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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 22, 2012 4:41:17 GMT -5
The day had began, the once quiet research facility was now a scene of panic and suspicion. The roaring of the bases main intercom pierced the surrounding space, the head researcher a Tech Priest named Gangius had summoned the staff to the central mess. "Gentlemen ... I ... have ... grave ... news ... the ... specimen ... we ... had ... unearthed ... 5 ... days ... ago ... has ... escaped ... and ... that ... during ... the ... night ... 2 ... personnel ... life ... signs ... had ... ceased ... but ... seeing ... you ... all ... here ... cannot ... be ... a ... coincidence ... I ... believe ... one ... of ... you ... may ... in ... fact ... be ... this ... travesty." The binary translator continued as Gangius's re-breather wheezed. "It ... does ... not ... consider ... me ... a ... threat ... as ... I ... am ... more ... machine ... than ... man ... so ... it ... is ... up ... to ... you ... to ... decide ... how ... to ... end ... this ... before ... it ... is ... too ... late." * * * * * OoC: Welcome to the Mafia with a 40k Twist. I require 4 votes for a single person to be lynched for this turn. Please use the voting format displayed below. I Vote for *Insert Player Name* List of Players: 1. Wraelis Colonel 2. Rook 3. emptyhat 4. Dave, The Master of Muppets 5. Soap 6. Walrus 7. Brigadier General Foster Soap is the public character: Commonly referred to as Sarge, he is the squad leader, whose retirement is always cancelled. He transferred here at his own request so he could retire early, despite that this unit has a reputation of being slightly backwater and well stupid. Soap is the SergeantIn the night phase he has the ability to request a radio check, send each player a PM where they will report in. Only Imperial Players can do this, as the demon lacks the knowledge to use Imperial Equipment. Send me a PM of everybody that has checked in (So I can make sure the Demons are not cheating) and he will report his results the following day phase to help with the lynching. He is safe from voting for now. * * * * * Good luck and remember you don't have to vote every turn. Day One has begun. Day One ends: March 25th, 2012. (My time +10GMT Brisbane Australia)
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 22, 2012 6:04:27 GMT -5
Dave slumped to a chair. "This is bullnuts, how are we meant to kill something that could be any one of us man"? He stood up and started pacing back and forth, looking at the others suspiciously. "I mean come on guys, It could be Walrus, or Rook.... Maybe even the Sarge..... Were fornicateed man, game over". He strolled back over to his chair and sat down again, taking his pistol from its holster. He cocked it, removed the saftey catch and started muttering to himself under his breath......
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Post by Walrus on Mar 22, 2012 10:42:57 GMT -5
"Well now Dave, that is hardly becoming behaviour of an Imperial Citizen! The Emperor Protects!" Walrus looked upon the man with slight disgust showing on his aquiline facial features.
"This transmission states that any one of us is a gribbly that has the intent to kill us all? Intriguing..." Walrus stroked his chin, a curious look to his eyes. "If I interpreted this right, there is actually teo abberations amongst us? Two life signs ceased, so it's only logical... Although that does put a slight damper on things, as even if we manage to get one of them there is another one able to strike. The Emperor gives a mind game to play, so we shall play it. However, I shall not be casting any uncertain accusations out to the open. It would be rather detrimental if we kill the wrong person off..."
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 22, 2012 10:46:54 GMT -5
"You're right..... I guess". Dave removed his helmet and wiped his brow on his sleeve. "So whats the plan"? "A bug in with us.... and it could be any of us.... This is grim stuff" He reached into his webbing and pulled out a Lho stick. "Anyone have a lighter"?
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Post by Wraelis on Mar 22, 2012 11:49:11 GMT -5
Wraelis walks up and flicks open his silver Aquila stamped lighter, lights Dave's lho stick, and flicks it closed and puts it away with one deft movement.
"Kill our own guys, eh Walrus? Never a commissar around when ya need one," Wraelis said with a faint smile. "We just gotta keep an eye out for strange behavior. This thing's only had a little while to see how we behave, how we act, what we do. It'll eventually slip up, right? Of course if it's someone in here that will make things a bit more difficult as its heard all of our theories so far..."
Wraelis leans against the wall, facing the others in the room. "I'm not going down without a fight, that's for sure," he says as he rests his hand on his trusty las pistol. "How do we fight something that looks just like us though?"
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Post by Soap on Mar 22, 2012 12:39:06 GMT -5
Soap stood, straight up like he was at attention for a commanders mission brief. You could almost smell the years of discipline installed into the veteran guardsmen. His scarred face twitched from nerve damage sustained from countless battles.
"If we are to survive this, we need three things. First, keep a damn cool head. No shouting your slack jaws off with random accusations. Second, we need to work as a team. Working as a team involves doing as I say, when I say. Third, we need a plan".
Soap almost smiled as he offered a joke to lighten the tension that filled the room.
"I have a plan. In the locker behind me, they are a few weapons, comms, and they maybe some rations. We share them out, and split into teams of two. Each team will find a place to bunker down, and sit this out. If this 'thing' strikes, we will know who the imposter is - the survivor of the pair..."
Soap picked up his shot gun, resting it on his shoulder, while resting his other hand on the handle of his chainsword that hung from his belt.
"That my friends, is the best hope of survival we have".
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Post by Wraelis on Mar 22, 2012 13:03:54 GMT -5
"Sounds good, I'll go with the cogboy," Wraelis said with a grin.
"He said it himself, too much metal in a techpriest for one of these things to make a snack of!"
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Post by Soap on Mar 22, 2012 13:49:37 GMT -5
"Good thinking, appart from the slight flaw that the 'cogboy' is too much of value to just sit around waiting for us all to die. We need the tech priest to monitor the systems that keeps us with oxygen, to monitor sensors to make sure we dont get anymore surprises down the line. He could be our life saver. So, you might want to pick someone who is on the nastie buggers menu!".
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Post by Rook on Mar 22, 2012 16:18:31 GMT -5
"You know I would never go against your orders Sarge". Rook takes a seat near the center of the room calming himself for the storm that may erupt from his next thought.
"Even if it means killing one of our own".
"But you better be DAMN right when the choice comes down". Rook pulls his knife out and checks it's sharpness.
"Sir".
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Post by Soap on Mar 22, 2012 16:37:04 GMT -5
"Rook", Soap takes a deep breath before continuing. "We are not starting a witch hunt. We pair off, and monitor the situation. Now, come on, equip yourself and find a friend. Rook your with me, and put that knife away".
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Post by Rook on Mar 22, 2012 16:47:10 GMT -5
Sheathing his razor sharp knife.
"Yes Sir!"
"You realize Sarge that if this 'thing' has even a shred of intellect it will go after command first?" Rook eyes the rest of the crew with a twinge of paranoia.
"Your head may be the first on the chopping block, Sir." Rook nonchalantly places himself between the crew and the Sarge.
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 22, 2012 18:09:37 GMT -5
"I'll go with Rook" said Dave. "I trust him more than these lot, Come on buddy,lets go"? Dave looked down at his Las Pistol and checked it was locked and the saftey was off. He took out a flashlight, beckoned Rook to follow him and continued through the eastern Bulkhead.
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 22, 2012 21:38:09 GMT -5
emptyhat had kept his nose in some of the scripts and reports throughout the conversation but he tore his eyes away as his two squad mates turned to leave.
“...wait.”
He muttered uncertainly.
“Sarge... does this make sense?”
He was a quiet Guardsman who had never seen the frontlines and who tended towards the corner of the room quietly reading his primer, or anything he could find, especially when nervous. He hated contradicting the more ‘gung ho’ members or talking to the Sergeant but he was worried.
“I... I mean if we go out in pairs one of us will be killed and what about what the Techpriest said. He said two life signs ceased right? What does that mean, how can two of us be dead?”
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Post by Walrus on Mar 23, 2012 3:08:49 GMT -5
(OOC: Balls, I said teo instead of two)
IC:
Walrus looked over at emptyhat. "Glad to see we have an echo in here... But if you definitely didn't hear me, then kudos for your observation skills. I think I will like to pair up with you."
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 23, 2012 9:20:35 GMT -5
“I...I...”
empty’s head was pulled between look just below Walrus’s eyes and looking down at the papers on the table. He had heard but no one else had responded. Maybe they had all known and hadn’t needed to say anything.
“...ok”
He finally managed. He started to gather most of the papers into his satchel bag. He’d get a las pistol, and a knife, and a torch from the supply cupboard. Things would be ok.
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Post by Soap on Mar 23, 2012 14:39:05 GMT -5
"We are looking to much into information here jumping to conclusions". Soap fed a couple of shells into his shot gun. "Cogboy, said the scanners showed two personnel to drop off the grid. So, they could be dead, missing, but they are not this creature." watching puzzled looks, Soap continued. "The creature escaped, but Cogboy is assuming that it has taken the form of one of us with no evidence. I believe the Tech priest maybe setting us up, but for what I do not know." loading the final shell, and making ready the shot gun to underline his final statement, Soap said "As one great General once said: it's a trap!".
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Post by Rook on Mar 23, 2012 14:56:04 GMT -5
"You know if this comes down to behavior I have you all beat. Ever since losing my family I haven't been the same. Hell I'd even say if we were voting I could be the 'thing'. Of course I'm not...unless an afflict man doesn't know he's afflicted."
Directing his attention to Dave, "hey the Sarge wants us to pair up and I've already got a partner, the Sarge".
Eyes Dave suspiciously, "you were listening right?"
"Where too Sgt Soap?"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 23, 2012 18:37:00 GMT -5
Gangius's optical units buzzed as the sergeant questioned his judgement. "Sergeant ... everyone ... who ... is ... here ... is ... the ... facilities ... staff ... there ... are ... no ... others ... the ... life ... signs ... that ... dropped ... were ... some ... of ... yours."
The techpriest turned to Wraelis "Soldier ... I ... am ... afraid ... I ... cannot ... allow ... you ... to ... accompany ... me ... as ... I ... must ... tend ... to ... the ... bases ... infrastructure ... monitoring ... artifical ... gravity ... and ... Oxygen ... levels."
His binary units continued as he spoke in zeros and ones, his re-breather wheezed as he breathed. Gangius walked back and forth across the deck using one of his many spider like appendages to scratch his rob. Continuing to talk to himself in binary he looked back to the group.
"We ... have ... already ... used ... up ... half ... of ... the ... day ... bickering ... and ... as ... it ... appears ... no ... one ... is ... willing ... to ... lynch ... today ... I ... admire ... your ... reasoning ... of ... finding ... more ... evidence ... before ... sending ... someone ... to ... the ... Emperors ... paradise."
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Post by Soap on Mar 24, 2012 4:19:29 GMT -5
Pacing up and down the room while everyone sorted who would work with who, Soap thought deeply about a possible plan for survival, while at the same time terminating the threat.
"Right, listen in. This is what we are going to do". Soap reached down with his left hand to his thigh pocket and pulled out a worn piece of paper, opening it out onto a near table, he waved everyone closer.
"Here we have a tactical deployment map. It covers the full complex. The blue shows the ground level". Pointing to a square just off centre, "that's where we are. Now, we are not all Imperial Guardsmen, but Rook will show you the basics of operating a laz pistol".
"Red lines shows the floor above, and the black are below us. The problem is this map is just for this sector". Pointing to sections of the map, Soap explained what was what n the map. "Here we have hanger 3, 4, 5, and here is the maintenance hanger. We have lift access to the upper and lower floors here and here, and stair access here. Here is the only access point to the adjoining section, although this left here, goes up to another floor not marked on this map. This area is the command and control floor".
Soap took out a pencil and paper from the same pocket as the map. "Right, tell me who is working with who, and I'll assign you each a radio call sign. Each team will then be assigned an area to recon and gather supplies and equipment. As soon as you have your objective, we will move out, and return here once day breaks".
Waiting for a response, Soap added "myself, Rook, and seen as we have an odd number, Dave, will recon the hangers, that gives us about 16 hours before day breaks, so who else is working together?".
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 24, 2012 5:44:23 GMT -5
"Right, I'll get onto it" Dave started to sweat heavily and taking fast, shallow breaths. But.... Nevermind..." He started heading nervously towards the hangar.
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Post by Rook on Mar 24, 2012 11:33:38 GMT -5
"Sarge I think teaching someone how to use a laspistol might instill a false sense of security. But I will do as you ask."
In a methodical, almost Zen-like state Rook shows the intimate workings of a laspistol making sure each person gets a chance to hold and aim the weapon.
"Ok, I think we're done here. Dave do you need a couple of fresh power packs?"
Rook strides over, in his ever present almost simian gait. "Here", handing Dave some extra power packs.
"I'm ready".
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 24, 2012 17:21:28 GMT -5
The heavy base shutters began to close and the lighting began to dim as the areas went into nocturnal mode. Gangius checked the console making sure the facilities heating and primary generators were still green.
"My ... friends ... I ... suggest ... you ... find ... somewhere ... to ... stay ... put ... for ... the ... night ... either ... in ... your ... groups ... or ... staying ... together ... as ... there ... is ... safety ... in ... numbers."
Gangius turned and headed off for his own quarters, entering the digits into the access pad and singing a phrase in binary.
"Good ... luck ... I ... hope ... to ... see ... you ... all ... here ... tomorrow."
OOC:
End of Day One
List of Players: 1. Wraelis Colonel 2. Rook 3. emptyhat 4. Dave, The Master of Muppets 5. Soap 6. Walrus 7. Brigadier General Foster
Results:
No one was lynched on Day One.
Night One:
- No One Can Post in the IC thread until the Night Phase is complete. -Any players that have character cards with Night Time activities can begin to use their abilities. Via sending me PM's.
All PMs need to be in before Night One ends.
Night One ends: March 27th, 2012. (My time +10GMT Brisbane Australia)
Good luck.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 26, 2012 16:03:52 GMT -5
Day Two:
The Guardsmen squad were awoken by the blare of fire alarms, teams of servitor fire fighters rushed to put out the blase. It was still dark approximately 4am, but the night proved to be interesting indeed. The Techpriest had signed for the team to meet in the mess as soon as they were ready and for the Servitors to collect the body.
Gangius awaited for everybody to form up in line as he strode across his podium. "You ... now ... see ... why ... we ... have ... to ... lynch ... last ... night ... two ... more ... life ... signs ... had ... ceased ... but ... only ... one ... of ... those ... were ... confirmed ... KIA."
He walked over to the lone body bag lying on the ground, reach down he began to unzip it. A chard corpse of what use to be Foster remained. "He ... is ... with ... the ... Emperor ... now." Gangius made the sign of the aquila and looked back up to the group. "It ... is ... time ... to ... choose ... randomly ... lynch ... someone ... or ... waste ... another ... day ... the ... choice ... is ... yours."
End of Night One
Results of Night One:
List of Players: 1. Wraelis Colonel 2. Rook 3. emptyhat 4. Dave, The Master of Muppets 5. Soap 6. Walrus 7. Brigadier General Foster - Guardsmen - Killed on Night 1
Summary:
- No deaths on Day One - 2 deaths on Night One: Brigadier General Foster confirmed
Day 2 ends: 29/03/2011 (My time GMT +10 Brisbane Australia)
*****
You can post again, let the speculation begin. Have fun.
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Post by Soap on Mar 27, 2012 1:02:02 GMT -5
"What in the emperors name happened last night?!" Soap entred the room with Rook and Dave in tow. "How had this happened? Who or what caused this fire?"
Soap was well hacked off. "Last nights cluster means the only persons in this room who I trust is Rook and Dave, seen as though they where both with me searching the hanger".
Soap held his loaded shot gun with the stock of the weapon in the shoulder, switching aim between the other three members of the group.
"Now, which one of you is going to bite the bullet, own up and I'll make it quick"...
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 27, 2012 5:39:10 GMT -5
"Right.... Screw this"! Dave Holstered his Las Pistol. "I say we head for the armoury.... We get some more fire power on the go..... If these things are going to burn us down.... I say we burn them down. There are Flamers in the Armoury.... We need to Purge the unclean". He looked at Soap. "Sarge"?
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