The 1337th New Texas Abyssal Fists

Konrad

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#61
The possibility of imminent and immediate death made it hard for Ralley to really focus on the auspex or process what she was seeing. It was all kind of a blur. She knew what she was looking for, but not exactly what it looked like.

While she was scouring the shuttle's innards with her eyes, Tib and Wilhelm ran by, headed for the cockpit. The door was open and there was just enough room between the two pilot seats for the pair of Guardsmen to stand uncomfortably close to one another. It would have been fine if there weren't also a lascannon and hotshot backpack in the cockpit, but as it was the two men were forced to press against one another.

There were two bodies: half in the left seat and one and a half in the right seat. It didn't take a magos biologis to comprehend that only one of those men would benefit from saving. Tib and Wilhelm would just have to remove the upper half of a corpse from his lap first.

Back in the shuttle bay, Ralley's vehicular intuition paid off. There was a large lever positioned on the hull interior that lined up with the burning engine's external location, and there was a small stream of fluid running down the wall beside it. The smell reminded her of their first week in basic Chimera maintenance. That lever, though, was not going to come easy. (Athletics -10)

On the runway, the other Chimeras began to retreat as Cyntha had directed. Otherwise, there was no movement. The area seemed strangely still after all that carnage.
 

Tex

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"Off, messy," Tib grimaced as he pushed the top half of one of the pilots to the floor. "Willhelm, grab his other arm and we can drag him out of here. I can hoist him over my shoulders once we get out of the cramped cockpit."

(S 35 vs 6 to drag pilot)
 

lostabyss

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Grabbing the tags off the one downed soldier "just in case" he whispers to himself slipping them into his pocket, Wilhelm switches over to the copilot and tries to help Tibs drag him despite Tibs more than handling the situation. "Lets go Tibs, i dont know if Ralley got to the leak in time"
 

Lithairian

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finishing going ove the controls, "...ok, that'll do it." Cyntha activates the micro-bead, "How we doing in there guys and gals? Got the chimera ready to go, Just waiting on your pretty faces to get back here. And remember, Slow is fast, Fast is good."(half action - inspire)(Command 53(43FEL+10skill) v roll 31)
 

NKdotzip

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#65
"Guy's, I need a hand." Ralley calls out into the microbead, "This lever hasn't been moved since the Horus Heresy, I can't unjam it!"
 

lostabyss

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"Tibs you got him right? get him to a safe distance, ill see if i can help Ralley." Swearing under his breath. Leveraging himself on the lever, Wilhelm tries to give Ralley a little boost to pull it. (+10 to next check zip)
 

Tex

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"Got it Wilhelm," responded Tib as he fireman carried the unconscious pilot to the opened doors of the Chimera. "Let me know if yall still need help and I'll jog back over."
 

NKdotzip

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"Thanks, Wilhelm," Ralley says, "There's gotta be another way to work this fucking thing free, but we don't have time for that right now."

She hauls on the lever with everything she has. Her muscles tremble with the effort and her held breath begins to burn in her lungs, but she keeps pulling. (Strength 29 +10 Wilhelm's assist vs. Roll of 7).
 

Konrad

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The lever was large enough for the operator and weapons specialist to stand alongside one another and grip the lever with two hands. With Wilhelm's help, the ancient machine broke free of its rusted position. Though they could not see it, they could hear the valve that closed the fuel line to the burning engine and opened the line to the second engine's fuel tank.

From his vantage at the back of the Chimera, Tib could see the flames sputter out on the engine. Smoke continued to billow, but he could tell it was thinning, so they probably wouldn't die fiery deaths.

Before he could relay this, however, a squad of men in heavily modified flak armor and strapped to the teeth with swords and knives rounded the back of the Chimera. None of the Chimera's occupants had heard them coming and several jumped at the sudden arrival. They all wore leather harnesses which held their assortment of sheathed weapons and a single flak pauldron that indicated their rank, but there were no squad or regiment markers on their uniforms. In fact, most of them didn't even wear a shirt. But no marker was necessary for a regiment as iconic as the 4th Brontian Longknives.

The front man was probably the most scarred of the bunch and was the only one brandishing a weapon- a monosword, from the looks of it. "Lieutenant Garven Schrilblut," he introduced himself, "Of the 4th Brontian Longknives. Where is your platoon commander? I need to speak with him." Then, almost as an afterthought, "Appreciate the help with the greenskins. Who was driving?"
 
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Lithairian

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From the cockpit cythna turns and heads out of the chimera. About to start yelling she sees the smoke dwindling and desides better of it. "Was gonna say clear the area but lookin pike clearer skies are coming." Turns to the lieutenant and nods. "Sergant cyntha, 1337 new texan abyssal fisters."
Motions towards Ralley in the shuttle. "Drivers also a mechanic blessed by the mechian gods it seems. Her names ralley."
 
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Tex

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Tib nods at the Lieutenant before propping the unconscious pilot in a vacant seat. He wasn't particularly a fan of individuals with such a lofty rank and title, but he was quite impressed with their weaponry and generally gruff looking exterior. He quietly observed in case things went sideways.
 

lostabyss

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"Ralley I think somethins up. Sarge got some brass on her. Looks like another unit but maybe we should act busy just in case? Im still recovering from trench digging 101" Wilhelm says as he stretches and makes an audible pop of his vertebrae. "My back isnt what it used to be after all."
 

NKdotzip

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"Yeah, no kidding. Do you know if the engine actually shut off? Go take a look for me will ya?"
 

lostabyss

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"let me just figuratively pop my head in there. It sounds like its all still runnin' but maybe its just winding down?" Stepping outside to a 'safe' (~30 ft) distance to view the engine, Wilhelm scratches his helmet unsure of what is going on with the shuttle's engine. "We need a young techpriest and an old techpriest for this i think."
 

Konrad

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Schrilblut nodded, then turned to one of his men and handed off a sheathed knife. The Guardsman jogged off toward the shuttle. "Sergeant Cyntha, where is your platoon officer?"

Over at the shuttle, Wilhelm could clearly see the engine whining down and the smoke dissipating and a clear absence of fire. When he relayed this to Ralley, she was able to relax. With the engine empty of fuel, it had proceeded to shut down as it ought to. A few days of repairs could make her flight worthy again.

It was at that time that the nameless Brontian Guardsman approached and offered the knife to Ralley. "LT wants you to have this. Says you're an honorary Longknife for charging into battle and crushing greenies."

The knife was pattern not unlike the standard New Texas combat knife with a thick blade that was as good at chopping vegetation as it was at killing orks. The leather handle, small crossguard, and blade were blackened to prevent stray light from giving up the ghost. At the base of the blade, on either side, was an etched skull with a sword protruding from its mouth: the emblem of the Brontian Longknives.
 

NKdotzip

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"Thank you," Ralley responds, not used to getting accolades such as this.

She stows it carefully with her own combat knife as she retrieves her gear and marches out of the shuttle back to her Chimera. She admires the beast for a moment before giving it a once-over, inspecting any marks in her— the tank's— armor.

"Gonna have to talk to the sergeant about giving you a proper name," she said, feeling the profile of a dent, no doubt made by Ork gunfire, "Fucking savages."

After giving the Chimera a more thorough inspection, clearing the tracks of Ork bits and the like, she stretches her arms and rubs her neck. Anyone within view of her can see the words, "Tank Bitch," tattooed up the side of her neck. Satisfied with the state of the vehicle, she wanders to the rear hatch to report in.
 
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lostabyss

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After walking back to the Chimera with Ralley, Wilhelm breaks off to find Cynthia. "Sorry to interrupt Sarge" he salutes and hands over the dead pilots tags, "we lost the shuttle pilot sir. Tibs took care of the co-pilot and got 'im to safety. He is unconscious and needs medical attention."
 

Tex

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#78
Motioning towards the squad medic, Tib unstraps his lascannon and sits down in an available seat in the Chimera waiting for the squad's next move.
 

Konrad

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"We don't actually know," Cyntha answered the Brontian Commander, and turned to the nearest idle teammate. "Tib, try to get Lieutenant Rancher on the Chimera vox." The vox was located up front, within reach of both the command chair and the Pintle gunner seat.

"Let's not waste time. Give us a ride and we'll point you to the BDL." Judging by his tone it was an order, not a request. Judging by the way he motioned for his men to mount up on the Chimera's top, he also expected no dissention.

While they loaded up, Cyntha took the tags and addressed Wilhelm. "Damn shame. Make sure everyone is in the Chimera. We leave in two!" The latter sentence was shouted, to ensure maximum distribution. "Ralley! It's go-time! Saddle up! Medic, keep me updated on the pilot."

(+1 Fate point to Ralley, excellent roleplaying.)
 

Tex

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"Aye aye sarge," drawled Tib with a small smirk as he put out his death stick. Tech, outside of weapons, wasn't really his thing but hey, how hard could the vox be? I mean, no harder than training right?

"Lieutenant Rancher, come in Lieutenant Rancher. This is Private Tiberius Girard from Sergeant Cyntha Harris's squad. We met some friendlies and request a line of communication to you."

He wasn't quite sure what else to say without giving away too much. Never know if those greenie bastards could hack into Imperial comms. The only good Greenskin was a dead one who couldn't hack into comms. He twitched a bit thinking about it...
 
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