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Postby Commissar Cat » Fri Sep 22, 2017 1:03 am

There was a loud snapping, as Ollie clacked the cogitator casing closed, and rose from his seat. Not an imposingly tall figure, he nonetheless commanded some attention, if only because of the loud sound and pale robes. He reached a mechadendrite over and smoothly adjusted the volume on Tracy's speakers, so that he could be heard without switching them off. He neither cared nor liked the music, but it was rude to kill it entirely.

"If you point another weapon at anyone in this workshop, you will be barred, and the weapon will need to be surgically removed from your lower person." his words to the assembled group were no threat, they were stated coolly as fact, "The same goes for willfully discharging an unsafe device. Accidents are accidents, but endangering my staff, friends or my guests will not be tolerated."

Ollie stepped around the dividing wall, and greeting the sentinel pilot formally, he nodded, "I will be with you shortly, my apologies."

Continuing past, he stopped at the crate of lasguns, pulling two, one with his hands, the other with his mechadendrites, before turning to the quartermaster and commissar, "These have been stored cold and wet. They've been left outside to freeze over."
Pulling back the casings, he revealed visible water between the focusing lenses in the one in his hands, and the other he showed misaligned crystals, equally sodden.
"Ice expands, pushing parts away from one another, then melts away. This blame is on whoever stored them, not the tech priests who did maintenance." One lasgun was laid back in the crate, the other pressed without question into Holland's hands.

Ollie didn't wait for response, and turned his attention back to something more interesting: seeking to distract Waltz.
"Miss Tracy, this Cadian here pilots one of the sentinels on base. Perhaps you could learn a little about engine maintenance from him." one could only hope.

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri Sep 22, 2017 6:15 am

over on another table, two figures were hard at work on their equipment, doing their level best to ignore the commotion and focusing on what was in front of them, for all the good it did.

at one end of the table, was Marida, who had taken apart the hilt of her powersword to gain access to its energy cell, her subordinate corporal slone was at the other end - and admittedly taking up most of the room on the table - his plasma gun having been completely disassembled and the backpack refrigeration unit was also similarly opened up and the focus of the corporals attention

at least until the las pack exploded

"hey!" he eventually piped up, looking straight at holland while trying to suppress the strange feeling of revulsion he had just by the guy being in the room "do you mind? specialised equipment here"

his outburst got marida's attention, who shot slone a quick glare and a curt "corporal.." to stop him from making matters worse, before looking back at the main group, and the commissar who looked to have things mostly under control
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Postby Furbnus » Fri Sep 22, 2017 6:30 am

Holland furiously begins typing away at his data-slate, muttering under his breath as he does. "When I get shipments, the first place they go is in storage so sometime between their maintenance and my receiving them..." he prattles off for a few minutes before approaching the lead Engineer. "Who is in charge of delivering shipments to my station?"
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Postby TheRedauthar » Sat Sep 23, 2017 12:54 am

Ah, perfect... Junior Commissar Elias Kainen thinks to himself as he enters the workshop, seeing a sizable group already there. Being one who preferred to not be involved with large groups, the situation did nothing to improve his already tarnished mood.

There was something off about him today, but what was it? Was it his foul mood? Usually the Junior Commissar was fairly good at hiding his emotions from the troops. Today however, he seemed to not mind the scowl on his face or the angry, burning look in his eyes...

Ah that was it. His eyes were showing, quite clearly. Usually they were hidden behind his glasses, usually tinted in the sunlight. They weren't there at the moment, instead a dark mark just under his right eye, hinting what might have happened to them. One can only wonder what unfortunate fate has befallen the guardsman who had caused this....slight.

"Adept I request that..." he pauses noticing the the figure of another Commissar, rather a Senior Commissar already there. Kainen immediately snaps to attention, giving an audible click as the heels of his boots snap together. His right arm rises quickly into a crisp salute, "Commissar, sir! I apologize for my interruption, sir!"

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sun Dec 03, 2017 7:12 am

(( New Day ))

If the tech priest could be said to have a favourite time of day, it was probably this. Early morning, before the growing din of the base built to the continual rumble that persisted all day. He could concentrate better, the information seemed to flow more easily through the air, and best of all, no guardsman had yet wandered in to ask him anything. Even Tracy seemed to have somewhere else to be this early in the morning.

He hummed a small tune whilst tidying the workshop, his mechadendrites clearing trash into containers whilst his hands pushed empty benches back to where they started, allowing more space in between. The crate of abused lasguns had been tidied away somewhere, but otherwise the workshop was as it had been left the day before.

Ollie emptied the containers into a large recycling trug, and stacked them away before returning to his own work station.
No cogitator today, he'd got the pleasure of prepping a dubious bionic limb. In fact, several. The box beneath his desk looked like some bizarre octopus of mismatched arms and legs. All made within the limitations of budget and materials. Today it was Ollie's job to test them.
However nobody had forbidden him from improving them, and he suspected that adding a little range of movement and dignity to the limbs may have been the medicae's true motivation behind their request.

((One addendum here, is that if someone enters with an item, please allow them to request help or choose to maintain it themselves. It got a bit wild last time, let's see if we can do good again))

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Postby Fates End » Sun Dec 03, 2017 8:24 pm

There was a dull thud as a greatcoated figure entered the workshop and rapped a gloved knuckle against the wall. Attempting to announce himself. A lanky form, greatcoat and webbing of grey and brown, a sigil on his shoulder indicating he held the rank of Watchmaster, and a gasmask with a skull emblazoned upon it on his head. A Watchmaster of Grenadiers, those thought already dead.

His gear was of an older style than the regular 554th Kriegers on base. And looked as though it had been through hell twice over, though still serviceable in its own right. Obviously having been cared for by the owner over a lengthy period of time. The Watchmaster had three Lucius no.98 Pattern lasguns slung over his shoulder, all of them as battered and battle-worn as his own gear.

His free hand rose to the gasmask, and with a bit of complicated movement, undid the straps. Making what should normally have been an awkward one-handed movement seem mechanical and second-nature. A pale, worn face gazed out at the Tech Priest as he lowered the helmet and gasmask, ducking his head respectfully. "Honored Tech Priest," the Krieg Watchmaster spoke out in a solemn, stoic voice. "Would you do my regiment the honor of looking over these weapons? We did not arrive on this world with enough serviceable hellguns, and so must continue with our older weaponry."
"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."

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Postby Tabitha Maru » Tue Jul 24, 2018 2:19 pm

(( Coming in after On the Road ))

The workshop had seen it's fair share of trucks in poor repair. Broken axles, bullet holes and all manner of damages. But the truck inside right at this moment was surely one of the top contenders of having suffered the worst damage. To begin with the engine was lying there right beside it, the two deep dents on the bonnet giving some credibility to the story that a xeno had punched it so hard it had come loose and fallen beneath the truck itself. Despite this the engineblock was in remarkably good condition. It was more or less intact, if you didn't count the tubes and pipes that had been sheared off as it had been forced through the parts of the chassis that had held it in place.

To make things worse, the drivers compartment looked like it had melted. The roof had simply collapsed inwards, dumping whatever had melted through it onto the seats ensuring they had caught fire too. The wheel was gone, the windshield ruined. It seemed to have been contained there though, had it continued through the floor it'd have reached the fuel tank and at that point there'd likely not be much of a truck left to tow back to base.

In any other theater this truck would have been a write-off. But this was Naris and as such it had ended up here.

Tabitha ran her hand through her hair, trying to figure out where to even start. The looks she had been given by the techpriests had been quite telling, she figured the only reason they hadn't been screaming furiously at her was that she had ridden a sentinel back to base. That must've mollified them somewhat. Enough not to saddle her with a punishment detail at least.

That didn't mean she didn't feel guilty however. She had driven them into that ambush and well... look at the truck! The least she could do was try to help fix it. She owed that to the lieutenant and the other injured members of the team. Or at least that's what she had been thinking heading here. Now that she was actually standing here looking at it she couldn't help but to think that maybe that wasn't a smart idea.
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Postby QuothTheRaven » Tue Jul 24, 2018 7:03 pm

The techpriest engineseer tasked with the repairing the truck froze with horror at the sight of it. At his side, instead of the usual servitor, a tall woman carried a massive toolbox with impressive ease.
Cruz slouched behind the engineseer, smoking a lho stick noncholantly as she hauled around his heavy kit. She was on a disciplinary detail again, doing heavy labor in the machine shop for another slew of uniform infractions. She had stripped off her vest and jacket, and her undershirt was stained with oil and soot.
She favors Tabitha with a lopsided grin. "Wow, that ain't half jacked up, jaina, what'd you do, drive through an orbital strike?"



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Postby Tabitha Maru » Mon Jul 30, 2018 5:03 am

"Looking at it now, I'm begining to think I just might have"

Tabitha glanced at the taller woman to her side, seemed like she had already spent some time in her today. Her undershirt being all stained and all. Briefly she wondered if the other woman was a volounteer or here on punishment detail, but then quickly decided it didn't matter all that much.

Instead she started unbuttoning her own jacket, hanging it and the helmet on the hooks by the door. Then turned back to the damaged vehicle, circling it once to figure out where to even begin. Just to get a grip on how much work this would actually entail. Of course, she wouldn't do anything the engineseer didn't want her to do. She was in enough trouble with them as is, she imagined.

Looking at it now, she felt like it just might've been a miracle they all survived.
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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue Jul 31, 2018 1:19 am

"You survived." the techpriest behind the main counter turned to face Tabitha, "And you are a damn sight more fragile than the vehicle. So it is nothing beyond repair. You also returned the engine. It makes things easier."
It was as close to abln encouraging statement as Ollie was likely to give.

"Many of the Omnissiah's children forget that the very purpose of such vehicles is to preserve its contents." blue lenses settled on the driver, "I would say that it succeeded in that purpose." the lights behind the hood twinkled slightly, "And I'm yet to see a driving maneuver, no matter how badly handled, that can put an engine through a truck bed. So that falls at the feet of the Tau, I assume."

Not one for particularly idle chatter, the techpriest turned back to his bench for a moment, finishing laying out his tools for the day.

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Postby QuothTheRaven » Tue Jul 31, 2018 12:14 pm

"My old man used to tell me about the time a krootox killed half his squad. Are they really bigger 'n a house?"
She leans against a support column, causing the toolboxes to shift, which earn she her a bionic glare from the enginseer.
"I ain't seen a blueberry since we made planetfall, all I've been fighting are traitors and kroot. We sure there are any tau here at all?"



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Postby Tabitha Maru » Wed Aug 01, 2018 1:54 pm

Tabitha perked up at the techpriest's words. He didn't consider this to be the better outcome? How many times hadn't she been cussed out by engineseers who thought the equipment she drove was more important than her? And yet here she must've walked into the one and only member of the priesthood alive that said the opposite. She gave him a brief smile and then turned as her friend entered the workshop and climbed atop the truck.

"I'm kinda glad they didn't know how to set it properly to be honest... Based on the sound of it I'm pretty sure they threw it onto us. Maybe they figured it worked like a normal grenade?"

She climbed onto the footsteps, grabbing hold of the handhold by the side as she looked over the slag spread out across over the instrument panel and then glanced over at the other soldiers following her question.

"Not like a house I'd say. But easily the size of the front section of this truck. Maybe it was picking on something it's own size when it smashed the bonnet? As for Tau, yeah... I saw some the other day.

I'm thinking we should just pull out and saw off all of these ruined parts of the truck. Will be easier to repair the truckbed too once all those pieces are taken out"
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Postby QuothTheRaven » Wed Aug 01, 2018 2:27 pm

"Coo, that sounds like a heck of a thing to see."
Cruz is lost in a fantasy battle for a moment. When she come she back to the moment, the enginseer is marking out the place to cut. The trooper waits patiently with the big toolbox, but slowly realizes that the activity has stopped. She looks around to see the tech priest staring luminously at her, then pointedly at the heavy industrial saw in the kit.
"Feh, no rest for the wicked. Or at least for the mildly naughty."
She drops the toolbox with a clang, making the enginseer flinch again, and hefts the saw and puts on her earplugs.



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Postby LaxKnight » Thu Aug 02, 2018 3:31 am

The room seemed to turn a degree or two colder when a new figure entered the room. The Valhallan Lieutenant, hands behind her back, walked up to the group around Ollie the Tech Priest. She took a moment to look at the people in the room before landing her gaze upon Ollie.

“Good day, Ollie,” Victoria Neskovich said, “I know you have a heavy workload already but I have two personal things that require your skills.”
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Postby QuothTheRaven » Thu Aug 02, 2018 3:10 pm

Cruz blinks at the mail clerk's antics, then shrugs and revvs the huge industrial saw. The blade screams as she starts the chew through the semi-armored vehicle, cutting away slagged sections and exposing the salvageable workings beneath.
Despite the effort, she wears a fierce grin, and is evidently enjoying wielding the machine.




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