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Zeus23
Not a Sayan
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Lurking Krog
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Lunamaria HawkeThe chill sounded off just about every alarm in Ansgar's head, the subtle shift creating a migraine would have caused a panicked expression to flash across the Kreiger's face, if it was visible to begin with, and if it had happened at all. Instead, he turned on heel, the whine of his Type XIV primed to unleash a volley of powerful las rounds the only announcement that he was reacting on instinct. To be fair, pluck a survivor from a world in the midst of becoming a Daemon world, and one could not readily fault him for not reacting peacefully to sudden appearances from warp travel. The chill and headache only made the matter more clear, as far as the man was concerned, that there was trouble so soon. He had the Type XIV trained on Adrianne and was about ready to fire when civil thought kicked in. Unlike Adeptus Sororitas and Grey Knights, he was not used to working alongside human psykers. The split second he didn't move from his ready position gave him time to analyze.
Psyker, or manipulated by one, likely the former. Silver looking armaplate, would likely take precision to punch through gaps and weakpoints assuming it was rated highly enough to take a Type XIV (Heavy) lasround. He would take that gamble, if he were not one to assume the worst of a situation like this. Helmet, similar material, likely rated equally or slightly better. Overall threat, above average. Potential for violence? An attack would not have waited for one of them to notice, and considering no one else seemed to react as poorly as he, the calm hum of the Type XIV returning to its safe state and the muzzle lowering indicated he was not reacting on instinct anymore. But, while reacting, the discomfort and unsurity of a social situation were gone. Combat made far more sense to Ansgar, after all. Most sane people would have likely apologized profusely for aiming a potent weapon at someone out of instinct, but the Krieger only offered an off hand comment, shifting his position to keep all of them in view now. Muffled and definitely not friendly in tone, and a tad cold when his comment was directed at the Psyker who newly arrived. "Not used to friendly warpers..."
Warper being a nicer term his regiment had referred to Psykers as. More unkind was learned from their brief contact with the shattered survivors of an Armageddon regiment having finished putting down Orks on Thesis II before the Chaos incursions. Bangers were the more derogatory term, referencing their tendency to explode, their heads especially. Ork psykers, at least, but the Krieg regiment stuck to it, an oddity to be sure, but facing Chaos in so many of its forms, oddities tended to form at the best of times. Her idle jesting with the other woman was nothing interesting, to Ansgar at least, and he left the Hellgun resting in his arms, ready for a split moment's notice, just in case. Anything with Warp relations was never good news, whether it stabbed you in the face, screaming bloody murder, or slipped its toxic dagger between a lone sentry's ribs in a unspoken assault from the Immaterium. He didn't pretend to understand the Warp, and frankly, he had no interest in doing so. When it was a threat, it was put down. Otherwise, watched carefully for when that line into threat was crossed. And it was put down.
Psyker, or manipulated by one, likely the former. Silver looking armaplate, would likely take precision to punch through gaps and weakpoints assuming it was rated highly enough to take a Type XIV (Heavy) lasround. He would take that gamble, if he were not one to assume the worst of a situation like this. Helmet, similar material, likely rated equally or slightly better. Overall threat, above average. Potential for violence? An attack would not have waited for one of them to notice, and considering no one else seemed to react as poorly as he, the calm hum of the Type XIV returning to its safe state and the muzzle lowering indicated he was not reacting on instinct anymore. But, while reacting, the discomfort and unsurity of a social situation were gone. Combat made far more sense to Ansgar, after all. Most sane people would have likely apologized profusely for aiming a potent weapon at someone out of instinct, but the Krieger only offered an off hand comment, shifting his position to keep all of them in view now. Muffled and definitely not friendly in tone, and a tad cold when his comment was directed at the Psyker who newly arrived. "Not used to friendly warpers..."
Warper being a nicer term his regiment had referred to Psykers as. More unkind was learned from their brief contact with the shattered survivors of an Armageddon regiment having finished putting down Orks on Thesis II before the Chaos incursions. Bangers were the more derogatory term, referencing their tendency to explode, their heads especially. Ork psykers, at least, but the Krieg regiment stuck to it, an oddity to be sure, but facing Chaos in so many of its forms, oddities tended to form at the best of times. Her idle jesting with the other woman was nothing interesting, to Ansgar at least, and he left the Hellgun resting in his arms, ready for a split moment's notice, just in case. Anything with Warp relations was never good news, whether it stabbed you in the face, screaming bloody murder, or slipped its toxic dagger between a lone sentry's ribs in a unspoken assault from the Immaterium. He didn't pretend to understand the Warp, and frankly, he had no interest in doing so. When it was a threat, it was put down. Otherwise, watched carefully for when that line into threat was crossed. And it was put down.