1. Tool

    Private A Matter of Minutes

    During the Scorpion Assault.... Everything went relatively smoothly as Cutter's hand split from the group and weaved its way unseen to the bridge. Glancing overhead, there were no patrolling guards to disturb this painting. When the boxes opened, there were long-nosed spikes, their edges...
  2. Tool

    Private A Matter of Minutes

    Even in with the best intentions one can not prevent tragedy. When the conflict died down and the first nest was secured, Tool rose and hustled into the nest. Toothy smile turned sour at the loss of life, in truth it was his own fault. Zalan had given him the highest mercy so he did not suffer...
  3. Tool

    Private A Matter of Minutes

    Tool hummed as he brought up the rear, adjusting his bolts; he had several that were bulbed with enough weight to not splinter in his crossbow. Slinging the heavy crossbow off, he slotted two of his other creations into place. Zalan had begun his assault on the first nest, Tool kept his eyes out...
  4. Tool

    Private A Matter of Minutes

    The bitter scent of armonium was something Tool enjoyed. Coupled with the shadowing effect, it was something he planned on using. His lips cracked into a crazed smile, as he observed Zalan's hands. 'Guards ahead aye?' Wrinkling his nose lightly the man crouched further into the shadows. Keeping...
  5. Tool

    Private A Matter of Minutes

    "No sir! Sappers get to work! It's time to give 'em a show!" Laughed rumbled through the Squad as they broke formation and got to work. Tool perked up and gave a toothy grin. Wagging a finger in the air he gestured to four crates and two backpacks. Within the crates were a few experimental...
  6. Tool

    Private A Matter of Minutes

    '1 2 3 4... 1 2 3 4..' Per every count he shaved down the layered clay on his homemade explosives. Ignored by his seniors; Tool had completed his assessment and report of the horses and the digging of latrines. Now he concentrated on making his toys more applicable to their 8-ball situation...
  7. Tool

    Tool

    Tool "Here's some bread! Powdered smell? I don't know what you mean.." "It started when I was just a lad see.. My Father went off the war for the Empire but never came home.. My brothers were next until it was my turn. Each of us has died on the field for some said higher purpose but I...
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