#autoload

[karagin22]

[tsukana]

k but also realtalk etoiles idea of some kind of more regular mini event for server bonding and rewards is absolutely fire. like. a raid event??? bonding??? always down for just. community shit like that

[outfoxt]

MY LAST UGLY VILLAGER FINALLY ASKED TO MOVE OUT 🎉🎉🎉 JOYOUS DAY

[didhewinkback]

blessed that right wing leaders have seemingly decided that tumblr is too weird or niche to try to take over. <3

[jockpoetry]

what ailment can some plain tortilla chips and cold water not fix?

[iclsystem]

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[turtlemagnum]

sometimes you can really tell when somebody who doesnt really know shit about guns is trying their damndest to make an educated guess on something related to it, and it can honestly be really cute when they're not being insufferable about it

[rkdevllp]

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[mabaris]

woag, apparently the last court content in inquisition IS still available and i have no idea how i suddenly unlocked it

[copperbadge]

Had to fill out a new form for my psychiatrist's office recently -- pretty standard stuff, including a drop-down for race/ethnicity and another for primary language.

But when I entered "english" in the Primary Language search bar as requested, it offered me some amazing, exciting options.

[ID: A screengrab of the form, where I have typed "eng" in the search bar; three options are visible below. The options are "English", "English, Old 450-1100" and "English, Middle 1100-1500".]

I know it's just because the form autoloaded a preset list of languages from somewhere that included Old and Middle English, but I'm still tickled by the idea that Clarity Clinic Chicago has people onboard who could prescribe Adderall for Caedmon or help Shakespeare sort out his gender issues.

[captain-price-unofficially]

Working the autoloader on a Czech 152 mm SpGH DANA SPG.

[changelingrain]

I love the Stortebeker, and it loves to do two-turn combat loops. If you're not so interested in melee, note that it can also take two ranged loading weapons, or a loading Superheavy and a non-loading weapon, and alternate those. Special mentions of fun things to use here: the Howitzer(and/or Rocket-Propelled Grenade), the Sunzi's Warp Rifle, and the Engineer talent tree. Roland Chamber's save-or-prone applies to every target of the attack! Make your enemies try to spread out as if you were a Bombard!

I'm trying to make a hybrid CQB and melee mech and I have no idea which mech to choose for that

The new Raleigh variant, the Stortebeker, is literally built for this. You can do it one of two ways:

1. Slap two Main melee weapons in the Flex slots and a powerful loading weapon in the Heavy slot. I recommend the Bolt Thrower which comes with the Raleigh 2 license because it doesn't have the Ordnance tag. In terms of Main Melees, two Charged Blades are never a bad idea but if you have spare LLs available you can grab Nelson 1 for the War Pike. For those with many LLs to spare, instead grab Mourning Cloak 3 and run two Variable Swords. Having the first level of the Duelist talent is functionally a requirement for this build.

2. Slap four Hand Cannons in the Flex slots and a powerful melee weapon in the Heavy slot. The Kinetic Hammer from Raleigh 3 is an obvious choice, but if you're feeling truly decadent you can splash all the way to Balor 3 for the Nanobot Whip. If you've only got two LLs to spare, the GMS standard Heavy Melee Weapon is a perfectly respectable choice. If you're at LL3, applying the Auto-Stabilizing Mounts Core Bonus to your Heavy melee weapon is a very good choice.

The Stortebeker has a trait called Dynamic Reload, which says that if you crit with a non-Auxillary melee weapon, you reload all ranged Loading weapons that weren't fired this turn. (Technically it also works the other way round, but because only one Loading melee weapon actually exists in the core book, this is way less relevant)

The Stortebeker also has Truesilver. Once per fight, it lets you turn a regular hit with a non-loading weapon into a crit. This doesn't change the damage it deals, but it does cause all of an attack's on-crit effects to trigger, including Dynamic Reload.

The basic idea here is that you run on a two-turn cycle. On the first turn, you slam in with your loading ranged weapons, dealing tons of damage. The next turn, you slam in with your melee weapons, fishing for crits to reload your ranged weapons with. This is why Duelist 1, the Variable Sword or an accurized Heavy melee are so powerful - having at least point of Accuracy significantly increases your chance of landing a crit. If you really need your ranged weapons back and you didn't get a crit, you can use Truesilver to convert a regular hit into a crit.

If all else fails, the Stortebeker has two additional options: Hopkins Doctrine, which lets you reload all Loading weapons not fired this turn as a quick action, and your Ult, Truesilver Arsenal, which simply lets you use Truesilver three more times this fight.

[tuji-art]

i drew a fictional AMX-13-155 concept!

same howotzer as the char 2c, autoloaded. what do you think?

[usafphantom2]

Hs-129 K-0, with autoloaded 128mm PaK44.

concept art by me (NO AI), what do you think?

#aviation #Airplane #conceptart

@_tugi_ via X

[buttsandboltguns]

Burnt Processors, Smoking Barrels

“...-they sent her out again, today-...”

The autoloader to the hecodra’s 105mm rattled as it selected a smoke shell and extracted it from the carousel, exposing the shell to open air for bare seconds as it was loaded into the breach of her cannon. Her quad legs carried her up the slope of the trench embankment. As her barrel crested the ridge, she twisted her torso and let loose. The cannon shook as it fired the smoke shell, the heavy munition blowing directly through the side of the lightly armored target. Milliseconds later the shell detonated, white smoke blowing out through all the open sections of the other hecodra, this one a tracked unit built for speed. It slowly stuttered to a stop as its power plant was starved of air, slowly and gently shutting down and preserving its dearth of parts.

“...-how many deployments has that been, recently?-...”

She lay in wait, her legs nearly fully folded up under her chassis. Her chaingun was pointed towards the sky, up over the edges of the howitzer emplacement she had decided to roost in until the target came closer. A buzzing became prominent on her scanner and she powered up, her powerplant coming up from an idle rumble to a heady pounding roar. Tracking systems engaged and locked to a target fired across her communications channel by one of her squadmates. As the target drew closer, closer, she eased her chassis up until her chaingun crested the bare edge of the emplacement. A single impulse sent hundreds of 14mm shells downrange. The targeted aircraft bled smoke as it screamed overhead, crashing far on the other side of the gun pit.

“...-they say she’s going out with a unit of heavy infantry droids, will she be okay?-...”

The hecodra stalked along the trench in front of her unit of hepodoifs. She had made sure that the field mechanics had filled her ammunition bins and properly applied the reactive armor blocks to her outer hull. Conveniently, the blocks also provided a spot for the hepodoifs to grip onto if they needed to climb her armor for some reason - the indentations between the segments were perfect sized for the heavy droids to fit their manipulators in.

Behind her, the shock infantry stomped along at a brisk pace. They weren’t her beloved NAC.23s. They had been redeployed to a different front where her unit couldn’t go. So they gave her another unit of frontline mockups for this mission. Another group of droids built from parts, from pieces, from scrap and spare weapons. Just like her. All she had to do was get used to them. That couldn’t be so hard, right?

A sensor ping distracted her. Her legs skidded in the mud as she brought herself to a full stop, her dense ocular array scanning for the target she knew to be there. There, in the mud between trenches, well concealed but still visible. The near-flat domed top hull of a dronetank. Its long gun peered nosily through its concealment, pointing parallel to the trench she was in. She had to be careful or else the dronetank would detect her and their game of cat and mouse would very quickly result in her being caught in its jaws. They would need to move slow and-

The hecodra’s chassis rocked as one of the hepodoifs made to climb her. Anger simmered within her as the heavily armored humanoid droid settled between her upper powerplant housing and the rear of the housing of her main ocular unit. They hadn’t even asked. And here they were, putting their filthy hands all over her, and to what end? They didn’t even have designation gear.

Over the trench rolled a thunderous crack as the humanoid droid fired a recoilless rifle towards the dronetank. The shell impacted, throwing mud and shrapnel into the air. A horrid whine filled the air with the spooling turbine of their would-be prey, then abruptly dumping into a groaning scream as the beast lurched to life.

The rounded, nearly flat machine threw itself into full reverse as it pulled itself out of the fighting position it had dug into. Its hull was swiftly beginning to come around, dragging that dreaded main gun towards the hecodra. She needed to move, or she was going to suffer the consequences of other’s actions.

Her legs dropped from under her as she tried to flatten herself in the trench. A colossal cannon shot sounded out and the hepodoif that was riding her hull was blown away, shards of armor and internals scraping silver lines across her thick plating. The shell detonated deep in the mud behind her, the wet slop impacting the shielding over her powerplant and scattering the remaining hepodoifs.

The hecodra rotated her lower chassis, her legs hissing as she began to scamper along the trench. She had to get the drop on the dronetank. If she didn’t, the rest of the hepodoifs would be rendered into scrap and very likely herself as well. That wouldn’t do. She would show the enemy why she was called Cardinal Curse.

Her own powerplant gurgled and then roared as she surged up and over the embankment into open terrain. The dronetank was still aimed in its original direction - 70 degrees off of where she was at. She aimed - main hull, good angle - fired! The 105mm smoothbore roared its rebuke. The sabot dart hurtled towards the hull of the drone, impacting… and glancing away, a warbling pitch piercing the air from the ricochet.

The autoloader to the 105mm rattled. The carousel spun wildly through the ammunition. HE, HEAT, WP, none of them were the correct munitions. None would penetrate that angled hull.

Except for one.

The carousel slammed to a stop.

The selector arm raised the gun fired missile out of the carousel and into bare air, lining it up with the breach of the cannon.

The ram slammed it home.

The dronetank had caught her. Its neutral turn was faster than her ability to run across open ground. She trained her gun on target, waiting for the indicator that it was fully armed, before-

A shell ripped her flank open. Static filled her vision for several moments and she was thrown to the side, staggering heavily through the mud. A secondary detonation rocked her world to the side as her ammunition carousel lit up, the internal munitions blowing hard. The blowout panels flew off into the distant mud, a gout of flames spouting from her armor ribs. She wallowed in the deep mud, her legs struggling to gain traction.

The tank was going to be loaded again soon. Her gimballed 14mm chaingun swiveled over and began to hose the front of the dronetank, hoping to catch the sensor arrays. Instead her wild burst was rewarded with the blare of a jam alarm, the caseless munitions catching in the feed belt. Her right side manipulator unfolded from her armor and shoved into the mud, propping her hull enough to rotate her thorax around. Her 105mm read green. She could fire the gun missile if she just got it on target.

The crosshair pinned itself across the dronetank.

The dronetank re-focused its gun.

The missile flew. The tank’s howitzer roared.

The tank went up in flames.

But the world was already darkened for Cardinal Curse.