|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 5, 2010 12:51:06 GMT -5
Jaythord turned to the trooper called Bevon. That man looked shaken up, that sort of state made him a liability.
"Look, Bevon. We can't have you edgy like this, we'll be going into the midst of the enemy. I've done this sort of thing at least 12 times in my 15 years. Just remember, you may not have the soul of a killer but if you don't kill them, they'll kill you like that. Just think of it as self defence, seriously, they'd kill your mother given half a chance. You've got me and the captain with you. Now shake up and be ready or you'll get all of us killed when we move out."
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 13:03:09 GMT -5
"Bevon trust me, i'm not a harsh man but if you endanger the mission, i will not hesitate to kill you. No-one gets left behind due to the risks, you come back or you die."
"Each team will use a separate comm frequency, however kappa gamma 9 will be emergency contact which can be used for inter-team communications, hopefully we won't have to use it for 7 days, if you do use it, take care."
Lucan grabbed a crate and pulled it over pressing a button. The Crate began to make sizzling sounds. Lucan opened the top.
"Ok Last meal before we go in."
Inside the crate were roast tubers and roast grox with vegetables in a gravy.
|
|
|
Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 5, 2010 16:43:49 GMT -5
Lolita and Gregori sat down next to the rest of the troops. Gregori looked hesitantly from soldier to soldier, while Lolita smiled politely at everyone.
"Soooo who here has been to the core worlds? I heard that the grand patriarchs have granted Rivia indepen... Not the best topic right now, huh?" Lolita looked up at Gregori, whom was looking at her. "And ve will be granted amnesty? If we commit these murders?"
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 16:56:46 GMT -5
"Assassination not murder. And you will be allowed to go free."
|
|
|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 5, 2010 17:01:54 GMT -5
When the eating started, Threepwwod chose to sit himself further away from the crowd and polished his wraithbane so the scribed in names of his ancestors were clearly visible.
|
|
|
Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 5, 2010 17:08:59 GMT -5
((ooc:// by the way, I hope you guys don't mind me posting these long posts.. I'm a part of a half dozen dedicated rping sites, and its a habit to crank out numerous paragraphs... xP ))
Scion smiled when the sniper detached himself from a nearby apartment building and headed their way. Under normal circumstances, he would have challenged the man who approached, but the likelyhood of a well equipted heretic was, well, nearly non-existant. So, he simply nodded in the sniper's direction, then turned back to the Captain.
He listened as the Cap outlined the basic plan, and their objectives. A rogue general, and a heretic bereaucrat; two fairly standard targets for assassinations. They reminded him of two similar targets his former team had been tasked with executing.
When the Captain finished, Scion opened his mouth to offer a suggestion, but the sniper beat him to it. The man's suggestion was sound, nearly the exact same as what Scion himself was going to propose. Clearly, the Monian was no stranger to infiltration. Plus, he seemed to have at least a semi-level head on his shoulders, so he'd be a great asset to the mission indeed. Scion nodded in respect to the sniper, before turning back to the Captain to hear the rest of the briefing.
The Captain described how they would be going in, who would be going in to each target, and when. Scion simply nodded when the Captain informed him he would be leading team two, tasked with eliminating the general. Easy enough. "Grav-chutes it is, then, Captain. Just like back in the 1st." Indeed it was! Grav-chutes were one of the more common ways his former squad had entered into combat.
Scion took note of the way this trooper, Bevon, it would seem, was acting. He seemed way to bloody shaken up for a infiltration mission. Because team two success depended on team one not being stopped, and vice-versa, Scion wasn't about to let a weak link go without a few words. "Bevon, listen to the Threepwood. You've got two hardcore veterans in your squad. Pull yourself together, and you'll be fine."
The Captain then proceeded to detail the comm frequency procedures, and Scion nodded. "Kappa Gamma 9. Gotcha, Captain." With that, the Captain pulled over a crate from the supplies they brought, and revealed the very edible contents. Scion smiled, and rubbed his hands together, one augmetic and one flesh and blood. The food actually looked half decent, not that garbage they had force-fed him on the penal transport from Telos V.
|
|
|
Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 5, 2010 17:14:27 GMT -5
Gregori scowled "It is letting the blood flow of the living. Not that I mind. Heheheh" Lolita grabbed on to his arm "Y'know what that means! We could go back to Rivia! Live in one of the loyalist settlements! ALRIGHT!!! Let's get armed!" Lolita scrambled out of the tent and began pulling things out of her satchel. After pulling out several vicious looking knives and sheathing them on her person she raced back and saluted "Intrusion expert, Lolita Hiberfang! At your service."
|
|
|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 5, 2010 17:23:43 GMT -5
Threepwood looked at the woman with Gregori called Lolita. First Bevon getting edgy and now some kid getting too falking hyped up on battle anticipation. Damnit, and they hadn't even moved into enemy territory yet.
|
|
|
Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 5, 2010 17:52:29 GMT -5
Gregori caught Threepwood's. He smiled and shrugged as if to say "Sorry about that, she is rather energetic." He then stood up and saluted. "I need to prep my suit of armour so I'll leave a little early."
|
|
|
Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 5, 2010 18:06:55 GMT -5
As he ate, Scion observed the actions of the other troopers, taking particular interest in Threepwood's seperation from the rest of them. The Monian was polishing his blade, a rather nasty looking piece of metal, and acting more distant than Scion's former commissar. Though he knew he would regret it, Scion sat down his food, and stood, and headed over to where the sniper was. Before he could reach the Monian, Scion heard Gregori mention that he would be leaving early to 'prep his armour.' The sergeant major turned to the trooper. "Prep your armour? Really?" He rolled his eyes. Sounded like a total load of crud, but it wasn't his place to actually call the man out on anything. At least not yet. He simply glanced at the Captain. He'd do something if he cared about it.
So, Scion turned back to the Monian, and walked over to him. Looking down at the man, Scion outstretched his hand. "Figured even though we're going in seperate teams, I might as well introduce myself. Sergeant-Major Vladimir Scion, formerly of the Foravarian 1st. Perhaps you've heard of 'em."
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 18:07:35 GMT -5
"you've got an hour before you need to be up in the air. Make use of it. Team one form up on me in half an hour we'll be moving a little earlier than two, but then whilst they're riding in luxury we have to walk...or appropriate a local vehicle into the temporary service of the Imperial Guard"
Lucan thought he had a good team, all psychotic killers but still that's what he needed. These men and woman would have no compulsions with the mission.
|
|
|
Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 5, 2010 18:28:02 GMT -5
Bevon walked over to Lucan he was the first one there after all this he wasn't that hungry he stuffed some food into his backpack he'll have that later. Both the officers words lifted his spirits mainly the "I'll shoot you myself" Comment Bevon would keep his eye on him he didn't want to die out here especially from a fellow trooper. He pulled out a small book and began to read it. Corilitian History He looked up "Sir we are moving out in an hour right? I might be here prematurely. I promise I won't go out of order again sir you know my history, losing an entire army group, isn't exactly comfortable."
He looked down and proceeded to read and waited for the comment to follow. (OOC: Haha get it)
|
|
|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 6, 2010 2:23:57 GMT -5
"Maybe, where were you serving before this place?"
|
|
|
Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 6, 2010 16:31:39 GMT -5
"I doubt you'd know where it is, but we were fighting on Dalmoth. Some hive-world that attracted the attention of the Enemy. But, if you ever heard of us, it was prolly from the fighting against the 'Nids on X-23, a few months ago. Ring a bell?"
|
|
|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 6, 2010 16:42:30 GMT -5
"Not really. All the action I've seen is in the Eastern Fringe, taking back what the Tau took over in something called the "Third Sphere Expansion". Damned if I know. My regiment was raised when all the planets close to there had to increase tithes to fight them back after a falk-load of worlds got taken. Beats fighting for my life in the frozen hell-desert I call home."
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Man on Aug 6, 2010 17:02:09 GMT -5
Lucan passed a dataslate to Scion, "This is your briefing, use your judgement to brief your squad. The briefing will not go with you, so memorise it."
Lucan began to load and check his autopistol and shotgun.
|
|
|
Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 6, 2010 17:15:15 GMT -5
Scion laughed. "Well, X-23 is in fact in the Eastern Fringe, but hey, I guess not everyone has heard of it. In any case, most of the glory was stolen by a couple of Marine Chapters that showed up, so I shouldn't be too surprised.
But Tau, huh? We were schedualed to go huff it over close to them, 'course, I got stuck here before we could."
Scion accepted the briefing slate from the Captain when he was given it, and started to look it over as he talked to the Monian. The briefing was standard, but Scion began to commit it to memory. It was a pity he couldn't take the thing with him, but spec-ops missions being what they were, he understood why not. "Righto Captain."
|
|
|
Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 6, 2010 23:44:05 GMT -5
Gregori looked back "Yes, SIR, I really have to prep my power armour." He returned half an hour later just in time as dinner ended. The smooth sound of servos and gears humming. His rifle was loaded and the sound of rocks and sticks crunching from him stepping on them. With a grim hum he stepped into the tent. Lolita had placed her visual scopes over her eyes. She grinned as Gregori approached. "Aren't we heavily armed for civvies? Tee hee." Gregori scowled "Lolita, stop bothering the others. Some people dislike people who talk too much." He checked the breach of his rifle, everything would fall into place.
|
|
|
Post by stgene on Aug 7, 2010 0:10:04 GMT -5
Vought sat in the group huddled around the crate, munching his food as he mulled over the teams. He was with the Captain, which was a plus, because he had all the information, and was the best chance of getting shipside if this whole thing went "toes over tits" as his dad used to say. He also wasn't in the same squad as that poor skakker with the plasma gun, which was a BIG advantage in his book. The other guy's accent got on his nerves, and his cute little stress reliever was downright creepy.
His squad, on the other hand, wasn't much better. Oh, sure, the sniper seemed like a cold-blooded fecker who'd been through hell and some, but he was quiet. And not the confident, stoic silence of the veteran who'd seen it all, but the tense, steel-bound isolation of a man who's wrestling with something evil inside him, and losing. And as for the jumpy little fecker with the hellgun, well, he could go feck himself! No way he was going on an infil mission with him! The guy look like a virgin who was about to consummate her marriage with an Ogryn!
But hey, thought Vought, he's just one guy. One guy in hostile territory, with no-one to watch his back...
Vought shook his head. None of that skak, he reminded himself. The virgin was just nervous. Can't rub a guy out just for being nervous. Vought sneaked a look over at "the virgin" just as he straightened up, and managed to catch a glimpse of his nametape. No way. No fecking way., he thought, grinning. His name's Karen? Vought quickly shoved a large hunk of grox-meat to stifle his snickers. Now I might actually shank the poor fecker just to put him out of his misery.
|
|
|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 7, 2010 1:43:57 GMT -5
Threepwood got up, casing a glance at Scion.
"Just go remember your briefing sir. Pleasantries are something best saved untill after we're finished being shot at."
With that the monian walked over to a discarded work surface to clean his scoped auto-rifle. After he'd managed to do something about Bevon, maybe it was best to calm down this Lolita before she causes trouble for the other team. Jaythord had seen too many hyped up troopers lose their head in combat, in more ways than one.
You were one once, 15 years ago, remember?
|
|
|
Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 7, 2010 3:30:42 GMT -5
One other reason he hated being in the lower ranks, everyone seemed to call him by his first name, he hated that Karen the name haunted him ever since he was a lad in school. Being an officer entitled you to some respect and or people calling him sir or Bevon. He unstrapped his helmet and reached into his bag he pulled out a peaked hat and placed it firmly on his head, it gave him some comfort reminding him of old times.
He placed the bookmark in and planted the reading material back in his bag he could finish it for the 50th time later anyway. Now he might actually grab a bit to eat. He looked at the fellow members of his team. He did like the chances, he shook his head lightly and sighed, he tried to not make it obvious and thought a roofless penal leader, a pack of killers, a silent marksmen and an old CO subverted due to war crimes. He bit his lip. "Thats enough." He thought he took the old peak cap off and placed it back in his bag and hoped no one saw it. Gave his hellgun a quick polish and checked to see if his concealed refractor field was still working.
He was waiting for a time to move out it won't be long a small conversation would pass the time by. he walked back to the group. "So what you all in for." I don't think the guys will like the sudden intrusion. His head felt naked for a second their he felt up. Frak and he placed is helmet firmly on his head once again.
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Man on Aug 7, 2010 4:27:15 GMT -5
"Ok team 1 form up on me we're preparing to move out."
|
|
|
Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 7, 2010 5:42:45 GMT -5
"yes sir." Bevon listened to his orders and proceeded to the rally point. "Ready to go sir, you can count on me. I won't brake down again. Sir."
|
|
|
Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 7, 2010 13:18:48 GMT -5
Threepwoods gear was all ready, his scout hood was down and all his gear was cleaned and in working order. As he went to assemble around the captain he inclined his head towards Lolita to give her a passing word.
"Just don't get those guys killed okay. I've seen too many troopers get excited and lose their head in combat. Interperet that as you wish. Just stay frosty and for the love of falk don't do something stupid."
|
|
|
Post by Laughing Man on Aug 7, 2010 13:23:11 GMT -5
"Ok team 2 see you in seven days, team 1 it's a 2 hour march to the edge of the mining tunnels. We'll take position and make plans to enter the mines. I've got special gear that i'll issue now"
Lucan pulled out a pack and gave out 3 cloth bags containing a pair of infravision goggles.
|
|