Eisenhorn

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov saw the Cog Boy do his work on repairing the woman in the armored vehicle, doing pretty neat, quick work to stabilize her to the point she looked able to move on her own. Now, that was slick work, and if only that had been available sooner, he might have more of his body intact. But that was neither here nor there, not like he could really make the past change now. But it certainly seemed the stretcher he had gone and pulled together had not really been needed, considering the handiness of the craftsmanship in the medical work done on the woman was, so he set it aside and watched Boss head back into the safehouse, complaining about the disguise he was wearing. To be honest, Stukov kind of liked this outfit, and he would save it for later despite how much he told the others he couldn't stand the thing. So he retreated inside to change, rolling his eyes at the mess that the kitchen had gone and become. Leave it to Smiles to make a mess.

After heading upstairs for awhile, Stukov would return, wearing his traditional attire, carapace underneath his long coat, a shotgun he scavanged slung over his shoulder. He would be ready for trouble in a moments notice, but for now, he needed to finally sit down. With a groan he crashed onto the couch, oblivious to anyone else at the moment, and dozed in a half awake state. Leave it to a soldier to find out ways to sleep near instantly, and be ready to awaken again in a moment's notice. Sure, he wasnt going to have pleasant dreams, but sleep was sleep. If he was lucky, it would just be nothing going on upstairs while he rested. Food, drink, companionship all paled to the desire that Stukov had at that moment to catch a quick nap. And he would probably not be overly pleased with anyone waking him up without a good reason.

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

@Andromedai Well, look at who it is!

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

Well, I do like the premise, so I'll brush up on my Witcher lore, consider me interested.

Phantom Crew

@LeonVon Mostly giving folks Jericho acted towards in his post time to respond.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

@Andromedai Want me to post anything specific to get Stukov set up to make that easier?

Phantom Crew

Groovy, working on a response to your little questionnaire right now, as well.

Phantom Crew

@Pie Flavor

Hah, apologies for sniping the idea, felt like something ol' Jerry would do. Should be interesting to see the counter strike though!

Phantom Crew

And there we go, can't just let everyone be all buddy buddy, far too easy haha

Phantom Crew

Jericho Cross

Jericho carefully listened to the summery that ANDI provided, what little the AI could with its limited resources, at any rate. Bounty hunter, as the skills that he remembered seemed to indicate. Like he suspected, the only person who was likely going to give him a serious run for his money in the combat field was Old Ben, but apparently he was far more the hunter and tracker than merely additional muscle. Those tracking bugs made far more sense now, as did the ease of keeping the layout of the ship straight from the map. Would take a fast mind to get that straight in a hurry so he could track someone, so being able to do it makes sense. However, he was curious of the rest of hte group's details, so as ANDI finished, he spoke up before heading out, pulling his duster firmly over his shoulders. "Understood. Request, when you can do a full search, compile dossiers on each member of this team, especially me, as well, discreetly mind you. No need to make this known to the others, it'll only create false impressions. History, skills, past affiliations, physical and psychological traumas, anything that I can use to compile a picture of these people. Knowing what I'm working with will make this already mess of a situation go smoother..."

Normally, Jericho felt at least, he might have been able to rely just on interactions and digging alone to get scraps of information that would help him compile a picture of these people, in a broad sense. But, with all their minds wiped, skill sets alone only provided so much of a picture. So, at the first chance he could get, he needed answers. About who he was in the past, and who he was dealing with. Sure, they seemed reasonable enough, but they could be a bunch of war criminals for all he knew. His was not a path to trust, especially when hunting people, he ill could afford letting trust get in the way of sound judgement. At least, that sounded right. But, as he had told the AI, discreet was the name of this game. No need to let on to the others he was planning on compiling as much information as he could, and using it to figure them out. It wouldn't look good, not that he felt that bothered him, but more importantly, it would make organizing them far easier.

Putting those thoughts in the back of his head, he took a few moments to strip down, remembering he still had the one piece stasis suit on underneath his clothes. Stripping that down, he made mental note of the rather unsettling amount of scar tissue he was carrying before redressing himself. Probably consequences of his past, whatever it might have been, and he kept that in mind as he more comfortably redressed himself. Now that was done with, kicking the one piece stasis suit off into the corner, he strode out of his rather spartan quarters. Not much that wasn't utilitarian or necessary was in that room, and it felt right. Some place to rest and sleep, and that was it. Making his way to the armory revealed that Old Ben and Rain had beat him here. Shocking, with enough sarcasm to drown a man, Jericho thought. But he nodded briefly, walking to a table and grabbing a rather asymmetrical looking rifle, and after looking at it for a few moments, deftly began checking the thing over. Seems, somewhere, he had handled something like this before, as he began doing inventory and checking the material condition of weapons and gear that were not already done, or in the process of. A sharp eye could see the antique style of six shooter on his hip, though the size would likely imply it was not just some relic of the past. He made very brief greeting, grunting out their names as he worked. "Rain, Ben."

Phantom Crew

Awesome, I'll make my next post after work today.