He heard himself reply, 'Roger!' Confident he was not saying it out loud this time, he thought to himself, 'what the f**k does he think I'm doing, sitting here with my thumb up my a*s?!' His three round burst, shot from his rifle, up the slight rise, and kicked the white helmet up and to the side. His second burst punched through the relatively soft, flat underside of the helmet, at the neck joint. The Iridium projectiles bounced around the inside of the armor shredding everything they touched. The enemy armor danced and dangled while the kinetic energy from his very powerful Guardsmen rifle exhausted itself inside the armor. The liquefied enemy target fell lifeless.
Armored guard troops of any Empire take it personally when you drop one of their own. They also take it as a persona
