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Edit: Actually, screw it. I'm just going to go with the group and deus ex machina my way into the superior position. Once there, I can put us in a position to be heading towards the goal. Which seems to be what everyone is so gung-ho for.
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I'm not going to actually do it, but I'd like to point out, Vespin would be well within his right mind to turn and gun down the chaos-looking, fully armed and armored, and very, Very obnoxious sounding, possible tech heretic who apparently casually strolled out onto rafters hanging in the middle of the room with the Very big gun he has.
But, like I said, I'm not actually going to do that. Just pointing it out.
But, like I said, I'm not actually going to do that. Just pointing it out.
That's the less relevant of my two complaints taken care of.
Okay, now... there's random chance, there's luck, and then there's just damn impossible.
Vespin had a map, was running with practically nothing on him, and went through vents and shafts that only a ratling would be small enough to get through to get ahead of Oscar and the prisoners, on an even higher floor. He didn't even take the same path Oskar's men did from the prison, because it didn't go where he was planning to get to.
The foot of Cuddles, the Holy Emperor's own pet rabbit, wouldn't have the luck you'd need to get a tech-marine in damaged armor behind Vespin within any reasonable amount of time for his arrival to have any affect on the conversation. The commissar with the horde of ratlings would have showed up before the tech-marine would have gotten behind Vespin.
Also, Vespin is a ratling, a trained sniper, and deals with thieves and other criminals on a regular basis. A space marine in fatigues would have a hard time sneaking up on him on a catwalk, coming out of a metal hallway. How did one wearing tech-marine armor pull it off, when he has no reason to be quiet?
Vespin had a map, was running with practically nothing on him, and went through vents and shafts that only a ratling would be small enough to get through to get ahead of Oscar and the prisoners, on an even higher floor. He didn't even take the same path Oskar's men did from the prison, because it didn't go where he was planning to get to.
The foot of Cuddles, the Holy Emperor's own pet rabbit, wouldn't have the luck you'd need to get a tech-marine in damaged armor behind Vespin within any reasonable amount of time for his arrival to have any affect on the conversation. The commissar with the horde of ratlings would have showed up before the tech-marine would have gotten behind Vespin.
Also, Vespin is a ratling, a trained sniper, and deals with thieves and other criminals on a regular basis. A space marine in fatigues would have a hard time sneaking up on him on a catwalk, coming out of a metal hallway. How did one wearing tech-marine armor pull it off, when he has no reason to be quiet?
Yea, at this point, we'd be able to move forward with him even just saying to keep the conversation going a bit longer while captain metal-pants catches up.
It was a bit surprising, seeing Oskar Rolt of all people leading the group. Not that he wasn't capable of it, the man had lead teams before. No, it was just strange to see him sticking his neck out like this. Then again, all Vespin knew about him was his rank and that he got himself put in the penal legion. That, and his penchant for going in to things flamer first, whenever possible.
"Oskar, I've heard of you. Have to say, you don't quite live up to your reputation. I bet you're shit at cards. Little advice for you, never show your hand before you know what game you're playing." Keeping the cross hairs aimed at Oskar, Vespin made sure to keep an eye out for the other prisoners, and an ear out for his own men.
"It was my men who got sent down here to deal with you. We were given shot guns, not collars. You don't send a commissar along with demihumans to and no collars to get penal legion ready to repel borders. Now, be honest, and maybe we can make some actual negotiations. Lie to me again, and I'll see if the next 'sergeant' your group sends out can't get things done before you all get gunned down."
"Oskar, I've heard of you. Have to say, you don't quite live up to your reputation. I bet you're shit at cards. Little advice for you, never show your hand before you know what game you're playing." Keeping the cross hairs aimed at Oskar, Vespin made sure to keep an eye out for the other prisoners, and an ear out for his own men.
"It was my men who got sent down here to deal with you. We were given shot guns, not collars. You don't send a commissar along with demihumans to and no collars to get penal legion ready to repel borders. Now, be honest, and maybe we can make some actual negotiations. Lie to me again, and I'll see if the next 'sergeant' your group sends out can't get things done before you all get gunned down."
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Vespin went flying down the long, narrow corridors of the large ship's various service hatches and air vents. It had taken a great deal of time to learn to properly read the extremely elaborate schematics that went along with Imperial naval craft. However, it was time well spent, as it allowed him to move at what many officers thought of as an almost supernatural pace. As it happened, and as with this case, that rarely proved to be a bad thing, when he was suddenly in need of an alibi somewhere else in the ship.
Before too long, he had found himself coming out on the upper-floor of the large armory. Here was stored the various heavy weapons platforms, ready to be lowered down into the waiting transports below as a moment's notice. His memory had served him well, as he was happy to find the room's layout had not been changed since his company had come on board.
Going across one of the many catwalks acting as the room's second floor, he couldn't help but grin when he found what he wanted. Using the pulley to tug it onto the metal of the walkway, it takes only a minute or so to get the tarp off and the hoists clear. Underneath was the autocannon that had been taking up so much space in the chimera he'd ridden aboard in. As soon as it was on level footing, he jumped behind the gun shield and slid the firing mechanism into its rarely used single-fire position.
Aiming down at the room's closest entrance to the brig further down, he waited. Cursing his luck for the lack of a proper scope on the large gun, he had only the sights to go off of, and just had to hope it was properly aligned. Just as he considered taking a single shot to get an idea of its accuracy, he looks down the barrel to see the first prisoner entering the room. Without warning, he lets fly with the first round, turning the man's head into smear along the floor behind him, with a rather large dent in the middle of the spray pattern.
The forward display had the effect he'd hoped for. Though all criminals, each had served at the least on their world's PDF. An autocannon was designed almost specifically for cutting swaths through hordes of infantrymen, and a choke point would mean their death if they were dumb enough to just rush in.
Luckily, a quick look told him the man he'd shot happened to have been heading to trial for shooting his squad mates. In the guard, that was unforgivable, even among penal legion troops. That meant he had a chance at talking with them, as no one would morn the man's death. Calling out across the room, he introduced himself, hoping to catch the ear of someone with a brain between their ears. "This is Vespin Longshank, Corporal of the Cadian 534th! I'll give you lads one chance to try and talk this out. I've got enough ammo and the right angle to take out all of you as soon as you pass that doorway. My men are hot on your tails, escorting a commissar with an even bigger stick up his ass than usual. You boys are gonna want to figure out terms with me, before you get pinched between me and my men, and I'm forced to hand command over. Send someone out with a white flag to talk terms. No flag, and whoever steps out gets a bullet between the eyes."
Before too long, he had found himself coming out on the upper-floor of the large armory. Here was stored the various heavy weapons platforms, ready to be lowered down into the waiting transports below as a moment's notice. His memory had served him well, as he was happy to find the room's layout had not been changed since his company had come on board.
Going across one of the many catwalks acting as the room's second floor, he couldn't help but grin when he found what he wanted. Using the pulley to tug it onto the metal of the walkway, it takes only a minute or so to get the tarp off and the hoists clear. Underneath was the autocannon that had been taking up so much space in the chimera he'd ridden aboard in. As soon as it was on level footing, he jumped behind the gun shield and slid the firing mechanism into its rarely used single-fire position.
Aiming down at the room's closest entrance to the brig further down, he waited. Cursing his luck for the lack of a proper scope on the large gun, he had only the sights to go off of, and just had to hope it was properly aligned. Just as he considered taking a single shot to get an idea of its accuracy, he looks down the barrel to see the first prisoner entering the room. Without warning, he lets fly with the first round, turning the man's head into smear along the floor behind him, with a rather large dent in the middle of the spray pattern.
The forward display had the effect he'd hoped for. Though all criminals, each had served at the least on their world's PDF. An autocannon was designed almost specifically for cutting swaths through hordes of infantrymen, and a choke point would mean their death if they were dumb enough to just rush in.
Luckily, a quick look told him the man he'd shot happened to have been heading to trial for shooting his squad mates. In the guard, that was unforgivable, even among penal legion troops. That meant he had a chance at talking with them, as no one would morn the man's death. Calling out across the room, he introduced himself, hoping to catch the ear of someone with a brain between their ears. "This is Vespin Longshank, Corporal of the Cadian 534th! I'll give you lads one chance to try and talk this out. I've got enough ammo and the right angle to take out all of you as soon as you pass that doorway. My men are hot on your tails, escorting a commissar with an even bigger stick up his ass than usual. You boys are gonna want to figure out terms with me, before you get pinched between me and my men, and I'm forced to hand command over. Send someone out with a white flag to talk terms. No flag, and whoever steps out gets a bullet between the eyes."
No longer directing a psyker, I suddenly feel much less concerned about the ship's astropath(s) and his/their retaliation to Lucius' pet psyker.
That said; RIP minion. We hardly knew ye.
That said; RIP minion. We hardly knew ye.
@BCTheEntity Not to nag, but your post conflicts somewhat with the last one @Klomster made.
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