Billions!
That was the number, he was sure of it. Bosses never lied, did they?
Well, Teeka sure hoped his slice would be a big one. Maybe he could buy himself a new robe?
He pushed thoughts of wealth, riches beyond measure, and new robes to one side. Because they where nearly here! The Big One! War.
Apex, ever since he had signed on, had promised him this day would come, the day when he could send the Jutland Jewel into an actual battle, and here, on Centares, that time had come. He stood on the upper command deck of the Sandcrawler now, as it juddered into life in a large open space outside Centares capital, in the exact location he had been told to get the innoccuous scrap hauler to.
He snickered to himself as he squeeked a command over the comms, ordering their new addition to be brought to the top deck.
It was, as he called it, a 'bloody big cannon'.
And 90% of the time, it worked, every time.
Jawa guarantee.
He snickered to himself again, as a chorus of 'checking ins' came in from the mercenries stashed into the lower levels of the crawler, and Teeka waited for his Apex colleagues to make their own precense known.
OOC - Welcome to 'Invasions With Nor'baal'. Normal rules apply, with @Phoenix and @Mr. Teatime on the Apex team with me for this thread. Furthermore, mostly because I hate myself, everytime the cannon on top of the sandcrawler fires, I will roll a D10, on a score of one it blows up.
That was the number, he was sure of it. Bosses never lied, did they?
Well, Teeka sure hoped his slice would be a big one. Maybe he could buy himself a new robe?
He pushed thoughts of wealth, riches beyond measure, and new robes to one side. Because they where nearly here! The Big One! War.
Apex, ever since he had signed on, had promised him this day would come, the day when he could send the Jutland Jewel into an actual battle, and here, on Centares, that time had come. He stood on the upper command deck of the Sandcrawler now, as it juddered into life in a large open space outside Centares capital, in the exact location he had been told to get the innoccuous scrap hauler to.
He snickered to himself as he squeeked a command over the comms, ordering their new addition to be brought to the top deck.
It was, as he called it, a 'bloody big cannon'.
And 90% of the time, it worked, every time.
Jawa guarantee.
He snickered to himself again, as a chorus of 'checking ins' came in from the mercenries stashed into the lower levels of the crawler, and Teeka waited for his Apex colleagues to make their own precense known.
OOC - Welcome to 'Invasions With Nor'baal'. Normal rules apply, with @Phoenix and @Mr. Teatime on the Apex team with me for this thread. Furthermore, mostly because I hate myself, everytime the cannon on top of the sandcrawler fires, I will roll a D10, on a score of one it blows up.