Und noch was, das Newsboard war ja diesmal wirklich ergiebig.

Für alle die schon immer mal wissen wollten was der Rest eines Trupps macht wenn die schwere Waffe auf z.B einen Cybot schießt.
Klar sie geben den Schützen moralischen Beistand.

Hier ein Schlachtfeldmittschnitt :

Sister Superior: All right, Sister Catherine. See that Dreadnought over
there? Go ahead and fire your meltagun at it. It's just like those passenger
vans we were practicing on back in Rosencrantz.

Sister Catherine: That big red one over there? With the claws?

SS: Yes, that one. Paste it.

SC: (shouldering meltagun) Because red things are bad, right? That's why I'm
shooting the hissy gun at it?

SS: Um...well, not _all_ red things are bad. The Flesh Tearers are our
allies...technically...

Sister Margaret: Barely.

SS: ...Right, Sister Margaret, but we all recall what happened the last time
someone used a meltagun to carve 'Sanguinus sucks!' on the back of one of
thier land raiders, don't we? And don't confuse Sister Catherine.

SC: I'm confused! I thought I just had to shoot it, not spell something on
it.

SS: Just ignore Sister Margaret. Go ahead and fire the hissy gun at the
dreadnought. It's a very naughty dreadnought and it deserves it.

Sister Patience: You can do it, Sister Catherine! We belive in you!

SS: That's right...our prayers will guide you. Fire away, Sister Catherine.

SM: (muttered) Because we're paste if that dreadnought gets in charge range
and you only manage .500 on parked vans.

SS: That's QUITE enough, Sister Margaret! Look, she's crying now. I hope
you're proud of yourself!