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“Second shot?” You repeated, “Nah, it’s my turn now. You had your chance, now budge over. I’ve got my pride to consider.”
Linda gave you puppy-dog eyes. “That’s no fair, Rein. Your loader already had the second shot ready for me. You’re stealing food off my plate again, during <span class="mu-i">rationing</span> too.”
You waved a finger. “You’ve got reserves to spare, from the looks of your neckline. Besides, we’re all taking off the Kaiser’s plate this holiday.”
Rationing had been mandated for the past few months. The Empire couldn’t help but be nervous, yet for the latter half of December, there had been a special effort to triple everybody’s rations. Praise the Kaiser. Langenachfest would not be an <span class="mu-i">Eintopfsonntag</span>. The cause had been, for the second year in a row, a severe grain blight. Nobody seemed to know exactly how widespread or what scale it was…just that, for some time, the difference had been made up with foreign trade to those in the world without unjustified impotent spite for the Grossreich.
Linda puffed up her cheeks at you. “That’s just ‘cause I’m trying to feed the baby, y’know.” <span class="mu-i">Your</span> baby. You had to wonder if she knew...even if the kid’s name made it obvious to you.
“Quit your stalling,” you beckoned sharply twice with a hand, “Don’t you want to watch me perform?”
Linda paused, and climbed out of the turret, a sharp Dhegyar whistle chasing her bottom out. She glanced back sharply, but voice no condemnation. That was the risk she took in her fashion. “Fine. Go on, show me a trick shot. I’ll watch. I’ve got high expectations, you know.”
“As you should, scruffy,” you poked Linda’s nose, “I’ll signal out the turret when I’m about to shoot.”
“Can’t I just watch from here?” Linda pointed to the stowage you’d perched on before. “This seems just fine.”
“Trust me,” you shook your head, “It ain’t a pleasant observation post when that thing goes off. I’d watch from that glider again, or anywhere far that’s not behind the turret.” The distance the backblast was dangerous, even deadly, was quite distant. A complaint you already had considering the necessity of Luftpanzers to work in close conjunction with infantry. “Here,” you passed your binoculars to Linda, “Watch the far one get it.”
Once you’d got back in and put your headset back on, you had the Luftpanzer moved. It wouldn’t be any fair if you just corrected off Linda’s last shot, after all, so you pivoted over and moved back- the angle on the target hulk was even less ideal now, but easy shots weren’t so simple to set up on the field.
>Roll 3 sets of 1d100, Best of 3, DC roll under 25
