The official job is done,
The turrets are set, as command has asked.
But in Hacha's mind, there is a vivid memory of a prisoner exchange. In his memory, such an event was supposed to be sacred, and yet, he had found himself brutalized by sniper fire.
There was decency in the battlefield. These Mother Nerf Herder Fuckers had broken the basic tenants. They had reveled in it.
But they didn't think about Hacha. Hacha was the friendly fix-it man. Hacha did not like fighting. Hacha did not like warfare.
Because Hache fuckin' played for keeps.
"We got bodies? Toss me those mother kriffing grenades right now. We are going to do somethin'~~~~"
d8-Defense Grid-Hacha wants to s0crew over the Mandos on a trap+Destiny fliipped:
1eA+5eP+1eB+3eD 1 success, 4 advantage
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Hacha Tsuko | Tech Modder | Cyberbrain Implant | Flechette Rifle | Turtle's Mechanic"You got something that needs fixing? No? Haha, that's adorable. Stand back and let me work."
Languages Spoken: Basic, Duro
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