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Basically, my micro-setting is intended to be a satire, a three-man band of Tactical Marines (all with boltguns) defending a street barricade from endless waves of renegade guardsmen (who have nothing more dangerous than lasguns). the joke here being that we have some of the finest genetically-predisposed melee specialists in the IoM (these Marines are from a no name Blood Angels descended Chapter) standing behind a barricade treating the whole thing like a firing range wasting their enormous potential. Of course, the only reason these marines are putting up with it is because of oaths.
Now, i'm tempted to add a fourth figure. Which one seems more fitting/entertaining
Option A - A single scout marine who is theoratically there as a replacement should any tactical marines perish. As that has not happened this chap spends all day running back and forth delivering ammunition
Option B - A techmarine who sits behind the lines making sure that ammunition production is up the scratch
Option C - A fourth Tactical Marine with a Meltagun who sits in reserve making sure that none of the other three start black raging and teamkilling (and just in case the traitors have a AFV)
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