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The immediate area outside Naris Capitol city
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Postby Hobbsy » Fri Jun 22, 2018 7:34 am

As the assorted group entered and made there way through the garage Joseph and Nov-dog gazed around the building before looking back to one another. "Just like the vehicle sheds back home?" Joseph ask with a growing grin. "Yep." November chuckled, known they were thinking the same thing.

As they reach the tank the two simply stared at it, barely containing there laughter at the sorry state of it. They had seen worse, but it was still a rolling pile of sheet metal.

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Postby LaxKnight » Sat Jun 23, 2018 12:29 am

Jack watched Cpl Briggins struggle to get the door open, an anticlimactic and mildly humorous affair, until he finally opened it and revealed their ride. The Private's face visibly fell once he saw the sorry thing that was supposed to pass as a Chimera. He didn't doubt Briggins that it would run but he was more concerned with other things. "We're supposed to be on a 'patrol', right?" Jack asked, "I know our vehicles are in rough shape but wouldn't the gate guards expect something a little more.... serviceable for a patrol?"
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Postby Heart|Soul » Mon Aug 13, 2018 9:49 pm

Lourn had managed to sneak out of the Medicae earlier that night, though not out of any promise of food. In all honesty, he had no idea about the trip the others were about to take. He simply wasn't able to sleep with the constant sounds of the Medicae, and had decided to find a secluded area to finally shut his eyes, that place being this particular shed, or rather the beat-up Chimera that is in the shed. He'd just managed to doze off, and was snoring, albeit softly, when Briggins opened the door and led the group inside.

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Postby TheRedauthar » Thu Aug 16, 2018 1:21 am

Briggins turns to Jack and shrugs, with a sheepish look on his face, "You haven't been on patrol recently have ya? She may be in rough shape," he pats the Chimera as if to cheer the machine spirits up, "But she's functional. Most vehicles on patrol can't even promise that. Usually just the guns work."

One of the metal plates falls off with a loud clang echoing through out the garage.

"...I'll admit, she's still a piece of junk on the outside. But inside, the seats are actually cushioned. I think she was a command vehicle before she was re purposed." He moves around to the back and opens the hatch, "I bet ya, they're more comfortable than your bunk, you could even sleep on the seats!"

Surprisingly, the inside is carpeted and the seats are indeed cushioned. They're not in the greatest condition, but still quite pleasant, minus clearly someone bled out in one corner of the carpet leaving a permanent crimson stain.

But the most notable thing inside is a one Lourn Germain.

Briggins says nothing for a moment. Then he turns his attention back to the others, "See? Bet he's quite rested!"

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Postby LaxKnight » Sat Aug 18, 2018 1:04 am

"Most of my patrols have been on foot," Jack admitted when Briggins asked if he's been on a patrol. He tried to assure them that the vehicle still worked but then a plate fell off, causing Jack to visibly wince from the sound but also because his confidence fell as well. He’ll be surprised if this thing didn’t stall out or fall apart on their way there.

When the Corporal mentioned the carpeted floor, cushioned seats, and the possibility of it being a command vehicle, the Cadian actual began to look kind of impressed. He was curious how he managed to get his hands on this but, looking at the outside, it wasn’t hard to imagine and he was sure he didn’t want to know the real answer. When he opened the Chimera to reveal the sleeping man inside, the Private was understandably surprised even though Briggins played it off nonchalantly.

Jack looked blankly at the scene for a moment, not quite sure how to react until he managed to say, “Well, a nap sounds nice.”
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Postby Heart|Soul » Mon Aug 20, 2018 8:28 pm

If the plating hitting the ground didn't wake him, Briggins certainly did. He lay still as his mind raced, trying to remember where he was. Once he'd figured that out, and realized that the other people in there were most likely other Guardsmen, he slowly got up and poked his head out the back, looking at the crowd, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Um, hi. Can I, uh, can I help you? Eheh."

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Postby Hobbsy » Tue Aug 21, 2018 7:10 pm

The two Bacarans half listen to the man's attempt to defend his chose of transportation. It would be a miracle if the front gate didn't send them straight back to the workshop. But as the hatch was opened, it only took the two a moment to look before there attention was well and truly grasped. The floor was carpeted.. this rolling scrap heap had a carpeted floor?!

Back on their home world of Te Harinui, carpets are a rarity, only affordable by the most highly played foremen or governor assistant and that would only be enough to cover the floor space of their own little offices. Both the local bar and the meeting house had carpet too, but those were worn and didn't cover the entire floor space they occupied. And yet people would still prefer to sit on them rather than take a seat on a chair. Both Joseph and November ignored the discussion as they took a knee at the hatch to get a closer view of the carpet. It was good quality by the looks of it, and other than the blood stain was still in good nick. Joseph extended his arm and began to stroke the soft material.

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Postby TheRedauthar » Wed Sep 05, 2018 12:30 am

Joseph finds the carpet to be quite soft. Not fancy manor or planetary Governor soft, but soft none the less. It was clear either someone either was considered a high class officer, or rather someone wanted them to think they were a high class officer.

And either that someone was dead, or this Chimera wouldn't be here.

Briggins gives Lourn a knowing smile. "That depends on if you're willing to trade. You don't tell anybody about us and we won't tell anyone about you. In fact, you can come with us."

Signalling to the others to follow, he hops into the chimera, making his way to the driver's cabin.

It too is surprisingly clean and well maintained. There's a few nicks and dents in the console and the controls, but they're well polished and the driver's seat is clearly in the best condition compared to the others. It almost looks like and officer's chairs rather than a driver's seat.

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Postby Hobbsy » Fri Sep 07, 2018 2:05 am

The carpet was indeed pleasant to the touch, bring back memories for the Bacaran of better days. As everyone hoped in, the two Bacarans removed their packs and elected to sit on the carpeted floor. They both seemed quite content with their chosen position (away from the blood stain in the corner though).

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Postby Heart|Soul » Fri Sep 07, 2018 10:49 am

That was an extremely good deal in Lourn's opinion. Having at least someone covering his back would be nice if someone caught him out and about this late.

"Sounds good to me. Where we going?" he asked while making room for the Bacarans.

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Postby LaxKnight » Sun Sep 09, 2018 7:46 pm

Jack simply obeyed, walking inside the Chimera without addressing the man inside or anyone else for that matter. He decided to take a seat in the corner across from the blood stain. He wasn't bothered by the sight of blood, he was Cadian after all, but he wasn't sure how fresh it was or how thoroughly it was cleaned. Blood made things a bit sticky and he didn't want that on his boots or his precious bag. He set the said bag down between his legs, not trusting anything but himself to keep it safe as he waited patiently for things to get going.
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Postby TheRedauthar » Thu Sep 13, 2018 1:15 am

Marv gives Lourn a crooked smile, "Just out to lunch to Rustlands's Farm for lunch. I'd give you the flyer but mine got confiscated days ago. Locals are having some sort of shindig."

"Alright," he rubs his hands together, "No more dawdlin'. Let's get this party started."

[We're ready to finally leave the base. Makes sure everyone who is coming aboard is ready.]
[Erika's intro will be added shortly.]

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Postby TheRedauthar » Sat Sep 29, 2018 2:03 pm

The engine sputters and abruptly dies.

Briggins gives the others a weak smile, clearly not having expected the engine to be so uncooperative, "Don't worry, she'll be ready to go in no time." His hands shake slightly as he tries again. This time the chimera roars to life. Rather loudly. The Dashboard lights up and the dials and gauges all click on. The fuel gauge clicks on, looping past a full tank, all the way back around to empty as the speedometer reports they're already moving at 40 kilometers a hour.

There's a loud smack as Briggins slaps the dashboard. While this resets all the gauges, revealing the fuel to be at fool and the vehicle to be stationary, it also causes the check engine light to switch on and the dashboard clock to switch to 00:00. The corporal retrieves the vehicle manual from under the driver's seat and flip through it. There's some notes on the back cover.

Check Engine Light never ceases. Ignore. Omnissiah bless whomever figures out how to program dashboard clock.

Briggins regular smile returns to his face, "See? We're all set to go!"

--

Meanwhile:
“Guten Morgen Hauptgefreiter. Wie geht es dir an diesem schönen Tag?”

Leutnant Unit #9453/31-301 'Heiden Stern' had yet to turn away from the window to face her neither did he really expect an answer, half-hearing the Unit's Response as he gazed at the Kriegers Performing Drill outside. Were he of any other Regiment one would think he is scrutinising their imperfections, but Erika could tell his dissatisfaction was mainly from being unable to participate rather than seeing something he didn't like, Kriegers seldom make mistakes when it comes to Drill of all things -And Being delegated to Paperwork Duty in the Office and not fighting does not improve a Krieger's mood.

Perhaps Office is too fancy of a word, as rather it’s a glorified tool shed, with a somewhat stable table acting as a desk, an old ammo crate as a chair, and a hole in the wall as the window. If there was regret, it was for not investing time in Carpentry like his commander.

“The Mess is temporary” he finally turns to face her, “An Intermediate state from assembling special operations.” The Unit's Commanding Officer had no reasons to justify anything to it but there must be a reason why they are still standing, and will continue to stand.

“Commencing Briefing: Mission is Confidential, including from Fellow Allied Units.” he announced, “Details and Results will not pass through Official channels, keeping it away from other Regiments' Records. The only approved Units for this information are Hauptmann #1-101 and Senior Commissar Holt and to them you report directly.”

“Are you aware of the rumoured upcoming Local event Designated 'Bee-bee-kyoo'?”

"Negative, Herr Leutnant."

#31-301 began sorting through the documents on the tabletop, but still he continues, "This 'Bee-bee-kyoo' is a local custom designed to inspire unity and boost morale among civilians. Those who participate will be given food as payment."

He finally pulled one from the stack and handed it over to Erika. The sheet is a small non-colored photocopy of the sign advertising the event.

"Mission Objective: Observe and record the interactions between civilians at safe distance. Secondary objective: Collect and Sample provided food for analysis. Warning, food may not have passed Munitorum Health and Safety regulations. Low chance of poison."

Heiden continues, "Command believes these techniques cang, sway refugees back to the Emperor and possibly implemented into the Guard to improve Unity and Morale. Note: command has also stated Guardsmen are not to attend; Your mission is only exception approved."

"Report will directly be submitted to Hauptmann #1-101 for approval. Contact me if mission goes off perimeters. In case of Communication failure, permission granted to handle as needed until new orders are given. Any final questions?"

"Affirmative: What are the Directives for Encounter with unapproved Guard Personnel?"

There’s a pause, “Mission parameters do not include a definite answer. For mission secrecy do not apprehend or interfere with unauthorized guard personnel. Include interactions between refugee population and guard personnel in final report. If questioned: allay suspicion as needed but don’t reveal operation parameters.”

Finally he turns to her, “Mission Briefing concluded. Commence Operation. Final Reports are expected before afternoon drill tomorrow. Dismissed.”

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The Chimera crew finds themselves at the gates. Waiting patiently to be released for patrol. The line is long and the air is hot from all the running motors and the crowd. Finally they are next in line.

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Postby NicklausOfKrieg » Sun Oct 07, 2018 4:50 pm

Leftenant Faeburn followed Briggins to the driver's cabin, giving the cushioned and carpeted troop compartment one last longing look. As he was the one assigned to make sure the Chimera kept running, he took his place next Briggins on the assistant driver's seat, inching his way past the hull-mounted heavy bolter that jutted at his chest.

"Right, let's hear this poor ol' girl sing..." Faeburn said to Briggins with nod, only for the engine to sputter and die out, earning Briggins a raised eyebrow from Faeburn.

But second time's the charm as the engine roared and lurched to life as loud and proud as any troop transport serving the Imperial Guard, and after a few rudimentary technical checks from Briggins, the gauges looked fine as far as anyone in the Chimera knew.

"Omnissiah bless ya, Corporal! There's only so much I can do with some elbow grease and plasma gun repair kit!" Faeburn cheered in relief over the din of the loud engine as they finally drove their way out.

The ride to the city gates was quick and quiet. Faeburn busied himself with keeping his eyes on the gauges, but before he knew it he could feel the Chimera slowing down as it eased into traffic, the sound of people and other vehicles started to replaced the quieting din of the engine. As the Chimera made it's slow crawl in pace with the traffic. Faeburn took the opportunity to relieve himself from the heat of the driver's cabin by opening the assistant driver's hatch just above him; popping his head out into the open yet still warm air, he lit himself a lho stick as he watched the checkpoint slowly creep towards the Chimera (or was it the other way around?). Waiting lazily slumped out of his hatch he then suddenly felt the Chimera lurch again, but this time to a halt, and with a quick look to either side Faeburn saw that they were already next up on the checkpoint.

"Right, there's our queue. Any of you lads coming with?" Faeburn asked as he ducked back down the hatch and looked over to the rest of the guardsmen behind him.

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Postby Hobbsy » Sun Oct 07, 2018 7:26 pm

As the chimera started and rolled off, the two seated Bacarans had chatted and joked between themselves as the ride went on.

As Faeburn popped his head back in, the two on the carpet looked up with barely concealed grins. "Good grief, I thought we'd be there by now?" Joseph half joked. "Don't you think the two of us jumping out would just make things harder?" Nov-dog added with his usual large grin and a chuckle.

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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Oct 08, 2018 12:45 am

Jack didn't really pay attention to what was going on with everyone else; taking comfort in zoning out in his own little world. It took him a moment to realize that the Lieutenant asked them a question and was looking for someone to give an answer. Seeing no one stepping up, the Cadian stood. "I'll go," he volunteered as he shouldered his bag.

Was he the best choice? Probably not. He wasn't dressed to go out on a patrol. Might make things a little tricky unless his buddy Nicolaus was there. However, someone's got to do it and no one else seemed willing to.
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Postby NicklausOfKrieg » Sat Oct 13, 2018 10:50 pm

Faeburn jokingly gave the two Bacarans the look of a disappointed parent, before Mackleman caught his attention. With a quiet sigh Faeburn glanced at Mackleman for a second as though sizing him up and weighing his options, though at the back of his mind he was hoping someone else would volunteer even within that brief moment.

"Right, Mackleman? Let's go." Faeburn said with a seemingly new found confidence. If Mackleman's friend was indeed on duty at the time, he may very well be the ace in the hole they need.

Grabbing their order documents from Briggins before climbing out of the assistant driver's hatch, Faeburn then stepped off the top of the Chimera, landing deftly on his two feet. He then marched to the checkpoint guards, aping the mannerisms of an officer leagues more disciplined than he was.

"Right, let the lads through. We got recce." Faeburn confidently said, feigning casual authority as he handed the documents to the guards.

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Postby TheRedauthar » Mon Oct 15, 2018 3:48 am

The Guard, a Sargent with a well groomed mustache, takes the document and skims over it. The look on his face says he is not pleased, but isn't going to say anything to a higher ranking officer.

The Sargent taps his fingers on the order document, "Hmm...I have to say, this is the most official looking order I've seen today, but it wouldn't be the first fake patrol orders I've seen today. I'm going to have to call it in." He turns to his assistant...who instantly recognizes Mackleman.

"Jack?" Nicolaus smiles, "Hey! You on patrol?"

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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Oct 15, 2018 7:38 pm

Jack stood as he waited for the Lieutenant to give some sort of approval. He knew that sigh; it was the sigh of disappointment. However, the Lieutenant seemed to have new confidence as he walked out with their papers to meet the guards. He took a brief moment to decide to leave his bag behind before he caught up with the officer. He stood a respectful distance back to the man’s right as he let the officer take care of it. The Sergeant didn’t seem to be fooled. When he turned he saw a very familiar face, who recognized him through his ‘disguise’.

The Cadian smiled as he pulled off his sunglasses, revealing his purple eyes. “Hey Nicolaus!” he said, “I’m trying to with these guys. Gotta see if these papers go through first.”

He gave him a wink. Hopefully, he will get the message.
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Postby TheRedauthar » Tue Oct 23, 2018 11:27 pm

A understanding smile appears on Nicolaus's face, "Ah, yeah. That's uh... just what I was coming over here for. We just got a vox message about a last minute patrol."

The sergeant sighs, "Last minute patrol? In this junk heap?"

"Hey just following orders," Nicolaus shrugs, "I can only guess the reasoning behind commands choices. But it should be cleared. I can double check but it'd be a few minutes."

The sergeant looks up and down the line for a brief moment, "Alright, alright. Go ahead and move along. We've got a lot a work to do and we don't want to hold the line up any more than necessary."

With that, the NCO stomps off to to talk to another group. Nicolaus gives Jack a thumbs up, "You heard the man. Better get going."


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