Pulse of the Imperium

[Group #1] Dominic was not sure if Sergeant Martikova had got the thopter pilot's intentions quick enough, with him dredging a trench under machine fire like a good line sergeant would, so he pulled him up on his own and dragged him to the hatch. Besides, he didn't have full confidence that the bro...

[Group #1] Dominic had to... take a breath. He knelt where he stood, turning off the shield and taking in the air the shield had been denying him. Discipline to regain strain. Statement. Setting difficulty to reflect doing this within combat. : 2eP+1eA+2eD 1 success, 3 advantage https://orokos.com/r...

[Group #1] "Catching up, Sergeant?" Dominic said with calm bravado as he chased after the retreating merc with the confidence of a shield fighter derived from ingrained awareness that, up to a point, projectiles couldn't stop him. There was certain muscle memory that rendered him unhinged after kil...

[Group #1] Dominic was tired of trench tactics. He was an experienced soldier who had bloodied his weapons and bled on Grumman enough to know that in situations like these, impasse favoured the enemy. It was time to break it. Knives out, shield on [Improved Quick Draw], he jolted out of Bernard's l...

[Ghosting] With not enough power found to reroute it to the weapons systems, Dominic decided not to exercises turret-turning in futility. He slid down from the dorsal porthole, with a manta stuck onto it, mockingly scratching its beak against the plaz, and grabbed one of those carbines Roger had pro...

Dominic for his part had been mostly relaxing and tuning out the chatter. He had reach a semblance of peace, or as close as he tended to get, right about the time everything had started to go to hell. Seeing two others quicker than him grab the cranks he cursed under his breath. There wasn't much el...

The large man sat in his seat with a vaguely bored expression in his face as the thopter zipped through the air. He was seemingly well used to the feeling of riding in one and didn't seem at all bothered but also lacked any sense of nostalgia. He had changed into body armor since the meeting and now...

Dom had been around for the festival, more accurately he had been on planet during the festival but he hadn't done much celebrating. Unless one counted drinking enough to put down a sardaukar. He took his wake shot and juice quietly as he listened to the situation. His face betrayed little of what h...