I assume we don't have uniforms since no one has edited their appearance for it, so just because Eren recognizes us as Iron Mountain from the way we are, doesn't mean we'd recognize him.
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I don't have much for Ben to say, so I've held on posting. At best it'd be me filling space, and him nodding. Or he can excuse himself to get ready. Figure he'll just sit for the brief.
I'll type a post up now, and offer the chance to defuse.
After all, Erik has a 10 foot tall 1000 pound man made of rock.
After all, Erik has a 10 foot tall 1000 pound man made of rock.
That Golem is more interested in finding out what an Apple is
Yeah I mean, I guess I'd like to know too!
"Captain! the ship has been sighted!" the runner said to Alex and Grady. Now or never, Alex had to lead the show. "Right, gather the boys." He replied to the runner. "Captain, if you'd be so kind as to meet me on deck." Alex said with a smile, as he broke into a brisk walk. He stopped at his favorite supply closet and found his favorite bottle of liquid courage. He took a swig of rum, and brought it with him topside, and left his goggles in the closet behind.
Alex stepped onto the deck as the Aleph Null was on it's final approach to the Bdylegmia. Alex tossed the bottle to the nearest man, who took a swig and passed it down the line. He paced back and forth in front of the men for a second. His blond hair streaming in the wind. He had to shout to be heard. "Alright you whoresons! When we hit, drop the planks! Afterwards! You lot! With the blundergusts, I want you to clear that fucking deck!" Alex turned to look at the rapidly approaching ship. "Alright lads!" Alex said turning around, smiling wickedly.
The two ships collided, and some men lost their footing. Alexander Van Williams was determined to lead from the front and walked forward, firing his pistol at the other deck. He reached forward and dropped the first plank, as deck hands dropped the others. He didn't have time to shout, before the group with Blundergusts fired blindly at the opposing deck, laying a wide swath of death, clearing the deck for scant seconds. Alex drew his saber. "Do you want to live forever?!" He shouted, as he leaped onto the plank and charged across. He dropped down and cut through the belly of the first man he saw, and fired one of his two mancrushers at the next, leveling him.
Alexander was everywhere on the deck these first few moments, first gaining a bloody foothold with the boarding party, before they did the feint and started to fall back. Alex heard Grady's bellowed command, and echoed it. He had sheathed his saber, and was working with pistols now. It was hardwork keeping them all reloaded, but the boys were doing their job well, and bought him time to take cover. Alex was sitting behind a barrel, reloading his mancrusher, when he heard the first heavy 'Wooosh'. Confused, Alex rose up, and fired at the Fireater, just as Grady bellowed it. He looked down at his pistol, up, and then ducked.
Alexander drew his long knife, stood up, and vaulted over the barrel. He sprinted forward several steps. If the fireeater just kept looking at the sails, it'd be fine. Then he turned. Alex dropped to his knees and slid into cover, as a wash of fire burst around it. He crouched as tight as he could, trying to make himself as small a target as possible.
Alex stepped onto the deck as the Aleph Null was on it's final approach to the Bdylegmia. Alex tossed the bottle to the nearest man, who took a swig and passed it down the line. He paced back and forth in front of the men for a second. His blond hair streaming in the wind. He had to shout to be heard. "Alright you whoresons! When we hit, drop the planks! Afterwards! You lot! With the blundergusts, I want you to clear that fucking deck!" Alex turned to look at the rapidly approaching ship. "Alright lads!" Alex said turning around, smiling wickedly.
The two ships collided, and some men lost their footing. Alexander Van Williams was determined to lead from the front and walked forward, firing his pistol at the other deck. He reached forward and dropped the first plank, as deck hands dropped the others. He didn't have time to shout, before the group with Blundergusts fired blindly at the opposing deck, laying a wide swath of death, clearing the deck for scant seconds. Alex drew his saber. "Do you want to live forever?!" He shouted, as he leaped onto the plank and charged across. He dropped down and cut through the belly of the first man he saw, and fired one of his two mancrushers at the next, leveling him.
Alexander was everywhere on the deck these first few moments, first gaining a bloody foothold with the boarding party, before they did the feint and started to fall back. Alex heard Grady's bellowed command, and echoed it. He had sheathed his saber, and was working with pistols now. It was hardwork keeping them all reloaded, but the boys were doing their job well, and bought him time to take cover. Alex was sitting behind a barrel, reloading his mancrusher, when he heard the first heavy 'Wooosh'. Confused, Alex rose up, and fired at the Fireater, just as Grady bellowed it. He looked down at his pistol, up, and then ducked.
Alexander drew his long knife, stood up, and vaulted over the barrel. He sprinted forward several steps. If the fireeater just kept looking at the sails, it'd be fine. Then he turned. Alex dropped to his knees and slid into cover, as a wash of fire burst around it. He crouched as tight as he could, trying to make himself as small a target as possible.
I'll post when I can, feeling a bit under the weather.
@Isengrim Could I get a general description of the ship, or does it not matter.
@Isengrim Could I get a general description of the ship, or does it not matter.
I can initiate the attack post, or you can, isen. Which do you prefer? If I do, I'll only advance to the boarding, so it won't be a super long post
Ben sat in his corner, appraising each member as they were. The Inquisitor was kind enough, he gave Ben a wide berth, respected his old rank. Truth be told, he wasn't a sergeant anymore, he wasn't guard anymore, just like Gregor wasn't a trooper, and the Armsman wasn't navy anymore. Most surrendered their official ranks when they entered the clandestine Organization that was the inquisition.
Ben could have stopped wearing his uniform, he could have stopped using the Inquisitor's connections to keep himself supplied with Yellow greatcoats, and Armageddon pattern battle uniforms. But he would honor those that died for him and with him by wearing the uniform. Because the Inquisitor allowed it, he would have Ben's respect, and commitment.
Trooper Gregor was fine, if not always serious. But to each their own. He behaved like a career trooper. Gregor hadn't spent enough time to the guard to have it beaten out of him, by an uncaring universe or a commissar, whichever came first.
Next to come was the Psyker. Ben didn't trust them inherently, but that was dogma that he had learned. He didn't know this girl well, but if the Inquisitor trusted her, then that was enough to sooth his worries.
Ben finished his recaf, and looked down at the cup, a bit upset, but feeling more awake. He massaged his face, and appraised the last two to come in. The interrogator, and the Naval Armsman. Hard chargers, the both of them, it seemed. Did what they had to do. Career soldiers. Didn't ask many questions. The armsman had taken to preparing the crew for void combat, which was commendable. He'd do the same if he had to drill them for armored warfare.
Once this group had arrived, the Inquisitor moved on to brief. He discussed the planet, in some detail as to what it did for the Imperium. When Ben heard the word "Orks", the sound of tightening leather was audible in the room, as his mechanical fist clenched. A loud pop cut the room as the stitches in the glove gave way to the fist, and tore at the knuckles. Ben looked down, and released his grip, the glove coming somewhat apart. Ben looked around the room, before tucking his hand into his coat. It wasn't common knowledge to everyone on the ship that Ben wasn't all human. Especially the newcomers.
Ben listened to the questions that the Interrogator and Psyker asked before raising his hand. "Posing as bodyguards? No uniforms for us troopers?" He asked
Ben could have stopped wearing his uniform, he could have stopped using the Inquisitor's connections to keep himself supplied with Yellow greatcoats, and Armageddon pattern battle uniforms. But he would honor those that died for him and with him by wearing the uniform. Because the Inquisitor allowed it, he would have Ben's respect, and commitment.
Trooper Gregor was fine, if not always serious. But to each their own. He behaved like a career trooper. Gregor hadn't spent enough time to the guard to have it beaten out of him, by an uncaring universe or a commissar, whichever came first.
Next to come was the Psyker. Ben didn't trust them inherently, but that was dogma that he had learned. He didn't know this girl well, but if the Inquisitor trusted her, then that was enough to sooth his worries.
Ben finished his recaf, and looked down at the cup, a bit upset, but feeling more awake. He massaged his face, and appraised the last two to come in. The interrogator, and the Naval Armsman. Hard chargers, the both of them, it seemed. Did what they had to do. Career soldiers. Didn't ask many questions. The armsman had taken to preparing the crew for void combat, which was commendable. He'd do the same if he had to drill them for armored warfare.
Once this group had arrived, the Inquisitor moved on to brief. He discussed the planet, in some detail as to what it did for the Imperium. When Ben heard the word "Orks", the sound of tightening leather was audible in the room, as his mechanical fist clenched. A loud pop cut the room as the stitches in the glove gave way to the fist, and tore at the knuckles. Ben looked down, and released his grip, the glove coming somewhat apart. Ben looked around the room, before tucking his hand into his coat. It wasn't common knowledge to everyone on the ship that Ben wasn't all human. Especially the newcomers.
Ben listened to the questions that the Interrogator and Psyker asked before raising his hand. "Posing as bodyguards? No uniforms for us troopers?" He asked
I'm on night shift this week. I'll get a post when I can
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