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Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

fav.me/d5x1at7 there you go @Rithy

@Andromedai

Gotta go fast, all day, every day.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

Harsh and well spoken, eh? And innocence proves nothing, regardless of whom claims it. Pleas of innocence are merely guilty of wasting my time.

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Stukov relished being on board the Valkyrie, as the retinue went about boarding as questions were answered and orders dispatched. Sure, it wasn't a void ship and it certainly wasn't a warship of any sort, but it was certainly more comfortable then marching out to whatever destination they were heading for. Better then terrestrial transports as they had to worry about rough terrain, which was far more unpleasant in the armsman's mind than some turbulence from atmospheric entry or hostile fire in a void deployment. He would take up a position as close to the hatch as possible, so he could be the first off with weapons at the ready, scanning and daring the enemies of Man to try anything unwelcome or untoward. It was a comfortable role, in the understanding of the fact that being first out invited retribution and typical unpleasantness. But he had made it this far leading the charge whenever possible, and he would never decide if it was luck, skill, or divine intervention that saw to such things working out in his favor.

Stukov did a check over on his rifle, since it had taken some hits during his escape from the burning brothel. Everything was in place, drawing the slide back showed full operation and it snapped back forward with a solid, familiar clang of metal on metal. Good, solid, reliable weapons like his newfound autogun and his dearly missed Lucius Pattern shotgun were far more preferred, in Stukov's mind, over highly elaborate, experimental, and inherently dangerous to all groups involved weapons. Plasma weapons came to mind, as did warp powers in general, the former due to overheating and detonating, the latter due to the fact daemons seemed drawn to psykers like moths to flame. Except the flame would get possessed by the moth and burn the whole damn house down if it could, bringing all its moth friends along to fan the flames and make things far, far worse. Not a very good analogy, the man decided with a quiet, amused smirk, but it wasn't like he was openly explaining this to anyone. Sitting back in the seat, he made sure he hadn't lost any gear along the way. All his grenades, spare ammo, sidearm and knife were present alongside his rifle. Traveling light clearly worked wonders for him right now, couldn't afford to be losing vital equipment others might be relying on.

Mentally running through all the information they were given, Stukov had a bad feeling about this abandoned factory. Sure, having an Imperial Navy force nearby was immensely relieving, the big guns on the Imperial vessels were always comforting to have at the ready for surface bombardments on key targets. The Imperial Guard and Space Marines were also great to have along for the ride, since that was more dedicated ground forces to throw against a Daemonic incursion, or Dark Eldar raiders or whatever hells the universe threw at them all. Didn't help in the short storm if he kicked in a door and a Bloodthirster or Daemonette tried to jump him through the doorway, a fusilade of fire trying to rip the offending being to shreds before it could really cause any damage. The daemons seemed to focus on him whenever he had been working through boarding actions, and it was rather irritating to put it mildly. Life threatening and terrifying, far more accurate. But he did his job, regardless, and kept moving forward. And right now? His job was to lead the way and follow Boss' orders. Whether or not he was going to like carrying out said orders was another story completely, but that was neither here nor there. The Armsman took the moment to rest, dozing in the seat to maximize how much rest he had. Considering the flight path, it was a testament he was able to rest at all.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Writing up a post now.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

The dog gets kinda large, to put it mildly dancing lady. Frankly, don't know how you have room in here to even be dancing to begin with.

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

I'll be here, posting when the moment arises.

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<Snipped quote by Eisenhorn>

We should keep count of how many times that happens.

@Andromedai

Hmm, could be an amusing inside thing amongst the retinue. Stukov always getting hurt.

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Or you can keep physically abusing your chara, like Stukov getting tossed around like a rag doll.

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All part of being a psyker, distrust and general dislike by most parties involved, certainly.

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Stukov found himself with his autogun trained on the Arbites fellow the moment he seemed to react rather violently to Smiles and the amulet she produced. Yes, the thing reeked of Slaaneshi influence and it was giving him a terrible headache as he shut out those thoughts to the best of his ability. He was getting really tired of every single new person training weapons on original, standing members of the retinue and acting like they were the only ones smart and experienced enough to understand the danger the warp, and its artifacts posed. Stukov's knee jerk reaction to such artifacts were, yes, to destroy them. But in this case, the item might prove useful in tracking down the main, greatest threat on this planet towards the Emperor fearing civilians and soldiers on this planet. The headache wasn't helping, so he was thankful for the fact that Smiles had a bag to drop the warp tainted charm into, although the burst of intense warp energy from its full exposure amplified his headache before it faded as the item was cut off from interaction with surrounding people. Sis also had her bolter on the Arbites before he stood down, and Stukov lowered the autogun and took a stance indicating he was keeping an eye on the surroundings, scanning for any trouble coming since that medallion was exposed. He finally gave himself a chance to respond to prior comments, and he shrugged briefly.

"Weathered is one way to put it Smiles, you had places to be so don't concern yourself on running too much. I'm still alive, thankfully. And I don't think we've met yet either, Enforcer, Bark. Armsman Stukov, well former Armsman, now with the Boss over there for better or worse." Leave it to the armsman to already assign ever so informative and original nicknames to the Arbitrator and his metal hound. Keeping an eye on Smiles as she removed her helmet and spoke to Boss, and smirked at her statement on his sensitivity towards the warp artifacts and general piety. He made an offhand comment on that, from what he had seen of Arbites during times when select crew were given the luxury of planet side exploration and wandering, usually as bodyguards of lower ranking Naval officers. "Pious or no, Arbites typically aren't ones to bend or bow in the face of any violation of their Laws. Unluckily for the warp spawned abominations, they are in violation of such things, far as I understand it. And are, you know, warp spawned abominations."

Stukov was thankful for the fact the headache faded, and he had all but written it off as a side effect of getting tossed around again. Granted, this time by explosive ordinance strapped to a suicidal corrupt Arbitrator instead of warp travel, shockwaves, and gravity wells in corridors. This had been one extremely long day, to put it mildly, and was not looking like it was going to get any shorter. They were going to have to figure out this medallion, and the source of the medallion. As in its master on this planet, rather than its origins which were seeped in the Warp, the effect the thing had was obvious of that much. He had a thought, considering the medallion, and where they found it, and mentioned it to the group, coughing before he spoke and scanning the surroundings as he spoke rather than focus on any one single person. "Any idea if this brothel is part of a chain owned by one main figure? Might find some clues in that case. If it's stand alone, hmm, perhaps check financial backing? Nothing is free, after all. How about you, Enforcer, if your done menacing things for the moment, got any ideas in that particular train of thought?"