Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group...
Warhammer 40K RPG: our heroes are Rogue Trader crew,
trying to scrape together enough credits for a real spaceship.
for now the crew has a previously Ork-looted and re-rigged thunderhawk shuttle.
so far the heaviest armament it carries is a rear-firing gravity cannon.
this is a vicious weapon:
for one thing it does rending damage on ship's hulls if it hits,
and even if it misses its target, it leaves a "dimple" in the local gravity field
that messes with trajectories and renders warp jumps quite deadly.
it is a weapon to be fired in outer space only.
also the crew have hired a gretchin rigger (small ork slave) to help out around the shuttle.
he has adequate repair skill, and can understand the orkish controls,
and translate anything weird the orkish AI onboard may say.
So the heroes have docked in a disreputable back area of Necromunda,
trying to cut a deal with the local scavvies. During the negotiations,
the Enforcers (police) show up from 3 sides. The players know they will be
arrested along with the street scum. They fight their way to the shuttle,
which is ready for takeoff, and facing towards the outdoors.
their rigger is facing the fight; near the wing with an autogun, providing covering fire from a ring-mount.
The captain leaps in the door, and (in Orkish), orders the AI to fire the grav cannon.
The AI reminds the captain in no polite terms that this is folly.
The captain yells at the rigger to come undo the safety interlock.
rigger informs captain there is no safety interlock.
Captain tells the AI to effing fire the effing grav gun, pronto.
AI: as you wish, captain.
meanwhile The rest of the crew leaps on board.
the captain player rolled near maximum damage (on structural, not personal) for the weapon.
the GM rolled a critical failure on the buildings of the underhive to resist compromise due to damage.
One entire squad of cops totally disappeared.
No fires started because too many water mains were cut by the weapon.
The other 2 squads and all the scavvies ran in fear.
As the Thunderhawk jets out of the docking bay, leaving a huge cloud behind,
the rigger is looking back at the scene from the ring-mount,
screaming at the top of his lungs:
THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED !!!
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