“There’s more,” Mira added. “A special rule for your chainsword—‘Carga Furiosa.’ If you charge after advancing, you get +1 a los ataques cuerpo a cuerpo.”

Mira’s voice returned. “I found it. Heridas graves: ‘Si el resultado es 5 o 6, la extremidad queda inutilizada permanentemente a menos que se aplique primeros auxilios en el siguiente turno.’ Severe wounds: on a 5 or 6, the limb is permanently disabled unless first aid is applied next turn.”

“Then it’s settled,” Roldán said. He switched the PDF reader to night mode, the Spanish text glowing faintly green: “Kill Team: Reglas Completas — v.3.2.” Below it, handwritten in red marker by some forgotten Imperial scribe: “Traducción no oficial. Úsese bajo su propio riesgo.”

“Translate the next section,” he whispered into his vox-bead.

Then the Krootax screamed a warning. The ambush had begun. End of excerpt.

The Last Page

Roldán allowed himself a grim smile. “So we aim for the limbs first. Delay their counterattack.”

From the static, Vox-Caster Mira’s voice replied, tense but clear: “Reglas para combate en espacios reducidos… página cuarenta y cuatro. ‘Close-quarters rules, page forty-four.’ The pdf is corrupted, sergeant. Half the pages are in Gothic, the other half in fragmented Spanish. I’m piecing it together.”