'Is it really wise for us to be this far from remote support? I can't really be much help from over here,' Damayanti Maya-whispered to Shakti.
'Probably not,' Shakti said, peering around an abandoned shipping crate. 'Shouldn't be too much of a problem, though. Just a coupla those red-hats. We've got our telemetry, we've got cover, and they couldn't hit a leviathan at this dist
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Well! This was short. Even with the time we took to chatter about certain bad actors in the general Internet tabletop community, we were done in a hurry. As it turns out, fancy fireteam superpowers don't work out so hot when you get template weapons pointed at you! It also turns out that drawing objectives randomly on cards can make things -really- swingy.
It further turns out that Dakinis are absolutely terrible at trying to control things, WIP 13 or no WIP 13.
And then we went 'splodo.
The spread of TACOS cards favoured the other side a -bit,- such that just meandering generally forward and then blowing up my fireteam with a missile launcher netted him five points on Turn 1. My Dakinis moved up to grab the Crate for a point, and it took them FIVE. ORDERS. to do so.
I like to take notes to better write up these reports. At this point, my notes said, verbatim, 'Welp.'
The Dakini look a lot better on paper than they’ve actually been on the table. The jerks.