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Postby Hobbsy » Sat Sep 08, 2018 2:06 am

Paxton look up towards the Cadian with a a hint of surprise. He hadn't actually expected someone to offer to join him, he would have thought that everyone would be too busy with the truck to give him much notice. Worse was that ithe was Tabitha, someone who already knew him well enough to eventually realize who he was. It wouldn't take long for her to click. But he couldn't just said no, it may seem a bit strange. It was unlikely, but he needed a clean break without drawing any possible attention. Not to mention he didn't want to be impolite to the nice lass.

Therefore, the best reply would be a definitely possible maybe. "You're more than welcome to come if you like. Though I'm sur-errt!". The Valhallan stopped mid sentence as his poor attention at hiding his accent resulted in a bit tongue. He spent the next moment bent over a little whilst trying not to swear in his native dialect.
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Postby Heart|Soul » Wed Sep 12, 2018 2:08 pm

Some distance from the truck, a short man armed with tape and a spray gun was hard at work. He'd been repainting his armor the standard to better fit in with his new regiment, and had just recently finished that not-so-daunting task. His helmet, though, he wanted to do something special with. He wanted to give it its original colors back, as a sort of memorial to his previous squad.

Once he was happy with the design he was setting up, he got to work. As he pulled the trigger, the helmet turned a brilliant yellow. Was he just making himself an easy target by doing this? Most likely. But he didn't really care. To him, it was lucky. Nothing could touch him as long as he had it on. No, if he was honest, it was a bit more than that. It was a memory of better days.

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Postby LaxKnight » Mon Oct 08, 2018 8:46 pm

Victoria simply watched the goings on of the group as Ollie operated. The feeling, or lack thereof, of her hand that was currently off was a feeling no one could ever get used to. Watching him work without feeling it was unsettling, to say the least. However, she didn't let it show; always keeping her icy expression of stoicism.

Something familiar caught her ears. Was that.... a Valhallan accent?

[Rolling Clever to identify the accent.]

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Of course it was. It would make sense for that they would likely be here working on something or helping the undermanned Mechanicus. Curious, she turned to where it came from to see if any Valhallans were there. Their expertise would be welcome.
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Mar 10, 2019 2:43 pm

[[Timeskip]]

It is generally accepted that during the months of winter, combat intensity gradually drops roughly at the same rate as snows pile up.
Cold saps the strength to fight and bad terrain makes travel much harder (except those parts where the ground freezes solid) both sides dig in and stack up their supplies. Those who belong to neither freeze or starve to death, paying the price of their neutrality.

Though the combat may be less intense, the effort to win does not: Plans are drawn, reserves are mustered and strategic positions are secured all in preparation for campaigning season come spring.

We arrive to the present: Snow falls less and less, days grow longer and birds migrate back from the south. Winter is at its last weeks.
5 silhouettes are spotted, they advance effortlessly through the muddy road as it is their natural habitat. Each step identical, each turn in uniform as if they were clocks adjusted by the most observant clockmaker, the Kriegers of the 9453/554th company arrived to the Workshop. 2 of them were different, one appeared to be an officer while the other carried some large crate.

"Requesting Audience of resident Tech Priest" their leader said loudly enough to be heard through the muffling respirator and sudden breeze from the west.

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Postby CyGamer » Mon Mar 11, 2019 1:48 pm

Something shuffled from behind several crates and containers, and the distinct screech of binary carried from behind. Rising up from behind the storage, a servo skull drifted over. Its oculars zooming in on the Krieg leader, its small machine arms clicking and moving about. It hovered just in front of them, eye glass to bionic, before hovering back to its unseen master. As it descended, another shrill blurt of binaric, and then a more, but just barely, human voice sounded.

"Yes, yes, I'm here. What is it you are in need of? Unfocused las lens? Stubber round lodged in the barrel?" From behind the stack of crates, several optics made themselves seen, as four large spider like limbs carried the hunched figure of the tech priest. Chirigus's bionics flicked over, scanning the kriegers and their wares.

"Ah, my apologizes, warriors of Krieg. I thought you were a new recruit untrained in the care of his weapons." The techpriest moved over to the group, slightly looming over them. He saw the crate now, and turned his attention to it.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue Mar 12, 2019 12:33 pm

"Salutations. Apology unneccessary, All uninitated are subject to the expert's judgement." The tall Hauptmann looked up for once.
"Initiating Introductions: This Unit is designated Hauptmann #1-101 of 9453rd Krieg Company, Present Units belong to platoon 2 squad 4, Requesting Designation. Purpose of Arrival: Commission of Unit Combat Support Systems, Requestig Confidentiality to proceed. he continued, apperantly uninclined to reveal more in this open forum.

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Postby CyGamer » Tue May 14, 2019 10:03 pm

Chirigus's looked to the officer, his right bionic screwing closed more. A brief rattle came from the priest chest and a puff of condensation came from where his mouth should be. A servo arm moved down, claw opening towards the crate."I am Enginseer Alexander Chirigus, humble servant of the Omnissiah." the tech priest said to the officer, looking over the bleak figures before him. He was intrigued by their "mission".

"Hauptmann, was it. You should know that as a priest of the Omnissiah I am obliged to report weapons or technologies that are of xenos or heretical affiliation. I hope that your proposal does not breach the Imperial creed." He said, a bit of a joke to his words. He knew that Kriegers were some of the most loyal troop the imperium had, so it was not likely to be an issue."Do not worry about secrecy. I have lived long and though much on my home world. What is this...Weapon?"

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed May 15, 2019 3:01 pm

"Induitably." the officer remarked, perhaps on the first term or the latter, maybe both.
The Officer examined the surrounding area
"Location descreetness insuffucient. Details will be exchanged further Inside."
*lead the way* he signalled with his palm
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"Commission's weaponised usage fits propaganda warfare" #1-101 began once in position. He to converse and the armed troopers to physically block anyone from approaching too close. "Further non weapon uses are possible. The requested project is a modular pict-capture device composed of optic sensor and memory storage. Sensor is required to be capable of recording in intense low light combat conditions, mountable on Helmet Models in use by Krieg, standard Cadian and directly onto head. Memory requirements are capacity of hours of pict record, connectivity to standard Imperial Optical sensors including but not limited to: Pry-Sense Goggles, Photo-Visors, Bionic Eye Implants and Magnoculars. Assembly requirements are endurance in combat conditions, light weight and low profile. Device is to be issued to Officer and Combat Units." He then pointed at the crate still dilligently carried by the trooper
"9453rd Company will supply raw material, general components and scavanged components from raid mission into media commerce centres. Requesting estimated prototype construction period."

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Postby Hobbsy » Thu May 16, 2019 2:14 pm

The workshop would suddenly echo with the sound of a distant voice. What at first sounds like a whisper carried on the wind quickly becomes a one sided conversation in an argumentative tone.

"I'e told you already: I 'ave a note from the front gate! I'm 'ere to pick up what... ye ain't listening to me boy! I'm with the PDF! NO! Not that PDF, the other PDF ya fool!!!"

Although already loud, the voice seems to intensify as the source makes it's way around the workshop.

"Aye, ya don't known nothin'! I've been serving since before ye breathed ye first breath!"

With this an agitated Foster appeared at the entrance of the work shop, followed by an uncertain looking young Cadian. "Oi!" He called out into the building to no one in particular. "I'm 'eve to pick up my.. um suite.".
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Postby CyGamer » Sun May 19, 2019 6:13 pm


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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Wed May 22, 2019 11:41 am

#1-101 attentively listened, or was about to as a loud echo from down the hallway interrupted their solitude. He looked outside.

Without passage of words, one of the units left stationed outside the room gently closed the door. Their steps now muffled indicated a shuffle in their positions.
"Proceed." the officer recentred his attnetion on the Tech Priest.

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Postby Hobbsy » Wed May 29, 2019 3:32 am

When no one replied, Foster began to scan the surroundings for someone to question. Anyone other than the Cadian who was still trying in vain to talk to him. His attention was quickly drawn to the sound of a closing door and movement to his left. There stood a group of soldiers of the death korps of Krieg who, had he not noticed the movement earlier, could have easily have been mistaken for states or idle servitors. Although he hadn't even dealt with one, the old undertaker had been around long enough to recognize the uniform.

Considering it a good place to start, Foster left the other guardsmen at his side and made his way over to the solitary figures. "Aye! Ye aven't seen any of those cog boys in the red robes have ye?" He asked as he stopped before him.
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Postby CyGamer » Wed Jun 05, 2019 5:37 pm

”Ah..yes, the devices.” Chirigus said, his attention brought back to the Krieg officer from the distraction. He turned to a servo skull and in a quick burst of binary sent it towards the front where the grungy undertaker was. After that he spoke once more to #1-101.

”Apologies, some...unfinished business with a previous visitor. Now about your devices. I am...reluctant to do such a task. While you offer the bring the resources, the creation of such devices is not as simple as a few prayers and putting the pieces together. Each spirit must be approached and conferred with, and guide to a purpose. Pict-capture devices are notoriously for their fickle nature, and are very fragile even with the hardiest components.”He explained, eyes whirring around as he tried to put the intricate arcanum language in to words, without divulging too much of the mechanicus secrets. ”Additionally, to do such a task would require the work of many adepts and several senior priest, of which we have a severe lack due to Junior Commissar Talons actions. To take that many off of other war efforts like repairing your weapons, your transports and your voxs is something that would need the approval of higher officers such as Holt or Anya, perhaps both.” More condensed mist sputtered from his mouth, and he turned to sort through some of the supplies in this storage, noticing that the adepts has not been here yet.”Even now we are short handed, and our enemies continue to press in.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Thu Jun 06, 2019 12:48 pm

The Officer took in the information presented and after a moment of proccessing countered.

"Correct in regards to mass industrial scale meant for supplying all forces. Counter proposition: High Command would require prototypes for examination prior to approval and prioritisation, is production of a small number without stressing manpower possible? Addendum: 9453rd Company occupies gate guard duty slots including refugee proccessing, can use of correct minded units be useful for Mechanicus Units replenishment?"

Meanwhile, the group of Kriegers outside chambers remained in their statue like demenour with the one adressed turning it's head towards the disturbance.

It's head cocked from one side to the other, as if clinically appraising a piece of meat then straightned back and coldly replied: "Affirmative. Access restricted, confidential event in proccess. Loud tones disturb the event, cease."

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Postby CyGamer » Thu Jun 06, 2019 4:38 pm

A soft clicking came from behind the metallic skull of Chirigus face, cogitators clicking away at the calculations of logistics of a small group. While feasible, it was still a strain of the bases limited resources. And the addendum."There is more to the rightous task of fabrication than being of a intelluctual mind. It is a spiritual connection, a life time of lore and prayer, a lifestyle of stripping off the shackles of biomatter for holy steel and circuit. Much of the procedures for creation are impossible for those without an understanding of Lingua-technis or Cant Mechanicus." He pulled down a crate of las charge packs, noting how spare it was filled. Guardsmen, always hording munitions. Another sigh and he turned to the leader."I could personally construct a few prototypes, but on a larger scale would be difficult for the mechanicus to handle."

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Out by the guards and Foster, a Servoskull hovered in, its pincers snapping as if it was eager to meet them. As it hovered down begfore them it transmitted the meeting to its master and spoke.

++INITIATING GREETING++
++HELLO; SIR OR MAAM++
+THE PRIEST OF THE OMNISSIAH; PRAISE BE; YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO CONTACT IS BUSY WITH={UNSPECIFIED TASK}
+PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE WITH THE NEAREST ADEPT OR SCRIBE SKULL TO TAKE YOUR NAME, IDENTIFICATION NUMBER, GUTTURAL CALLING, OR OTHER METHOD OF ID.
++PRAISE BE; OMNISSIAH++

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Postby TheRedauthar » Mon Jun 10, 2019 4:57 am

"Suite? Ya going dancing or do ya have somethin' more special in mind?" a gruff voice echoes behind Foster. If Foster turned around he would not see anyone, until he looked down that is.

Thorek marches past, "Nice beard, by the way."

He turns his attention to Chirigus. While Thorek wasn't fond of how the Mechanicus handle things on base, there was a special exception for Chirigus, whom he had grown to largely respect. Even if he still argued or debated proper techniques and tinkering ideas. "Sorry I'm late, you would not believe how many officer I had to salute on the way over here. Looks like were pretty slow today, should I start with cleaning or do ya want me to handle some other task first?"

Thorek is well aware, he is not as skilled as Chirigus, but he'd always rather repair or build over cleaning. And considering the repair shops traffic and usual business, cleaning usually was on the to do list.

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