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The barrel of Strider's machinegun smoked white-hot. All was silent except for the rumbling of warfare far-yonder and the frantic kill-or-be-killed Tarrhaidim destined for Nova. He refitted his visor then yanked the lever of his bulldozing shooter. Grabbing the canteen from his belt he began pouring its watery coolant on the barrel which hissed with vapours of steam in response. As he let the barrel vent heat, he drew his submachine bolter and began scouring the battlefield for any lingering threats. He approached his comrades in the local vicinity and asked them "Ammo and injuries?" as a post-battle requisite.
He swept the immediate area while waiting for his visor to complete its diagnostics. It was then returned that his vitals were fine though his armour had been ruptured and would require maintenance. Strider began searching the Tarrhaidim's simmering corpses for any tools or equipment he could use to patch himself up with - tape, glue, oil tubes or spray, anything. The carapace on his right shoulder had been shot though served its purpose in absorbing much of the laser's energy. He'd also been shot twice in his torso area but his armour had deflected these glancing blasts. In consequence, this rendered his movement a little slower than usual as some components were damaged. He scavenged nothing of a resource to him.
He returned to the boulder just as 0001 announced "Evaluation: Since our enemies lay deceased before us, we should move towards the furthest and highest objective so that we are able to get a view of the other two objectives." Strider watched as 0001 gave an attentive look toward Saul. He sensed a kindling of disapproval emanating from the staunch construct, though chose to ignore it. Strider knew himself this could have been avoided. 'Recommendation: We should begin moving.' 0001 resumed.
"Yeah I think we should move to the farthest point as well, especially since we caused such a ruckus, so moving as far away from this small skirmish would make it more likely to avoid any potential reinforcements... I think." Josh replied and after quickly assessing the situation, Strider had no choice but to agree despite internal reasoning against such action.
"Moving."
He snatched up the carrying handle of the machinegun in his left hand while gripping the bolter in his right, and marched on with 0001 and Josh towards their objective; the furthest listening post.
He swept the immediate area while waiting for his visor to complete its diagnostics. It was then returned that his vitals were fine though his armour had been ruptured and would require maintenance. Strider began searching the Tarrhaidim's simmering corpses for any tools or equipment he could use to patch himself up with - tape, glue, oil tubes or spray, anything. The carapace on his right shoulder had been shot though served its purpose in absorbing much of the laser's energy. He'd also been shot twice in his torso area but his armour had deflected these glancing blasts. In consequence, this rendered his movement a little slower than usual as some components were damaged. He scavenged nothing of a resource to him.
He returned to the boulder just as 0001 announced "Evaluation: Since our enemies lay deceased before us, we should move towards the furthest and highest objective so that we are able to get a view of the other two objectives." Strider watched as 0001 gave an attentive look toward Saul. He sensed a kindling of disapproval emanating from the staunch construct, though chose to ignore it. Strider knew himself this could have been avoided. 'Recommendation: We should begin moving.' 0001 resumed.
"Yeah I think we should move to the farthest point as well, especially since we caused such a ruckus, so moving as far away from this small skirmish would make it more likely to avoid any potential reinforcements... I think." Josh replied and after quickly assessing the situation, Strider had no choice but to agree despite internal reasoning against such action.
"Moving."
He snatched up the carrying handle of the machinegun in his left hand while gripping the bolter in his right, and marched on with 0001 and Josh towards their objective; the furthest listening post.