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Noon Cake
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>>331235
Damn it, yes! You're an Imperial Fist; a thinker and a planner. Like the glory-hungry Ultramarines or the bloodthirsty Space Wolves, you are powerful beyond all else and possessing a keen military intellect, but your own is so much greater. You know what to do to make the battle work with you, not against.
You summon the PDF sergeant and speak to him once more. Removing your blood-red helmet, the lowly fellow looks upon your grizzled face and evidently feels more relaxed. Serious planning must be made, and you don't need him mindlessly agreeing with a faceless giant because he is too scared to voice his own opinions.
Even if yours are clearly better...
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>>330483
You suggest moving to the cult shrine to meet with Venar and Darius. With Jingles left here for support, you could join with the others to create a deadly attack force.
>>330545
While a useful distraction could be achieved, firing upon the bridge would alert the enemy of this position, and enemy forces are more plentiful and better equiped. It would likely not end well for the inhabitants of this firebase.
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The sergeant barely looks at you directly, focusing on some interesting spot on the floor, breaking eye contact frequently. He is clearly intimidated, and your attempts to become more approachable clearly aren't working admirably.
>'Uhm, well... I guess we could, uh... I dunno? Maybe we could send some men, uh, over to the... uh...'
He is talking a lot, but saying nothing. Hearing the troops yelling and carrying on ouside, he excuses himself, salutes you and runs outside, obiously relieved by whatever is going on out there. What a waste of time.
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