Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-35691777-20190128034654/@comment-24857712-20190205174017

Baja sees a batallion of ELOR Bullheads approaching them... he wordlessly loads the high recoil round and swipes his free hand in front of him.

An interface appears as he says.

"Tracking spatial coordinates, calculating trajectory ... Lock On."

He then fired his gun. the bullet splits to homing fragments that hit their marks ....

"We gotta find someone ..."