The 1337th New Texas Abyssal Fists

lostabyss

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#81
Shouting, "Y'all heard Sarge, lets move it!" Hoping into the Chimera and doing a head count. Everything seemed in order, just waiting on Sarge and Ralley to finish. Taking up a seat next to Natalia, looking a bit more nervous now that some unknown authority is around. Making sure the other brass wasnt in earshot, "Tibs what in the Emperors name is going on? whats with other companies giving Sarge orders?"
 

Tex

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#82
"Way above my pay grade. I've heard about these guys, I'd rather be on their good side," Tib whispered back, leaning in towards Wilhelm, "You know me, I hate authority but this guy? He fucking scares me. I'd rather fire my lascannon alone in the middle of the road at at incoming warbuggu than piss him off. I'm just going to smile and nod."
 

NKdotzip

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#84
Ralley heeds the sergeant's orders and starts hauling herself and her gear back into the Chimera. Squeezing between people in the, now crowded, crew compartment, her eyes meet that of a young member of their contingent. Even though the battle had long since ended— at least for now— the young woman looked utterly terrified and on the edge of a mental break. No words were spoken between them but as Ralley passed, she seemed to steel herself. Enough at least to mask her terror and tighten her grip on her lasgun.

Good thing too, Ralley thought, we have no use for frightened children where we're headed.

Reuniting with the driver's seat, Ralley ran through her operation checks. Ignition, door control, fire suppression, drive pedals; everything checked in order, as dictated by the primer. Anything less was a disservice to the machine spirit within the great lumbering beast.

"We're ready to push off Sarge!" Ralley announced, turning to look over her shoulder. The young woman was eyeing her from around the corner of the support wall that separated the crew compartment from the operational sections of the tank, but Ralley ignored her and continued, "Everybody strap in, things are liable to get a little dicey."
 

Lithairian

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#85
Cyntha noodded to Ralley once at her command post. "Alright people, this was as good a first engagement the fisters could have asked for. Ralley, lets push off for the BDL, LT if you would be so kind as to direct Ralley here to the BDL." she spins up the command seat and sets to watching for any ill welcomed guest, keeping a mind the troops sitting atop the chimera and not swinging the turrent too much. "Tibs keep trying to get a link with command. I don't like wondering like a tyranid looking for its next meal."
 

Konrad

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#87
Lt. Schrilblut follows Ralley up to the helm and leans forward to peer out the narrow driver's sight. Pointing down the tarmac, he informs her, "There's a supply depot about three hundred yards down on your left. It's at the edge of the perimeter of the city." He glances briefly to Cyntha over his shoulder, "Your platoon will be co-located with my boys there."

After some initial interference, Tiberius gets a response by the unmistakable western New Texan drawl of Lt. Rancher. "Yea, Tibs, I hear ye. Whatcha got?" After Tiberius passed on the Brontian Lieutenant's request and explained the location of the supply depot, Lt. Rancher affirmed that he would meet them all there.

The drive was short and uneventful. Any attempts to speak with the Brontians, even their commanding officer, were met with silence or noncommittal grunts. Once on location, it was a simple matter to unite the two Lieutenants who immediately stepped away to have a private conversation. The office in which they chose to have their palaver had no door, and it would be a simple matter to eavesdrop... assuming someone was willing to risk the ire of not one, but two platoon commanders (+10 Stealth check, cannot be assisted).

But of course, there is never a moment's rest for a Guardsman. Almost as soon as their Brontian cargo is unloaded, Sergeant Cyntha is informed by one of her colleagues that their platoon has need of strong, able-bodied Guardsmen to help clear away the debris from the defensive positions around the supply depot. The backbreaking labor will be intensive, but it will also give the squad a chance to interact with their fellow platoon-mates and their new neighbors, the 4th Brontian Longknives.

(This would be a good time to ask around about any information you may want, or connections you may wish to make regarding supply acquisitions. Any Investigation checks you make about the war or Longknives can be made with a +20 as you have established a positive reputation.)
 

Tex

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#88
"Oi, Johnny Boy!" shouted Tib over the din.

"Fuck off Tib, I told you not to call me that. It's [[INSERT RANK HER CONRAD]] Johnny Walker to you, you damn scoundrel," scowled Johnny, "What the hell do you want?"

"Do you even have to ask? You know I want one of those sweet, sweet M41 Multi-lasers," replied Tib with a smirk.

Johnny sighs "Why aren't you content with that lascannon? You know it's the cream of the crop."

"Yeah...well, it makes one person scream in agony. I want to serve up that pain up to whom it may concern."
 

lostabyss

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#89
"dammit Tibbers ya keep saying that, right up until ya see some bullshit walkin can opener and ya one shot the green bastards into the warp while the rest of us cry as we just lightly heat up its armor. Besides, thats what weve got 'nades for, i dont think las sends any message cept 'wit the Emperors Blessing'." Wilhelm starts mumbling off to Natalia about stories of crazy ork mechs that shouldnt be able to move and how dumb xeno engineering must really be.
 

Lithairian

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#90
"Alright squad, restock and then clear this rubble. I want this supply depot nice and clear for xeno target practice." Dismounts from the chimera. "Ralley give our beauty here a once over and see about a name for her. Something real pretty like." She gives the squad a once over. "For our first engagement, couldn't ask for a better start!" she nods and goes to resupply. After a few moments to herself and inspecting her gear, she moves over to one of the more senior longknives. "Sergeant Cyntha, glad we could assist on the airfield. Anything my boys can help with just let us know. So what has your squad been tasked with?" (inqury 53(43FEL -10untrained +20bonus) v roll 18 (3 successes(if those matter here)))
 
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