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Post by Purple Dice on Nov 14, 2012 0:48:40 GMT -5
The last person to enter the room, a thin, sinewy man who looked like he didn't have a scrap of fat on him gave an amused chuckle. The group looked around at the man, unnoticed up until now, rolling two purple dice in his right hand as he leaned his back against the door. Gang tattoos were smattered across his arms and neck, with one, a grey wolf across his left cheek, its jaws across his mouth, giving the impression it was speaking each time the man opened it.
"Look at you all," he tells them, "scrambling to make everyone trust you, to make them see what a 'good' citizen you are. It's laughable. I can smell the fear in the room. What's trust going to do you? Nothing. Trust will get you killed. What we need is a sound argument, but we haven't got anything to back up an argument yet. What's to stop anyone from lying? I vote we just pick someone and kill 'em. Then we can really see what people are thinking. People are their true selves when they're just about to die, I've seen it plenty.
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Post by emptyhat on Nov 14, 2012 1:08:26 GMT -5
As the newcomer was speaking empty started chuckling again quietly growing slightly in voloume when he said how laughable the situation was. By the time the ganger finished his speech he was more or less up to a normal volume.
"Ha, hahaha. Hey purple, who are you with? You here alone? You bring anything in with you? Watcha got, watch got?"
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Post by Rook on Nov 14, 2012 1:09:05 GMT -5
"So you vote we just pick someone and kill them? OK I vote you. Your irrational crazy outlook on survival situations can't possibly help out the greater good of the community. Why anyone would be so brazen as to tell everyone they don't have a shred of humanity is beyond me. I say we DO string you up right here, right now. Who's with me?"
Rook moves closer to the psychopath.
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Post by Purple Dice on Nov 14, 2012 1:45:03 GMT -5
"Of course you were going to say that." The ganger replies. " 'Kill the ganger, he's sure to be the one'. I'm just stating the facts. We aren't going to find out who the Tyranid lover is by talking about it. None of us know each other well enough for that. I don't want to die any more than the rest of you. But sitting around telling life stories isn't going to get us anywhere. You could string me up if you want but you're going to need to find some rope, as I don't see any in the room, and secondly, you're just going to be killing the wrong person. If you don't like my suggestion Why are you going along with it, doesn't that make you just the same as me? Should we kill you for the same reason then? Maybe you're the real psycho, using my suggestion as cover to kill someone off and get the suspicion off of you.
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Post by Paimon on Nov 14, 2012 2:28:08 GMT -5
"I think that it's too soon to be picking people to be killed." Paimon turns to face the ganger, "Though I don't disagree with Rook's sentiment. Fear is a natural response to life threatening situations. Holding your 'fellow' humans in disdain is an interesting way to introduce yourself. Fear of death is one of our primary motivations. Surely you aren't so detached from your humanity as to realize this?"
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Post by Purple Dice on Nov 14, 2012 2:33:56 GMT -5
"I think you misunderstand me", the ganger replies, "fear of death is one of our primary motivators, I was just suggesting we enforce that motivator a little heavier on one of our members."
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Post by Shostak(AWOL) on Nov 14, 2012 3:31:16 GMT -5
Purple was not quite the last to enter the room. Framed in the dooway stood one last man, tall, and with a dignified air about him. His neat hair was grey going to silver, and from his posture it was clear that he had once been powerfully built. The older man wore a long greatcoat, and stood with a slump that was at an odds with his otherwise upright air. When he walked it was clear why. His slow steps were clumsy and roundabout, almost limp like. He moved to the side of the door greatfully eyeing the arrayed sofas.
"My apologies for my tardiness, as you can see, I'm no longer built with speed of movement in mind. My name is Shostak, formerly Lieutenant Shostak of the 84th Kassian Dragoons, but I was given an honourable discharge after I lost my horse and both my legs to the Tyranids. Yes, I've fought them before."
He regarded the other people calmly.
"You are an accusing buch of people now, are you not? You should be ashamed of yourselves, finger pointing in this manner, it demeans even the term Imperial Citizen. I have told you my past, and how I ended up on this world, perhaps you would do me the honour of telling me the same."
Shostak made to sit down before stopping himself.
"Oh, and in the spirit of cooperation..."
He reached under his greatcoat, quickly withdrawing with his hands grasping a long sabre still in its scabbard.
"One of the few things they let me keep when I was discharged. Standard Kassian cavalry sabre, with an officer's sheath."
He placed it on the table, and sat down.
"There, and I strongly suggest that you all do the same. No hive beast can harm us here."
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 4:02:49 GMT -5
*Dave stepped up again* Okay, I guess I can tell you a bit about myself. My name is Dave, I'm 24, I've worked in the mines since I was 15. Father was a Guard Sergeant in the 8th Cadian. Not really much more to tell..... *Dave turns his attention to the Hive Ganger* So, You're a big tough Ganger sort, bet a guy like you has a few... secret guns stashed somewere. They might be useful, there for you might be useful.... Don't give me a reason to dislike you.
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Post by Soap on Nov 14, 2012 4:23:06 GMT -5
"I have to agree with Dave, surrender your weapons ganger. I'm sorry to say your making yourself a target here so your going to have do something to earn our trust. The fact you call for us to lynch without evidence, and the fact your a Ganger doesn't sit well with me".
Turning to Dave, Soap gives a friendly smile. "So you work on the mines? Which tunnel are you in? Iv probably seen you down there, but you tunnel rats all look the same... Black with dirt and a pair of white eyes glaring back!" He give a little chuckle. "I don't envy you that job, its dirty enough just loading my truck!".
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 4:36:23 GMT -5
*Dave for the first time, gives a hearty chuckle and laughs with Soap* I'm in B-7 buddy, your face does look familiar actually. *He smiled, then turned to Emptyhat and observed him* Does anyone know this guy? And is he always this... Ummmm... Odd?
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Post by Purple Dice on Nov 14, 2012 5:14:03 GMT -5
*The ganger, concerned and somewhat disturbed at how a man such as Shostak could be framed in a doorway used to be closed and with him leaning on, moves to sit next to him, slightly awed by his abilities, but not showing it.*
"I ain't surrendering nothing until everyone else does. No way am I giving up my best defence when there is a crazy 'nid loving killer in the room. And I have to say, these couches aren't half bad."
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 5:26:55 GMT -5
*Dave glares at Purple Dice* You just gave me a reason. I can understand were you're coming from, but as you said, there's a killer in this room, how do we know its not you? *Once again Dave turns to Emptyhat* Buddy, you need to listen to me, you need to get what ever you're on, out of your system fast, cuz when this killer starts, you need to be able to at least try and fight back. *Dave places his Pic Axe on the table* Thats all I can put in* Oh wait, I forgot I was carrying this... *Dave reaches into his boot, pulling out a Cadian 8th Ceremonial knife* That was my Father's, he stabbed a bug with it back in the wars, seems kinda fitting. *Dave chuckled slightly and then coughed, before turning back to the Manager* So were stuck on the planet, Bugs are on there way, and theres a killer amongst us. We have no way of contacting Off world for support. We're in the crap here, we need to start to look at who doesn't sit right. And I want to hear what EVERYONE has to say. Okay?
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Post by Purple Dice on Nov 14, 2012 5:54:47 GMT -5
*Purple Dice throws up his arms* Hey mate, I ain't got no problem with putting my stuff in, I just want to be the last one to do it. One thing I learnt in the gangs, don trust no-one. As for Crackerhat over there, I've seen it before, won't wear out for another few hours I reckon, might be best to sit him down and restrain him, they can do crazy do stuff. Makes you paranoid what he took.
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 6:03:33 GMT -5
*Dave looks at Purple Dice* It troubles me more as to why he took it.... Trying to take his mind off something? I couldn't agree more to be honest, he needs to be restrained until those damn drugs were off. Although, I don't want him left out of the Managers sight. For now, he's the only one with a gun, so if this nutter is the Cultist, the Manager can slot him if he tries anything.... How does that sound to everyone?
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Nov 14, 2012 6:15:53 GMT -5
Jovinus looked over to the man named Dave. Nodding his head slowly in agreement, before turning and taking the pile of weapons back to his office. Where he placed them in the wall safe, slamming the door shut and spinning the code dial. When he made his way back, the first thing he did was poke his head out of the window blinds. "We've already wasted half the day."
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 6:23:13 GMT -5
We haven't wasted anything with all due respect; If you want to start shooting innocent people, feel free, but from my perspective, that would be a waste..... Sir. *Dave pulls out a Lho stick and a lighter* Everone okay with me lighting this in here?
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Post by Purple Dice on Nov 14, 2012 6:30:29 GMT -5
'Nid lovers might be allergic to the stuff, go ahead. Do you have a spare by any chance?
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 6:41:50 GMT -5
*Hands Purple Dice a Lho stick before Lighting both, and taking a long drag* Well... at least tensions have dropped slightly. *Dave walked over to a chair and took off his Light Brown Leather jacket, revealing more of his frame than before. His Arms were clad in scars that seemed like stitches holding the Slabs of Muscle in place. Under his ragged green T-Shirt, a part of a Tattoo can be seen, it looks awfully similar to the Cadian Gate, but at a glance no one could tell. He stood about 6'1" and looked like the sort of guy a Catachan would ge on with, but there was something about him, almost as if there was more to him than he had told everyone* Anyone else want a smoke? I've got plenty *Dave holds the packet out, offering Lho sticks to everyone in the room*
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Post by Soap on Nov 14, 2012 7:20:35 GMT -5
"Today might be a good time to start!". Soap take a smoke, lights it, and takes a drag. Astonishingly he didn't cough as he inhaled.. "Not bad, better than exhaust fumes at least!".
He takes a seat, eyes heavy from a days work. "Iv a question, now that some of the weapons are locked away, what do we do if we need to defend ourselves? What if the nids breach the building, and what if loopynuts there brakes free and starts spilling our guts everywhere?"
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Post by Adkenpachi on Nov 14, 2012 8:38:55 GMT -5
*The large man moves over to an empty seat and sits down uncomfortably*
"Were in for one heck of a night tonight then, i vote we shut the crack head and ganger in a small room together and see what its like in the morning."
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Post by emptyhat on Nov 14, 2012 11:01:41 GMT -5
empty started laughing again.
“haha, in out, in out, but only He knows how the bugs skitter about”
He shivered a little.
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Post by Shostak(AWOL) on Nov 14, 2012 12:49:56 GMT -5
"Why thank you young man, my own supply dired up several days ago. And going out for more is hardly an option."
Shostak accepts a smoke from Dave, barely avoiding spluttering as he takes a drag.
"I'm pleased that we've stopped with the thinly veiled death threats. For now at least. The quickest way to resolve this situation will be with level headed reasoning."
He looks around the small group of people.
"Well, with the exception of our resident drug adict, you all seem reasonable enough. That is good. Finger pointing and death threats will get us nowhere fast, in fact it will only serve to exacerbate the situation."
He turns to Purple Dice.
"The first rule of any engagement is to know thine enemy. I am right in believing you are a ganger from the underhive sir? In what little experience I have had with these xenos, that is where they tend to congregate. Have you had any, ahem any encounters with them over the last few weeks and months? People going missing, firefights with people far more disciplined than your average gang, that sort of thing."
Shostak turns back to the rest of the group.
"I'm trying to determine the scale of the operations at work here. While it is more than likely that the PDF have things well in hand on the outside, whoever the beast in here is could call upon support given the right rescources. Support that would save its life, at the cost of our own."
"So it is vital that we find the culprit soon, before the situation escalates."
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Post by Wraelis on Nov 14, 2012 13:25:20 GMT -5
"Agreed," said Wraelis. "So how might we go about really figuring out who could be tainted by one of these things?"
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Post by The Hawk! on Nov 14, 2012 13:55:04 GMT -5
Well... you have my support in this aswell. I have to admit, I came in here a little too hot headed, but now I've calmed down, I can look at this rationally. We are in a dangerous situation here, and I have my own suspect, but so far, his mind is off walking in the clouds and not a bit of sense has come from him yet. But, before we judge him, I want him locked up overnight with no chance of escape. *Daveturns to the Manager* Can you do that? *Turning back to the group* We have to stay together and watch eachothers back... If you suspect someone, say something.... It might save all of us.
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Post by Soap on Nov 14, 2012 14:09:26 GMT -5
"How about who we do trust? That way people aren't bent on a negative outlook. If we keep positive and tell who we do trust, we won't have negative thoughts clouding our judgement". Taking a drag of his Lho stick, smoke seeped from his mouth as he continued to speak. "That said, our little nut case there has me concerned. Has he taken drugs are we just jumping to conclusions? If he is clean, then he has seen something, so then his mind might be a wealth of information... We just need to get in there!"
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