As dusk settled the esteemed sergeant made his way over to Gangius, nervelessly placing his shotgun into his back mounted holster. “I don't understand these things, what are they? How do we fight them?” The techpriest swiveled from his current duties and stood reluctantly towards the guard veteran.
“Like … one … would … any … disease … sergeant … keep … it … contained … isolate … and … destroy … it.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“You … know … who … reported … in … during … their … patrols … work … with … them … as … best … you … can … as … for … the … others … treat … them … with … every … suspicion … available … to … you.”
“Yes, Gangius.” Soap turned and walked back to the group, Rook and Dave still eying off the other two and after relieving them of their weapons Wraelis and Emptyhat stood hands pointing skywards almost begging for the others not to spill their brain matter across the floor. “At ease you two, I am not killing anyone over an equipment malfunction. Now here's the plan, Rook, Dave and myself will take position in the armory while you two stay here. We are going to lock the access doors behind us so if anyone in our groups are infected they cannot get to the other.”
Wraelis stepped forward. “But what if only one of us here is in infected you are just going to leave the rest of us here to die?”
“You shouldn't have fallen asleep on your last patrol. That alone is punishable by death at least this way you have a chance to prove yourself.”
“Err, yes sir.” Wraelis sighed.
With that said, the two teams parted Soap and the others walked out of the nearby airlock, the sergeant bringing his fist down on the doors closing mechanism.
“That … is … the … property … of … the … Adeptus … Mechanicus … Sergeant!” Gangius protested.
“Shut it Cog Boy.” He starkly replied as the plasteel door closed.
“Frakker.” Gangius whispered to himself, realising that insult was not in binary. With a shake of his head he picked himself up and retreated to his own quarters.
* * * * *
Wraelis and Emptyhat looked at each other nodding, now that the others had left them in solitude they could plan on their next course of action, the loss of Walrus was regrettable but his sacrifice could be made up. The two Things walked around the central mess hall looking for an alternative entrance, Emptyhat signaled Wraelis when he found a small ventilation shaft. Gently probing at the metal grating Emptyhat gracefully removed its cover placing it softly on the hard concrete floor. Getting on his hands and knees he began to traverse the dark, hot tunnel looking back every few seconds making sure that he had not lost Wraelis.
* * * * *
Soap looked to what had remained of his original squad they were lucky, the group Soap had created some of the more veteran members of the team. Each having there own traits, Soap leaned over a ammunition crate spreading out a map of the facility. “Dave you make your way over to access way 2-F, you have Wraelis's long las so you can provide us covering down the main access corridor. Me and Rook will take position in the armory itself taking turns at keeping watch as the night progresses.”
“Yes, Sir.” Dave signaled back, checking his rifles energy levels before departing the room.
* * * * *
The two Things continued following their senses, exiting a little further to their destination then they would have liked as they knew the rattling of the vents would have given them away. Dave settled on his raised maintenance catwalk overlooking the long walkway towards the armory. Every now and then he would lose focus and look to one of his so called morale boosting magazines, his attention was regained when his nearby auspex began to show new contacts. He readjusted his scope and looked down his optics, seeing Wraelis's head peek around the corner “I got you, you bast**d.” Squeezing the trigger the overcharge Long Las round found its mark blowing the Things head off. Wraelis peeked his head around the corner only to see a brief flicker of light and a crack of lasfire before his head was torn from his shoulders, the situation almost ironic as Wraelis fell by the power of his own Long Las. Emptyhat dove for the ground screaming for his next lost brother, placing his hand over his back then retreating to another corridor.
* * * * *
Soap had heard the scream and proceeded to investigate shotgun raised to his shoulder as he rounded the first corner. He looked down at the still twitching body of Wraelis and fired a round into his arms, legs and torso then giving him a kick for good measure. “Come out Empty I know its you, your the only one left who didn't answer their comms.”
"Sergeant I can't give you covering if you contiune down that path." Dave radioed in.
“You humans, think your so smart. So witty, we lived here before your existence but our own world turned against us, we were the dominant species, we had to cannibalize on our own to rapidly evolve just to survive the elements.” Empty replied, the sound echoed from the walls, making it hard for Soap to get a fix on its origin.
“You are a xeno, only fit for annihilation.” He stubbornly replied.
“Am I, we will be the same, two bodies one mind.”
Soap gritted his teeth at the fought as he rounded the corner quickly turning, aiming his weapon in both directions.
“Show yourself demon.”
“As you wish.”
A hand grasped Soaps arm from the ventilation grate in the ceiling, the Sergeant rolled to the side firing blindly hoping to score a hit on the Thing in the frenzy. Empty dropped down placing a hand on Soaps throat lifting him high into the air.
“I will take much pleasure in devouring you and turning you against your dear friends.”
Fighting for breath, Soap dropped his shotgun and all the while he tried to pull Empty's hand away from his neck. Failing, Soap began to black out. Dropping in and out of consciousness Soap managed to move his lips and utter the words, "Die scum" and pulled the pins out of a couple of grenades. The remaining Thing screamed dropping Soap to the floor as it tried to kick away the cyclical objects. Soap choked as he spoke "Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant." The explosives detonated tearing apart Empty and Soap as if they were tissue paper. Dave jumped over the catwalk railings onto the lower floor, just as Rook exited the armory with his flamer unit thrown over his shoulder. "What the hell was that?" Questioned Dave
"What do you think, it was the Sarge."
Dave and Rook rounded the first corner to find Wraelis's limp body still laying there, Rook's only contempt was to spit on the body then hit the ignition switch covering the dead thing in burning Promethium. They ran down the next corridor only to find scattered remains of their commanding officer and Empty scattered around, Rook walked along setting each individual piece alight making sure all of this Demon was dead. The rest of the night past Dave and Rook sat in the armory both of them could not sleep nor did they feel rewarded for finally rooting out this evil. Dave attempted to break the silence, "We did it, we actually did it."
Rook sighed, "We did but I am going to see penal service for this, I am a murderer I killed Foster." Before Dave could even reply Gangius appeared standing within the doorway. "Auspex's ... report ... all ... green ... no ... xeno ... forces ... in ... the ... vicinity ... I ... have ... contacted ... the ... greater ... Imperium ... there ... will ... be ... a ... transport ... shuttle ... here ... in ... a ... few ... hours." Gangius sat within the group, placing down a bottle of alcohol and opening it with one of his tendrils removing his rebreather he took a sip and spoke without the aid of his machinery. "I suppose it is the most we deserve."
OOC:
End of Night Two
Results:
-Day One: No lynch
-Night One: Brigadier General Foster -
Guardsmen - Killed, Wraelis Colonel -
Night Sentry - Turned into Thing-Day Two: Walrus -
Thing - Lynched-Night Two: Wraelis Colonel -
Thing - Killed, Emptyhat -
Thing - Killed, Soap -
Sergeant - KilledList of Players:
1. Wraelis Colonel - Night Sentry
2. Rook - Special Weapon Trooper
3. emptyhat - Thing
4. Dave, The Master of Muppets - Guardsmen
5. Soap - Sergeant
6. Walrus - Thing
7. Brigadier General Foster - Guardsmen
Imperial Victory! The Things were foiled.
Survivors:
- Rook
- Dave, The Master of Muppets
GAME OVER.
Congratulations, Rook and Dave, you can now run around saying that you survived Mafia.