Rolled 8, 8, 9, 8 = 33 (4d10)
>>5546366>>5546367The crackling snap of a pulse laser cuts through the maintenance bay, the bright pulsating lance of directed energy guided expertly to strike C2. Kiro and Cleo’s visors dim as the light scatters from the cracking surface of the Crab before them. The already depowered armour cannot disperse the heat quick enough and after a fraction of a second it gives way. The angle isn't perfect, however, the shot missing the inavader’s critical internal systems. Nevertheless its wild flailing diminishes somewhat as it takes massive internal trauma.
<span class="mu-r">C2 Health: 2/8. Armour Damaged: 0/1. Regenerating.</span>
“Shot on target.” Coen calmly reports.
“Good shot, La’aette.” Kiro replies, slightly nervous yet encouraging - the shot having passed close by his position on its way to the target.
“Mhmm. He knows I’d make his first friendly fire incident his last.” Cleo hums with false sweetness, her translator failing to interpret the underlying threat.
“You ignore the banter and use the opportunity to duck out of cover to line up a shot on S3, hoping the sniper fire might have distracted the vigilant Spiker. To your dismay, you have no such luck as you discover the enemy in question already shifting its aim to lash out at you with projected spines. Too late to back out now, you commit to your shot.
<span class="mu-b">S3 overwatch triggered. It fires a 4x1 damage spike shot at Dallas.</span>
