Well sufficient armor in SRW can negate damage all together so Devin isn't wrong.
Is it accurate to say that the Pilum is more or less an early mobile armor?
Ahhh yes, once the Pilum is mass produced they will put an end to the EUDF in no time!
Super Robot Quest
- Thread starter Basarin
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Ahhh yes, once the Pilum is mass produced they will put an end to the EUDF in no time!
BIG ZAM!?Well sufficient armor in SRW can negate damage all together so Devin isn't wrong.
Is it accurate to say that the Pilum is more or less an early mobile armor?
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Base Defense - The Warding Storm
- Location
- USA
Combat, Turn Four
0937, 22 January. A.D. 2071
Pilum Cockpit
"Blackbox recording. Enemy force: significant," Warlord said as the Pilum roared into the air. Even from this high on, he could see the ripples the gusts sent through the dead grass below. "I am currently down four Tank-Mobile squadrons, reserve included. Limited to IFV formations, one amber."
"Enemy is fielding new designs, similar to rescue corps models spotted months ago. Models are highly agile, and capable of shifting into vehicle mode." He winced as he saw the cannons simply miss. "Bravo, Delta, you will do that again!" he roared. "You were trained to fire rounds downrange to kill Union dogs, not miss like a pathetic trainee!"
The verbalabuse encouragement seemed to work, as the remaining combat effective vehicles fired again. Some still missed, but he at least had the satisfaction of watching a few of the shapeshifting robots stagger as armor piercing rounds slammed through their chassis. A few here and there went up in flames. "Standard enemy models agile, dangerous, but not insurmountable."
He then spotted the red and gold model, one that looked significantly different. An ace custom? Attempting to imitate the ace pilots of the Old World? He snorted, the pipe in his mouth rising and falling with the motion. Hypocrite.
The target lock whined affirmative, and Warlord could feel the weapons racks unfold as the Pilum bared its teeth. "Opening fire on lead model. Engaging."
"Richard, heads up!"
The Beowulf's head immediately perked upwards at the warning as he saw the giant obsidian gunship lumbering towards him. A moment later, the gunship temporarily disappeared in a growing cloud of exhaust and missile contrails. A few rockets slammed dangerously close to the Beowulf, but Richard seemed to barely move at all. The Beowulf slightly shifted from side to side, pivoting through a pair of dumbfire rockets at one point.
It was as if he was expecting something else to try and get him.
Sure enough, the gunship plowed through the smokestorm, and-
"What the hell!?"
"Okay, that's new!"
Two massive claws unfolded from the prow of the gunship, and attempted to take a swipe at his head. Richard was rather attached to his head, so he ducked the first attempt. He could feel the small windstorm generated by the swipe alone pass over him, and without thinking too hard about it, immediately jumped to the side. He was rewarded by avoiding the overhead swing that slammed into where he was standing just a moment ago.
"Richard, you've got the last few Bucklers dead ahead!" he heard Oscar yell through the comms. Sparing just a moment to check the minimap in the MMI, he saw Oscar's Jackal rip off an entire section of armor plating from the other squad's command vehicle before slamming its fist through the engine block.
"On it!" With a thought, Beowulf responded to his command as he shifted back into vehicle mode, immediately skidding on one tire around another of the gunship's claws as it tried in vain to grapple him. The IFVs, seeming to understand what he was about to do, hard reversed.
"Nope, not today," Richard announced as Beowulf's engines roared in agreement. His HUD then displayed the last remaining rounds of his rocket launcher.
"You don't get to invade our house and not pay for it!"
Warlord felt nothing as he saw the damned thing rip through the remains of Delta. Slamming a fist through one's drive shaft, hip-mounted rocket launchers ripped through the remaining pair of vehicles. "Blackbox recording: Delta is combat ineffective. I stand alone." He looked up as the radar pinged a series of missile lock warnings. "Hm?"
Immediately he saw more of those strange jet fighter hybrids screaming towards him, already preceded by the telltale contrails of missiles. "Enemy aircraft attempting to knock this unit out of combat."
Some rounds slammed into the frame, but he only had eyes for the Bodkins, the ones that might actually do some damage. With a flick of the control sticks, the claws readied themselves. Judging the distance and the speed momentarily, he flicked the left stick again, and the missiles abruptly swerved away as the claw backhanded them away. "Enemy air assets utilizing a mixture of Hellstrike rounds to mask the approach of Bodkin air-to-air. Ineffective."
He paused as he felt a small shudder. The HUD showed one of the wheels dangling somewhat, sparking and smoking. "Mostly ineffective. Nothing vital."
Combat, Turn Five
"Oh, come on!"
Richard didn't sit still for this heavy weapons salvo. Somehow, he could feel Beowulf urging him on to start moving, and be anywhere but HERE.
He respected that instinct, and was immediately rewarded when the gunship emerged through the smoke again, now looking like something out of some engineer's feverish nightmares. "Drop dead and DIE ALREADY!" the pilot of the machine screamed.
"Not-" He swerved to the left, "-exactly-" He ducked another strike, "-my thing-" He braced his arms against his frame as a claw slammed into them, "-so sorry if I-"
The wind was knocked out of him as he forgot to account for one more claw.
Grabbing hold of the waist, the claw slammed him into the ground. Then again. Then again. Then-
This is the second time in a row this has happened, Richard thought idly as he felt himself and Beowulf get flung a fair distance away from the gunship. He slammed into the ground once, twice, thrice, all leaving behind a certain shape of crater before he wrenched control away from physics and willed Beowulf to get to a knee and slow down. Beowulf, battered and bruised, but still functional, righted itself and slammed a knee into the ground, slowly skidding to a stop.
"You put up a good fight, for a Union dog," the pilot announced. The outstretched claws continued to snap menacingly, as if anticipating grabbing and ripping Beowulf apart. "But no matter how good a machine you've got, you're only one machine. Lay down your arms, and I'll make your death quick."
From the corner of his eye, he saw the HUD softly highlighting an incoming authorization code.
"Tempting offer," Richard said. "Buuuuut-"
"-I'm not done yet!"
"What?"
Warlord had a moment to bat away another of the incoming fighters, this one coming dangerously close. Was that it? Was his trump card a suicide char-?
What.
"No." The jet fighter was latching onto the mech, and it was-
"NO!"
The Pilum roared forwards, claws outstretched-
And the jet fighter screamed towards the sky, taking the mech with it.
This honestly felt silly when I first did this. Great, but silly.
The rush of the wind felt strange, this high up, but it was oddly...liberating. For the briefest of moments, as Richard observed himself again from a detached view, he didn't have to worry about a thing.
But now? It felt...right. Appropriate even.
The V-33 had already unfolded and encased itself over the Beowulf, the module pods already unfolded into configuration slots.
It's almost like the champions of the Old, Old World. Where they donned their best armor, their best weapons, and charged out to do battle for their lords, their masters, their gods.
He felt the assuring thud of the configuration points immediately wiring themselves into the Beowulf, opening his senses to brand new sensations that weren't there a moment ago. And yet not a moment of disorientation, even as the jet engines unfolded to mount onto the back.
And it was only right that as the Union's champion, I announce myself.
This was my battle. My time.
I raised my fist into the air, and I announced myself to the world.
You look again at Sasaki.
She steadfastly remains focused on the screen.
You sigh. "You're within your rights, I know," you mutter as you put a hand to your face.
"As long as we can agree, Sir," she cheerfully agrees.
"Get 'em, Lieutenant!" Katarina cheers.
No.
No, this was unacceptable.
The Union dogs could not have built something like this UNDER EVERYONE'S NOSES!
"You..." Warlord's hands shook as they gripped the control sticks. He was trying to reign in his anger.
He failed.
"YOU..." The pipe in his mouth finally snapped from the pressure, falling to the floor as it was forgotten in favor of rage.
"This is Warlord. I am firing everything."
"Enemy gunship is-"
Katarina's analysis was abruptly interrupted when the machine practically exploded with ammunition. Rockets, missiles, cannon rounds; a veritable storm of contrails, smoke and shell casings erupted from the Pilum as they all fired upwards towards the Foxhound.
The Foxhound disappeared in a cloud of smoke as the rounds all homed in on it. And yet the smoke cloud, far from staying stationary, began to move.
The Foxhound, with its newfound thrusters at full power, was charging straight downwards. Rounds and rockets were impacting off of its armor as some glancing blows simply bounced off, but the Foxhound was going too fast for the ammunition to keep up. "If he keeps that up," you comment, "That Pilum's going to run out right about-"
You could hear the *clack clack* noises of an empty feed from here.
"That's the thing about the old Pilums," you comment idly as the Foxhound righted itself, arms braced to do battle as it hovered in midair. "They're great in theory, and they can ruin someone's day. But if you ever run into the one man who can run you out of ammunition?"
"Deploying Shock Cannon!" Callaghan announced as a compartment from the Foxhound's armor unfolded.
"Well, you're just a sitting duck." You lean forward towards the comms. "Kick his ass, Callaghan."
"Holy hell," Oscar said for the umpteenth time today.
"Shock Cannon! FIRING!"
As he watched a discharge of thunder barrel down towards the gunship, he counted his lucky stars that he got to see this.
Ripples of electricity slammed through the gunship's armor, but it didn't seem to disable it much. But that didn't seem to discourage Richard. And, for that matter, it shouldn't discourage Oscar either.
It didn't. "This is Nine-One," he announced, "C'mon, Ninth! Give him a hand, light the bastard up!"
The majority of the Ninth opened fire with their weapons, all manner of rounds impacting against the hull. It didn't seem like it was doing too much, but as the rounds splattered against it like rain, more and more of the hull began to flake away.
"This is Command. Deploying the Arc Cannon."
And to add another moment on the memorable moments of the day, a V-33 screamed past, slowing down only long enough to drop off a package midflight. A package that burst open immediately and homed in on the Foxhound, reshaping itself even as it was guided by cable and laser to the Foxhound and slamming hard onto its right shoulder.
"This is Callaghan, keep up the rate of fire!" Richard announced as the machinery unfolded itself into what looked to be a shoulder cannon. One that immediately began to spit rounds at a ridiculous speed towards the target.
The wheel that was dangling from the side exploded as the round tore a chunk of the hull away.
"This is Nine-One," Oscar announced with a grin on his face. "Keep it up, let's finish this bastard off!"
A new form of humanity's latest champion, it comes on the wings of smoke and storm.
Through fire, steel and lightning it brings ruin to all who would dare serve the cause of evil.
The selfishness of the Old World is no match for the righteousness of the Union's might!
Your orders?
And holy hell, that was fun to write. Lengthy, but fun.
0937, 22 January. A.D. 2071
Pilum Cockpit
"Blackbox recording. Enemy force: significant," Warlord said as the Pilum roared into the air. Even from this high on, he could see the ripples the gusts sent through the dead grass below. "I am currently down four Tank-Mobile squadrons, reserve included. Limited to IFV formations, one amber."
"Enemy is fielding new designs, similar to rescue corps models spotted months ago. Models are highly agile, and capable of shifting into vehicle mode." He winced as he saw the cannons simply miss. "Bravo, Delta, you will do that again!" he roared. "You were trained to fire rounds downrange to kill Union dogs, not miss like a pathetic trainee!"
The verbal
He then spotted the red and gold model, one that looked significantly different. An ace custom? Attempting to imitate the ace pilots of the Old World? He snorted, the pipe in his mouth rising and falling with the motion. Hypocrite.
The target lock whined affirmative, and Warlord could feel the weapons racks unfold as the Pilum bared its teeth. "Opening fire on lead model. Engaging."
"Richard, heads up!"
The Beowulf's head immediately perked upwards at the warning as he saw the giant obsidian gunship lumbering towards him. A moment later, the gunship temporarily disappeared in a growing cloud of exhaust and missile contrails. A few rockets slammed dangerously close to the Beowulf, but Richard seemed to barely move at all. The Beowulf slightly shifted from side to side, pivoting through a pair of dumbfire rockets at one point.
It was as if he was expecting something else to try and get him.
Sure enough, the gunship plowed through the smokestorm, and-
"What the hell!?"
"Okay, that's new!"
Two massive claws unfolded from the prow of the gunship, and attempted to take a swipe at his head. Richard was rather attached to his head, so he ducked the first attempt. He could feel the small windstorm generated by the swipe alone pass over him, and without thinking too hard about it, immediately jumped to the side. He was rewarded by avoiding the overhead swing that slammed into where he was standing just a moment ago.
"Richard, you've got the last few Bucklers dead ahead!" he heard Oscar yell through the comms. Sparing just a moment to check the minimap in the MMI, he saw Oscar's Jackal rip off an entire section of armor plating from the other squad's command vehicle before slamming its fist through the engine block.
"On it!" With a thought, Beowulf responded to his command as he shifted back into vehicle mode, immediately skidding on one tire around another of the gunship's claws as it tried in vain to grapple him. The IFVs, seeming to understand what he was about to do, hard reversed.
"Nope, not today," Richard announced as Beowulf's engines roared in agreement. His HUD then displayed the last remaining rounds of his rocket launcher.
"You don't get to invade our house and not pay for it!"
Warlord felt nothing as he saw the damned thing rip through the remains of Delta. Slamming a fist through one's drive shaft, hip-mounted rocket launchers ripped through the remaining pair of vehicles. "Blackbox recording: Delta is combat ineffective. I stand alone." He looked up as the radar pinged a series of missile lock warnings. "Hm?"
Immediately he saw more of those strange jet fighter hybrids screaming towards him, already preceded by the telltale contrails of missiles. "Enemy aircraft attempting to knock this unit out of combat."
Some rounds slammed into the frame, but he only had eyes for the Bodkins, the ones that might actually do some damage. With a flick of the control sticks, the claws readied themselves. Judging the distance and the speed momentarily, he flicked the left stick again, and the missiles abruptly swerved away as the claw backhanded them away. "Enemy air assets utilizing a mixture of Hellstrike rounds to mask the approach of Bodkin air-to-air. Ineffective."
He paused as he felt a small shudder. The HUD showed one of the wheels dangling somewhat, sparking and smoking. "Mostly ineffective. Nothing vital."
Combat, Turn Five
"Oh, come on!"
Richard didn't sit still for this heavy weapons salvo. Somehow, he could feel Beowulf urging him on to start moving, and be anywhere but HERE.
He respected that instinct, and was immediately rewarded when the gunship emerged through the smoke again, now looking like something out of some engineer's feverish nightmares. "Drop dead and DIE ALREADY!" the pilot of the machine screamed.
"Not-" He swerved to the left, "-exactly-" He ducked another strike, "-my thing-" He braced his arms against his frame as a claw slammed into them, "-so sorry if I-"
The wind was knocked out of him as he forgot to account for one more claw.
Grabbing hold of the waist, the claw slammed him into the ground. Then again. Then again. Then-
This is the second time in a row this has happened, Richard thought idly as he felt himself and Beowulf get flung a fair distance away from the gunship. He slammed into the ground once, twice, thrice, all leaving behind a certain shape of crater before he wrenched control away from physics and willed Beowulf to get to a knee and slow down. Beowulf, battered and bruised, but still functional, righted itself and slammed a knee into the ground, slowly skidding to a stop.
"You put up a good fight, for a Union dog," the pilot announced. The outstretched claws continued to snap menacingly, as if anticipating grabbing and ripping Beowulf apart. "But no matter how good a machine you've got, you're only one machine. Lay down your arms, and I'll make your death quick."
From the corner of his eye, he saw the HUD softly highlighting an incoming authorization code.
GALE COMBINATION, AUTHORIZED
"Tempting offer," Richard said. "Buuuuut-"
GALE COMBINATION, ACTIVATE. LASER GUIDANCE CONFIRMED.
"-I'm not done yet!"
"What?"
Warlord had a moment to bat away another of the incoming fighters, this one coming dangerously close. Was that it? Was his trump card a suicide char-?
GALE FORMATION!
What.
"No." The jet fighter was latching onto the mech, and it was-
"NO!"
The Pilum roared forwards, claws outstretched-
And the jet fighter screamed towards the sky, taking the mech with it.
This honestly felt silly when I first did this. Great, but silly.
The rush of the wind felt strange, this high up, but it was oddly...liberating. For the briefest of moments, as Richard observed himself again from a detached view, he didn't have to worry about a thing.
But now? It felt...right. Appropriate even.
The V-33 had already unfolded and encased itself over the Beowulf, the module pods already unfolded into configuration slots.
It's almost like the champions of the Old, Old World. Where they donned their best armor, their best weapons, and charged out to do battle for their lords, their masters, their gods.
He felt the assuring thud of the configuration points immediately wiring themselves into the Beowulf, opening his senses to brand new sensations that weren't there a moment ago. And yet not a moment of disorientation, even as the jet engines unfolded to mount onto the back.
And it was only right that as the Union's champion, I announce myself.
This was my battle. My time.
I raised my fist into the air, and I announced myself to the world.
REPPU GATTAI!
FOXHOUND FORMATION!
FOXHOUND FORMATION!
You look again at Sasaki.
She steadfastly remains focused on the screen.
You sigh. "You're within your rights, I know," you mutter as you put a hand to your face.
"As long as we can agree, Sir," she cheerfully agrees.
"Get 'em, Lieutenant!" Katarina cheers.
No.
No, this was unacceptable.
The Union dogs could not have built something like this UNDER EVERYONE'S NOSES!
"You..." Warlord's hands shook as they gripped the control sticks. He was trying to reign in his anger.
He failed.
"YOU..." The pipe in his mouth finally snapped from the pressure, falling to the floor as it was forgotten in favor of rage.
"This is Warlord. I am firing everything."
"Enemy gunship is-"
Katarina's analysis was abruptly interrupted when the machine practically exploded with ammunition. Rockets, missiles, cannon rounds; a veritable storm of contrails, smoke and shell casings erupted from the Pilum as they all fired upwards towards the Foxhound.
The Foxhound disappeared in a cloud of smoke as the rounds all homed in on it. And yet the smoke cloud, far from staying stationary, began to move.
The Foxhound, with its newfound thrusters at full power, was charging straight downwards. Rounds and rockets were impacting off of its armor as some glancing blows simply bounced off, but the Foxhound was going too fast for the ammunition to keep up. "If he keeps that up," you comment, "That Pilum's going to run out right about-"
You could hear the *clack clack* noises of an empty feed from here.
"That's the thing about the old Pilums," you comment idly as the Foxhound righted itself, arms braced to do battle as it hovered in midair. "They're great in theory, and they can ruin someone's day. But if you ever run into the one man who can run you out of ammunition?"
"Deploying Shock Cannon!" Callaghan announced as a compartment from the Foxhound's armor unfolded.
"Well, you're just a sitting duck." You lean forward towards the comms. "Kick his ass, Callaghan."
"Holy hell," Oscar said for the umpteenth time today.
"Shock Cannon! FIRING!"
As he watched a discharge of thunder barrel down towards the gunship, he counted his lucky stars that he got to see this.
Ripples of electricity slammed through the gunship's armor, but it didn't seem to disable it much. But that didn't seem to discourage Richard. And, for that matter, it shouldn't discourage Oscar either.
It didn't. "This is Nine-One," he announced, "C'mon, Ninth! Give him a hand, light the bastard up!"
The majority of the Ninth opened fire with their weapons, all manner of rounds impacting against the hull. It didn't seem like it was doing too much, but as the rounds splattered against it like rain, more and more of the hull began to flake away.
"This is Command. Deploying the Arc Cannon."
And to add another moment on the memorable moments of the day, a V-33 screamed past, slowing down only long enough to drop off a package midflight. A package that burst open immediately and homed in on the Foxhound, reshaping itself even as it was guided by cable and laser to the Foxhound and slamming hard onto its right shoulder.
"This is Callaghan, keep up the rate of fire!" Richard announced as the machinery unfolded itself into what looked to be a shoulder cannon. One that immediately began to spit rounds at a ridiculous speed towards the target.
The wheel that was dangling from the side exploded as the round tore a chunk of the hull away.
"This is Nine-One," Oscar announced with a grin on his face. "Keep it up, let's finish this bastard off!"
A new form of humanity's latest champion, it comes on the wings of smoke and storm.
Through fire, steel and lightning it brings ruin to all who would dare serve the cause of evil.
The selfishness of the Old World is no match for the righteousness of the Union's might!
The Foxhound
Notable Character - Can make two attacks per turn at 2d6 for 1 HP each. Counts as single Action. 15/17 HP
Combine - Gale Formation: Spend Action to Combine with Jackal. +5 HP to Jackal. V-33 will make one free Strike at Disadvantage (1d6, Threshold of 5-6, 1 HP) during Combine.
Agile - Despite the extra bulk, rocket boosters still enable quick movement and limited flight. Can negate one successful Enemy Strike at 2d6. K-Scale bonus applies.
Additional Weaponry - Can Re-Roll one failed strike against Enemy Target at Disadvantage (1d6). Can be applied once every turn.
Charged Cannon - 2d6, 1 HP, Chance to Shock Enemy at Disadvantage (1d6, Threshold of 4-6). Counts as a Single Action.
Targeting Solutions - If Notable, may target Strikes on different targets.
Arc Cannon - Experimental K-Class Artillery Cannon. Fires electro-magnetically charged shots at high speeds. In its current state, it cannot sustain a rapid pace of fire, but can only fire a single, albeit supercharged, shot. Counts as a Heavy Weapon Strike that can be fired once every three turns. Alternately, can be used as a Finishing Strike. Test roll is contextual, but can deal up to 5 HP.
Notable Character - Can make two attacks per turn at 2d6 for 1 HP each. Counts as single Action. 15/17 HP
Combine - Gale Formation: Spend Action to Combine with Jackal. +5 HP to Jackal. V-33 will make one free Strike at Disadvantage (1d6, Threshold of 5-6, 1 HP) during Combine.
Agile - Despite the extra bulk, rocket boosters still enable quick movement and limited flight. Can negate one successful Enemy Strike at 2d6. K-Scale bonus applies.
Additional Weaponry - Can Re-Roll one failed strike against Enemy Target at Disadvantage (1d6). Can be applied once every turn.
Charged Cannon - 2d6, 1 HP, Chance to Shock Enemy at Disadvantage (1d6, Threshold of 4-6). Counts as a Single Action.
Targeting Solutions - If Notable, may target Strikes on different targets.
Arc Cannon - Experimental K-Class Artillery Cannon. Fires electro-magnetically charged shots at high speeds. In its current state, it cannot sustain a rapid pace of fire, but can only fire a single, albeit supercharged, shot. Counts as a Heavy Weapon Strike that can be fired once every three turns. Alternately, can be used as a Finishing Strike. Test roll is contextual, but can deal up to 5 HP.
Your orders?
And holy hell, that was fun to write. Lengthy, but fun.
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Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
[X] Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
-[X] Turn One: It's a gunship, built for hosing down fire on ground based targets for the most part. A weapon of terror if you will--it's not built to fight something that can get above it--at least in theory anyway. After all, it can't point those claws through its rotors, right? Standard Attack and Shock Cannon, Reroll reserved for evasive actions.
-[X] Turn Two: Oh hey, our air support's back, let's have them do a bombing run while we get some distance, maybe see if we can straight out disable its flight systems? Or otherwise ground it? Just fire everything! Reroll reserved for evasion
-[X] Turn Three: FINISH HIM! Shock Cannon to hopefully immobilize him, and Finishing Strike Arc Cannon to seal the deal.
-[X] Turn One: It's a gunship, built for hosing down fire on ground based targets for the most part. A weapon of terror if you will--it's not built to fight something that can get above it--at least in theory anyway. After all, it can't point those claws through its rotors, right? Standard Attack and Shock Cannon, Reroll reserved for evasive actions.
-[X] Turn Two: Oh hey, our air support's back, let's have them do a bombing run while we get some distance, maybe see if we can straight out disable its flight systems? Or otherwise ground it? Just fire everything! Reroll reserved for evasion
-[X] Turn Three: FINISH HIM! Shock Cannon to hopefully immobilize him, and Finishing Strike Arc Cannon to seal the deal.
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LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
[X] Plan: Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
NaanContributor
Provider of delicious flatbread, and nothing else.
- Location
- Hawaii
[X] Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
- Location
- California
[X] Plan: Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
Honestly, at this junction we could probably get away with the basic plan,' shoot it until it dies,' instead of this one. Eh, we're nearly at the end, but I have to ask: How much HP do we have?
Honestly, at this junction we could probably get away with the basic plan,' shoot it until it dies,' instead of this one. Eh, we're nearly at the end, but I have to ask: How much HP do we have?
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
We're down 2 out of 17. He's down around six or so.
Mind you, he can still fuck us up bad. That quad-claw attack is just a new level of bullshit if he can use it repeatedly. He can theoretically spit out 10 damage a round if his rolls are good there, and we can only Agile Save 2 of that damage tops.
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- Location
- USA
@RookDeSuit, I got ninja'd by @Alectai, but 15/17 HP at the moment. I updated the stat sheet at the end of the post to reflect it.
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
[X] Plan: Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
What is the Pilum's Current heath?
- Location
- New York
[X] Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
- Location
- USA
In short: you don't quite know.
But it's not looking too healthy right now for it.
[X] Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
Also I see that we did in fact make it red to go fasta.
Huh, thats an odd remark. Why WOULD that be hypocrisy?
Also I see that we did in fact make it red to go fasta.
He parried missiles?!
I'm missing some key context here, but it sounds like he has a thing for Knights.
- Location
- USA
He didn't exactly parry them all. He failed the Claw Defense roll by one.
But after reading the comments about that, I liked the idea and let it go through.
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
- Location
- USoA
[X] Whoever said Dogfighting is dead?
Probably because in his view the Union made countries give up their individuality to join up. He's just spouting crap from the looks of it.
Probably because in his view the Union made countries give up their individuality to join up. He's just spouting crap from the looks of it.
- Location
- PA
If I'm right, because this I think is Basarin rolling with some of the ideas I threw out in an omake, it's hypocrisy because it's the same sort of notion the Seperatists use-one man leading humanity instead of some council of tribes or however they see those conspiring EUDF fiends.
EUDF wants maximum 'power of the people' and Seperatists are proclaiming 'right to rule by bloodline!' and thus they think the EUDF wouldn't like the idea of a singular 'hero' that kicks butt and takes name versus the faceless might of an army.
HaHaHa, Reap The Whirlwind, Warlord!
- Location
- USA
@veekie, @Zaealix, @Theunderbolt
The Westphalians tend to view the Old World through some serious nostalgia filters. @Zaealix's omake did already see the ideas I was going through with it, and @Theunderbolt's comment got it in one.
They're very much for the glory of war, for dominating an 'other' entity, and for the advancement war and competition can bring. For in a divided world, such an arena is always available.
They very conveniently forget all the horrors of war, genocide, disease and economic disasters that came along with it. Most of the world got with the program pretty damned quickly after the Unification Wars and the Day of Starfall wrecked a good chunk of real estate.
The Westphalians tend to view the Old World through some serious nostalgia filters. @Zaealix's omake did already see the ideas I was going through with it, and @Theunderbolt's comment got it in one.
They're very much for the glory of war, for dominating an 'other' entity, and for the advancement war and competition can bring. For in a divided world, such an arena is always available.
They very conveniently forget all the horrors of war, genocide, disease and economic disasters that came along with it. Most of the world got with the program pretty damned quickly after the Unification Wars and the Day of Starfall wrecked a good chunk of real estate.
Hey Basarin. What's the "typical" EUDF garrison have in terms of air units?