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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 5, 2009 13:25:25 GMT -5
At this point, Lucan fell over from trying to contain his laughter, raucous, mocking peals of hillarity ringing over the landing pad as he laughed, quite openly, at the situation. Along with him, his men burst into a capchocany of mocking, sniggering and open, whooping laughter.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 5, 2009 14:45:49 GMT -5
After Listening to the ork's introduction, all the men responded ¨SIR,YES SIR!¨ and breaking into thier squads to hurry with the deployment, walking through the mass teleporter to bring out the individual parts that made up the only real artillary piece that the Outcasts had brought with them.
As the components came through the teleporter, 'Colonel Majune' walked over to where Luncan and his men were laughing themselves to death. Ignoring the jibbs from the individual men, Clone Two walked up to Van Dremmond and proceeded to ask him the location of the artillary pieces.
¨Van, I managed to 'borrow' an artillary cannon from our tau hosts. Where may I assemble it?¨
Meanwhile, the Engineers finished unpacking the last of the supplies and had moved on to the munitions crates, carrying them off the platform and moving them towards thier makeshift camp, well away from the Tech-priests' bunker.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 5, 2009 15:08:12 GMT -5
"You mean a Long Gun, or a static piece? If it's the former, just set it up where you like. We're leaving here as soon as we all sort out our arses from our elbows, so it'll move shortly anyway. If it's static, leave it packed for now. How mobile are your troops, by the way? We can probably scrounge up some Cargo 8's for them if you need rides."
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Dunbar dismounted from Lifeguard, and ran his hand fondly across the tank's armoured flank. He had aced two more looted tanks during the final stages of the battle, and had pin pointed several walkers and block houses. The tank had done well.
He touched his commbead. "If the Tech priestess and commander of the Sororitas detachments could join me by the starport for a minute, I would be much obliged."
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 5, 2009 15:30:29 GMT -5
¨The cannon's Long gun,but it's too slow so we'll keep it packed. As for mobility, we are pretty slow, we can jump across short distances, but we have no trasports, besides the mass teleporter. The thing can jump short to medium distances, but it has to recharge it's capacitor afterwards, leaving it exposed. The troop's version of the teleporters allow us to jump about a kilometer with a becon, maybe half a kilometer...but it's only accurate for less than that.
I believe that the assistance could help us keep up...¨
Turning back to his troops, he begun conversing with the Kommissar about the planet and the other commanders, especially Lucan and his men, who seemed to have burst into another round of mockery as he saluted the ork.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 5, 2009 15:49:07 GMT -5
While both women were in power armor, they could not have been more different. The Sororitas armor was heavilly decorated, and almost slender-- although no less effective than the Techpriestess' somewhat bulky armor-- bulky in order to withstand the weight and strain of the mechandrites and various other implants sticking out of her.
The Sororitas showed up first, taking her helmet off and shaking her golden blonde hair free... piercing ice-blue eyes looking at Dunbar as if she were somehow a conduit for the Emperor Himself to judge Dunbar's very soul. "The sewers appear to be clear... however, our auspices still get strange readings down there, of things which aren't there. I defer to you on our next deployment-- the Sororitas are resupplied and ready to go at a moment's notice."
The Techpriestess came soon after, quite annoyed but reporting promptly regardless. "I swear, your greenie meatbag crew members are more trouble than they're worth... at least your veterans seem to know a battlecannon from a lasgun, or I'd have had to get that Ork to execute some of them. All replacement parts have been assigne and rituals of repair are underway. Unfortunately, about half a dozen tanks were unable to be salvaged... although the Administratum personnel are being, well, Administratum personnel in getting replacement tanks and parts..."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 5, 2009 16:19:12 GMT -5
Even though neither woman was technically part of the Imperial Guard, Dunbar still gave them both a salute as they greeted him. He addressed the Tech Priest first. "We have to pool crews from the stricken tanks anyway to help replace losses in the salvageable tanks, so I'll request replacements once we have the final word on how many crews we have. I appreciate your assistance so far, but I'm afraid I have another favor to ask of you. Is there any chance you could provide us smoke generators? I would prefer it if they were portable enough to fit in the back of a Cargo 8."
He then turned to the Palatine "Ma'am, I was informed that you had a Convent in Factory City 3. We'll be hitting that next, so any information you can tell me that may help our attack would be much appreciated."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 5, 2009 16:29:04 GMT -5
"A simple tech. Hrm... I think I can see where you're going with it. Very well. Here is the simplest design, your Guardsmen should be able to create it with spare parts and materials laying around in town. Have them approach one of the lesser techpriests to get it blessed-- this sort of machine is beneath my status, and I am needed in more serious matters." She produced a dataslate, and attatched one of her mechandrites to it, then handed it to Dunbar... as the mechandrite detatched, an image of a backpack-portable (and therefor sentinel or tank-portable) device was shown. The dataslate was a simple device, intended for reading only-- it had a previous/next page button at the bottom and a dataport at the top, and then a simple durable screen, and that was it. "I will want this dataslate back before you march, so that I might cleanse it and reprogram it for its next use. That is the simplest and easiest to make device, and any Guardsman with mechanical aptitude and a standard set of tools should be able to manage it."
"Hrm. It was the site of the primary power supply for the planet, a huge power plant which you can see from the slums at the city limits. I think the Orks still have it running. The Mechanicus personel had maintenance tunnels reaching under the city towards the power plant, although they would be slighted if they heard me refer to them as that..." Her face looked somewhat amused at that. But then, the Mechanicus personel did not often get alogn with members of the Ecclesiarchy even in the best of times...
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 5, 2009 18:10:31 GMT -5
"Ah, Techpriest-ess" Lucan said, addressing the power-armoured woman with the same easy tone as he used with everyone. "If you've got a minute, I'd ask you look over our Vultures. The barrels are getting fairly worn on the Punishers, and while Engineering swear they're up to basic maintenance work, I would not wish to risk offending the machine spirit of so sublime an avatar of His Vengeance. "
"'Lo, Dubar, how'd the assault go? Sorry I couldn't lend a hand, but I really didn't want to risk our not taking this place."
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Meanwhile, Lucan's men had finished dissembling the remnants of what had previously been the Port Captain's residence, stripping the barrack-rooms clear of everything of any value. Out in the residential area so recently scorched by their passage, a few more adventurous bands hunted through deserted residences, picking over the meagre possessions of the human survivors.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 5, 2009 19:22:30 GMT -5
"We bashed their fool heads in, and I'm looking to do it again ASAP at Factory City 3." he said to Lucan. Turning back to the Palatine, he said "Ma'am, we'll need to capture that power plant, and if we can go through the sewers, so much the better." He nodded to the Tech Priestess. "Thank you for the help. I'll have my men rig generators up as soon as we can. I'm sure in the mean time, Captain Lucan's gunships could use-"
His commbead crackled, and Dunbar's expression turned sour. "Excuse me, it seems we have an issue." He glanced over his shoulder, and spied McVane's Salamander. "McVane, on your toes. I've got an errand to run!"
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Post by Melissia on Aug 5, 2009 19:58:22 GMT -5
"Quite right. Especially since the Machine Spirit might suddenly explode in anger and send you crashing to the ground should it be angered so. Come then-- your presence will make the soldiers take this inspection far more seriously, and they will not get in my way." Although it was doubtful that anyone really could get in her way if she wanted to get them out of the way, looking at the various mechandrites sticking out of her servo-harness...
After hearing that order shouted to McVane, the woman blinked a few times, waking up from her quick nap with only slight grogginess. "Wait, what? Where are we going? Thought the last of the Orks had been cleared out?"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 5, 2009 20:15:41 GMT -5
Dunbar climbed aboard the Salamander. "It seems Lt. Ketterman has caught some looters, and wishes for us to deal with them." His expression hinted there was more to it then that, but that was all he offered in the way of explanation "Ketterman is waiting for us at intersection 21/C. let's go."
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Morain, who was conversing with Van Owen, noticed the figure in power armour out of the corner of his eye. "Well, I'll be damned. Hold on a minute, Alec." He strolled over to the Palatine, and snapped off a salute so sharp it was surprising it didn't cut the top of his head off. "Glad to see you made it out, Ma'am. Didn't hear you call for a quick exit during the battle, so I was wondering how it went downstairs."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 5, 2009 20:46:39 GMT -5
"From what I hear, you saw far, far more action than I. Aside from a few roving squads and some mobs of the smaller greenskins, we saw almost no action." She didn't mention the berth of contacts that weren't real at all... that was for far wiser minds than Morain's.
"Ork or human? I want to know wether I'll have to gut them or shoot them..." She seemed quite serious, as she put her bayonet onto her lasgun immediently after taht.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 5, 2009 21:45:40 GMT -5
Morain grinned. "We blasted their green arses back to hell. With the grace of the Emperor guiding our shells, of course" he added as an afterthought. "So you swept the place clean? Van Owen and I were talking about pumping the sewer full of Promethium and tossing in a match, but if you say it's clear..." His cocky demeanor was gone, replaced with a slightly unnerving intensity.
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"Human" said Dunbar curtly. For the rest of the trip, he said nothing, sitting on the Salamander's tailgate and brooding.
Several minutes later, the Salamander arrived at the intersection. Dunbar stepped off the tank and surveyed the scene. Lt. Ketterman was standing in front of a group of Grendel Troopers, most of who were Shirabans folded in from the Recon Company. In front of them, sat a pair of Guardsmen. Their faces were bruised and beaten, and their bloody uniforms identified them as part of Lucan's company.
"Sire" Ketterman saluted "Found these b*stards looting the houses. Should we turn them over to the Commissars?"
"We'll see" Dunbar brushed past him and towered over the two trooper. "What do have to say for yourselves." One of the troopers mumbled something. "What? What was that? Speak up, damn you!" One of the Shirabans smirked. "I doubt they'll answer you sir. Their jaws are broken." Dunbar shoot the trooper a look that made the man flinch, then turned back to Ketterman. "Lieutenant, a word?"
He guided Ketterman over to near where the Salamander was idling. "I know this is a war for your home, and I know you're emotions are strained, but I will not tolerate you beating Guardsmen, no matter what. Understood?" Ketterman laughed in disbelief. "These little sh*ts break into the homes of the dead, steal whatever they can find, and you stand up for them? You can't be serious!" "I am, Lieutenant. I don't care what they did. I will not have the men under my command beating other troopers. Understood?"
Ketterman mouthed wordlessly for a second, then spoke. "With all due respect, sir, these gutless worms are looting the homes of people who the Orks murdered. They're tearing this place apart, even after we recaptured it, sir. These sniveling little sh*ts don't even deserve to be Guardsmen, sir. Do you expect me to watch my planet, my home, be burned to the ground by this war, and then just stand by as these b*stards pillage what little is left behind? I think, sir, you don't have any damn right to tell me to what to do here!"
Dunbar sighed, un-holstered his Pistol, and smashed Ketterman across the face with the butt, knocking him to the ground. "I think I have every right to do that, trooper. I think that if you want this sand trap you call home back, we have to work with the other regiments, no matter what their moral character is. So you can beat and bruise this scum, hell, you can shoot them, and then watch as your Planet burns because we were too busy fighting each other instead of the Greenies, or you can shut the hell up, take it like a man, and get on with liberating your home."
"Guardsman Telena, front and center!" he shouted over his shoulder.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 6, 2009 1:47:04 GMT -5
Telena vaulted over the side of the salamander as if she's done this a thousand times before, gun in her left hand ready to either fire, stab, or both.
She probably wante dto do both, but she instead gave a rather unnerving glare, made somehow even worse given her Blank affliction-- something felt... wrong about her, which made the unhidden anger on her face even more potent.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 6, 2009 2:12:13 GMT -5
"At ease." Dunbar took the lasgun from her, and handed it to Ketterman.
"Today, you get to learn an important lesson in the Imperial Guard. As I'm sure you heard, these two scum buckets were looting houses, taking whatever they could steal from the dead Hivers. Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You can either shoot them dead here, punish them for their crimes against your planet and your people, and quench your thirst for revenge. However, if you do it, you may sow a divide in the Imperial Crusade to liberate this world, causing it to slip from our grasp."
"Option two is to let these men live, turn them over to Lucan for punishment, and trust that he'll do the right thing. You may not get the justice you want, but it will ensure that our fight is a united one against the Orks, and we'll be able to liberate this planet, once and for all."
He drew his service pistol. It was a large Stub Automatic, with the symbol of the 281st emblazoned on barrel. He extended it, stock first, toward her. "So, you can choose. Kill them now, and risk losing this world, or let them live, and possibly escape punishment, but see your world free."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 6, 2009 2:48:08 GMT -5
Making a "tch" sound, and turns to climb back into the salamander. "As much as I'd love to tear you two a few new arseholes each,... sure as a psyker is nuts, I'm not going to falter in my duty. If the colonel thinks they should be allowed to live, then I'll defer to him." She didn't seem to like it-- and somehow, her Blank aura was even stronger than before now, although it could just be because of the bad emotions flowing about from both her and Ketterman-- but she was loyal, honest, and dutiful, as an Imperial citizen should be. "Ain't gonna let a couple criminal frakheads get in the way of doing my job..." she muttered, angrilly, despite fuming with rage.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 6, 2009 3:03:30 GMT -5
"Guardsman Telena, you forgot something." Dunbar took her lasgun from Ketterman, who looked sourly disappointed, and handed it to her. "Now, you and McVane go find Van and keep him company for a bit." He turned back to the group of troopers. "Now, she may not have just made the choice she wanted to, but she made the right one. You could all learn a thing or two from her. Ketterman, you are to personally escort these gentlemen to Captain Lucan, give him my regards, and remind him that looting from civilians, even dead ones, is punishable by death."
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The Salamander sped through the streets toward the airfield, McVane standing silently behind the Autocannon. Suddenly, he spoke. "I know that wasn't easy." he said, without turning. "You did the right thing though. And I'm proud of you. Don't know if that means anything to you or not, but there it is." A few moments of silence passed, and he began to hum "Bring my body back to Terra" softly to himself.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 6, 2009 3:25:56 GMT -5
"We did several sweeps of the sewers... cleansing it with flame where need be. Even our auspices changed back to normal after the Orks retreated from the city, and our readings began to normalize. The techpriest who examined my own stated it was a strange malfunction due to the nature of the sewers..." She sounded unconvinced, but shook her head. "Regardless, we searched every inch of the sewers. Anywhere that anything so small as a grot could get into was purified with blessed promethium, and I can assure you that aside from an unseemly infestation of vermin, there is nothing down there worth looking at anymore."
"Well... the clerics always said that doin' the right thing wasn't always doin' the easiest thing... I hope we find some Orks soon... I want to tear something apart right now..." She looked out towards the hive city, instinctively knowing where it is. That city being her home after all. "Course... it's the first of many sacrifices. 'Fraid I won't have much to come back to by the time this war is over anyway, what with all the Orks mucking things up..."
There was a strange wind in the air, and the sensation of hairs standing up on McVane's neck, but the moment she spoke again it vanished, as if whatever strange forces were at work were frightened of her presence. "I wonder if I can find some iced tea... been rather oppressively humid today... rather out of season...."
Despite her words, though, she was a desert dweller and thus was barely breaking a sweat from the sweltering heat and stifling humidity. And throughout the city that same strange wind blew, an uncomfortably warm wind that seemed to set hairs on end as it passed by, before it vanished as if it never happened in the first place.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 6, 2009 10:46:21 GMT -5
"Thank you Ma'am. I.. I, uh, lost a lot of friends to sewer rats at the Gate, and I don't want it to happen again. Your word was all I needed." some of his swagger was returning now. He tossed off another salute. "Thanks again. Give me a ring if you ever need something dead." he strolled back over to Van Owen.
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McVane, uneasy all of a sudden, forced a laugh. "Iced tea? In a warzone? Sorry kid, I don't think so, but feel free to have a drink of water." He passed her his canteen. "Hey, you ever hear a song called "My Darling Mina? No? I'll teach it to you."
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"All commanders, this is Lifeguard. We're moving out in 24 hours. Over and out."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 6, 2009 12:20:59 GMT -5
"Damnitall, the Shiraban Guard must be slackin' off then. Sure as Valhallans like Tanna, we have our own brew specifically for those hot summer evenings that just won't cool down properly..." she also seemed to laugh a bit, and shook her head, accepting the canteen and drinking a mouthful before handing it back.
As one of the least military transports landed, a young Shiraban officer reported to Dunbar. "Sir, 474th Shibaran Recon Regiment, reporting!" The officer snapped a smart salute, and looked like he at least had some clue how to do his job.
Behind the captain, a small and light regiment of sentinels and armored fist squads rolled out of their transports. They were the only reinforcements provided that had any combat experience, and that was against the Orks as they fought a vicious rear-guard campaign to assist the evacuation of this very planet, something they did with remarkable skill considering they were completely green before this action.
And they've been smarting for a chance to get back into the fight. "It's good to be back on planet. Time we kicked THEM off, Sir!"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 6, 2009 16:45:55 GMT -5
"Thanks for that, Techpriestess" said Lucan, as the last replacement barrel on the Punisher Gatling cannons. "And I hope you were paying attention!" he snapped at the cowering maintenance crews. "We will not always have the luxury of so.....useful a supporting specialist. Memorise those prayers, and ensure you have the drill to memory. Again, thank you, Techpriestess, for both the assistence, and the lesson. In His Name" he concluded, the ritual phrase rolling off his tongue as he turned away, a final salute to the strange, armoured woman.
"Sir, sir!" his vox-man cried, coming up to him. "The Shibarans got Vreng and Gorl, and Lieutenant Lucan says they're going to shoot them. Sir, you've got to come - there's gonna be a f*cken bloodbath if you don't, sir."
"What? 'Got'? Oh, God-Emperor, were those two looting again? Oh, Throne! Bloody mosstrooper PDF couldn't hold on to their bloody world and now they go about playing soldier. Damnit Ensign, if my headache gets any worse I'm going to shoot them myself, and those mossies as well!"
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Lieutenant Ketterman was not a happy man. For a start, he was standing, quite alone despite his three-man bodyguard, surrounded by the entirity of the Pyran third platoon. Fifty-two crazy, desperate, blood-maddened Penal Legionaires, guns levelled, the sparkle from their barrels gleaming like lightning in the punishing sunlight, the lantern-flashes of knife blades gleaming, hot and bright as a the flare of a meteroite.
Quite, quite utterly alone, as Lieutenant Jail Lucan, sister to Torquemada Lucan, spat idly in front of him, and, with a contemptuous, aristocratic sneer, declared to all who could hear.
"So, you failed the Emperor in defending your world, and now - now, you malignant excuse for soldiery - you come about and make your pretence at fighting men, by disabling the few soldiers who can actually look a Xenos in the eye and not fill their trousers!"
Ketterman was quite, quite stunned. The Salvars had not been waiting for him, merely the Lieutenant and her odd bodyguard - a family retainer, still dressed in the heraldry of House Lucan, three Chem-Dogs, a semicoherent astropath, and a thickset Catachan, his muscles gleaming in the sunlight. Instead, they had emerged, surrounding his guard in a great wall of steel, and cruel, malevolent ferocity.
"Gentlemen, you will stand down."
The power of his utterance held the lot of them - the whole, seething, raging mass - captive. It was command the very cold-blooded, arrogant essence of it - a great, all-consuming fire that burned inside him with it's chill fury, an authority that radiated from his very being. Lasguns lowered, knives returned to their sheathes, and the great crowd of Penal Troopers parted like the sea to admit the towering, dark-eyed form of Landsknecht-Captain Torquemada Lucan.
He did not address Ketterman immediately, but looked down at the two men, sprawled on the floor, bloodied and battered from the ministrations of the Shirbarens. After a brief, tense moment that seemed to stretch into the infinite, he cocked his head, and spoke.
"Find anything good?" The two men looked up, and, despite their pain, shook their heads.
"Well, that was clever" he remarked, as he leant down, and pulled each man to his feet, cutting through their bindings with a power knife. "Next time, try not to annoy the mosstroopers. They seem to think that they're worth something" he said, quite offhand, as if Ketterman wasn't even there.
"You know the rules, gents. You frak up off-base, and it's one. Okay?" The two men nodded, and, swift as the thunderbolt he was named for, Lucan struck. Two lightning-fast punches to the abdomen, just below the ribs. Both men collapsed, wheezing through their shattered jaws.
"Well, that's that. Get along to the medics, and get patched up. And I hope the rest of you found me something interesting!"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 6, 2009 17:39:56 GMT -5
(OOC: Ketterman is p*ssed enough that he wouldn't care who was talking to him. He'd stand up to Gorknar right now, never mind your platoon. )
"You know, I thought you were soldiers. Now I see you're nothing more then worthless piles of festering sh*t. I'd rather have my home infested with Orks then have you scum stain it. The Colonel says to remind you that the Imperial Guard punishes looters with death. Seeing as you are barely Guardsmen, I'm not surprised. He also says that if you fail ti instill discipline in your force, he'll deal with the looters next time, and find an officer who can properly lead their men."
Ketterman tossed of a sharp salute, smirked at the two officers, and pushed his way past the the assembled troopers, the half dozen members of Grendel in tow, an unmistakable swagger in his walk.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 7, 2009 7:26:37 GMT -5
Lucan watched the man go.
"I can get him from here, if you like sir" offered one of his bodyguards, a black-painted Catachan, long-las off his shoulder and held, quite idly in his hands.
"Not worth the lasround, trooper" yawned Lucan, quite unaffected. "Don't fret lads - Munitorum order #31157 - "All Penal Troopers recruited from the world of Salvar are to be permited the oppurtunity to take loot from their fallen enemies. I'm sure you recall that we recieved fire from the hab-blocks as we came in."
"Lasgun fire, sir. That's what gave it away."
"Aye trooper, that's what did. No Ork uses a lasgun, and no Gretchin has the courage to stand in the face of thirty-two screaming Valkyries. That leaves only men."
"Yup. Green bastards. Fancy we tell the Shirbarans?"
"Not worth it trooper. Bunch of mosstroopers, to the man. We can but hope the Orks finish them off for us. Needless to say, I doubt that would take them long."
The men chuckled.
"Plus, there is Exemplary Order 31" said Jail. "By the Will of The God-Emperor of Man, as Excercised by his Loyal Servants, Landsknecht-Captain Torquemada Lucan is hereby charged with ensuring the upkeep and maintenance of his company to fighting strength by whatever means neccesary, exclusive of naught save his duty to the God-Emperor and his duly appointed representatives."
"I doubt that covers looting, Lieutenant."
Once again, the assembled ranks of Third Platoon parted like the sea, a great, terrible silence falling over them as the tall, imperious form of Commissar Ver Den Lockmar stepped through, his long, predatory stride accompanied by a terrified silence amongst the Penal Troopers. There was something in the way that man carried himself - an cruel, awful majesty that chilled even the hardest-bitten man to the bone.
Lucan merely grinned, as Van Der Lockmar bore down on his.
"Afternoon, Lief." He greeted.
The Commissar was silent for a moment, and then his face split into a wicked, familiar grin as elemental and awe-inspiring as the dawn itself.
"Torquemada" he responded. "I do hope you found something interesting indeed."
"Indeed" Lucan echoed. "We have...."
"The collected works of Colonel Greiss-"
"Mine" Van Der Lockmar said, ignoring the fact that the privilege of first choice went to commanding officer.
"An Arbites shock maul-"
"Thank you Jail" drawled Lucan, reaching over and taking the weapon out of her hands. "Care to borrow my power axe, Commissar?"
"Certainly" Van Der Lockmar responded, taking the broad, heavy-bladed weapon from Lucan, and handing his own sabre away to Jail, with an ironic, courtly bow. "Now, Lucan" he continued, as Jail continued distrubuting the loot amongst the rest of the company. "You do realise you can't let your men plunder everything in sight."
"True. Still, I'd actually sent them out to find some focusing crystals. We've run up against a sealed wall in the Spaceport Armoury - must be something behind there. No seals on it, so it's not Munitorum or Inquisitorial. Engineers need focusing crystals to bore a hole in the Adamantium, so we can shatter it with a blasting charge."
"So...they weren't looting?"
"Oh, they were looting, I've no doubt. I just couldn't care less, frankly. If you want to make an example of them, fine, but-"
"Not worth the bolt round" Lockmar pronounced. "Salvar are thieves and murderers to a man, and if they weren't they'd be close to useless. Don't want to risk a mutiny, and frankly, likewise, I've no interest in protecting a civillian populace that holds Xenos sympathisers."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 7, 2009 14:42:55 GMT -5
(OOC: will only be able to post 1-2 times a day until Monday or Tuesday.)
"Lucan, this is Dunbar. I'm over by the Bunker. I would appreciate it if you could join me for a little chat. Now."
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Van returned the salute. "Glad to have the 474th with us. We'll need you for screening ops soon enough. For now, you can report to me, since Dunbar is probably too busy cooking up schemes."
Another man, wearing a Navy uniform and sweating profusely, entered the command tent. He tossed off a salute "F/O Mulligan, Navy Liaison." he said. Van nodded. "Glad to have you with us. Head over to that Rad/Comm Chimera.." he jerked a thumb at Eagle Eye 2 "...and get yourself settled in." Mulligan nodded gratefully, and trotted off toward the air conditioned interior of the Chimera.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 8, 2009 20:32:55 GMT -5
"Dunbar. This is Nickar. Sorry I have been out of contact.....I had......business to take care of. I hope you don't mind me joining in. I've got a few....men who I'd like to show to Lucan. And you. Just so you know, I shall defer to your decision on what to do with them.....I am not fond of people like these."
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"Drop your weapons you filthy looters!" screamed Urvi.
Balan's squad was on routine patrol, when they had come across looters......That appeared to be part of another regiment.
Who also happened to have a dislike of us.....thought Isan as he took a covering position.
At this point, Jan, who threatened another looter with his grenade launcher, didn't really care what happened to them. If he had his way, he would've gutted the frakking, good for nothing, dirty, looters on the spot.
But Sergeant Balan had said no, and he would follow orders.
Balan himself was tense. If either side slipped, he would be the first to fight in against another Guard regiment. He didn't like it.
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