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Postby Nevaraon » Wed Apr 18, 2018 1:42 am

Piling out in a flopping rush, the hatchlings strained at the edges of their leashes. They each started pulling in a different direction with more force than one would expect. Their loud croaking and chirping could be heard a fair ways off.

Havelock allowed them to run freely. They were only working on their tracking abilities. And since they didn’t yet have a scent.....

“Ah, Commissar. Do you perchance, happen to have something with the scent of our quarry?”

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Postby Archer » Thu Apr 19, 2018 6:16 pm

Luca joined the grew quietly, he was in full carapace but pulled off the helmet to drink in the view. The redheaded Terran moved to stare at landscape wide-eyed, he'd never seen anything like this as the man in black looked over the landscape he was amazed and scared. He'd never seen a world with this much... Nature. The cold had perplexed him but he'd gotten used to that but... Now he couldn't believe the sights around him... Tress, dead grass, rocks, and mud.

However at the first sign of wildlife, namely the caw of a bird the Lucifer pulled his helmet back on quickly and walked over towards Cat. Looking at nature was one thing... But he knew nothing of the animals and decided it best to stay with the people who knew far more than him, he'd help how could but this was different than his usual PT.

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Postby rodbob » Thu Apr 19, 2018 8:03 pm

Colour Sergeant Fothergill-Scott
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A hunt without a gun? Where's the sport? He thought to himself as he shouldered the rifle.

He started briskly jogging after the Commissar and clambered into the Taurox. He hummed a Praetorian battle hymn quietly to himself as the vehicle bounced it's way over the countryside. It stayed off the nausea somewhat.
At the other end, a slightly greener Fothergill-Scott stepped out of the back of the Taurox and took a moment to steady himself against the side of the vehicle.

Blasted driver, bloody lunatic!

He took stock of their surroundings, it would appear the Commissar had been taking liberties again.

"Are we supposed to be out here Commissar? Does Command know? Or are we doing another of your wink wink say no more type excursions again?"

He looked around at the snow, he enjoyed the sound of it crumping underneath his boots as he walked and the fresh cold sting in the air as he breathed in. He walked slowly over to the wall where the Commissar was stood, leaning most un-Commissar-ly against it. He sighed, this one would need work, more than he had to spare.

He scanned around, looking for signs of their quarry
(Fothergill-SCott on a careful of +2, rolls 4U1 = 1 , net total =+3 WINNING)
Doing the work of the Emperor is its own reward.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue May 01, 2018 5:02 am

Erika didn't find any remnants of Joseph's clothing or pack, the Bacaran apparently knew how to move in such a way to avoid damaging his precious cargo and only uniform. But the young guardsman had left some sizable boot prints behind the wall he had scrambled over, and knocked down quite a bit of snow from the ledge.
It didn't take a lot of analysis to work out which direction Omen had chosen from there.

Commissar Yorke listened to Havelock's question, but shook his head, apologetically, "He needed all his clothing he could carry, he came out before dawn proper, it was even colder then."
After a pause, he remembered, "But I did send him out with extra food... Chances are he'll have stopped at some point to start eating."

Cat chuckled amiably at Luca joining the group at last, "Well unless you get buried head first, we're not going to lose you in the snow..."
Seeing how the Lucifer Black eyed the wildlife so suspiciously, Yorke decided not to tease him further for the time being. Many regiments, including Mordians, had trouble with the great outdoors.

At Fothergill-Scott's question, Yorke blinked and rubbed an ear, smiling, "Sorry, sometimes the cold messes with my bionics, didn't quite catch that." and trotted off to examine what signs Erika had found.
Where the commissar had inadvertantly been leaning, was quite clearly a part of a wrapper from some jerky ration, and further bootprints where Joseph had doubled back to change route.

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Postby Nevaraon » Thu May 03, 2018 3:53 am

The Jerky wrapper was almost instantly set upon and fought over by two of the hatchlings. They made hissing growls at eachother while tearing the wrapper apart. One finally tore off a larger piece and took off with its prize. The other dropped its piece to give chase. Both ended up tangling their leashes around a tree nearby Cat and Erika.

Havelock was busy directing the other three more attentive hatchlings to the bootprints that Erika had pointed out. Flashing an overly wide grin, Havelock said. “Only if my hatchlings don’t find him first.”

With that, he released the three hatchlings from their harnesses and set them off with a chirped command. Then he turned to untangle the other two.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Thu May 03, 2018 8:18 am

The commissar acknowledged Erika's findings with a nod and thumbs up, and then signed back, "Small pause. Group evaluation. See what others find before moving on."

Yorke watched the hatchlings with a curious, amused expression. Not even slightly a fan of animals, or so he claimed, the commissar still watched.
"Are they expected to all survive and grow to adult size?" Cat tried to picture how the paddock would look, full of the larger beasts.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Mon May 07, 2018 4:46 am

The Scout nodded in acknowledgement.
While the Hatchlings possessed an acute sense of smell, their constant loud behaviour is more likely to alert their prey and cause it to relocate -unnecessary prolonging the chase.
#8-316 Stood up and assumed a ready position, ready to proceed the search or for combat.

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Postby Archer » Mon May 07, 2018 5:48 pm

Luca moved towards the group watch the little lizard things... He began to look around himself for additional clues on the whereabouts of the person they were pursuing. It wasn't the first time he'd help look for someone, he'd helped Arbites back home when they needed extra muscle to pursue targets in the hives he'd picked up a couple of tricks but nothing he thought would be useful here. He was used to city life he didn't know what to think about all this nature or how to track someone in it... However he did figure the best place to start was looking for other out of place items.

Staying within earshot and eyesight of the others Luca began to look around for out of place items... Thing's he'd recognize like ration packs, and the like laying around seeing if they could get a sufficient trail to track the target. Luca also drew one of his knives and carved an X into a tree, when moving through confusing streets and back alleys they would leave these symbols for other squads to follow. It made sense to him to carve the symbols here too, a good way of making sure they knew where they had been and more importantly how to find the way back.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sat May 26, 2018 8:41 pm

Cat listened with interest to Havelock, his face thoughtful, "I suppose, they are bred for purpose... If you intervene for the ones that struggle, you end up with a weaker species. And you wish them to be useful..." the commissar rubbed his ear, slightly impressed if not afeared by the cold and simple truth of how raising the reptiles was. He tried not to compare it too far to the situation he found himself in.
"It must be hard to be so invested in them."

Remembering the rest of the group, Cat whistled, and pointed to Erika and Luca, "Alright, these two have found something as well. So, group, what do we conclude is the next direction to head in?"
He folded his hands neatly behind his back in an unusual moment of seriousness, "And why?"

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Mon May 28, 2018 6:06 pm

And Focus they lack indeed, shouldn't their Handler be nearby and keep them under his control and not chat with the commissar on non-mission-critical matters while the litters jeopardise the mission further by messing with a very crucial detail to complete the mission?!

All these meaningless 'Distractions' directly harm the chances of mission success, and yet no one bothers to save whatever ghost of a trail remains? Certainly they came here out in the open where chances of Hostile Encounter are significantly higher for nothing else but express their connection to Candidate Mount Units.

Unacceptable.

"Lieutenant Unit Stethel, Candidate Mount Units lack Discipline. Cease Jeopardising Mission Conduct."

It's finger pointed accusingly at the remaining distorted Tracks before shoving the quarrelling pair of beasts away and crouching to re-inspect them more closely: first, to find them again; second, to gain insight on the details on whoever laid them.

[[OOC: Rolled for Footprint Analyse: 2 + 2(Clever) = 4]]

It was Methodical: details such as sole length, deepness of tracks, distribution of weight, none evade the trained senses and dedicated cogitation of this Unit.
Finally, #9453/8-316 stood up and rejoined the Team bearing its report.

"Solitary. Imperial Guard Boot Sole. Height: 1-93 Centimetres. Weight: 1-44 Kilograms, subtract 60 for Equipment, approx. 86 Kilograms. Even Plodding. Clear Direction. Does description fit Quarry?"

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Postby Nevaraon » Fri Jun 15, 2018 3:02 am

The pair of Raptgar hatchlings rolled over and over from the shove. Unfortunately this neither dampened their spirit, nor did it bring but a momentary reprieve to the Krieger. For they both took the attack to mean that Erika was now playing with them.

Launching themselves at her coat tails, they began pitiful attempts to haul her backwards.



Havelock looked up from his contemplations at the almost complantive tone of the Krieger. “Sorry Unit #316.” He whistled at the pair, then started walking towards the trio as the two hatchlings ignored him to continue their game.

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Postby Hobbsy » Sun Jun 24, 2018 1:05 am

Joseph landed at the bottom of the tree with both feet at once, looking up with satisfaction at his handy work. This trick was bound to make them think twice, though it he was keen to see if his plan actually worked. He would get these out of the box ideas from time to time, but rarely would he get the chance to put them to the test. Praise the Emperor for small blessings.

For a moment the Bacaran bathed in the pleasant heat from the sun that streamed through the forest canopy down to where he stood. Although the day was warming up it was still cold under the trees, especially in the low ground he had chosen to set up in. Hopefully the hounds wouldn't take too much longer, he never enjoyed staying still in the cold. "Well, might as well get comfortable." He mused to himself, careful distorting his tracks and preparing the last detail for his cunning plan.
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