"It's a tall order," Jaakko responds, "Toppling an empire which has stood for millennia, and who makes their cities into virtual fortresses, and makes every citizen a soldier, will be several times harder without the use of weapons forbidden by some of those global weapons treaties."
Jaakko looks into his drink, then back at Kommandant.
: They're tough, but not invincible. If worst comes to worst, we still have the bomb.
"Yes i would love to go! Any opportunity to spend some lead is a time well spent." Tippy says brightly.
: Sounds like a plan then. I'll tell you the date once they post it.
: Hey, maybe you should invite your parents!
Morten clenches his fist.
: 'Course, it might be trouble if the tank shows up, might awaken some sleeper conditioning in them and they'd try to blow it up.
Pansar's Ballistic Skill 30
Salt Shaker maximum range 40m
Target at 2 meters. "Point Blank" range provides bonus of 20
Called shot (Head) provides penalty of 20
Test taken at 30
Roll: 11 - success
Result: 1 hit to headMorten grabs a plastic salt shaker and hurls it at Frisk's face. Though the impact wasn't enough to inflict anything other than a minor bruise, Frisk was leaning back in his chair enough to take the front two legs off the ground, and he ends up toppling over backwards. Virvel laughs and starts clapping, Nagato stifles a laugh, the rest of Raiden and their guest exchange looks of concern, Eremit puts his elbow on the table and hides his face in his hand, and Kommandant pauses his conversation with Crash to address Pansar.
: Careful, now. You nearly hit
me instead.
He leans over and looks down at Frisk.
: Speaking of parents, didn't yours teach you "four on the floor"?
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