Nu när ni pratar om att samla in magasin så skrev jag nog faktiskt ihop en variant av den scenen till en armélista för väldans länge sedan. Långt innan jag byggde det här. Det hade jag glömt av.
*Letar lite på hårddisken*
Aha! Här är den:
(Ooan är min warboss, Niblit hans Gretchin assistant och Rambork är en kommando-nob.)
Ooan was watching the monitors showing pictures from the surveillance cameras as the kommandoz advanced through the base. Niblit was sitting in the chair beside the ork boss and looked at the blueprints over the station. Suddenly something caught his eye and he turned towards Ooan.
“Boss?”
Ooan continued to watch the screens.
“Not now, Niblit.”
Niblit started pulling Ooan’s coat.
“Boss?”
“Shut up!”
“Bossbossbossbossboss…”
Ooan turned towards Niblit.
“WOT?!?”
Niblit looked at the blueprints again and then back to Ooan.
“Wot do doose sluggas fire?”
“Standard 40 millimetre solid slug. Standard Ummie-piercing round. Why?”
Niblit pointed at the map.
“Well… If yoo look at where da team is, dey is right under da central cooling towers.”
Ooan looked confused.
“So?”
“If dey fire, won’t dey punkture da cooling systemz?”
“So? So what?”
“Well. Dis whole statiun is basikly a large fusion reactor. If dem cooling towerz is destroyed da whole station might explode!”
Ooan smiled.
“Dat’s a biiig boom!”
“Boss… Dat’s bad!”
Ooan’s smile continued to grow. Niblit shook his head. He had a bad feeling about this. Ooan reached for the com-radio.
“Rambork! I want yoo to and out extra magazines to everyone. Fire wildly at any sign of movement!”
Niblit shook his head again and sighed. Time to start building a shelter, he thought.
