[h1] Oskar Rolt [/h1]


Oskar sat in his cell with several other Guardsmen, all of whom where convicted of the same crime. Disobeying orders from an officer. It would get them time in a penal legion, but he had done that already and had the tattoos to prove it. So he was trying to figure a clever plan to get out of being a penal trooper. It was not a great life after all, too many commissariat with itchy trigger fingers. when he heard, and felt, something large strike the vessel near the brig and heard the mag clamps activate locking whatever hit them to the hull, That was certainly interesting. A boarding party probably, which was unfortunate because he was in no position to repel a boarding party. the rest of his squad where talking among themselves worried that an eldar team would come through and kill them all, but Oskar sat on his bunk and ignored it. It wasnt like he could do anything to stop them so, no point in worrying. He simply took a long puff on his cigar that the rest of 'his' where still wondering how he had managed to get, much less light. 

[b]"Look lads"[/b] he said to the Guardsmen who used to be in his squad [b]"If it is a raiding party one of two things are going to happen...
 The party is going to come through and shoot us dead in our cells. which we cant do anything about.. or the commander is going to vent this area to space to launch the bastards into the void... which we also can do nothin about. So you all shut the hell up and break out some cards or something."[/b] Each of his men looked at each other evaluating his expectations for a moment before concluding that he was probably right and they where probably all going to die anyway. "we aint got no cards sir" said one particularly dumb trooper. [b]"Emperor damn you boy."[/b] he said reaching into his pocket and retrieving a deck of cards. which drew some quiet mumbling through the squad, as they had all been fully stripped of any possessions before being placed in the cell. Oskar tossed the cards to the trooper without any explanation as to how had the cards, a cigar or a lighter. among the other odds and ends in his pockets. 

The air lock opened and a heavy thump of power armor sounded on the plasteel floor, and that got Oskar's attention. An Eldar team wouldn't sound like that, nor would guardsmen or any Enginseers. He watched as the lights activated due to movement and watched a battered Dark Angel walk up next to his cell. He coughed, half on his cigar and half out of surprise. [b]"Well, well, well"[/b] he started, and sticking his arms through the cell bars revealing a mess of burn scar tissue and damaged hive gang tattoos. He was too far from the marine to reach him and he moved his arms slowly enough that he was obviously no threat. [b]"What do we have here? a Dark Angel on this ship? Now this is interesting"[/b] He said half expecting to be executed for not showing the utmost respect and reverence for a Space Marine. Before the Marine could reply he leaned forward, showing his face in the light which was another mess of scar tissue, some cybernetic plugs and penal legion tattoos. he continued [b]"You didnt come in from the front door"[/b] he indicated by waving vaugely at the 'proper' entrance to the brig [b]"And i heard the mag locks when whatever you where flying hit the ship which... seems to me like a hostile boarding action"[/b] Oskar barked out laughing [b]"Which is strange because you could have simply ordered this ship to come help you... Are you taking the ship?"[/b] he finally asked, fully expecting a bolt round splattering his head across the Cell. His squad where not quite as brave and stood behind Oskar also expecting their sergeant to be summarily executed for mouthing off.