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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 13:56:46 GMT -5
Chaz looked at the commissar. For once that wolfish grin actually made him respect the commie as a comrade rather than a hangman. "Yeah, phantoms, wraiths." Kellion lifted his hand in a motion almost like a toast. "Don't worry sir, i'll have your back." The monian smiled. He then noticed Julians beconing. "Ahh, yes." Chaz moved away from the group. "Now my friend, let us do bussiness."
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 14:15:41 GMT -5
''Magnificent!'' Julian said as he walked along side Chaz towards the barracks.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 28, 2009 14:36:31 GMT -5
The woman began to inventory her equipment again, as she walked towards the mess area to grab a bite. She was amongst the first to get back, having little time for socializing-- wasn't in the military culture she was raised in.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 28, 2009 14:43:43 GMT -5
"That we do sir." Jason told the commissar walking past him towards the armoury.
"What can I get yeah?" The short attendant asked. He was small, in comparison to anyone in delta.
"I'll take some AP stubber ammo....and some incendiary", Jason laughed, "just for fun." Then after receiving his ammo, he walked towards the mess, being followed by the surprised looks of the guardsmen behind and infront of him, looking at the Heavy Stubber in one hand, and ammo hanging from anyplace he could hang it on his body.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 15:27:30 GMT -5
Chaz opened the crate with unusual vigor. He'd run a significant black market operation back in the regiment. Smokes, beverages, joygirls, you name it. "There you are Julian. I got this lot this morning. Fresh finest from the pleasure world of Carian V." The sergeant started his stride to the barrack exit. "On the house mate. Just keep your mouth shut or I'll charge you." He applied a very jokey touch too final sentence. "Enjoy." Making his way over to the armory, he once again, checked his wraithbane. Really it was force of habit. He entered the armory and saw Jason and that demo lady. Kellion picked up his long pattern, monian steel lasgun with four, 60 round hotshot clips. The lasgun had a fitted out scope with a variety of vision modes, perfect for putting a super charged ionized bolt through a traitors skull. He also scooped up several grenades, a laspistol. He also picked a multitude of other, more mundane equipment, a vox bead, gas hood, basic medi pack. Donning his camo webbing and cameleoline cloak he finally felt like a wraith again, a monian, a hunter.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 15:36:21 GMT -5
''Thanks mate.'' Julian said as he tucked the lho-sticks in his jacket and followed Chez to the armory he needed to pick up some extra ammo and equipment anyways.
''Whats that big knife you keep checkin' on? I've seen you check on it three or four times now.'' He asked the Monian.
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Aug 28, 2009 15:40:21 GMT -5
"Yo demo girl, what unit are you from?" asked Saito. At this moment the only members of the team that had reported to the assembly area were him and the demolitions expert. He might as well start sorting out what sort of people were his teammate.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 15:53:13 GMT -5
"Ahh." Chaz looked at his longblade. "That would be my wraithbane my friend. You'll never find a more reliable blade! Nearly indestructible and is light enough. You could say its an extension of our bodies." Kellion took on a more serious expression and severe tone to his voice so suddenly it was scary. "Do not touch it though." He gestured to the engravings on the blade. "That, this is the name of my father, my fathers father, his father and many other fathers over that. It is a monians most sacred possession, in the cold hell we call home, it is our only possession. If you touch that, I will kill you, no matter what. Even the bloody commie won't stop me." It was times like these that the deep, haunting eyes common to the monian breed came in handy to settle a point.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 16:02:07 GMT -5
''Ok, no touchy gotcha. Well, I hope that it'll slit some traitor throats in the near future.'' He picked up four size 3 las clipps for his carbine and a couple of frags, and the proceeded to search for some large caliber stubb rounds for his revolver.
''Damnit! They don't have my caliber here! Emperor, I've got 18 rounds for this gun and thats it! What the hell am I supposed to do if I run out of ammo!?'' He said as he patted the holstered revolver. ''Hey! Departemento guy! You couldn't get me some .46 cal stubb rounds?'' He shouted to the munitorium clerk. ''I'll see what I can do!'' He answered. ''I'll be dead before I get those bullets.'' Julian murmured to Chaz.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 28, 2009 16:07:40 GMT -5
"Sterben" Drake said, pronouncing the words in a clear, concise tone as the Commissar turned to leave. "A word with you, pray."
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 16:20:12 GMT -5
Sterben pocketed a few ration packs then made his way lazily back toward the designated meeting area while cracking open one of the tins of cold grayish consumables. Ah...all the nutrition the body needed in one easy ready to go meal. The Commissar ate with his fingers and derived no joy from the bland flavor, but this was his custom before going out on assignment, somehow it always calmed his stomach and helped him relax.
The Commissar almost stumbled over the small woman and took a step back then nodded "Trooper Heinbeck, I am impressed by your punctuality." he says as he acknowledges the woman for the first time. She was quiet...a bit of a loner, was it nervousness or fear that kept her from speaking? No, not if her file had anything to say about it. Sterben's face remained passive as he watched her for a moment then cracked a thin smile.
"War orphan ey? We have something in common I guess. Child soldier...you've been making Him proud most of your life...Heh, this is not the usual undisciplined rabble you are used to associating yourself with is it?"
He let his eye wander away from her as he looked up and then around before coming back to meet her gaze. "Or is it? Hm...but I'll bet all that seems like it was a lifetime ago."
As usual the Commissar made sure to read up on each of the troopers under his watch and always committed a few facts to memory just in case he should happen to find himself in a situation such as this.
Sterben shrugged, "In any case, glad to have you aboard." it was the truth too...having a strong willed woman around might actually make some of the men think twice about turning tail. He just hopped she would adjust and start fitting in...otherwise it wasn't really going to do him any favors.
Turning to Saito the Commissar nodded "Oh yes, and our veteran ranger...I hear you have some training as a field medic...always good to have another stitcher on the team." He looked at one and then the other then gave them both a rather casual salute before moveing past them to make his way over for his meeting with Drake "Ah hah... right where I left you. So how may I help you Lieutenant?"
(sorry RT, started typing this before I saw your post...I hope you don't mind that I took the long way round.)
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Aug 28, 2009 16:43:14 GMT -5
"Thank you sir. The Partisan Rangers lead the way." Saito grinned and saluted back in the same casual way.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 28, 2009 18:01:31 GMT -5
Isan had grabbed all the kit he'd need, spare grenades, extra ammo, a few small spare parts for the caster, and had repacked his survival kit.
He made his way to the assembly area, decked in full combat armor, his faceplate blocking his face from view.
"P.F.C Isan, ready, sir!"
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Aug 28, 2009 18:36:21 GMT -5
"Isan is it? Lance Saito. SO how did you end up with this outfit anyways?"
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Post by Melissia on Aug 28, 2009 18:55:17 GMT -5
War orphan ey? We have something in common I guess. Child soldier...you've been making Him proud most of your life...Heh, this is not the usual undisciplined rabble you are used to associating yourself with is it? " On the contrary sir, this is the undisciplined rabble in comparison to whatI am used to-- but still nothing I haven't seen before in lesser units." The woman then did something which likely required no small part of bravery and gumption, offering her hand for the Commissar to shake. " I am a Demolitions expert from the 124th Seclurian Nova, Elite Striker Cluster. Our discipline rivals that of the Astartes and Sororitas. I will not let His Imperium down, nor dishonor my own system and family."
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 28, 2009 19:15:57 GMT -5
He pauses briefly and turns to the woman with a nod as he reaches out with a hand to shake her own. Well, this was a bit of a surprise. "Delta may not look like much but it is one of the best units operating in this rotting hive...you'll make a fine addition I am sure of it."
He turns his head to one side slightly. "I certainly hope you live up to your claims Trooper Heinbeck." he releases her hand and smirks, lowering his voice just slightly "and give the fellas a break would you? busting heads is supposed to be my job." the Commissar says good naturedly then starts off again to go meet with Lieutenant Drake.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 28, 2009 19:34:07 GMT -5
Stepping out onto the wet gravel, Jason continued over to the cluster of troopers.
Ah, the newbies made it out before me
"Isan? I heard correct eh? So what exactly are you ready for, Pfc. Isan?" Jason said with a smirk setting the stubber down on a table and throwing a belt of AP rounds in the chamber.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 28, 2009 23:35:52 GMT -5
"Anything, sir. I'm from 4th company, 482nd. You'll never see a finer frontline Kai-Tan unit."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 29, 2009 0:48:17 GMT -5
"You'd better be good with that Comm set, and that Lasgun for that matter. But your record proceeds you, and I dont think we'll have any problems." Keirn said to the comms trooper. He checked his watch.
"Another fifteen minutes and it might just be us going along for the ride...." His words dropped, as Valkyries swooped overhead, engines screaming.
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Aug 29, 2009 1:45:49 GMT -5
"You sound like you're impatient, Sergeant." Saito spoke the word sergeant as if it were a bad taste in his mouth he had to spit out. "You got some unfinished business out there or something?"
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 29, 2009 2:07:28 GMT -5
Julian scooped up a naval pistol and some clips before he headed outside to meet the others, on the way he dropped by the mess and took a ration bar and ate it as he walked. He stepped out into the rain and headed towards the other soldiers that had assembled there.
''Hey sarge.'' he said and threw a quick salute, he then turned to Saito and asked ''You're our chief medic sir?''
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 29, 2009 6:51:39 GMT -5
Returning the salute Jason turns to Saito (Sry if I misspell) "Last time we were out, we took too long and got into a fight we could'nt win. Thats why there only us 3, and the Commissar left." Jason said a slight tinge of sadness in his voice. "I dont plan to let it happen again. Get in, kill the fether, and back out. Home by tomorow. That exactly how I want to see it done as long as the LT keeps it straight." Jason spoke softly, while ironically carrying his stubber to a small table left out there for cards.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 29, 2009 13:02:34 GMT -5
"Ah, Sterben" said Drake, as the Commissar walked back into the briefing room. The heavyset Drookian had just finished suiting up - massive, bulky plates of carapace armour adorning his body, already-broad shoulder assuming a tectonic aspect as he shrugged the heavy, grey-black shroud of his greatcoat across them. Another Lho-Stick was clamped in his jaw, and, for the first time, he had donned the full accroutments of war. A bulky Naval Shotgun across his shoulder, and three knives - one upon the wrist, the other massive the boot, and the third directly above his heart, pointing downward so that gravity would slip the long, razor-edged steel into his palm. The one in his boot was quite a different matter - a massive, vicious thing that resembled a hatchet more than anything else, broad-bladed and cruel.
"Tell me, Sterben, you served with this band of specialists before? I would care for your honest assessment of the group."
(Ymmot, if you want to be sneaky, you can post one thing and PM me another).
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Aug 29, 2009 13:44:48 GMT -5
Julian pulled a Lho-stick from his jacket and and lit it, and started puffing on it. It felt great, his nerves calmed and everything was a little better.
''Iron warriors huh? Lets hope the boss have a fancy piece of armour so we'll now which one he is.''
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 29, 2009 14:59:26 GMT -5
Commissar Sterben considers his words for a moment and then begins to speak.
"Sergeant Keirn, seems dependable enough, a little rough around the edges maybe but that is to be expected with this group. I have seen him take charge and I know he is a competent solider...I doubt he will let you down.
Sergeant Kellion, He lacks discipline and respect...his personality makes more suited for a penal legion if you want my honest opinion. He is a scumbag and a showoff... but a damn fine scout when he actually bothers to vox in and report on his position. He has a tendency to go off alone and stir up a whole hornets nest of trouble...communication is where he is lacking, no use sending out for reconnaissance when our recon man doesn't tell us what the frak is going on.
Corporal Tyrok and his plasma gun have saved my life. I trust him more then most of this bunch. He knows his weapon well and I suggest keeping him close by...if nothing else just to watch him burn holes through astartes plate...it is quite the inspiring sight behold I assure you.
The others I have just met, but I have read all of their files and could make assumptions if you'd like...all in all it looks like a solid team, more professional and dependable then a lot of the other members of delta who have gone before them. Honestly I don't believe the Lord General expected us to last this long...if the completely hair brained suicide missions they've sent us on in the past are any indication. This new lot seems to have it act together more or less and is focused on the task at hand...not a homicidal maniac or inquisitional lap dog among them...at least not that I've been able to sniff out so far."
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