
“Oi! We’re the Karkin Moebian 5! Or 7, doesn’t matter!”
My Auric Strike team group photo, for posterity’s sake when they inevitably perish upon the battlefield

My Auric Strike team group photo, for posterity’s sake when they inevitably perish upon the battlefield
Does Holdsbackman suck the aura out of everyone present like a vampire or something
Say the intel recovered from the Deep Archive missions in Throneside have finally found some of the names of the high placed traitors helping the 6th and Rannick has authorized a kill team on such a rogue noble in the process of being extracted to safety by his 6th allies, have the team fight their way through both 6th soldiers and the Nobles personal guard on pristine streets, decorated mansion villas, and pleasure gardens before hijacking and defending a nearby Skyfire emplacement so it can shoot down the Nobles fleeing transport, then have the team further fight their way to the crash site to confirm the kill before the cornered Noble smashes his way out of the transport in a damaged suit of Orrus Spyrer Armor for a final Twins-type boss fight
The Holy Pimp Hand of Mars never disappoints
“We're the Karkin Tertium Six! Er, or Five!… It doesn't matter!”
After braving the horrors of Quickplay Auric randoms for Emperor knows how long this title is now mine