Very interested, and even more so if Lovecraft can potentially be on the menu.
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I'll type something up by the end of the week, just haven't felt very creative for the last month or so.
*considers writing the post finding the loot while they fight.*
Ben pulled the trigger of his weapon. A soft sigh. He looked down, and the small display on the weapon was a weak 00. Bad ammo discipline. Awful. Commissars had killed men for less. A waste of time. He spent seconds trying to fire that he could have spent reloading and firing again.
Ben stepped up from the truck, his finger pressing the pack ejection button. As he strode forward at a brisk pace, he was drawing one of the jungle power packs from his shoulder slung bag. He slide it into the magazine well, and looked at the hud as it powered up.
Ben dropped to one knee and looked down, and brought his hand up to protect his forehead and face as the truck ripped apart in front of him. Ben followed the sister's bloody swath through the mob. He grabbed the wire stock of the lasweapon and folded it forward so it lay against the body of the rifle. Carbines. Mankind's greatest invention after the armored personnel carrier.
Once Ben made it through the arbite line, he took a moment to take a breath. He watched the Valkyrie descend and the techpriest step out. At this point, Ben wasn't surprised by what imperial servants joined them. He remained silent on the issue.
Ben stood by listening and watching as the squad members more capable of handling the issue at hand discussed it, and handled what they could. While doing so, Ben looked down at his leg and saw a small piece of metal sticking out. It had ripped the pants, and embedded itself in his metal leg. He reached down and yanked it out. He threw it on the ground as if nothing had happened, and looked at the group. If any had noticed he would just shrug at them.
When Zhevon mentioned that people were needed to search the building, Ben would board the valkyrie and search for a rebreather. His search would prove fruitful, and he would come down the gangplank adjusting it to his face. He took off the medical bag he had worn, and left it on the seat. He had also left behind the lasweapon. Excess straps that could catch something and cause his death.
Ben would take a deep breath, sounding like a wheezing to the others, while looking at them, his red bionic eye glowing like a jewel with the reflection of the fire. "Well. Lets crack on, shall we?" He asked, before striding towards the fire.
Ben stepped up from the truck, his finger pressing the pack ejection button. As he strode forward at a brisk pace, he was drawing one of the jungle power packs from his shoulder slung bag. He slide it into the magazine well, and looked at the hud as it powered up.
Ben dropped to one knee and looked down, and brought his hand up to protect his forehead and face as the truck ripped apart in front of him. Ben followed the sister's bloody swath through the mob. He grabbed the wire stock of the lasweapon and folded it forward so it lay against the body of the rifle. Carbines. Mankind's greatest invention after the armored personnel carrier.
Once Ben made it through the arbite line, he took a moment to take a breath. He watched the Valkyrie descend and the techpriest step out. At this point, Ben wasn't surprised by what imperial servants joined them. He remained silent on the issue.
Ben stood by listening and watching as the squad members more capable of handling the issue at hand discussed it, and handled what they could. While doing so, Ben looked down at his leg and saw a small piece of metal sticking out. It had ripped the pants, and embedded itself in his metal leg. He reached down and yanked it out. He threw it on the ground as if nothing had happened, and looked at the group. If any had noticed he would just shrug at them.
When Zhevon mentioned that people were needed to search the building, Ben would board the valkyrie and search for a rebreather. His search would prove fruitful, and he would come down the gangplank adjusting it to his face. He took off the medical bag he had worn, and left it on the seat. He had also left behind the lasweapon. Excess straps that could catch something and cause his death.
Ben would take a deep breath, sounding like a wheezing to the others, while looking at them, his red bionic eye glowing like a jewel with the reflection of the fire. "Well. Lets crack on, shall we?" He asked, before striding towards the fire.
I'll post tomorrow, Ben will do stuff.
V long day, v tired.
V long day, v tired.
I guess I should post again hohum
Ben watched as the psyker told the Inquistor something private. He didn't really concern himself with it. But the sister was upset, and raised her weapon. Ben put his hand to his rifle, but didn't move, not sure what was going on. Ben rubbed his chin with his real hand, feeling stubble through his gloves.
He was growing tired of the Sister. That's when the psyker told them about the bloodthirster. Ben's stomach seized up, but hearing about a deamon was easier than dealing with one. A problem for the future, and he repressed any fear.
When the elevator arrived, Ben stepped in with the group. He followed the group out and watched the sister isolate herself again. Ben followed her into the truck, and looked at her. He pointed. "You. I need to talk to you right in private. Now." He said. He didn't know about the music, but he wagged his finger at her when he had her attention to convey his intent.
When the two were alone. Ben spoke before she could say anything. "You need to check your pride at the door. You are the newcomer here, not us. I don't need your stories, or your opinions. I need your gun." Ben spoke with the authority that had sent soldiers to their deaths at the hands of Orks. He continued. "We are not you. Do you understand that?" Ben asked, but the question was rhetorical. "There are things that soldiers need to know, and do not need to know. And the presence of a demon is not one of them. My mission is to help the Inquisitor. He determines what we need to know and do not need to know. And you need not undermine his authority any more." Ben paused. He produced an Inquisitorial rosette from his pocket. "Last I checked, this is the badge of the highest ranking Imperial office, appointed to enact the very will of the Emperor himself. Do you have one of these? Sister of the order Bloody rose? No, I thought not. Do I make myself clear? This is a yes or no question." Ben finished with, his face calm and blank, his red monocle of an eye reflecting Aviza's own visage back at her.
If Aviza said anything to the Veteran other than Yes or no, he would ignore her and look at the large Red and black I in his hand, and back up at her. Once she was done, he would put the Rosette back in his pocket, and climb into the passenger seat of the truck, and smile to Bravo. "Ever heard of Armageddon? I feel more comfortable in the front of anything with wheels or treads."
Bravo and Ben made small talk about vehicles, half tracks, tanks, and artillery pieces and the things they did as they drove rapidly through the city.
The brothel could be seen for blocks. Or the aftermath of it. The fire illuminated the sky and the black column of smoke stretched off into the sky reaching for the heavens. The black smoke was underlit by the fire, but once the light faded it blended seamlessly into a sky with no stars. Once within a few blocks, Bravo turned off the sirens, and a dull roar could be heard.
The mob was loud, raucous, rambunctious. The arbiters were issuing demands. When Bravo pulled up and parked, Ben looked over at the mass of bodies. There was a wall of shields between the Arbiters and the mob. There was a woman on a truck yelling at the mob, rising from the masses. The view was impressive, backlit by a roaring fire, the mob was very intimidating.
The arrival of the truck would prove to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Ben brought his wrist up to his mouth, pressing the key in his glove, keying up his mic. "Alright, maybe a peacefu-" The mob fired, and the woman screamed. The mob charged the Arbiter wall. A few broke, but the majority stood. Potshots bounced off the truck, making loud 'pings'.
Ben sighed. "New plan. Pick targets, there are a lot out there. Try to only fire when fired upon. Looks like one of your friends is out there, sister. We need to get in that building." Ben opened the door of the truck and stepped out, raising his weapon to his shoulder and firing single flashes of red light at the mob, picking ones with firearms as his targets. Hopefully the Arbiters recognized the squad as friendlies.
He was growing tired of the Sister. That's when the psyker told them about the bloodthirster. Ben's stomach seized up, but hearing about a deamon was easier than dealing with one. A problem for the future, and he repressed any fear.
When the elevator arrived, Ben stepped in with the group. He followed the group out and watched the sister isolate herself again. Ben followed her into the truck, and looked at her. He pointed. "You. I need to talk to you right in private. Now." He said. He didn't know about the music, but he wagged his finger at her when he had her attention to convey his intent.
When the two were alone. Ben spoke before she could say anything. "You need to check your pride at the door. You are the newcomer here, not us. I don't need your stories, or your opinions. I need your gun." Ben spoke with the authority that had sent soldiers to their deaths at the hands of Orks. He continued. "We are not you. Do you understand that?" Ben asked, but the question was rhetorical. "There are things that soldiers need to know, and do not need to know. And the presence of a demon is not one of them. My mission is to help the Inquisitor. He determines what we need to know and do not need to know. And you need not undermine his authority any more." Ben paused. He produced an Inquisitorial rosette from his pocket. "Last I checked, this is the badge of the highest ranking Imperial office, appointed to enact the very will of the Emperor himself. Do you have one of these? Sister of the order Bloody rose? No, I thought not. Do I make myself clear? This is a yes or no question." Ben finished with, his face calm and blank, his red monocle of an eye reflecting Aviza's own visage back at her.
If Aviza said anything to the Veteran other than Yes or no, he would ignore her and look at the large Red and black I in his hand, and back up at her. Once she was done, he would put the Rosette back in his pocket, and climb into the passenger seat of the truck, and smile to Bravo. "Ever heard of Armageddon? I feel more comfortable in the front of anything with wheels or treads."
Bravo and Ben made small talk about vehicles, half tracks, tanks, and artillery pieces and the things they did as they drove rapidly through the city.
The brothel could be seen for blocks. Or the aftermath of it. The fire illuminated the sky and the black column of smoke stretched off into the sky reaching for the heavens. The black smoke was underlit by the fire, but once the light faded it blended seamlessly into a sky with no stars. Once within a few blocks, Bravo turned off the sirens, and a dull roar could be heard.
The mob was loud, raucous, rambunctious. The arbiters were issuing demands. When Bravo pulled up and parked, Ben looked over at the mass of bodies. There was a wall of shields between the Arbiters and the mob. There was a woman on a truck yelling at the mob, rising from the masses. The view was impressive, backlit by a roaring fire, the mob was very intimidating.
The arrival of the truck would prove to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Ben brought his wrist up to his mouth, pressing the key in his glove, keying up his mic. "Alright, maybe a peacefu-" The mob fired, and the woman screamed. The mob charged the Arbiter wall. A few broke, but the majority stood. Potshots bounced off the truck, making loud 'pings'.
Ben sighed. "New plan. Pick targets, there are a lot out there. Try to only fire when fired upon. Looks like one of your friends is out there, sister. We need to get in that building." Ben opened the door of the truck and stepped out, raising his weapon to his shoulder and firing single flashes of red light at the mob, picking ones with firearms as his targets. Hopefully the Arbiters recognized the squad as friendlies.
I will post tonight after work
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