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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 17, 2007 12:08:30 GMT -5
Taking another sip of his caffeine Aki looked at the still silent Captain-Commissar. "So what is it Captain-Commissar? I guess you had your reasons to get me to another mission after I just returned from a mission this morning."
Live with the Regarian Special Forces wasn't easy, but at least had some job and he was somehow glad that he finally got away from Elyria, the Chaos scum, and those strange albino troopers.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 17, 2007 13:46:54 GMT -5
Drang looked at the latest trooper to join the breifing. It seemed that no-one could be on time in this damn place. Then he noticed something strangely familiar about both the trooper stance and his uniform. 'Regarian Special Forces?' He asked of the new arrival.
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 17, 2007 14:11:06 GMT -5
Suddenly one of the others directed a question to Aki: "Regarian Special Forces?" Aki was close to spitting his caffeine back in the cup or on the floor. Normally nobody knew about the Special Forces since they were in combat zone before everything started and would leave back to their mission HQ before the main force would start their attack. So normally the only thing left behind were some ruins, corpses, and a mess of paperwork for the next commanding officer who would enter that place. But that guy seemed like he had worked with the Special Forces at least once.
Static gave a slight nod to the other trooper while he continued drinking and fighting the worst case scenario: dozing off again...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 17, 2007 15:21:28 GMT -5
"Regarian special whats?" Falcon asked. "And yes I would like to know what we are fighting?" "if its orks or bugs I can show you a 1-2 on that."
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 17, 2007 16:16:20 GMT -5
Colonel Commissar Azalar was begging to grow impatient with the fact that the Captain Commissar was above him on this one.
"Bloody High Command my backside" he thought.
"Well Commissar, I think I speak for all the troopers in here, when I ask what the fething heck we are fighting"
"Feth, " he thought "another damn thing I got off them Tanith" he thouhgt, Regretting even having fought beside them.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 18, 2007 4:42:04 GMT -5
I calmly walk to the front of the breathing room and activate a large holo pict showing the planet hexor8 "this is hexor8" I zoom in on a single hive on the surface "it’s a manufacturium planet and has recently started to show worrying scenarios. In the under ground lower habs lintier neighborhoods have diapered....... and more and more of its citizens are not turning up to shifts in the factories.... or to church to worship the divine emperor......" I let the holo pict zooms to the wall and the lower levels splitting the displays on to areas. "these are to points of interest.....the hive will be put into lockdown so we will hold that....... but we need to investigate the lower levels.... that seams to be where the trouble is stirring..." I pull the pict caster out so its showing the whole hive "to fortify the hive hydra anti air emplacements will be placed on the rooftops of all building with one squad to one gun and automated twin linked heavy bolters will be placed on every porch of the mine hive spire...... but you here are now my command squad...... consider your self’s now at least of the rank staff sergeant if you are not of the rank or higher already.” I throw a handful of rank pins on the table “take them if you need the promotion…… you now only report to me and me alone…… your original regiments have already been informed of your transfers to my command…… you now have a hour to your self’s then we meat in hanger 4 for drop”
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 18, 2007 5:37:34 GMT -5
The Colonel Commissar watched the display.
"2 Commissar in the same command squad? Would it not be easier to split me off, give me an elite squad, and let me go in a diffrent area, and him over there" signaling towards Aki "let him go through Scouts and pick 9 of them, send them in. It makes sense Captain" the word "Captain" stung in his mouth.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 18, 2007 7:44:04 GMT -5
wow,this is wierd?!Falcon thought to himslef as he camly picked up a rank pin. Staff Seargent.,What? Thats a big jump for a Corporal. Falcon salutes and begins to walk back to his quarters.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 18, 2007 7:55:40 GMT -5
Colnol can I plz have a word with you..... in privet" critchleys voice was harsh and direct as he grabed azlar by the scruff of his storm coat dragging him out into a small side room "did you suddenley ghet put in charge of this operation whilst I was not looking or something" I stare at him looking down at him as I clenched my fist threaterningley around the grip on the storm coat "becouse if iam not mistaken you just questioned my orders infront of my men" I smak him over the side of the head heaviley knocking his hat off as I point a fingure in his face "You question me agine and I will see to it you dont even have a privet first class rank pin... you get me you will be scrubing tolets in a slaves quaters I will see you down so far....... get out my sight" I shove him aginst the wall aggresivley throwing him to the ground as I wak of to find static "static front and center on me now" my voice is cailmer and more unjder control now as I walk back into the briefing room to talk to the new staff sargent's
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 18, 2007 12:21:46 GMT -5
Drand smiled to himself as he heard the Colonel Commissar hit the wall. It seemed only a small bump to the others in the room, but Drang's life had been saved by far smaller sounds, in one case the displacement of the air as a Renegade marine had leapt through the air above him utterly silentl.
Critchley seemed to be reacting very poorly to the inferred slight to his command ability, which was generally the sign of an extremely competent commander or an(more commonly) utterly inferior one. As Critchley entered the room, Drang decided to pose the same question as his less fortunate counterpart. 'Captain, I will not mince words with you. The Colonel is right, you do not need the both of you in a squad, and frankly the chances are one of you will only kill the other beforehand. The Regarians are the best guys for this kind of work I've ever worked with outside of my old unit.' Seeing Critchley's response to this, Drang grinned and gripped the Captains shoulder, pulling himself close in to the man until his mouth was level with the mans ear.Speaking softly only the two of them could hear 'And if you try anything like that little have-a-go with Azalar on me or any of my men", letting the man know he had heard him strike a fellow officer "then I'll kill you, you understand" he concluded quietly, leaving the man startled as Drang retook his seat in the dark corner.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 18, 2007 13:30:38 GMT -5
Critchley grabs drang in a vice head lock twisting him untill his neck was almost snaped like a tooth pick as he kicked the troops legs from under him and a power sword was aginst drang's throat his thumb just over the activation rune that would burn the mercs skin away insecounds. "threaten me agin merc and you lose your profit.... aswell as your life....... you get me I have my reasons for wanting azlare in this squad.... I do not want any one questioning my orders do you get me...... Do you get me" critchley tightend his titen grip on the man making sure the merc knew not to tryu and be a heard guy agine and to buck up and act like I had paid him to act "I did not pay for your brains... I payed you for your strength and prowes on the battle... now do we see eye to eye... and I exspect the next words out of your mouth to be yes sir"
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 18, 2007 15:29:18 GMT -5
In hearing the small fights in the breifing hall on his way out Falcon was startled to see the Captain on top of the merc,aswell as seeing the captian beat the living daylights out of the Col. Now worried he headed back to his quarters after stoping at the mess.
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 18, 2007 16:12:41 GMT -5
Aki left the briefing hall behind ignoring the struggles of the command and one of the other troopers.
"This will be a hell of a job. Those guys don't even know how to behave on commando missions.." he said to himself silently while heading to the mess to get some more caffeine and after that to the armoury to get the equipment he'd need.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 18, 2007 16:20:55 GMT -5
Falconsaw as the other one,Aki he thought, got even more caffein. "So aki is it? What do you think of all this? What do you think this is all about?"
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 18, 2007 17:05:11 GMT -5
Aki looked up while taking another sip. "Yes." He wasn't really in the mood to talk right now, not after seeing what kind of unprofessionals would be leading this operation and what kind of scum he'd have to work with. It wasn't that most of the Regarians were any better than those, but at least the Regarians respected the Chain of Command and wouldn't start fighting over little things. "Does it really matter what I think? I don't think so. I'll just prepare for a city fight and hope that I'll survive this mission. And perhaps, just perhaps I'll return to this ship in one piece like I'm right now. And if I may give you an advice. Take along some frag grenades they could be really useful. I'll be in the armoury getting my equipment now..." Saying this in a really cold manor Aki stood up placed the cup on a tray and headed towards the armoury...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 18, 2007 21:53:55 GMT -5
OK,that was wierd. Guess I decided to ask questions to the wrong guys. Nothin like good ole hospitality eh? Falcon makes mental not:frag Grenades......."
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 19, 2007 3:28:54 GMT -5
Azalar sood and left the breifing chamber, to go find some Caffine.
He stepped into the mess hall, and took a cup of caffine, sitting down at a table and drinking it.
Damn amature, does a few covert missions and thinks he knows it all, he needs to spend some time with a Stealth Army, someone should assign him to the Tanith, they'd eat him alive he thought.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 19, 2007 3:33:58 GMT -5
critchley heads to the armory still trying to get in touch with static as he headed to the armoury he was still fuming over how stupid that merc and colnol had been they had really made his blood boil.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 19, 2007 11:15:03 GMT -5
Drang chuckled quietly to himself as he paced behind his way to his quarters. As he had expected, Critchley was overeacting to all perceived slights to his authority . Still, he had to admire the man. Very few men would think of tangling with a seven foot behemoth, especialy when they knew exactly of his past and his expertise. It had taken Drang a great deal of self control not to kill the impetuous little man, a feat which from a man who had killed Lictors barehand would have taken about 2 seconds.
And Critchley knew this, but had still asserted his authority with threats he knew he could not carry out, trusting his life to luck, judgement and Drang's infamously fickle temper. Drang laughed, a sound which boomingly echoed through the deserted corridor, causing the naval petty officer at the end to turn his gaze toward Drang,a dissapproving scowl on his face. Despite himself, Drang was beginning to like the good Commissar-Captain simply for his sheer arrogant bravado and style .
Turning into his own cramped quarters, he noticed a naval ensign going through his combat chest. Drang did not question exactly why the Imperial Navy should concern itself about a chest containing nothing but a few thousand rounds of various solid-slug ammunition components, a few power-weapon cells, spare weapons, clothing and miscallaneous trophies and bits.
Instead, he gripped the man firmly around the waist and neck and threw him out into the narrow corridor, crashing against the bulkhead with a dull 'thud' and an explosion of expelled air. It was only when the ensign raised his head, blood trickling from a scalp cut, that Drang realised he, was in fact a woman. A rather attractive one at that, despite the scrapes to her face and shoulders from which blood was oozing.
Despite his previous intention to hospitalise the misfortunate interloper, Drang felt a wave of shame and guilt sweep up from his innards. He was a man of few personal morals, but his one personal rule was that he never, unless she was a direct threat to him, struck or harmed a woman. Never mind that some of the finest soldiers he had served with had been women. Never mind that someof his deadliest enemies had been female too. it was one of the few vestigial remmnants of the human being he had once been, and now that too was gone.
His victim (as he now thought of her) scrabbled to her feet, a mixture of shock and worry (though no fear, thought Dranf through his misery) in her eyes. Nervously, as one might attempt to calm a caged animal, she held out her hand, palm-upward. Drang, sunk in his misery, didn't see this till he focused on the small, metal object she was holding. A power cell. To be precise, his power cell from his sea-chest. The realisation slowly dawned on him. 'Sir, please, I'm sorry, it's-' she began. 'You need it for sparring practice, yes?' 'Yessir.'She paused.' Sir, how do you-' 'I'm not a psyker, so don't worry. I've just..... 'Drang trailed off. 'I've been around for a while. Keep it, I've got plenty.' Another awkward silence, broken by the discordant buzz on Drang's communicator. 'Ten minutes Drang' came Critchley's familiar tone. Drang cursed and turned away from the shocked ensign, who took the oppurtunity to run from both the prospect of either arrest for theft or worse. Drang swore as he checked his stuff. He had miscalculated, he only had three charges left for his maul, not counting the one that the girl had taken by way of apology, deciding he would have to conserve them for critical moments. He sighed, cursing as he did his own stupid sense of personal honour. He picked up his heavy stubber, placing the suspensor strap and ammo belt around his shoulders, checked the snub meltagun in its two-and-a-half foot calf holster, five canisters left, plenty for now. He checked the demolition charge hanging from his belt hook, ensuring that the arming clip was still in his left inside pocket of his greatcoat. He checked the two poisoned knives, one at his left boot and one in a forearm holster. He loaded a fresh clip into his autopistol, and slid the deadweight inside the handle of his maul to preseve its balance, and finally, the cutthroat razor into the lining of his coat sleeves.
Drang left the room, calm as ever and grinning like a psychotic wolverine, padded like a panther down toward the drop bays.....
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 19, 2007 12:09:31 GMT -5
Falcon walked silently to the armoury and Picked up his gear. Regular kit except the addition of an autogun. 300 Rounds of ammo for the Autogun......8 spare charge packs for the lasgun and remeber grenades....took 4 Frags and 1 Krak. Critchley buzzred through his headset,"7 Minutes". 'Guess its time to leave."
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 19, 2007 13:46:25 GMT -5
Aki finally arrived at the armoury and decided to choose his gear for close quarter combat in urban envoirment. An semi-automatic combat shotgun, Cadia-pattern. His old and trusted revolver. A combat knife. 10 spare magazines at 12 shots for the shotgun and 5 reserve rounds for the revolver. To that 1 meltabomb, 4 fragmentation grenades, standard water-canteen. And a long-range vox for commando missions and last but not least a short range lifeform and explosives scanner. Together with his personally modified lightweight armour all that stuff would weigh around 30 kilos, but since it was his standard equipment he was already used to it.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 19, 2007 17:31:25 GMT -5
Critchley walked behind static silentley considering his size as he sliped a colnol rank pine into the mans pocket as he whisperd in his ear "your 2IC of the squad dont tell them about your rank untill the right time" I look around smirking as none of the others had seen it as I walked back out my bolter hanging lousley by my side and a hellgun acros my back with a power sword sefley holsterd at my hip that was exspertley hiden by my storm coat as I got to the drop ship making sdure I was the first there to lead by exsample as I cheaked my weapons clearing them for the drop knowing that the other regiments were already set up down on the planet and that we had total control..... of the ground and uper levels and the spire at least.......... but the under ground was still un maped and a report that a scout squad had gone missing had been relayed. critchley watied for the others a dangerouse cailm on his face as he wated a strap of 6 frag grandes over his cheast as well as his webbing that housed his spare bolt rounds and power packs.
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 20, 2007 5:44:10 GMT -5
Aki was a bit confused now. He expected a lot to happen, but this was something he didn't expect at all. After preparing all his equipment he headed to the hangar bay the squad wanted to meet.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 20, 2007 7:07:49 GMT -5
Drang sat hunkered down against a bulkhead, watching from the shadow as the dropships were being loaded up by the huge powerlifter sentinels. His cigar still puffed a orange glow around him as the navy techs went about their business, directing the loaders with hand gestures and intercom work due to the piercing whine of the idling engines.
Drang felt as if the noise was boring straight into his brain, rupturing the nodules and blood vessels in his skull with excruicating precision because of his amplified hearing, and he desperately wished they could be off, but with a few of the squad still missing they would have to wait before they could embark upon Critchley's personal dropship. Again, he checked his kit, modified infantry stubber, snub-nosed meltagun, autopistol, maul, demo charge, knives, razor and lastly four plifered incediaery grenades from the armoury the armoured plates at his forearms, shins, torso, abdomen and groin all settled well against his body, and he was ready to be off.
Resigned to the long wait however, he put his head back against the bulkhead, closed his eyes and tried to catch some sleep (A trick he'd learnt from the infamous long service Drookian 33rd).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2007 11:09:06 GMT -5
Arcangel, uncaringly walked over to the armoury after having seen the grudge between such high ranking officials. He stood tall, his mind blazing. To believe that those guys were what we guardsmen call the imperium's finest!? Bleh, bullocks, bunch of no good snobs who think that the chain of command can simply be re-written with the breath of a word? Bullocks, they can never do their jobs properly, its why every engagement we have always ends in a death toll ranging in the hundreds of thousands.
He swiped the card and the two metallic doors of the armoury swung open. It took him a while to find what he was looking for, massive row upon row of lasgun and autoguns, ment nothing to him. he turned into the last row to find the special weapons section. He stood opposite one and picked it up. A grenade launcher, short patterned with adjustable folding stock, 8 round canister and adjustable rear iron site, man it looked good.
Arcangel glanced at his watch, knowing that he was late, being the lsat one out of the meeting hall, finding the blasted armoury and what not. the grenade was already fully loaded, he packed 2 more canisters and starpped them around his waist. A belt chain hung from a peg and he took it, wrapping it across his left shoulder down to his right waist. The rack of combat knives lay open as he saw the remnants of earlier pickings. He took one, and strapped it on the left side of his combat boot. One final thing he thought, and quickly found a bag, which would have normally contained a vox. He hopped over to the grenade box.....empty....damn, he shoved it aside and opened up another box and chucked the lot into the bag. 8 frags it must have been, arcangel didn't notice. The bag wasnt full...he took the remainding krak grenades from the already opened box and piled it in.
Satisfied, arcangel slung the back pack on his back, holstered his grenade launcher and headed off to the hangar.
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