Ignoring Oskar, Vespin only had eyes for the marines. He trusted his men to deal with the single man on their own, so they didn't need his attention. Things as they were, it was unlikely they would be able to help with the two astartes, so that had to be on him. When one of them started talking to the air, though, he had a sneaking suspicion he might be dealing with a possible fourth invader.

As the marine talked, though, Vespin's eyes began to get big, as his face slackened a little. Whoever this marine was, he was a few rounds shy of a full clip. "Okay, big guy. First of all, I'm a corporal in my regiment, and I'm on speaking terms with the captain of this vessel. Hell, I made him dinner, less than a week ago. I also know that he's got a giant stick up his ass, and is the kind of guy to personally know every member of the Commissariat that steps on this ship. So, no, trying to pass Oskar off as an officer wouldn't be a good idea. That said, there are plenty of guns we can hide under clothing, so no need to go yelling about going in unarmed."

"Second, I don't know who you think you are, but Astartes don't hold authority among either the guard, or the navy.  Especially ones with busted armor, no armor, and whatever the hell your little chaos-cultist lookin' friend is, tagging along. Hell, I'd be surprised if they didn't throw you in the brig under suspicion of being traitor legion. No forewarning to your showing up, not even a full team of you, no superior officer with you. Then, you just kind of appear from nowhere, during the middle of a space battle? Hell, I'm not entirely sure I trust you myself. For all I know, you could be Alpha Legion spies."

"In any event, whatever we do, we need to start doing it now. That dead commissar is going to be drawing a lot of attention when he doesn't report back, so we need to make our move. I gave you lot your options. You don't want to do things my way, fine. We throw down, and alert the whole ship. Or, you swallow your fucking pride, do what this 'ratling' says, and when we get where we're going, I help you lot find a ship, and a crew that won't ask questions or go running off to the Inquisition. Now, do we have a deal?"

To emphasize his point, he ducked a bit lower behind the gun shield. He had his sights lined up on the one acting like he was in charge. The other one would be weighed down by his armor, and be easier to get a bead on after he started moving. As it was, all it would take is a twitch of his finger, and there'd be one less mouthy Astartes Asshole making his day complicated.

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