Site C - Balanced Scenario
Maj. Jovita Rios,
4th Acontecimento Armored Squadron
I hope you're sitting down, Commandante, because ou're not going to believe this one!
Remember that cargo depot I told you about? Well, Coalition Command wasn't able to spare any manpower to go empty it out right away. No big deal, we figured-- an unmanned ammo dump in the middle of the arctic isn't exactly going anywhere! But then an hour ago, orbital sensors detected an enemy atmospheric craft making repeated attack runs over the yard!
A small scouting crew was sent in to survey the damage, and they got there just in time to see the last of the bombing runs. Except it wasn't any Morat gunship-- it was some grasa culo cargo ship throwing shipping containers out of its hold to smash the yard's defensive turrets!
According to the scouts, the ship has dropped a pair of cargo loaders to the surface, and they've spent the last forty minutes dragging pallets into some sort of energy beam that's pulling 'em up into space.
We're losing ground to the enemy every week, but this feels like a pretty embarassing fight to concede to the space monsters, Commander. I have no problem admitting that their soldiers outgun us in almost any fair fight, but I don't think we should be advertising that they can defeat us with a jodido garbage scow.
Please go show them that the bar for effort in the battle for Paradiso hasn't yet been lowered quite this far... at least, not yet..
Luminous Purveyor of Dependable Appurtenances
Distressed entreaty for deliverance, noble Commander!
This one hopes that you recognize that it bears only the highest esteem for the puissant champions of the Ur, with yourself placed foremost among your confederates. Your valiant deeds in the furtherance of the Great Work inspire and sustain a factotum as meager as this one, and all of this one's adulation and exaltation fall at your feet.
However, this one must concede that it has allowed exuberance to overtake prudence, yielding retrospectively inevitable ruin. It felt such ravishment at the privilege of rendering some small service to the towering beacons of the might of the Ur, Commander. Such elation! But in its rapture, this one forgot its place, and thought to count itself astride your ranks when specious opportunity beckoned.
This one thought to offer the righteous defenders of the Ur a gift to convey its humble regard, but when duty called those tireless combatants to worthier labours, this one injudiciously resolved to retrieve the tempting fruit from its mechanical guardians, that it might surprise its deserving superiors with the promised prize. Oh, the shame this one has heaped upon the already-sullied name of Exrah through its impertinent hubris!
The task began auspiciously enough; this one's race is forbidden from retaining its own combatants, so the mechanical sentinels that shielded the coveted bounty presented a challenge requiring significant rumination. However, this one leveraged the resources at its disposal, managing to undermine the automated wardens of the cargo yard through the declivity of vacant metallic receptacles ejected from the aft of this one's atmospheric shuttle. This one truly felt in that moment what is likely quite mundane to one such as yourself-- the rousing thrill of the conquering warrior!
Dismally, however, this one's triumph was to be only transitory, for the instant this one descended to the frigid surface with its steadfast loading apparatus to collect its prize, its systems detected the imminent looming of vexatious human interlopers!
This one's hubris has truly invited ruin upon itself and on the very plans of the inexorable Ur. Please, Commander-- this one begs for deliverance! This one will assuredly face merciless repercussions if it allows the humans to capture the Ur's machines. This one has only just begun to serve, Commander! It has so much more to give!
Please, kindly champion! This one comprehends the indescribable imprudence of its brash pretension, and throws itself on the mercy and justice of the defenders of the majestic Ur! With all urgency, this one begs for extrication this one from the residuum of its own presumption!
Prosperity betide us both!
| TAG (Hackable) |
Loader | ||||||||
| MOV | CC | BS | PH | WIP | ARM | BTS | STR | S | |
| 6-6 | 13 | 10 | 15 | 12 | 9 | 0 | 3 | 7 | |
| Abilities: | Vehicle, Heavy | ||||||||
| Equipment: | Assault Hacking Device | ||||||||
| Weapons: | Flash Pulse, Electric Pulse | ||||||||
The Loader may pick up any Cargo Pallet that is in base contact with the front of the Loader by spending a short skill. Once picked up, the Cargo Pallet always remains flat against the front of the Loader (if it was picked up at an angle, it is pulled flat). Cargo Pallets are considered to be tall enough to entirely block LoF to the Loader, and will do so even while the Loader is moving; in order to fire at the Loader, a model must be able to draw LoF to it around the side of the loaded Cargo Pallet.
Salvage crates secured during campaign missions become available for upgrading friendly Spec Ops models during the campaign. After the mission, roll to check each crate's contents on the salvage chart at right. The rolled upgrade becomes available to be purchased by any ONE allied Spec-Ops during the campaign at a cost of 2XP.
Once purchased by a Spec-Ops model, either apply the Munitions Salvage's ammo type to one rifle, pistol, shotgun, SMG, chain weapon, or grenade the model possesses, or grant the model a new CCW with the listed ammo type. Munitions Salvage replaces all other ammo types possessed by the weapon it is applied to.