to the small animal as she gently puts him on her makeshift medical transport.
Caarn
The Betrayer
Nodded and held the other part of the makeshift stretcher, patting the small creature on the head as she carried the little one with Ana back to camp.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Oh, nuthin'. Y'know." She looked decidedly skeptical, but a deal was a deal. So what he'd made them both nervous as hell, she hadn't gotten in to explosives cuz it was safe. A bit of danger made the work day shorter, figuratively and sometimes literally. She dug through a totally up to regulations back-up secret personal storage box near her work area. Yeah, danger.
"Alright, so you'll need this, and these and one of these. Now, be careful with that, it's one of a kind. Me and my cousin made a few of them a couple summers ago for blowing up, uh...never mind. Anyway, this isn't your rinky-dink little pipe bomb okay? Going off the amount of hamburger we were getting hit with I'd say you'll want a good 20 meters of clearance, NOT that we were getting hit with bits of dead cow...nope. Uh, okay. Here you go, thanks for the help, and remember, top secret. We never met."
Maggie handed off a home-made trigger, a small spool of wire, and a massively overbuilt mess of welded pipes and random spiky bits with a cartoon of a winking girl with a black eye painted on one end. She began to whistle nonchalantly.
Arvin_Larn
Unfortunate Everyman
- Location
- The Land of Insomnia
@Mina
"Well, we're still alive rather than completely vaporized with a huge crater marking where we once stood and you finally got your crate of... whatever-the-heck this is. Probably something you can get into trouble with from the higher-ups, but that's besides the point." Leo wisecracked, acting as if he hadn't just nearly caused both him and the eccentric Cheslock to perish in a brilliant conflagration born of his own clumsiness. He wasn't ready to make a fool of himself yet again!
"Anyway, about those demolition gear?" He asked, hoping to deflect the topic, since he still hadn't gotten his side of the deal. Thankfully, Maggie was all too accommodate that and gave him what he could only describe as the most ramshackle bomb setup he had ever seen thus far and, from what the woman had described of it, he probably didn't want to mishandle it lest he obliterate the entirety of Squad 4's male barracks with a single misplaced wire. And probably shred the unfortunate bastards at least ten meters away from the center of the blast with shrapnel.
Leo had to admit: he was definitely starting to feel like he was playing with fire here, proverbially speaking, but the need for the Squad to have an edge would trump that feeling of ill-ease. He'd just have to be careful.
"Well Miss Cheslock, it's been a pleasure. If I ever happen to be back in the neighborhood after my first deployment, I'll hit you up; maybe you'll have an invention or two that needs a few field tests, eh?" The young man from Sloan grinned as he shook Maggie's hand, the implications of his words as heavy as the bomb sitting snug around his arm.
Maggie was odd, Leo was certain of that, but she was certainly crafty enough that she could... acquire resources through other means apart from official channels and make something useful out of them. Didn't hurt that she was as good a hand with explosives as he was if her demeanour had anything to say about it, and for that the young man felt the possibility of a wonderful partnership between them if the possibility presented itself.
But for now, he simply departed with a cordial wave to the Cheslock girl and an armful of contraband explosives. It was about time he headed back to the Barracks to store his newfound acquisition, after properly making sure that it wouldn't detonate unexpectedly of course, and wait for the Squad to be deployed to Vasel. Valkyrurs guide them for what happens after that.
"Well, we're still alive rather than completely vaporized with a huge crater marking where we once stood and you finally got your crate of... whatever-the-heck this is. Probably something you can get into trouble with from the higher-ups, but that's besides the point." Leo wisecracked, acting as if he hadn't just nearly caused both him and the eccentric Cheslock to perish in a brilliant conflagration born of his own clumsiness. He wasn't ready to make a fool of himself yet again!
"Anyway, about those demolition gear?" He asked, hoping to deflect the topic, since he still hadn't gotten his side of the deal. Thankfully, Maggie was all too accommodate that and gave him what he could only describe as the most ramshackle bomb setup he had ever seen thus far and, from what the woman had described of it, he probably didn't want to mishandle it lest he obliterate the entirety of Squad 4's male barracks with a single misplaced wire. And probably shred the unfortunate bastards at least ten meters away from the center of the blast with shrapnel.
Leo had to admit: he was definitely starting to feel like he was playing with fire here, proverbially speaking, but the need for the Squad to have an edge would trump that feeling of ill-ease. He'd just have to be careful.
"Well Miss Cheslock, it's been a pleasure. If I ever happen to be back in the neighborhood after my first deployment, I'll hit you up; maybe you'll have an invention or two that needs a few field tests, eh?" The young man from Sloan grinned as he shook Maggie's hand, the implications of his words as heavy as the bomb sitting snug around his arm.
Maggie was odd, Leo was certain of that, but she was certainly crafty enough that she could... acquire resources through other means apart from official channels and make something useful out of them. Didn't hurt that she was as good a hand with explosives as he was if her demeanour had anything to say about it, and for that the young man felt the possibility of a wonderful partnership between them if the possibility presented itself.
But for now, he simply departed with a cordial wave to the Cheslock girl and an armful of contraband explosives. It was about time he headed back to the Barracks to store his newfound acquisition, after properly making sure that it wouldn't detonate unexpectedly of course, and wait for the Squad to be deployed to Vasel. Valkyrurs guide them for what happens after that.