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Cyros had his unit gather at the central barracks of the starport to meet their newly assigned squadmate after being denied a grenade resupply by the quartermaster. He doubted he'd ever see another imperial guardsman as resolute as Holt, but Cyros hasn't yet given up hope for a replacement who...

"A few generations of that kind of thinking and a space marine might be born." Cyros joked to Nyota when she revealed her ulterior motives for digging shards of flak vest out of his back. But she had a point. Maybe it was time to think on starting a legacy for himself. Way he reckoned, Holt's...

"Holt followed me through the battlefield every step of the way to eliminate the Severan sniper that wounded Nyota in the shoulder, shooting down all of the grays I encountered along our warpath my entrenchment tool did not dispatch." Cyros stated to Xanatov, Arnette, and Nyota once his squad...

Holt was supposed to outlive him. Cyros committed the sight of his fallen squadmate to memory before pulling himself up on the piton and beginning to use his knife to stab into the side of the artillery pit as a means to drag himself out of the flooded artillery emplacement and slither on his...

Three chimeras, a tank commander, and a gray heretic commissar. Not a bad price to pay if you're only losing a pair of imperial guardsmen. Cyros laughed, replaying the moment that Vindicare took the shot over and over again in his head. The 1118th Ad-hoc Irregulars would be alright. That's...

Nyota, Arnette, Xanatov... Cyros hoped to return to them in time, but he knew there were others he must save. He locks eyes with Holt as he reverently takes out a frag grenade and motions for his squadmate to do the same. "Yell like furies." He says to the man with a mile-wide smile before...

Cyros slid back into the trench to treat Nyota alongside Arnette as Xanatov and Holt bought them all time with suppressive fire. "Remember the imperial catechism of healing, Arnette. You will save her." He ordered as they together compressed the wound with a tourniquet to staunch the bleeding...

"Xanatov! Nyota! Recharge your lasguns and set them to maximum power. Holt and Arnette, follow their lead and set your weapons to maximum power as well on the double! We might not have the equipment to pierce their leman russ tanks, but we'll give those chimera transports volley after volley...

"Welcome to the rescue mission," Cyros amicably greets Private Elsara and her unit after they make their introductions at the assignment board, "but if we both sally forth from the base that leaves the defensive line without a dedicated squad of combat medics for when the Severan reservists make...

"I guess that's our cue." Cyros said, looking between Mazer and Oz. "Let's head out and see what we can do to rescue any survivors and eliminate this threat. We do this fast enough, maybe we'll be able to mop up any Severan reservists the rest of the 1118th repulse from the spaceport...

"Private Oz and his crew are said to be reconnaissance specialists." Cyros stated to Mazer, dispatching Xanatov to request the presence of that squad's commanding officer to the assignment board to participate in the impromptu meeting if he can't quickly be found in the immediate vicinity...

The traitors were going to try retaking this spaceport? Cyros guessed they didn't know the Ad-hoc Irregulars held this ground. Hearing about Mazer's fortification efforts Cyros ordered his unit of four to go back and collect those empty armaplas crates to dissemble with their laser-cutter tools...

Cyros returns Holleski's salute as Xanatov heads into the Centaur utility vehicle. "Make sure it's fresh off the assembly line, not fresh out of the repair depot." He reminds his squadmate as his subordinate begins to thoroughly inspect the interior for anything that looked slightly out of...

Cyros assembles his squad in the staging area. He wouldn't dream of going to war with anyone ever than Holt, Xanatov, Arnette, and Nyota. He remembers to smile when he gives orders this time, hands still shaky even after he took a long drag on a Lho stick. "We're doing a sweep of this area of...

If the Sheriff noticed what Christina said about him, he didn't make any indication of it. "Your vault is just one of many, spread out all over what's left of the country. That's why they're numbered you see. There's a few ones dotted around what remains of the Washington D.C. area, so plenty of...

The gates opened again with a crash. The other Stockholm twin, along with an african american man wearing a duster similar to that of the twins, a cowboy hat, holding a strange assault rifle in his hands, with a gold badge pinned to his chest reading 'Sheriff Simms', exited, a Mr. Handy and a...

"Look, missy," Deputy Stockholm drawled, tilting his head at an angle, looking at Christina through the corner of his eye and pointing the index finger of his free hand at her. "You're lucky we let waster mutts like you inside the walls at all, so don't put on airs and act like you've earned the...

The robot headed back to Springvale as the party entered the proximity of Megaton. The scent of burning and burnt flesh became more and more overpowering in the air the closer they got to the top of the hill. Turning a corner, they find two hunting rifles leveled at them with professional ease...

Atlas saw many outcroppings of boulders and groves of petrified trees ideal for concealment surrounding the mound of mutated ants whose passages twisted and turned as the ground beneath them swelled all the way up to the very apex of the hill, the seat of Megaton. @SpaceDandy.

The vault dwellers elect as a group to leave the husk of Springvale behind them to travel to the junkyard evidently known as Megaton as Christina Miller chose to leave the relative safety of the same city for the open wastes in the search of treasure. As they depart from the lifeless...