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Postby Tabitha Maru » Sun Apr 28, 2019 2:37 am

"Oh. Thank you, sir."

Well... that had gone well. Tabitha pulled the cloak the major had handed her over her shoulder and pulled up the hood over her face, partly to get it to sit right and partly to hide her red cheeks. She felt quite foolish, even if none of the sons made any indication of taking any pleasure in her humiliation. Had the other soldier known this and tricked her into taking a cloak several sizes too big? Or had he tried to indicate to her that it was? She honestly didn't know.

She gave Savin a grateful smile when the ratling came to help her, trying to get some practice in moving as instructed. She didn't activate her cloak just yet, waiting for them to get the command to move out to do so. Didn't want to drain any batteries early after all. When Savin activated her cloak, the cadian just watched how it blended with the background. How everything looked distorted and how the cells slowly changed to match the environment around it.

Seeing Levi cover his face in mud and a some of the unseen sons do the same Tabitha decided to follow their example and knelt down to grab some mud to smear over her neck and face. Besides... it'd help hide the blushing.
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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri May 03, 2019 10:15 am

levi halted for a second, as if something was amiss, the corporal looked around before clearing his throat "you can come out now" there was a pause before something shifted and came out slowly from behind a rather large patch of rubble, the something being none other than winston

"and just what are you doing here?" levi asked the creature, who merely snorted at him in response "no, you're not coming with" winston snorted at him again "look they don't make cameoline cloaks your size, no don't give me that look"

unable to suppress a groan levi looked around to see where the group was and tried to consider his options, but he could tell from its body language that the gusion was not going to be deterred "fine, fine....just try to behave yourself alright?"

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Postby QuothTheRaven » Fri May 03, 2019 9:06 pm

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Savin gives a huge grin when she sees Winston and hurries over, "Hello, you! Are you going to be coming with us?"
She offers the big lizard her palm to sniff, rummaging in her ruck for some treats for him.
The ratling glances at Levi "I've missed this big fella while I was laid up. He reminds me of home."

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sun May 05, 2019 9:12 am

Mic glanced at Gabby, before checking who else was within earshot. He shook his head, "Ain't nobody wants to deal with us since the bombs. We're too hot at the moment. Lot of the lads going thirsty. Or worse."

*

"It happens. That's the thing about Guard," Keegan laughed quietly as he stepped away from Tabitha, "Weatherproof cloaks, water-based ink. Anywhere the quill-pushers can save a few gelt."

Cat half-shrugged dismissively at Levi's comment, the officer had much more pressing thoughts to deal with. Like why Keegan was coming with them, why he'd chosen the group he had. Or in fact, why he'd chosen any faces from outside his own regiment. The more thought Yorke applied, the less progress he made.

Levi made sense, and whilst the commissar was instinctively protective of his fellow Mordians, Cat could broadly see why Ema was chosen. Savin he also understood, and while perhaps to Cat it would have made more sense to send Gabby with Brinton, obviously, loyalty was useful.
But Tabi and himself? It couldn't just be to rile up Brinton. Nobody would take that risk on unknown team members.

Stirred from chewing it over by Savin, Yorke smiled, "Been fair reet! Not as..." he waved a finger by his temple in a small gesture of clarity, "...you know, as I'd like, but can't complain. How're you holding up?"
The only way the commissar could privately speak to the small scout with any discretion was to kneel down and pretend to be fixing a loose buckle on his boot, "What do you make of all this?" he murmured, keeping his eyes on the buckles, "Why bring us in at all?"

Straightening up after a moment, Yorke was half surprised by the sudden appearance of Winston in close proximity, but any reaction from the commissar was sidelined by Major Keegan's amusement.
The Unseen Son gave a barking laugh, stepping a little closer, "Nobody said it was a twofer if I brought your bony ass, lad. Can it bite through Tau armour?" he stood with one thumb hooked on his belt, the other holding a flare that he span in his fingers while looking at the giant reptile.

"You hungry?" the major grinned and addressed Winston, before tapping his own chin with the flare in thought, and looking down at the creatures feet, "...Can you dig?"

The Unseen Sons had begun packing down any unused equipment, and clearing the area. In a few moments it was as though nothing had ever been there, the extras secreted away.

"So," Keegan began strolling towards the edge of the base, expecting the group to follow, "The camp is in the remains of the true city. Broken cover, but lots of it... But more importantly... Most importantly," he smiled like a shark and pointed the battered paving, "Sewers. We can pop up right in their midst if we find the right access tunnel. Tau don't know it. Rebels don't expect us to get dirty. Or they wouldn't place a camp right over a sewer network."

The group reached the gate, and wordlessly the Cadians on duty parted, knowing better than to question Keegan, but paying some curious attention to the rest of the group. A couple gave a friendly wave or nod once the major had passed by, familiar faces from the Foxhole or drill.

(( Brinton's party will be up today as well ))

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Postby QuothTheRaven » Sun May 05, 2019 8:07 pm

Commissar Cat wrote:"Been fair reet! Not as..." he waved a finger by his temple in a small gesture of clarity, "...you know, as I'd like, but can't complain. How're you holding up?"
The only way the commissar could privately speak to the small scout with any discretion was to kneel down and pretend to be fixing a loose buckle on his boot, "What do you make of all this?" he murmured, keeping his eyes on the buckles, "Why bring us in at all?"

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The conversation with Cat cut short, Savin mulls over his question, and the implied warning. Frankly, the ratling hadn't even thought that there would be anything sinister about the Major's motive, even if there was animosity in the ranks, she never would've thought it would manifest while out in the field. And the implication that they were being brought along specifically for retaliation...
She glances toward Cat, weren't commissars supposed to stop dissention in the ranks? Still, it would be smart to keep her eyes sharp.

Major Keegan wrote:"So," Keegan began strolling towards the edge of the base, expecting the group to follow, "The camp is in the remains of the true city. Broken cover, but lots of it... But more importantly... Most importantly," he smiled like a shark and pointed the battered paving, "Sewers. We can pop up right in their midst if we find the right access tunnel. Tau don't know it. Rebels don't expect us to get dirty. Or they wouldn't place a camp right over a sewer network."

Savin glances down and groans softly. A sewer would mean long, cover-free lanes of fire, tight and narrow. It would be a meat grinder if they got caught in a fight underground.
As they leave the gates, she quickens her steps, getting up level with the major, "Sir, should I scout on ahead?"

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Postby Commissar Cat » Mon May 06, 2019 6:00 am

Keegan gave Savin a quietly amused expression, as if to ask what else would be expected of her, "...Yes?"

*

Nearby at the gate, Brinton's group were having much less luck with the slightly obtuse Cadians.
Never exactly fans of the Second Sons, and significantly less likely to face repercussions for messing with them, the gate guard were processing things ponderously slowly.
Brinton stood with his hands on his hips, an increasingly sour expression on his face. He was yet to lose his temper, such was beneath him. But by the Throne was it close.

"I see clearance for a mount, but not an ogryn. Can you ride an ogryn, Vince?" a corporal slid a mess of papers across the bench to his comrade, "I mean we wouldn't want to do something wrong, now, would we?"
The other shook his head, "Not with all the heightened security lately, you know after that patrol went wrong and we lost the wall."

Just beyond was the tantalising sight of open terrain, such as it was.
The half mile closest to base had been long since cleared, but beyond that, flattened cityscape was beginning to be gradually reclaimed by fauna, a slow creep of grasses and vines across rubble and shorn pieces of architecture.
And beyond that, their objective. The Lieutenant ground his teeth and waited.

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Postby Tabitha Maru » Tue May 07, 2019 2:50 pm

It had taken some work, but she had finally gotten the cloak to lie comfortably when Winston showed himself. She watched Levi talk with his companion and when he gave his permission for the large lizard to stay she reached out her hand hand gave the large creature a friendly petting. It had been quite some time since she first got to know the creature and she was starting to be rather fond of the beast.

The major seemed pleased at having him tag along, though she wondered how they'd manage to get him out of the sewers by the time they reached the enemy camp. Still... it'd be good to have Winston along in case they'd meet some sewer-mutants down there. That was a thing, right? She was sure she'd heard about other guardsmen talk about sewer-mutants. Well... underhive mutants anyways... but that was basically the same thing, right? That might not have been on this planet though. Though it was probably a better idea to assume there would be sewer mutants than assume there wouldn't be.

As they passed by the gate she waved at some of her compatriots, smiling at them and exchanging the odd greeting. Still, she made a point not to tarry though. Keeping pace with the group so she wouldn't get the major or the sergeant to yell at her. As they left the party behind she looked at the ruined cityscape ahead of her, taking a deep breath as they left the safety behind.
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Postby CyGamer » Tue May 07, 2019 4:09 pm

Mordred had remained quiet, listening to the plan, taking in the details. This would be an interesting operation, as he remembered his reprimands from Holt. Excessive and fatal disciplinary measures. He was not to discipline anyone without Brintons orders. Well it would be a way to better understand other regiments. He looked around, and noticed that the Ogryn was still following him. He looked over his shoulder, frowning at the large abhuman but saying nothing about it. He'd seen enraged Ogryns rip Carver wolves in half before, and decided that unless it was an issue not to bother Dug. As the cadians delayed the group, the knight started to grow restless along side Brinton.
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Postby Riveris » Tue May 07, 2019 5:29 pm

Between the two sulking officers was the looming giant that was dug. He had his pack next to him and was calmly going threw the items on a small laminated list of images. the first image was that of a auto cannon:Gun? he heaved the large weapon with one hand. and gave a small nod "check...." he murmured to himself next was his boots: were they tied? yes. Then his helmet and dust mask: were they on his side right now? He patted it and nodded "check" What about flack armor? he thumped it twice. Muttering quietly to not disturb the good officers he went threw his list looking at the pictures on them.

The last thing on his list was a image of the ammo drums used for the weapon. His brow furrowed as he thought. He was so posed to have a number of them. He pushed his thumb into the fingers as he tried to think of what number it was in the pile. It was more than one. He knew one. He then saw the image of a human next to it. AH. He was so posed to ask for help on this. Eventually he would have send a meaty finger into the shoulder of an officer but who? Officer Notahcommissar....Mordred or Officer he was told to fallow.....one of the two were anyways.... He decided to chose the other one who patted him. Officer Brinton and would rather gently tap his shoulder before asking "Scuse me Suh. How many is this?" he asked as he moving his other hand a towards the three ammo drums on the ground neatly next to his pack.

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Postby Hobbsy » Tue May 07, 2019 8:05 pm

As much as he enjoy the sight to Brinton getting upset, Paxton was also inpatient. The battle awaited in the open grounds beyond and the sooner they get out there, the sooner the pompous twat could meet with his impending accident.

Slinging his lasgun, the nco moved up to the corporal to have a quiet word with him. "Hey, friend. As much as I am enjoying this, we do actually need to get out there or we're going to be late. You see, we have a tana party with some rebels relate to when the wall fell over and we really wouldn't want to miss that. Now would we? Tell you what, you let us through and I'll leave my flask for when you two get off duty. Sound fair?".

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Wed May 08, 2019 9:36 am

"you mean my homeworld doesn't hold a monopoly on man-eating reptiles?" levi remarked at savin in a friendly banter type of tone "well this shatters my whole universe" his attention quickly turned back to his mount who's inclusion keegan seemed find rather amusing if the laughter was any indication. either way the deathworlder was thankful the major was in a good mood.

"yes on both counts" he answered the majors questions about whether he could bite through tau bodyarmour or dig "only thing he can't do is fly" winston for his part licked his teeth at the sound of food being offered as he advanced with the group, clearly liking the attention sent his way while levi focused on the new information disclosed by keegan as they moved towards the gate. the idea of using the sewer network as a vector appealed highly to the corporal "sewers eh? nice, after this the damn sods will be terrified of even going near a privy, let alone use one"

as they passed through the gate levi put on his game face "come on" he muttered to savin as he walked past her and keegan, checking that his cloak covered most of everything as he darted ahead "last one to report back is a corpse starch ration"

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Postby QuothTheRaven » Wed May 08, 2019 5:51 pm

blinddeadmcjones wrote: "last one to report back is a corpse starch ration"

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"Ugh, perish the thought cher, I wouldn't be caught dead as one of those tasteless crimes against the culinary arts!"
Savin laughs as she hurries to keep pace with Levi's longer legged stride.

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Commissar Cat wrote:Nearby at the gate, Brinton's group were having much less luck with the slightly obtuse Cadians.
Never exactly fans of the Second Sons, and significantly less likely to face repercussions for messing with them, the gate guard were processing things ponderously slowly.
Brinton stood with his hands on his hips, an increasingly sour expression on his face. He was yet to lose his temper, such was beneath him. But by the Throne was it close.

"I see clearance for a mount, but not an ogryn. Can you ride an ogryn, Vince?" a corporal slid a mess of papers across the bench to his comrade, "I mean we wouldn't want to do something wrong, now, would we?"
The other shook his head, "Not with all the heightened security lately, you know after that patrol went wrong and we lost the wall."

Just beyond was the tantalising sight of open terrain, such as it was.
The half mile closest to base had been long since cleared, but beyond that, flattened cityscape was beginning to be gradually reclaimed by fauna, a slow creep of grasses and vines across rubble and shorn pieces of architecture.
And beyond that, their objective. The Lieutenant ground his teeth and waited.

(( What's a plot topic without deeply unhelpful NPC guardsmen? ))


Colour Sergeant Fothergill-Scott marched forward towards Lieutenant Brinton's squad, his medals bright and shining, almost as much as his parade boots. He snapped to attention in front of Brinton, cracking off a crisp salute. He handed Brinton a sheaf of paper.

"My transfer orders Sah, I heard you were in need of volunteers for a distraction. Colour Sergeant Fothergill-Scott, Praetorian 24th Regiment of Foot, at your command. Apologies for the delay, Administratum bureaucracy held me up."

He had previously been on punishment detail elsewhere in the barracks and had been held up ensuring the appropriate amount of sarcasm and snark had accompanied the beastings. A necessity for any self respecting senior NCO in the Guard. Ave Imperator!

He looked at the gate guards who were smart arsing around and holding up the squad.

"Insubordination is it eh lads? Well, I hope you know what the consequences for that are? Doesn't matter what world you're from lads, impeding an Officer on official business is a capital offence."
He then drew his las pistol and pointed it squarely in the face of the senior gate guard.
"On your order Sah." he said, looking over to Brinton for approval.

"Unless I've got myself mixed up here? And that's not what I saw and you were just checking orders prior to clearing our way. Which one is it lads? Time is of the essence here. Tick-tock and all that."

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Postby LaxKnight » Wed May 08, 2019 11:12 pm

Gabby frowned but nodded. This was exactly what she feared.

“That’s why we’re here. Get some goodwill back while getting some vengeance,” she answered.

She made a mental note to gather a crew to ‘persuade’ some suppliers after this.

It was at this time that the Major spoke up again, illustrating his plan with the addition that they were going in through the sewer. Sewers. Gabby kept a straight face. No one wants to go through the sewers but Gabby can say she’s been in worse. Naris didn’t seem like the place that would have Chem-Sharks. At least she will have a respirator this time around. As Keegan moved out Gabby gave a hand signal for them to form up around him. With Merovech issued lasgun in hand, every few steps she would turn around, walking backwards, to make sure people keeping up before spinning to walk forward again. The waves and nods from the Cadians didn’t go unnoticed but Gabby didn’t care. She knew they weren’t for her. She had a job to do.
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Postby Fates End » Sun May 12, 2019 9:15 pm

Good god. What was that, and why was it wearing so much red?

To say the Color Sergeant's attire confused Wolf was an understatement. But the man's actions . . . Those made a great deal more sense.

Taking a page from the less vocal members of the Death Korps, the lanky Grenadier let his presence speak more than any words.

Settling into position behind the Praetorian Color Sergeant, the battered Grenadier took a deep breath, causing his aged helmet's respirator to produce a loud and lengthy "Schiiiiiick" as he casually held his lasgun.

The weapon was old, obviously. The wooden stock having seen better days, like most of his gear. The barrel, though. The barrel gleamed with lethal intent, pointed just at the feet of the Cadians, with the not so subtle indication that it could be raised swiftly higher should they argue with the Color Sergeant.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue May 14, 2019 1:53 pm

@ The Gate with Brinton:

"Scuse me Suh. How many is this?" he asked as he moving his other hand a towards the three ammo drums on the ground neatly next to his pack.

Brinton was pulled from his silent fuming, and glanced at Dug.
With the patience of a teacher or perhaps an older brother, he took hold of the hand that had tapped him in both off his own. Extending Dug's fingers, he then counted down on them, as he pointed to the drums, "Okay. One, two, three. Three, Dug. That's enough. Pack them up carefully."
The lieutenant let go of the ogryn's hand and patted it to confirm the abhuman was doing a Good Job.

The Second Son turned around again just as Paxton had finished quietly negotiating with the Cadian Corporal.
The corporal nodded, "Understood comrade, we just get the short end of the stick out here, especially now there's a sodding great hole to guard as well-"
He stopped short as Fothergill Scott pressed his point and his pistol to the Cadian group's NCO, a female sergeant who had been idly flicking through the papers with no real agenda.
She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but taking the message seriously, "As if. You would never leave your barracks again without paperwork drowning you, Perray holds grudges."
Seeing Wolf shift behind the Praetorian, the sergeant racked up the papers and then stapled them neatly back together, before nodding, "Go on then, carry on. We can finish this up here without you."

[[ Cadian Forceful roll: 0 + 2 to withstand the threats. Collectively the point got across but she isn't shook. ]]

Brinton exhaled, not realising he'd been holding his breath, then straightened up, "Alright, move out."

Once clear of the gate, he pointed across the ruined streets, towards where cover began to thin out, "We need to cover a lot of ground, and quickly. The camp will know we're coming, that's good. But we need to get there fast enough that they cannot prepare fully."
Starting a jog, he signaled for everyone to keep pace with him.

[[ Quick rolls, as you move through the next mile. It is tough but a 1 keeps pace.
If a 0 or below, make a Forceful roll of 2 or you have lagged behind the group..]]


@ In the ruins with Keegan:
"We're looking for a large storm drain. The grate may have been salvaged for metal scrap, but the entrance and exit should be clear enough. Listen for water if you're not sure." Keegan spoke clearly in the relative silence.
Waving the scouts off, he called out, "Cover us while we search, we may need help from your pet to dig rubble if it's collapsed though."

Pointing to Gabby, Ema, and the Unseen Son nearest to them, he then pointed to a section of collapsed street, banking gently downwards, "You three, check that out."

"You, Stretch, that side." he waved Cat and two remaining Unseen Sons to the opposite, more intact side of the street. The commissar looked slightly surprised at his inclusion, and a third Unseen Son stepped silently beside the trio as they headed over to inspect the ruins. There was visible discomfort as Cat glanced back at Keegan.

The major regarded Tabitha and the remaining guardsman, "We're checking the warehouse. It may not have a grate, but the basement is deep enough that there may be a break into the drain network."
He gestured to the broken foundations of a shelled warehouse, the basement steps now mostly demolished.

(( Sneaky rolls from Levi and Savin.
Everyone: Clever to search for the drain.
Tabi is looking for flowing water in the basement, rather than a drain.
Everyone else is looking for either a large square storm drain entrance or an outflow pipe.
Roll Clever and I'll write what you find.))

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Tue May 14, 2019 2:37 pm

He was about to intervene, to gut that shithead in front of the entire gate as befits treatment of a shithead NCO but as it was too late and they got through. As they were leaving he gave a solemn nod to the Cadian Sergeant, giving off the message of 'Yes, we have to live with that guy'.

Now the kid's running! Why must they be running? They will arrive exhausted to the staging ground and less able to fight. Montgomery inhaled and exhaled fast, running is a young man's game as they always said and he was ancient by imperial guard standards for meatshields. He is not made for cross country, Sergeant Majors are natural sprinters, Very Dangerous over short distances

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0+1 Quick =1 TOTAL

He's in the rearguard now, where the Sergeant Major's duties are to keep an eye for strays and encourage the rest to move on.
*Huff huff, nghff* "Steady Breathing" *Huff ppfff* "Don't stop" Huuf ffff "Damn Xenofuckers couldn't be closer?" he muttered, rather than yelled, and more to himself than to the rest.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Tue May 14, 2019 6:41 pm

The nearest Unseen Son studied Cat as the commissar's eyes scanned the street rubble, "Don't suppose you remember me, sir." he leaned in and murmured.
Cat nodded without looking up, "You tried to hijack a truck from under Lieutenant Neskovich. Ballsy."
The guardman smiled, it wasn't a reassuring smile, but the commissar wasn't looking, "You broke my nose."
"Any time." Yorke shrugged turned away, not paying attention to the conversation as he listened for the sound of trickling water.

He paced along, following the faint echo beneath the street, difficult this high above the level of the sewers. They needed to drop down lower, like Keegan suggested.
Done searching the street and side alley, Cat and the three Unseen Sons slunk into the ruins of an old archway cafe, vanishing from sight as they headed below. Dropping to silence once more, the street was serene for a few moments.

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Postby rodbob » Tue May 14, 2019 8:12 pm

Commissar Cat wrote:@ The Gate with Brinton:
He stopped short as Fothergill Scott pressed his point and his pistol to the Cadian group's NCO, a female sergeant who had been idly flicking through the papers with no real agenda.
She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but taking the message seriously, "As if. You would never leave your barracks again without paperwork drowning you, Perray holds grudges."
Seeing Wolf shift behind the Praetorian, the sergeant racked up the papers and then stapled them neatly back together, before nodding, "Go on then, carry on. We can finish this up here without you."

[[ Cadian Forceful roll: 0 + 2 to withstand the threats. Collectively the point got across but she isn't shook. ]]

Brinton exhaled, not realising he'd been holding his breath, then straightened up, "Alright, move out."

Once clear of the gate, he pointed across the ruined streets, towards where cover began to thin out, "We need to cover a lot of ground, and quickly. The camp will know we're coming, that's good. But we need to get there fast enough that they cannot prepare fully."
Starting a jog, he signaled for everyone to keep pace with him.

[[ Quick rolls, as you move through the next mile. It is tough but a 1 keeps pace.
If a 0 or below, make a Forceful roll of 2 or you have lagged behind the group..]]


Fothergill-Scott replaced his pistol in his holster, took out a small notepad and jotted down the names and serial numbers of the gate guards. Recommendations for the next round of punishment detail.

As he passed the female Sergeant he said in an authoritarian tone "Orders are orders Sergeant, make sure your troopers don't make the same mistake a second time. Lieutenant Perray is a decent officer from what I have seen. It's a shame you're shitting on her reputation with your actions, or rather, inaction in this case. Save the scorn for the real enemy. When I get back, I'm happy to discuss this further, I hear the Kriegers have a suitable place for Regimental relations."

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[[0+2 from Fothergill-Scott's base QUICK= 2 - easy success]]

He fell into step behind Brinton and easily kept pace as the Lieutenant set of at a brisk jog. He had seen Sergeant Major Montgomery's sly look shared between himself and the Cadian and was gratified to see the arrogant arse was falling behind during the run. Even his attempts at motivational shouting were lackluster. What is this world coming to? he thought to himself. Still, the man was a Sergeant Major and that meant he was higher in the chain of command than him. He may not like the man, but he respected his rank, the man had earned that.

He jogged next to Brinton for a brief moment, "Apologies if I overstepped my bounds there Sah, respect for the rank is something I take very seriously." With that, he fell back and provided the proper 'motivation' for the forward elements of the group.
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Postby Hobbsy » Tue May 14, 2019 9:08 pm

Commissar Cat wrote:The corporal nodded, "Understood comrade, we just get the short end of the stick out here, especially now there's a sodding great hole to guard as well-"
He stopped short as Fothergill Scott pressed his point and his pistol to the Cadian group's NCO, a female sergeant who had been idly flicking through the papers with no real agenda.

Paxton gave a smile, until he found the las pistol levelled over his left shoulder. Following the red sleeve he found the colour sergeant backed by the Krieger in support. This was enough to raise an eyebrow. Not only did it seem that everyone's patience had gone out the window, but it would seem like this frontal assault was also an attempt to thin out the ranks of the senior ncos on base.

As the group was finally allowed to pass on the Valhallan reached into his coat and handed over a thermos to the Cadian, patting his shoulder as he left. As the group began to run, Paxton keep up a good pace behind Brinton. You could even say he mantained an arms reach length between them. Although he wasn't known for his foot power, there was no way he was letting he quarry get away from him. Not as other witnesses dropped behind. They were outside the fence now, he had to be ready for his opportunity.

[[Roll to run. Roll=1+2 quick=3. Easily done.
Roll to find or spot an opportunity to silence Brinton. Roll=-1+2 careful=1]]


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