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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 31, 2009 15:39:34 GMT -5
''Sir.'' Julian said and got into the chimera. He found himself a comfortable, well as comfortable a bench can be, place to sit on the bench. For the fifth time that day he checked his equipment. After doing that a few times he asked. ''Anybody mind me smoking?''
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 31, 2009 15:43:18 GMT -5
Moving into the second Chimera, Jack placed himself next to the exit, with his plasma gun running hot, the cooling coils slightly warm to touch and his armour in position. Checking one last time to see that his other plasma cells were in position, near his hands where he could reload quicker, the red overcharged cells placed farther back from the normal-pattern plasma cells.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 31, 2009 15:47:45 GMT -5
The demolitions specialist sat down in whichever chimera she was assigned or just had free space, and began to triple-check her equipment again, ensuring that it was prepared for the bumpy ride and there'd be no scares involved.
[ooc: Kinda distracted right now.]
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Aug 31, 2009 16:10:38 GMT -5
Vince leaned back against the Chimera's hull and flexed his augmetic hand once more. He looked around at the other passangers in the transport,not that bad a group. "Anyone know what frequency to switch comms too and where we're going?" He asked them.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 31, 2009 18:15:56 GMT -5
Isan leaned slightly forwards, as to give his backpack vox more room. Also, the weight on his back just needed to be balanced out.
OOC: Just making something up here, since I'm the comms trooper....Feel free to edit if you want something else.
IC:
He turned to the new comer, and thought a bit, before replying.
"Switch to frequency Sierra 117. It's close enough to the OpFor's frequencies that they probably won't check that, but different enough so that they won't pick up our transmissions. If that's compromised, switch to frequency Echo 134."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 31, 2009 18:25:32 GMT -5
Drake reached into the lapels of his overcoat, removing a packet of Lho-Sticks and offered them to Endrax in a genial, paternal fashion, lighting the stick for the man as well.
"Medic who smokes...heh. Guess I've seen everything now."
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Aug 31, 2009 18:33:20 GMT -5
Vince nodded his thanks and switched his bead to 'Sierra 117'. He sat back and pulled out a tool kit. He then removed his left hand glove and pulled up the sleeve. Thick and ugly,his bionics retracted as he moved plateel sheets off and began to work through it,adjusting its settings and capabilities. Stopping several times to check it through flexing his fingers,he continued to toy with it for several minutes.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 31, 2009 19:04:23 GMT -5
Jason pulled out a small silver box. He opened it and pulled out a single cigar, stamped with aquila. Clipping the end with a traditional clipper ( I honestly dont know what its called) and lit it with his lighter. Taking in a single puff, then pulling it out of his mouth he looked at it for a moment, then took another puff. As the smoke left his mouth the treads started moving.
"Here we go, hell on wheels." Jason said releasing more smoke from his mouth.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 31, 2009 19:38:01 GMT -5
"Hey, keep it away from me. These explosives do not appreciate anything burning, exploding, or violent."
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Post by Kaikelx on Sept 1, 2009 0:05:44 GMT -5
Isan in turn, decided to stay behind the demo trooper. Afterall, if she went boom behind him, it could, and most probably would hit his rear caster, sending even more shrapnel into his back.
He saw that happen once. And he never intended to experience it for himself.
As the Chimera picked up speed, he rocked a little in his carapace armor, before steadying himself, lasgun pointed into the bottom to help.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 1, 2009 6:04:07 GMT -5
(Melissia, you aren't in the Command Chimera, you're with the squad in the non-smoking chimera. And besides, you damn well know military explosives do not ignite without a detonator.)
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Post by Melissia on Sept 1, 2009 7:36:53 GMT -5
[ooc: RT, from what I saw neither of us specifically stated which chimera we went into. Also, you damned well know that the Imperium's technology isn't as reliable all the time as modern tech, and that they use religious belief and often false explainations to the soldiers to ensure that they take proper care of their equipment.]
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 1, 2009 8:05:46 GMT -5
(OOC: I would beg to differ: "Outstanding" said Drake, a warm, feral burr entering his voice in mimicry of the chimeras engines as he stepped inside the lead command hatch. "Sterben, Kellion, Kerin and you too Endrax, ride with me. The rest of you, take the second 'Himera." Now stop being annoying.)
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Sept 1, 2009 8:09:30 GMT -5
Julian took the lho-stick and said ''Thanks sir.'' He took a drag and let out some smoke. ''Yeah, I probably shouldn't smoke these but, I got hooked on them back in my first war zone. You know, conscript straight out of boot camp and about to charge a hill. I had some bad combat nerves and the commissar gave me one of these.'' he said indicating the lho-stick in his mouth.
''He was a damned fine commissar that man, I don't think i ever saw him execute anybody. Although he probably did. He took a bolt round to the face some years back.''
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 1, 2009 9:21:25 GMT -5
Lucian sat in the 2nd chimera and began fine tuning his auspex and sweeper broom, he tested the broom by pointing it at the demolitions expert, he got a loud low ping, for explosive material not active but in large amounts and his auspex showed the correct number of life signs. He grabbed his short pattern las-gun, checked the sight wasn't crooked, and put a powerpack into the port. "Everything seems to be in order he murmered to himself.
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Sept 1, 2009 10:00:23 GMT -5
Vince finally finished playing with his augment placed the plasteel sheets back on. There were 3 layers,the bottom 2 bearing the sign of the Adeptus Mechanicus,the top one bearing the "=I=" of the inquisition. He pulled back on his sleeve and placed the glove on once more. He then crossed his arms and sat straight,staring forward and at nothing in thought.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 1, 2009 11:19:00 GMT -5
Puffing out some smoke from his cigar, Jason took off his helmet and grabbed a holopic from under a strap, one of many. The picture was of an old unit, roughly 20 Cadian Troopers and a Commissar.
"My first unit. I knew everyman in the unit from the time I was six, save for the Commissar. They all died in the space of two minutes a few years back, on osme Emperor forsaken planet named, Liornia. Fallen Marine did it. But that poor old commissar didnt go down without a fight. Put 3 bolt rounds into the things head even after had had his legs blown off by the things bolter."
Jason put the picture back, among the many, and put his helmet back on his head.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 1, 2009 11:42:17 GMT -5
(You is. Be readin' my posts)
"That's a bastard. Now my platoon, we didn't get a Commissar assigned to us until...I think it was the Janiun Offensive. Big bloody offensive push, and we were the leading edge. He wasn't a bad chap, like - killed a couple of the lads, and the officer, but he wasn't bad. Didn't shoot three of the guys when they burnt out with shellshock, so I'll give him that. Janiun we ran into some Renegade Astartes as well. Killed half the bloody squad before we brought the high-energy's to bear."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 1, 2009 11:52:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, we were scoutin trhough some rubble in a small Hive, one of the lower sectors. He comes barrelin through some plasticrete wall, gun blazing, atleast twenty heretics around his feet. We didnt have anything but lasguns, grenades, a single tube bomb, and the Commissars bolt pistol...
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Sept 1, 2009 12:15:55 GMT -5
(and just so there will be no contradiction, I am going to assume that at least one person is smoking in both Chimeras...perhaps Vastheim lit up another one of his vile squigars.)
The Commissar glances from Endrax to Keirn and idly wave a cloud of smoke out of his face with a throaty chuckle. "None of us want to die in bed...we fight to the end."
Sterben stands up and holds onto the handrail overhead to steady himself "Driver, open a vox channel to the other transport and tell them to broadcast my voice into the passenger compartment."
"The Emperor is our guiding light, a beacon of hope for humanity in a galaxy of darkness. As we serve Him, He is our greatest servant. As we pray to Him, His thoughts are only for us. And in the dark when the shadows threaten, The Emperor is with us, in spirit and in fact."
"In 889.M31 this system was conquered in 8 days by the heroic actions of the IV Legion. The sons of Perturabo smashed the defenses asunder and utterly destroyed the weak and fledgling empire that had spread like a plague to infect so many of the surrounding worlds. They claimed it in the name of the Emperor and it became a part of the glorious Imperium of Man.
Now the Iron Warriors have returned but they are not the same...once great weapons in the service of the human race they have become dark and evil things, terrible monsters and abominations. The Astartes are a symbol of the Emperor's divine might and fury...his angels of death from beyond the stars. So what becomes of an Astartes when they turn their back on the light? With out their duty and sense of purpose they become nothing. They have traded away their humanity to protect the human race and then denied themselves of their one true purpose. Their souls are filled with bitterness and regret...malice and longing. They were created to fight and have nothing to fight for...they crave death and we shall bring it to them. We shall take this world back from those who won it for us and then dared to take it away. We will show them that without the Emperor they are powerless and with the Emperor at our side we are strong. Their dark gods care nothing for them...all they desire it anarchy and chaos. Let us bring order and light to the darkness...the Emperor is with us always."
"Emperor, bestow on us Your righteous fury and Your furious strength. Let us become the storm that blasts the enemy from Your sight."
"Smite the foe! Smash the enemy! For the Emperor we bring Death!"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Sept 1, 2009 12:33:23 GMT -5
Chaz sighed. "Yeah. For the falking emporer." The monian scout sergeant continued to gaze attentively at the road ahead.
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Post by Melissia on Sept 1, 2009 14:13:47 GMT -5
"Fear not... the Traitor Legions are powerful, but they have no Faith. The Faithful shall succeed where the atheist and the heretic shall fail." The woman began to whisper prayers of safety and protection, almost seemign to be directed at each of her pieces of equipment-- almost all of which were explosive in some way or other.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 1, 2009 15:16:52 GMT -5
Drake felt the need to express his opinion on the matter, and chose to do so by pressing the vox-override button, shutting out all the chatter so he could address his squad.
"Death or Glory. Sturm und Drang."
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 1, 2009 15:38:16 GMT -5
Lucian felt the small bump of the stubber concealed in his shoulder, a big believer in back-up plans he had the concealed weapon just in case the mission went awry or his other gear was damaged, he had polished it and checked the action the night before. He looked over to see the woman festooned in demolitions gear mumbling some kind of prayer. Lucian wasn't unfaithful, he just felt the God-Emperor probably had more important things to look at and would rather have the people of the Imperium help themselves instead of mewling like little children to him in prayers. Time to make friends he thought he leaned into the middle of the group in the Chimera and said "So what's everyone's story while we've got some time to kill"
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 1, 2009 15:44:00 GMT -5
"Aye sir, death or glory." Jason said unholstering his handgun, and releasing the magazine. 14 armor piercing rounds, 1 in th chamber, cleaned and oiled. He looked at each bullet, each in its own bronze casing, and lead molded at the top, the place where heretics would fall.
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