Combat diary part 3
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Yeah, while sitting in the brig, I had some time to think about how to work with those ***-d**n POS things they dare to call "rocket launchers". Since all rockets swerved to right, I compensated the aim heavily towards left, and the accuracy improved radically. Do our techs have their alignment benches on a curved surface or what? To be honest, that wouldn't surprise me a bit, being the sarcastic pricks they are.
Oh, I managed to surprise a couple of those alien m*******rs hiding what they thought was cover. They thought wrong; good ol' 77 mm rocket packs a punch, especially with Alenium warheads. I actually was able to fire an alien hiding behind a magazine kiosk through its back window, now that did drop some jaws.
Trashman and Starslayer are probably the luckiest SOBs I ever met. Starslayer was shot more than twelve times with plasma, but lived to tell another tale. Ditto for Trashman, but in a lesser extent. The base personnel is already calling Starslayer "Lucky strike" or "The Stand". Either goes, I guess.
Memo to myself: start writing "Hi there!" notes to the rockets