Eisenhorn

..::Ascension::..

The man certainly seemed to calm down a bit as he continued to speak, Ansgar noted, as Gaien mentioned it to be impossible for these fanatics to breach the barrier that the King's Guardian put forth for the town. Immediately, the dragonkin was sceptical of this, and could only imagine how unprepared the town would be for a real fight, if they had relied so often on the barrier and this guardian. No matter how potent any singular being was, sheer numbers could overwhelm them in the right situations. At a certain point, the quality of the few was just overwhelmed by the raw quantity of the many. And if the stories this man gave were true, these fanatics had numbers. But he wouldn't openly speak such things, the man was broken enough as it was, whether it was just when drunk or period he could not readily decide on. Yet, when the female soldier came in, wearing some sort of fancier armor, he cocked an eyebrow. He never favored armor, his dragonic features slowed him enough as it was without adding armor onto it. He had practiced and trained to not let such things slow him, the slave arenas saw to that, so the last thing he intended to do was go and slow himself down again.

However, the offer for work caught Ansgar's attention. He always needed more coin, and if the pay was halfway decent, he might be able to kill multiple birds with one stone. Make some coin, investigate this madness since it had caught his attention, keep away from the populated areas that might recognize him, even after all these years. As tempting as one might find it to stick their head in the sand and hide in a tavern, that wasn't the kind of person the dragonkin was. Downing the rest of his drink in one go, he rose from his seat, far steadier on his feet and putting his height over most average descendant on display, something that had not been apparent before from how he had been seated at the bar of the tavern. "Recommended or not, I am in need of work as of late. Not in dire need, mind you, but no one can go forever without working to some degree."

..::Ascension::..

Ansgar was quiet while the man spoke at rather great lengths about his own personal problems. Well, not personal, apparently him and quite a few others had suffered at the hands of some apparent leader of some sort or another. However, had he been another person he wouldn't have seen the look in his eyes as anything more than just sorrow. But the draconkin had seen that kind of look before, many years ago in the slave pits. The ones set against impossible matches, resigned to their fates to be slaughtered for the enjoyment of others. The man spoke of the fact that many of his comrades were dead, or worse, and that he was going to join them by tomorrow. It sounded like the survivors fit for combat would not be able to muster the numbers to stand against them. Then this soldier spoke of the leader of the attacks, Death apparently, a god above the fanatics that refused to withdraw and fought to the death. It wasn't something most were ready to fight like, msot conventional armies and soldiers would fight hard, and would die, but not to the death typically barring unusual circumstances. Facing a foe that does not fear death requires a certain approach, an approach that most did not grasp.

The soldier wrapped up with his name and an apology, this Gaien, as he seemed to rise back up to drunk instead of drunken depression. An improvement, mind you, but drowning one's sorrows got one nowhere. Not that he planned to call the soldier out on this, it would be in poor taste and, if the man spoke truly, he drank for the dead as much as he did anything else then. Rather, he nodded quietly, the din of the other tavern revelers being notable enough to keep the Seraphim busy it seemed. Shame, she was nice eye candy, but if there was to be another attack on this place tonight, they might not be able to spare sword arms to be dallying with such lures. "Your apologies are unnecessary, Gaien. Most folk would be in such a state of mind if they saw the same as you seem to have, so I hold no ill will towards you for ramblings. They intend to come here, then?" If that was the case, then Ansgar had two options, really. Run, and have to sleep out in the woods somewhere, or stand his ground here. While he wasn't one to go seeking a fight, he would definitely be one to stand his ground and fight if need be. And it gave him an excuse to remain here as well, if violence broke out, it would be a short, quick flight into the fray. If not, he might have good company for the night then, not in Gaien but in the bartender, if things went smoothly enough.

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Ello all

@Ajax Amari

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

The familiar kick of his C-10 made Ansgar smirk, watching the round drop his target nice and neat like. Not to say the Marine in question wasn't in a right sort of mess, being dead and all, but thankfully the rest put down their targets real quick and quiet. Including the firebat, imagine that, between him and the Reaper, he was fully expecting this to turn into a loud mission at some point. But he would keep moving forward until then, moving after the rest of the group, Sunshine and Glory Boy, that earth born ex UED fellow that lamented the fact that he was stuck so far from his precious Earth. Now, Ansgar did not like his attitude, not one bit, but long as he kept doing his job, well, they could agree to disagree. Besides, Koprulu wasn't that bad, she treated you like you treated her, at the end of the day. Watching Sunshine get the gate open, he was through rather more easily than the armored folks were, another advantage of not stomping about in CMC armor all the damn time. He did a quick, steady sweep of the area as they grouped up.

"I hear ya Sunshine, sooner in, sooner out." The less time they spent idling about or moving about outside, the less time there was for someone to stumble across them, have to be dropped, or worse, have an alarm get sounded. Then ALL bets were off, since it would be a mad dash for the Command Center, smash and grab, and get the hell out of dodge while under all sorts of Dominion firepower. In other words, a rather unpleasant way to kick off the work week. But focus was required, so he scanned and kept his mind on the job, watching for anything that could complicate the mission.

..::Ascension::..

Ansgar caught the drink when it arrived readily, a faint smile apparent, something that wasn't always the most flattering on a draconic visage like his. Seraphim, probably enough blood to give off that air of desire that lured a great many into their waiting arms. He'd crossed paths with a Seraphim bounty hunter before, she used that grace and air of desirability to lure in marks. The barkeeps lack of undergarments, clear as it was given her simple tunic, added to the allure that they tended to have. Thankfully for him, spending as much time on the run as he did, he had a sense of self control. Asides that, he had never been one overly focused on dalience. Not that he turned it down when the opportunity arose, mind you, most Descendent wouldn't, and he was certainly not an exception. He would keep that idea open, if her engaging stare and smile were not merely waiting for a response to the drink at hand. Dragon's Blood, eh? Clever, he chuckled at the name, showing he took no offense at the name or purported likeness to the very same blood pumping through his veins. Taking a pull from the drink, a healthy one mind you, the familiar burn of strong alcohol burning down his throat was a good one indeed. "Much obliged, best drink I've had in quite awhile really. Good to get off the road for a spell, doubly so with recent events, eh?"

Favoring the Seraphim with a feint smile, doubly so since he planned to be spending the night in town and no sense being unkind to her, doubly so if the style of dress and attention hinted at anything, his attention was drawn to the drunk. He had been babbling about an oncoming darkness. Any other day, he would merely have passed that off as idle talk, some doomsayer drunk out of his mind and drowning his woes a bit too far, apparent since the barkeep, the picture of concern, at least overtly, mentioned that he probably had enough to drink. Coupled with the recent surge of violence from battle mad Descendents, well, a cautious soul wouldn't necessarily ignore what was being said. The trader was unsurprising, he seemed to likely only care for his profits. The Sol, at least the mixed blood Sol, of a drunk was staring into his drink, and he took another drink from his before speaking, quietly mind you, to the drunk. "Those are grim words, friend. Speaking of the upswing of violence lately, mayhaps?" Ansgar was not unkind outside of a fight, so he didn't just drill the man for information, instead putting a lead out and seeing if he bit. Worse comes to worse, he was just drunk and out of his mind, in which case he could simply turn his attention back elsewhere and be done with it.

..::Ascension::..

@Rai

Nice, better than anything I am capable of doing, that much is certain, sure as sure.

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@Vicier

I just got off night shift at work, so I can go do things with that once I awaken from my slumber.

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Ansgar, being braced as he was on the roof, was able to keep his footing and weather the wave of energy that erupted from the vehicle bay. Of course, those Emperor damned Traitor Marines came marching forward, things straight out of his nightmares. Nothing was ever easy for a Krieger, was it? Ansgar watched, from above, as the fire forced the retinue to take cover, smart, the Arbite's shield wouldn't have stopped those rounds. But he had to assume they weren't familiar with anti marine tactics. Usually? Vehicles and artillery, but they had neither right now. They did have some anti tank weapons, and the Marines were no doubt expecting the retinue to have nothing that could put those power armored traitors down. Surprise surprise, then, the Krieger considered, snapping on his vox to the rest of the retinue, the familiar role of squad leader already kicking in. He had to get the group organized, assuming they weren't due to the sudden arrival of Marines, before they casually marched in and slaughtered the lot of them. The closer those bolters got, the worse it would be.

"Assuming command! Psyker, vortex right between them and the Rhino, it'll pull them towards it as well as the Rhino towards them. Everyone cover her with anti tank weapons, if available, then free fire. If possible, aim for the joints, eye pieces, vents, anywhere that isn't plated. If not possible, as stated, anti tank grade weapons. Krak Grenades, that pseudo las cannon of yours, anything. If none of these are viable, aim for the eyes, the joints, anything to slow them down. Ma'am, bolter fire on the closest, working backwards, watch for more rockets." To accentuate his point, he launched a Krak grenade from his launcher straight for the nearest Marine, center mass, ducking down from the retaliatory bolter fire. He'd seen Krak grenades, weapons designed to, well, crack open tanks put down Traitor marines before. Sure, they were tough, but they weren't invincible. Concentrated fire, or enough anti tank rounds, could slow them long enough to get the help. Was it a risk to have the pysker open a Vortex right after the gateway was opened? Certainly, but they had to play that game right now, anything to slow those damn Traitors down.

Currently the odds were not so much against them, as it was they wouldn't last until the Guard reinforcements arrived. Using his old knowledge of Guard vox communications, he tapped into the Guard line that had been used to respond to the Celestian's call for help, firing off another grenade and ducking from the return salvo, the roof looking increasingly dangerous to remain on. They couldn't afford the loss of cover from above though, so he would keep braving the fire for as long as possible. He wasn't communicating with the Guard, rather, he was tracking the city wide situation, so he could be aware of what kind of situation they would be dealing with after this. Until something changed, he would remain on the roof, popping up, firing off a krak grenade at the nearest marine, and ducking down again, praying to the Emperor that the rest of the retinue listened. He couldn't assume they had faced off with Traitor Marines before, so he had dispatched the orders as fast and clearly as possible.

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Pumping out a post real quick, Ansgar has something to say about this mess.

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True but... they can still nag like regular ole' teens.. ish. Lol

@Lmpkio

Could you even imagine trying to nag at Jack fucking Morrison? Or Ana? Or even Dr. Ziegler? Hell, you couldn't bitch or nag at any of them, they have that much raw experience over everyone else. The kiddies would get called the fuck out if they tried.