Dropship Troopers: Tactical Team Hex and Text based RP(inactive)

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Understood, Company HQ,"

Max says, "I assume we're moving on to the objective now?"

Hadrian doesn't bat an eye.

"Yes- at my discretion. Hold on,"

"Squad 3 to C7, HQ and 4 Hold, 1 and 2, kill that last bug and advance to G1 and G2, stop if you spot anything new,"

Hadrian takes out his recon drone, deploys it, and chucks it into the air. It whizzes away towards E9.

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[Ragequit]

Omar sits on his rock and keeps silent, waiting for orders.

[CypherX]

Cato reloads the MG and prepares to move. He makes a mental note to remember his kill count for later.

[tber123]

Algernon reloads his rifle and engages in some small talk.

"Woah, I'm still alive after this. Everyone okay?"

[Space1255]

"I think so. stuff, did I use my only rocket?"

[CypherX]

Cato sighs deeply and nods his head at Destruí's backpack. "You have more," he says flatly.

[Space1255]

"Thank forget. " he loads another in
(Sorry, I got confused because it said 1/1 rockets and I didn't know if that was the only one I had)

[CypherX]

Don't worry about the numbers the computer will automatically take care of that. Just keep your eyes on the information. Ammo is infinite while most items are consumable or finite. Just keep eye on your ammo since it may be a good idea to reload often.

[Space1255]

Oh.

[Harm94]

The things that are limited are grenades, signal smoke, and drones. Worrying about ammo on this scale would be a logistics nightmare cause computer can only calculate so much :(.

[Ragequit]

Omar checks his magazine.
"Are you kidding? These bug dudes fought like stuff, I doubt half of 'em were even trained for combat."

[tber123]

"This is uh, pure Quantity vs Quality, I guess. We're the quality and stuff." Algernon then looks around at the wasteland around him.

[CypherX]

Cato turns to Algernon and makes this face.

[ZombiLoin]

Max detaches the magazine from her rifle, tops it off with a loose round, and puts it back into her rifle. She turns to Algernon.

"Think I got something snagged under my armor. Have to adjust it a bit."

She disengages the safety on her helmet, and the pressurized air inside rushes out with an audible whoosh. After taking off her helmet she futzes with the armor underneath her collarbone for a few seconds, before frantically donning her helmet and re-pressurizing her armor.

Max takes another look at Algernon and says, "The air here is awful. Feels like the high-atmos training we had- no wonder we have to pressurize these suits."

[tber123]

"I'll make sure to remember that fact." Algernon says. "Guess I won't be taking off this helmet unless its life or death."