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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 13:09:36 GMT -5
Chaz noticed the other new guy, Julian Endrax? - Was it? "Hey doc. You predict correct mate, though i hate to boast. Grathian is it? I read the brief. Glad to see we get some sort of rep, even if the armchairs don't give a falk." Sergeant Kellion stated quietly. He then chuckled under his breath. "I think we're gonna get along just fine doc."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 27, 2009 15:01:48 GMT -5
"Its good we have a medic, eh Chaz? Could've used three or four of 'em last time Delta was out, but thats a story for a different time." Jason said as he walked over to the table in the corner of the room, grabbing a bottle of clear liquid and pouring it into a shot glass, stamped with the Aquila.
Drinking the whole glass he set it onto the table again. "Ahhhh I love the Valhallans. Good Liqour."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 15:25:42 GMT -5
He smiled slightly. The last time. Falk! If only he could forget the last time. Once again, he looked to the commissar and lieutenant, waiting for the briefing to start.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 15:29:56 GMT -5
''Yeah, Grathian 23rd, nothin' special just a helluva lot of priests, thats what happens when your home world is a shrine world. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have some lho-sticks? ran out a week ago, haven't slept properly since.''
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 15:32:04 GMT -5
Chaz leant in a little closer to the Grathian. "I managed to smuggle a small shipment a few days ago. I'll show you when we get back to the barracks."
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 15:38:15 GMT -5
''Great.''
Julian turned around and looked at the commissar. Man, was he scary, he looked like a wolf, a wolf with a bolt pistol and a bionic eye that is. He shuddered, he knew what the commissar was there for, he hoped that after being raised on a shrine world he'd have enough courage and faith to hold his ground.
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Post by CaptainHindenburg on Aug 27, 2009 15:52:20 GMT -5
Paul noticed as one of the team members shuddered and the medic approached him saying "Julian right? I'm Paul Akaban, I hear you're going to be my assistant. Nice to meet you." And he put out his hand.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 16:06:28 GMT -5
Julian took his hand and shook it.
''Looking forward to work with you Paul.'' He answered.
''So. . . you're from Arcadia if I'm not completely off the charts?''
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 16:09:44 GMT -5
Another mission, probably just like the others, total anarchy...at least this new Lieutenant looked like a fighter, maybe this one will actually survive. Sterben was glad to no longer be in command of this rabble of miscreants. Though he did have the training to lead he'd rather be in the thick of things, doing his part by being an example to the troopers under his charge, and if that got him killed, well then that was what the Emperor wills, and despite his eccentricities he has always remained captive to the will of the Emperor.
Sterben's nose recoiled as he caught smell of some foul acrid aroma and he opened his eye and turned his head to point the cluster of red lenses on the right side of his face over to scrutinize Guardsman Vastheim. "Get that filthy thing out of your mouth, that ain't no lho stick you're puffing on boy...smells like illegal contraband to me...get rid of it and be grateful that I don't feel like covering the Lieutenant with you're shriveled brains just at this particular moment." Throne, that was reassuring...but could he really take action for what amounted to minor infractions before the eve of an important mission?
"Sergeant Keirn, need I remind you that you are on duty and intoxication is punishable by flagellation followed by immediate death."
He may have been too lax on them in the past but so long as he had nothing better to do he might as well crack down and maintain some order, he couldn't have them undermining his authority in front of the newcomers...he had to respond swiftly and demand their respect.
Sterben sat with his arms crossed and one leg resting on his knee and as he looked around his face was starting to wrinkle with silent rage. "The next person to do something stupid in front of me is going to die." He cleans his throat and tilts down his cap a bit then sits back and makes himself comfortable once again. "Sorry for the outburst Luitenant...please continue with the briefing."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 27, 2009 16:23:21 GMT -5
"Yup, sorry sir, just needed to wake up a bit, that last valk ride took forever." Keirn sat near to chaz, waiting for the LT to start the show.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 27, 2009 16:57:13 GMT -5
Drake idly watched the Commissar out of the corner of his eye, and, quite wordlessly, unlimbered his pistol. The heavy, stamped-metal surface of the Mk IV Naval pistol shone with a burnished, evil gleam like the eye of a Daemon, the shadow in the muzzle forming as forming the pupil as he passed the weapon to the Commissar. The gesture was quite clear, but Drake felt the need to emphasise his point by looking about the squad with a cruel, savage eye.
"Listen to me Guardsmen, and listen you good" he said, a low, visceral growl reverberating through his massive chest. "I, am in charge. The Commissar here is my XO as well as being here to keep you in line. Drunkie there is first-field sergeant. You will obey any orders we give as if the God-Emperor himself had just stepped down to do so! Is that understood!?"
With this delivered, he stepped forward, and pulled the balaclava off the demolition woman's face.
"Do you understand me!? By the Emperor, I do not mean adherence to the letter, but obedience to command! In your minds, bodies and whatever rotted cesspool you call your souls!"
"I trust we are clear?" he said. "If not, you can walk the feth out that door" he said, calming down "and go back to whatever you cam here from, and I'll not hold it against you. I won't even murder you in your sleep. Well, probably." Might have one of the lads do it. They need the practice.
"Now, our mission. Well, gentlemen, our initial mission is simple. We are to locate an enemy commander, a renegade Astartes of the Iron Warriors chapter. It is believed he is operating from a command bunker in sector 17-G. Insertion will be carried out on foot, following in the wake of a localised offensive in the sector. Hopefully, we'll have shredded their rear echelon for us to make our way to his bunker, and, if the Emperor looks kindly upon us all, we can blow it through the bastard roof of this miserable hive!"
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Post by Melissia on Aug 27, 2009 17:37:04 GMT -5
The woman put her respirator back on, and rolled her eyes, the motion again hidden under her photo-visor. The officer was obviously an imbecile, so insecure about his job that he couldn't take a bit of joking from the men and felt the need to threaten experienced soldiers in order to get what he wanted.
Apparently, the Emperor had a sense of humor when he decided to promote this buffoon. But he was an officer, and she was assigned to him, so there wasn't much she could do about it. "An Astartes, huh? Any word on what equipment he has? Not that I'd want to face him off regardless, but if we know, maybe we can get some idea on how to kill him before we actually face him."
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 27, 2009 17:50:03 GMT -5
Isan didn't mind the rhetoric. It was what Sergeants and up usually did anyhow.
"Sir, any idea of any.....help he might have?"
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 27, 2009 17:57:27 GMT -5
Pating his plasma gun, Jack spoke up "Well, If he doesn't have any warp-spwaned spells on him, then a volley from this will do. That, or you could bring a building down on him..." Seeming to recall an earlier incident, he added, "But then again, he'll probably have something nasty on him, at least thats what my experiance says concerning fallen Astartes."
Leaning back he turned to look at the officer, giving the commissar a quick glance before looking to the new officer of delta team.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 18:09:18 GMT -5
He took his bolt pistol out of its boxy leather holster and raised it up to tip back his cap with the edge of its massive muzzle, the weapon was polished gold and silver and intricately engraved with holy icons and scenes that depicted glory in battle against the foes of the Imperium. It was as much a fine work of art as it was a weapon. Sterben rarely used it in combat...he kept a laspistol at his hip for that. The bolt pistol was more of a badge of honor, a ceremonial tool used for dealing out the Emperor's judgment upon the unworthy. "Thank you Lieutenant but I have my own...I find a bolt to be more effective when it comes down to making a point."
He held it up and let it catch the light as he took a moment to admire the craftsmanship of it, so rarely did he ever really stop to look at it. The weight of it in his hand was quite satisfying and he felt powerful holding it... but he did feel that in most cases it was a bit less practical then his laspistol, too heavy...though now that he knew who their enemy was going to be he was rather sure he'd be grateful to have the extra punch.
The commissar returned his pistol to its holster and grinned at Drake then looked around at the squad. "I feel I should add while we are on the subject that the Commissariat will not tolerate the desertion of your unit...and so although the Lieutenant might not care if you leave...I feel it only right to warn you that I might have something to say about it."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 27, 2009 18:57:10 GMT -5
("The Lord General has made it clear to me, Commissar Sterben, that this matter is entirely voluntary. If at any point outside of combat a soldier wishes to return to his original unit, he has only to make a verbal request for transfer.")
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 27, 2009 19:08:34 GMT -5
("Oh well in that case if they really have the guts to leave I guess there isn't a whole lot I am going to do to stop them...except maybe make frowny faces at them and hope that they feel bad because of it.")
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 27, 2009 21:32:23 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, and he 'aint kidding either. Take my word if you want to live on the field, no retreat, no surrender." Keirn said loading a few shells into the pump shotgun. Each shell slid in with a metalic "Click". He racked the pump of the shotgun and threw a belt of Stubber ammo on his shoulder.
"So, when do we leave?" he asked.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 3:03:28 GMT -5
Chaz chuckled under his breath once again. "Us monians, we're usually too far ahead to fall back. I've tackled these marine falkers before. Its all about weak spots. A straight on shot with a lasgun or bolter will be useless, especially these warp tainted bastards. If that fails, tin can there." He gestured to their new demolitions lady in the hazard suit then continued. "She can just pop a well placed explosive, then kabloey!!!"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 28, 2009 7:11:30 GMT -5
"Lads, your asking the right questions" Drake said, an indulgent chuckle. "Alas, I've got little in the way of answers. We know he's got his own personal guard of fellow renegades, called....the Sons of Iron. Hah. Original. So we're either going to have to put a sniper round through his skull from range, or wipe them out as one. As it is, we can't be sure which one is the commander. We've got virtually no recon in that sector whatsoever, what with there being no aerospace recon possible and this being behind their lines. Speaking of which - our secondary objective here is to gather as much intelligence as possible. Troop disposition, quality, armour, and anything we scrounge from our victims as we ove through their lines is going to be pure gold. Isan will transmit anything back that is pressing, and Commissar Sterben will carry any materials too sensitive to be worth transmitting."
"Okay, let me go over this again. We follow a friendly offensive in, and, while they secure their lines, we break through and infiltrate....four miles to the command bunker. Blow it up, and then exfiltrate out again. If it goes well, we should be back here by tommorow morning."
"Okay people, we muster offically at....4:30, outside here. Grab yourselves some breakfast, and raid the armoury if you want. Meet me outside at 4:20 for a purity check, and then we're off."
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Aug 28, 2009 9:29:13 GMT -5
"Understood, and sir when are the forces of the archenemy ever original? Also, sir, what about any maps of the area we seriously can't be going in there completely blind can we?"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 28, 2009 10:23:18 GMT -5
Drake sighed, pressing palm into his face in despair.
"Do I look like a Quartermaster? No, Guardsman, I do not. You will be issued all the maps required when you visit the armoury, as instructed. Pray bear in mind that it was only...three months, since we were fighting a rearguard over that area, so any map will most likely neglect to include the fact half the buildings are going to be shattered ruins."
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Aug 28, 2009 10:29:39 GMT -5
"Understood." Saito saluted and went to the armory to pick up the rest of his gear and load an extra bandoleer full of grenades for his launcher and several magazines of AP rounds for his sidearm. After completing the preparations for the mission Saito grabbed a bite to eat on the go and waited outside the bunker for the others.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 10:44:59 GMT -5
Julian turned and started walking towards the barracks and the armory, when he reached the door out of the room he turned his head and asked Chaz, ''You comin'?''
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 10:45:16 GMT -5
Typical Delta team assignment, little information, no support, just get in there and get the job done. "Hm...traitors, we know how to deal with renegades don't we?" He looked over at Tyrok then gave a glance toward Kellion and Keirn before slowly rising up to his full height and stretches his back out a bit then idly scratches at the side of his face before giving everyone a wicked grin.
"Remember, we're the scariest things out here Delta team, there isn't an enemy in the galaxy that does not fear the righteous fury that we represent. We shall be like the ghosts of vengeance upon the battlefield, phantoms in the night. They will know us by reputation and they will be afraid, whispering our names as though we were myths and legends...because they know deep down in their blackened hearts, that when we strike at them with all of the wrath and red hot hatred of mankind it will already be too late, they cannot resist us...they cannot resist the Emperor's faithful, they cannot resist the rage of humanity."
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