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Post by Walrus on Mar 27, 2012 7:49:24 GMT -5
"This is outrageous!" Walrus cried. "How the blazes did a blaze break out?!" He stopped, and pulled a face. "Excuse the, uh, distasteful use of language. But still, a FIRE?! Outrageous!"
Walrus paced. "Something needs to be done in any case. I approve of Dave's plan. To the armoury?"
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 27, 2012 7:59:43 GMT -5
"Right then... Me and Walrus will head to the Armoury, we'll fetch back some heavy duty weapons to put the hurt down on the fornicateers" He looked at Foster's body bag and sighed "He was a good bloke.... He deserved better than that". He looked at the others in the room. "when I find out who did this, I'll carve your name in their chest buddy, mark my words". He walked over to the Sarge and Rook. He whispered "If I'm not back in 20 minutes.... Tell the tech preist to seal the blast door and cut off the oxygen supply... That way we nail 2 birds with one stone, we find out who's the Bug, and we neautralise him". He exchanged a look with Soap, accknowledging that he was ready to do what he had to be done; before walking out of the room with walrus in tow.
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Post by Rook on Mar 27, 2012 12:09:57 GMT -5
"I smell Promethium. I love the smell of Promethium in the morning."
"Wait a second everyone. Just calm down. Remember that the enemy needs us to be unorganized and chaotic as it only benefits them."
Turning to Soap, "Hey Sarge, I know I checked in last night. What can you tell me about the others?"
Rook pulls his freshly loaded laspistol and recently sharpened knife and puts his back to the wall.
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Post by Wraelis on Mar 27, 2012 13:54:58 GMT -5
Wraelis walks in with a long las slung over his shoulder. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees Foster's body. "What the hell is this? Another one of us dead?" he asks no one in particular.
He walks over to the wall opposite of Rook, eyeing everyone with distrust. "Two life signs ceased, TWO! Who else is one of those freaks now? We've got people going in pairs, in groups to stay alive, but how do we know they aren't all those things?"
He takes a breath to calm himself down, "as much as I hate this, the cogboy's right. If we don't do something all our fancy planning won't do us any good."
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Post by Rook on Mar 27, 2012 14:04:27 GMT -5
"So to the voting?"
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Post by Wraelis on Mar 27, 2012 15:43:48 GMT -5
"I think we have to to survive," Wraelis said eyeing everyone in the room. "If we do nothing then we're all going to end up like Foster"
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Post by Soap on Mar 27, 2012 15:50:57 GMT -5
"Don't any of you leave this room. I had three report in last night, Rook, Dave and Foster. Soap switched aim between the others with his shot gun. "I believe the rest of you are this demon, or are working with it. You will be held responsible for this fire, and ultimately Fosters death". Agitated, Soap grabbed Walrus and pushed him against the wall. "What's wrong with your radio eh? Forgot how to use it? Or where you too busy toasting Foster to give a damn!?"
Soap jammed the shot gun into Walrus neck, aiming up into his head and pushing hard, pinning him to the wall. "you where quick to volunteer to help Dave! Eh! Is he your next target? Take his weapons Rook, Dave cover the others".
Breathing heavily, Soap looked at Rook, and then Dave. "My vote is in. Walrus, your it".
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Post by Rook on Mar 27, 2012 16:48:42 GMT -5
"What makes you think it's him Sarge?" Removing Walrus' equipment.
"Why Walrus?"
Rook steps back to make sure no one is behind him.
"This is a little too hasty. Lets think this out."
"OK, who has access to a flamer? Let's start there...opportunity."
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 27, 2012 16:53:49 GMT -5
Dave drew his Laspistol with haste and aimed it at the remaining members of the group. "So which of you fornicateers killed Foster eh"? "I swear by the Emporer... I'll carve his name into your chest so deep that the next demon to come through to warp is going to think twice". He aimed down his sight, aiming perfectly at Wraelis' left knee cap. "I swear... if any of you take a step, I'll knee cap you and club your skull to the point your screaming for your mother, then slit your throat"! "I say we carve ourselves a Demon up.... My votes on Walrus, with the Sarge...." He made a gesture in respect of the Emporer and then continued on "Purge the unclean... And Walrus.... It looks like youve been swimming in'Nid nuts.... Pop the fornicateer Sarge"! "Oh and Walrus.... Its nothing personal.... Its just my Job as a member of the Imperial guard".
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Post by Rook on Mar 27, 2012 16:58:18 GMT -5
"Calm yourself Dave, we need to think clearly."
"Before we do anything I think we need everyone's input."
Looking at Empyhat and Wraelis; "Votes?"
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Post by Wraelis on Mar 27, 2012 17:32:45 GMT -5
Wraelis was the first to speak up, "I was on watch last night with my long las," he said patting his trusty sniper rifle reassuringly. "I thought they might go for Walrus since he's been the most levelheaded so far. The things want to cause a panic! I didn't even see Walrus leave his quarters! If these things want to start a panic, how could it be Walrus?"
Shaking, Wraelis points a finger at Dave. "What if it was him? I know the armoury is where all the guns are, but wouldn't the thing want to go there to destroy the weapons since it can't use them? It would have an easy time taking down Walrus all on his own and at the same time would rob us of one of the few people I think who've made any sense around here from the very beginning!" Wraelis stammered.
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 27, 2012 17:55:19 GMT -5
"How could it have been me you dim witt.... I was with the Rook and Sarge last night". Dave flew at Wraelis in a beserk rage, hitting him in the face with his Las Pistol's grip before Rook pulled hime back. "Let me at him.... I'll kill all of them, Then we know that ITS dead"! Dave struggled to try and break free from Rooks grip, but ultimatley failed. After he calmed down, Rook threw him to a chair. He slumped his face into his hands and started to cry. "Foster was my friend you animals! He was my friend! I'll kill all of you if I have to.... But I will avenge him"! Dave was building himself up into a frantic state and was becoming very edgey; his skin becoming flushed and sweat developing allover him. "I think your one of them Wraelis.... You have a radio.... but you didn't answer it... To busy having a midnight BBQ on poor old Foster over there?! Or were you too busy cowering in a corner like the pathetic excuse for an imperial citizen you are"? Dave looked at Soap... "Get it done Sarge.... Blow a hole through its head.... Thats one less of those things to worry about". He looked at Wraelis. "Your next buddy.... Mark.... My.... Words.... I have a special Knife for you"
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Post by Wraelis on Mar 27, 2012 18:10:34 GMT -5
Taken aback and catching his breath Wraelis starts talking, staring directly at the ground, unable to look anyone in the eye.
"I... I didn't check in last night. I know how this makes me look." He looks at the body bag holding the remains of Foster. "It's true I was on watch last night, looking out for anything suspicious. But I'm a sorry excuse for an Imperial citizen, eh Dave? I'm not gonna lie, I think you hit that spot on. It's a sorry excuse for a sentry who fails his duty by falling asleep midwatch and failing to report in," Wraelis whispers.
"Did I kill Foster? I might as well have. If I'd still been awake there may have been something I would've seen, could've done to save him," Wraelis looks to the body bag and then to Dave, "But I swear on my soul to the God Emperor that I did not kill Foster." Wraelis finishes, visibly trembling as he stands back up.
"I apologize for accusing you in the heat of moment, but you just called my friend a murderer. That's not something I take lightly," Wraelis says as the tremble begins to leave his voice.
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 27, 2012 18:18:05 GMT -5
"Its fine.... Its a spur of the moment thing.... I dont know whats happening to me... Since this Daemon thing started, I've been so full of rage... Could I? No... I... Could being in the pressence of this thing be corrupting us all? I mean, we are being directly subjected to the taint of this thing"!
A sudden look of realisation sprung onto Dave's face. "Hang the bloody hell on..... there are 6 of us left..... and three of us are 'suspected' Daemons. Rook, Sarge.... There all posessed..... Plan of action"?
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 27, 2012 19:59:15 GMT -5
“You’re... you’re out of control.”
Stammered empty as Dave continued to ramp up the volume. He began to back away from the two groups that were forming near the centre of the room, trying to edge into the corner.
“Something isn’t right here... why was Foster burned, why have the life signs been failing irregularly... things haven’t been working right since the Tech Priest set us off on this yesterday. Is there really some creature after us or is he just playing some sick game to see if we’ll kill each other?”
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Post by The Hawk! on Mar 27, 2012 20:28:05 GMT -5
"Eirher way, one of the finest soldiers i've ever met is now a smouldering cadavre. Dave kept Emptyhat in his sight while raising his las pistol at Wraelis. "I'm sorry but there are only 3 people in this room... One is me, ones the sarge... And the other isn't you". Dave was obviously loosing his sanity at loosing Foster'but in sutch grim times... Was sanity a nesecity
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 27, 2012 20:40:54 GMT -5
“No... no that isn’t true.”
empty gulped slightly as Dave levelled his pistol on one of their comrades. He inched his hand down to his own pistol but his fingers refused to grip the handle and his hand shied away again.
“ Something else is going on here. It... it’s too neat that there would be three people and three creatures.”
He tried to catch Dave’s eyes as they flicked about over those he thought had turned on him. Suddenly they locked with his own, a smouldering rage burning behind them. Something seemed very wrong with his teammate and empty was forced to look down quickly.
“If we don’t calm down we’re going to start killing each other. ... Sergeant, this doesn’t make sense.”
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 27, 2012 20:52:37 GMT -5
Gangius's binary translator screamed obscenities in zeros and ones. He racked his fist down hard on a nearby table all the while as his spider like tendrils assessed the damage. His back mounted servo arm extended outwards as the techpriest settled himself.
"You ... dare ... accuse ... me ... of ... such ... blasphemies ... I ... might ... have ... the ... right ... mind ... to ... turn ... off ... the ... bases ... oxygen ... heating ... and ... gravity." He took a long and steady breath all the while his re-breather wheezed as he inhaled. He looked over the group with his still organic eyes. "I ... am ... sorry ... my ... friends ... but ... I ... am ... the ... caretaker ... and ... a ... researcher ... here ... nothing ... more."
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 27, 2012 21:07:54 GMT -5
As the Tech Priest’s fist came down with a giant crack empty jumped backwards in fright smacking into the wall behind him. His hand came dangerously close to accidentally firing a las bolt into the floor and his head rapped against one of the gothic torches that provided a fluorescent light for the room; it flickered slightly at the impact.
“I... maybe”
He stammered, seemingly dazed.
“But if that is true, why can’t you tell us who got into the armoury... and why did you give me this faulty fracking radio!”
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 27, 2012 21:21:56 GMT -5
"You ... all ... had ... access ... to ... the ... base ... armory ... I ... have ... security ... footage ... of ... someone ... liberating ... equipment ... but ... they ... were ... smart ... they ... more ... a ... face ... mask ... then ... covered ... the ... lenses." He pulled out a chair and dropped himself onto it as he let his servo arm relax and fold in. "As ... for ... your ... radio ... that ... is ... not ... my ... position ... to ... look ... after ... personal ... equipment ... you ... are ... certainly ... lucky ... there ... is ... no ... commissar ... stationed ... here ... or ... he ... would ... have ... you ... punished."
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 27, 2012 21:32:05 GMT -5
“Ssomebody broke it. It isn’t my fault. I just discovered it last night. The Sergeant’s voice came through but I couldn’t speak back.”
empty seemed less focused, and he rubbed his head. His legs slowly gave causing him to sink to a sitting position down on the floor.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Mar 28, 2012 3:33:32 GMT -5
The techpriest scratched his rebreather with his right hand as he sat attempting to keep control of the group. "As ... I ... understand ... it ... we ... currently ... have ... two ... votes ... for ... Walrus ... does ... anybody ... else ... want ... to ... put ... forward ... a ... vote?"
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Post by Rook on Mar 28, 2012 3:55:25 GMT -5
"Show me your radio Emptyhat. We are at a level of trust here. Share with us and you may see the Sun come up tomorrow."
Turning to Dave, "you need to seriously relax. Nothing will get to you while I still draw breath brother."
"I refuse to vote on killing a member of the team. It could just as easily be me next time and that thought urinate me off."
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Post by Soap on Mar 28, 2012 6:58:10 GMT -5
Soap never moved the whole time as each member protested his innocents. His finger rested on the trigger, and his stance was braced for the kick of the weapon. Under his breath, he cursed thad position he was in.
"All I know is the three that did not respond to the comm check last night are suspects. Walrus was the first to make am open attempt to segregate one of us from thoughs that did respond, so I have no choice other than to take action".
A bead of sweat ran down his face. "Rooks right Dave, you gotta keep a cool head".
Taking a breath Soap finally added, "Rook, you need to cast a vote, it could be you, Dave, or myself lined up next to foster if you don't. Make your vote, and we will see this through together".
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Post by emptyhat on Mar 28, 2012 8:01:53 GMT -5
Thanks to Rooks words thee situation seemed to be calming down again. Still a little dazed emptyhat walked over to him slowly and fished out his radio.
“H..here”
He said, handing over the damaged comm.
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