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Malakais question is met with a friendly smile "That depends... I know some people, yes. What kind of help where you thinking of?"

Meanwhile the card game goes it's course, with the usual streaks of winners and loosers. Suprisingly the young PDF medic Teodore seems to learn really fast, getting a pretty good grasp of the rules and sharp understanding of his chances. All "fun and play" aside, the other players keep the stakes in ranges that are at least kind of reasonable. No reason to let things spiral out of hand to a point where bad blood remains between winners and loosers, but who knows if the newcomers show the same restraint.


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Teodore seemed pleased with himself. Taking his modest earnings, he attempts to "cash out and head home for the night."

"Well I'll call that a win for the home team. Not a bad night for me."

"Now, I think I'll retire to my modest quarters and try to forget that there's a war going on. See yah'all in the morning."

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Cork, Ireland

Malakai kept his faze low, almost hunched over the table. "I need something to.. ease some things...in my head. Stimms and the like." He looked ashamed avoiding eye contact but he continued "I know a smuggler when I see one, most campaigns have a few skimming something off the top. In return, if you'll have me I can show you a few things about surviving this war with the greenskins."

Adamo cried out as another card was revealed on the table, although Malakai wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. If Adamo kept by his side here after everything that happened, then Malakai guessed he would follow him anywhere.

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Erc shook his head and got up from the table with the PDF medic. He gruffly slapped on the back and gave him a grin,

"We'll have to keep you alive long enough to get back. Maybe we can win some real Thrones around here?"

Njal had also heard enough for the night. He still was not 100% sure what he was getting into out there, but this was the guard. Nothing was certain. With his crew starting to break up for the evening, he figured it was time for him to head out too.

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Malakais Question results in Tambo relaxing somewhat. "No need to be ashamed, my friend. We all need a little... help sometime to deal with life. And yes, I know a guy, who knows a guy... I'm sure I can find something for you."


In time, the evening dwindles out and you find your way back to your baracks - in a more or less drunken state - and retire for the night. Should Simond have hoped to not spend that alone, Wyona would have been the wrong adress and would have been very firm, should he not get the message on the first try. Meanwhile Teodore can celebrate a small win from the cardgame while not only M'Gele finds himself a bit short of thrones. On the next morning, Commissar Cole field promotes Wyona to a full blown sergeant as per your choice, which you celebrate later with a little cake the cook of the mess tent has somehow organized for the occasion - your status as "heroes" likely playing its part.
As you mentioned your desire for some reinforcements experienced in fighting the Xenos and specifically mention Adamo and Malakai, both Brontians are transfered to your little squad, rounding it up as the motley crew you are.

You spend the comming days on the grounds of the depot, some of you just relaxing in the quiet before the storm, others making contacts with the other regiments over a beer or a game of scrumball, getting busy with the Chimera that was assigned to your squad or stocking up your equipment to have it easier next time you have to deal with the greenskins. Meanwhile your regiments do their best to bolster Skrynnes defences and relieve the pressure on Brontians and PDF alike. While you can't vouch for the competence of the planetary command, at least locally they seem to be sensible enough to deploy them according to their strengths, for example using the Death Korps expertise to fortify the positions and set up artillery, deploying Simonds mounted comrades as fast shock attack troops and mobile scouts, while the St. Paulus troopers are mostly deployed fighting from their armored vehicles, where they suffer less from the climate. As light infantry, the Askaris start patrols within the jungle, scouting and setting ambushes, but soon suffer some losses, as the death world jungle is quite a different beast compared to their homeworld.

Finally you are summoned to one of the local command post were a Captain Mortimer Thruel is awaiting you. There you have to get in line as several squads are filing in and out of a half dozen of these posts, getting debriefed or receiving new orders, as the struggle for control over the planet continues. Thruel is a veteran liason officer from the local pdf and has a rather grim and gruffy demeanor. Overall you have the impression as if he sees you just as some more meat for the grinder, as long as he hasn't seen you survive out there, where not just the Orks, but according to him "every damn pest and most of the plants" are actively trying to kill you. A fact that - as you get the impression - a lot of the new arrived soldiers miscalculated.

Thruel flips through some notes and addresses you:
“Your performance during the landing has drawn quite a bit of attention to your squad. Now, that you made all your pretty pics and had some rest, it's time to do the emperors work again. You’re being sent on a brief detached assignment. It involves a trip several hours away from the base and I need you to look sharp and do your best. Remember how bad it would look on the recruitement posters, if you get your A**es kicked. I’m not sure how long this is going to take, but don’t dawdle. You’re needed back here as quickly as possible. Any questions before I delve into the details?”

The mission he then lays out for you is pretty straight forward. Roughly 250 kloms from the depot is a promethium refinery, which he also shows on a rugged looking map, indicating the direction and intervening terrain. 6 days ago, the Imperials lost contact with the refinery. While the reasons for that are unknown, Ork involvement is highly likely. Therefore your task is to travel to the facility, find out what happened, take it back from the greenskins if necessary and call back to base reporting status using a high powered vox in your Chimera. He also already warns you, that it is likely, that you will be tasked to hold the refinery until reinforcements arrive. Due to the current planetary conditions and the stage of the war effort, no air support or transit is available.
All in all you have a mixed feeling on the mission. It's neither a suicide mission as Teodore anticipated nor a pointless ceremonial one to keep you safe. Just... average looking what the other troopers on base have to do.

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Njal scratched his beard as he listened and watched the briefing. He couldn't wait until Tambo got that war knife, first order of business was to use it to shave this beard off! He had seen how sharp those things got.

He did not relish the idea of going 250 Kloms to the refinery. It wasn't riding in the Furnace that bothered him. It was the idea of riding in it all the way through a jungle full of dangerous flora and fauna. It was one thing for the weather to try and kill you, but everything else too!

Njal threw a salute, "Captain, do we have any intel on the route to the refinery? Is it navigable via armor?"

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Teodore sighed with relief when he heard the news. It didn't sound as bad he feared. Although the part about taking the refinery back didn't sound too good. He wondered though if they were going to get to take the Chimera or not...

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Cork, Ireland

Malakai clutched a pouch at his side, keeping his new found stimms close at hand. With the alcohol being watered down as it was, it was the only thing keeping his head straight outside of battle. As the Captain laid out the details of the upcoming mission, he suspected he would get a strong dose of the latter soon enough. "The refinery fell silent? No warning of an attack? Could be Ork Kommandos" he scowled particularly at the mention of the sneaky gitz.

Adamo wasn't his usual self. He lost some thrones at the card game and was quiet, fidgeting with some shell casing he carried around his neck. "Wouldn't surprise me of it was...we can't underestimate them."

"We won't." Declared Malakai, continuing "Not this time".

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Simond scratched his chin.

"Captain." Simond threw a casual salute. "If there is a road, the orks may ambush us along it. It's an obvious route." He bit his lip.

"If we attempt to screen or take another route we have the beasts and plants of the forest to contend with, as well as the orks. I am not losing a horse before we get to the actual battle."

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Captain Thruel aknowledges that you at least seem to have your mind on the mission and replies to your questions. "There is no specific roads in this area. In better times we used to airlift the personell of the refinery in and out, but that's no option at the moment. But we have some endemic herbivors the size of a Baneblade that usually leave gametrails that stay open for some days, before the vegetation claims them again and the locals tend to use those to get through the jungle if they must." he looks in his dosier and adds "Your Chimera was fitted with a dozer blade and hedgecutters... That should help you get through most of the stuff. Your driver hails from an ice world? Good, I assume you know how to drive with your brain instead of just flooring the gaspedal and trying to get there in a straight line. It sucks to backtrack a klom, but believe me, it's worth it at times."

Regarding Malakais and Adamos comment he says "The refinery only had the most basic communication equipment and the local weather sometimes messes with the signals, especially during heavy rains. Reliable enough to call for pickup every other week, but it would not be too surprising if their call just wasn't picked up. But who knows..." he shruggs and teases you a bit "Maybe you poor bastards are lucky and there are Kommandos sneaking around. All the more glory to our great heroes, am I right?"
"And before you ask: the internal vox on your Chimera has enough power to punch through the atmosphere even when it's raining frogs. So as long as you don't get your attenea shot of, you should be fine."

Finally he adresses simond directly: "I can only recommend you to not needlesly stray away from the Chimera and your comrades in the jungle. And use the ankle protection and protective salve that's on your assigned gear on your steed, or the rusty-rot will eat up its legs before you get there."

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Njal glanced at Erc Redhand, who gave a non-committal shrug.

He had a feeling that the furnace wouldn't make it all the way to the refinery, and that the squad was going to have to boot it in. The terrain did not seem suitable for the beast, and he was not sure he had the chops to handle it. Afterall, he was only a back-up driver.


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Teodore nodded, seeming quite relieved to hear that they wouldn't have to hike across the jungles. His family had been well off enough so that he personally never had to deal with too much death world stuff, but he was well aware of how bad it was out there.

"Alright so we'll get there, take a look around and then when we see nothing we'll head back. Sounds like a good plan to me," he muttered.



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Simond smiles and holds the captain's eye, "And keep my lance ready to blow off any beast's head, you don't have to worry about me dealing with them, sir." He adds with a grin. This is more his speed.
Spoiler:
i imagine the horse could also have something like the roman horse sandals, steel shoes that tie around the hoof and protect the bottom of the foot like so .

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Krieg! What a hole...

''Do we have materials to fortify the area once we get there? Plans to deploy Engineers or Assault Pioneers to reinforce the position once it is secured? What about nearby forces? Anyone nearby that needs to know we're there, to avoid wasting munitions on friendlies? And artillery support?''

Poncho asked a barrage of questions after the captain spoke, his tone was measured, seeking only details rather than making it sound like a challenge against the captain. For the briefing, the ex-Grenadier was unmasked.

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Cork, Ireland

Malakai listened to his new squad members as they l focused on various different aspects of the mission. It reflected their training and background. He was always a quick learner. He hoped things turned out better this time, but he was no fool. "The Krieger is right, provided we even manage to retake the refinery, holding it will require additional reinforcement or resources. The orkz don't like it when we take things back from them, especially when they can fight for it."

Adamo for his part pointed at the jungle itself "If greenskins have compromised the refinery, they is a good chance they have begun to wade into the surrounding jungle too. Luckily for us they should be easy to spot and avoid, however they do tend to have a tendency to rile up the local wildlife. Either way we should not overlook navigating the jungle itself. This world is.. dangerous. I'm sure the local boy can attest to that". Adamo grinned in Theodore's direction for a moment.

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The captains explanation, that your lot would have to hold the refinery until further reinforcements arrive, runs a bit against Teodores hope to just take a look, but overall it seems to be well within the realm of possibility that in the end the whole thing is just some issue with the sites comm arrangement.

Simonds confidend boast earns him a look with mixed feelings between respect for his eagerness to engage the enemy and a pinch of sadness after seeing too many young soldiers equally eagerly running into an early dead. "Just don't get cocky out there. The greenskins look dumb, but every now and then theycan be brutally cunning..."

Ponchos question is met by a vague waving of Thruels hand "Unclear on the material to say the least. There should be a considerable amount of spare parts for the refinery - metal pipes, sheats of corrugated metal, barrels. Usually a couple of service vehicles and forklifts to move stuff around. But should the orks have taken the place, who knows what they left of it. And afterwards: what little engineers we have are engaged in helping us to hold the spaceports. So you will have to make due.
I'm not aware of friendly forces along your expected route, but there might still be locals somewhere in the area. More than one adventurous group decided to try their luck hiding in the jungle until all of this blows over. Also the Navy sometimes flies bombing runs and dogfights the greenskin pilots, but so far both airforces should not be too hard to distinguish." he implies regarding the Orks tendency to capture and reuse imperial vehicles if possible.
"We have no artillery to speak of left for strategic use. All is deployed at the skyports. But so far the Warbosses on the other side seem to keep it the same way and we haven't encountered much indirect fire from the other side either. If that info helps you in any way."

Malakais comment is answered with a sarcastic little snigger "oh you don't say. Of course the bastards will try to fight you for it. Regardless of them being able to get the refinery back or not, but just for the fun of it. I'll be frank with you: I can in no way promise which, when and even if reinforcements will arrive. All I can say is that your orders is to take it, call back and wait for them. Everything else is in the emperors hands."
Towards Adamo he mentions nodding towards Tambo and M'Gele "According to my paperwork your two comrades over there have made their scouting lanyard. So as far as the Administrativum goes, you are perfectly good to find your way through whatever the jungle throws at you..." the two Askaris send each other a slightly uncomfortable look, unsure if they will be up to the task in this environment.

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While the captain - regardless of his grumpiness - seems willing to give you the time to prepare as best as you can, he has to wrap up your briefing soon, as the next squad is already shuffling its feet outside. Therefore you get handed a pretty rough map as well as a requisition-slip signed by the Thruel, instructing the supply depot officer to hand out your mission assignment gear to you. Unfortunatly the paper it is written on seems to be of the cheapest quality and not really up to the damp climate, so that some of the writing is already kind of fuzzy from the ink bleeding through. You can just hope that you'll still get what's important for your mission
As you make your way towards the main administration bunker, Tambo talks Wyona into letting him talk with the staff sergeant tasked with handing it your gear, argueing that he already knows the woman from the last days and would like to wish her farewell before you go on your mission. A moment later M'Gele involves her in a chat about the dangers of the jungle while the senior guardsmen seems to "improve" the readability of your procurement slip a little bit. Should that be noted by his comrades he answers with a look and gesture basically saying "no one will ever know..."
Spoiler:

So the gear would have been:
your Chimera, Heavy Bolter and 300 rounds of ammo, 6 demo charges, 2 week rations, Damp weather gear
rolling to get our mission assignment gear: our logistics score for it is 5, but Tambo seemed to have fiddled a bit with the slip... (+10 from Scavengers)
=> 30 , 2 degrees of failure. OK, could have been worse. So we loose 2 of the items. Rolled for it: the demo charges and the damp weather gear are gone. Instead you get:
a case of 20 grenades (Stun), a case of 100 copies of the uplifting primer (lol! )


Arriving at the depot counter, the Askari hands over the slip, which seems to have already degraded even more since you left the command post. At least the Staff sergeant seems to have quite some trouble identifying the allowed items. As she gets back with a servitor carrying two big baskets on his back, Wyona gives way to the need to speak out some not very ladylike comments about the obvious stupidity about her really thinking that the slip might have talked about a good 100 copies of the infantrymens uplifting primer and the likelyness of those being any help with the greenskins. Tambo meanwhile grabs a bunch of grenades from the basket and distributes them between his comrades with a silent wisper that they might want to stow those away out of sight until you all left the compound. Apart from that the Munitorum seems to have deemed you are in need of rations, a crew served heavy bolter with ammo (that none of you feels really competent using) as well as rations for two weeks that won't agitate you with useless balast such as "flavor" or "nutritional value". On the negative site you realize that you are a bit lacking on spare, easy to dry clothing as you have seen it on other troopers as well as means to purify water aside of cooking it.

Nonetheless, that could have gone worse. You return to your compound, say farewell to the friends you made in the last days and board your Chimera, which was outfitted with a dozerblade with integrated hedgecutter and an upgrade to its vox, that is protuding on the outside of the turret - which also means that you should be careful not to get shot at to the back of the turret to not loose it before you can contact the base from the refinery. With that you head out of the compounds main gate, where traces of various other squads entering the jungle in various directions speak of the ongoing war effort and the routine of your mission.

Tambo and M'Gele spend as much time as possible sitting outside on the hull of the Chimera to get a bearing of your surroundings and help navigate the jungle as they claim. But you soon realize that they just dread the "cold" of the Chimera that Njal and Erc regulate through the AC to a temperature the two jungle worlders just deem too freezing for their taste. Not that the others mind, it's just that Thoth seems to be a lot hotter then Skrynne. Both Askaris have at least dyed their garments a darker, less colorfull shade of purple and donned a Chameleoline cloak on top of it, which does a good job in blending into its surroundings. But over time you realize that the stealthy capes are faulty products, every now and then glitching and running through different shapes and colors for some seconds before returning to normal. A compromise that was necessary to get the rare items on such short notice. Additionally Tambo has procured an old and rustic looking Long-las, which he keeps cleaning and polishing, trying to get it into as good a shape as possible - but still everyone in your team familiar with imperial weaponry realizes, that the sniper weapon will not be the most reliable.
Spoiler:
I will treat the bad quality of the Chameleoline Cloak by rolling a d100 whenever I use it. On a 91:99 it just doesn't work, on a 100 the stealth test fails as the thing starts to pulse red and yellow
Feel free to describe your procured items as you see fit if you want to.


Simond and Balwin have taken care to protect their horses legs as good as possible and heed the words of the locals to not head to far from the Chimera on their own. Which would be kind of hard anyway as most of the jungle is too thick to really get through on horseback. Erc and Njall do their best to drive the massive armored transport through, but need some hours to really get used to the unfamiliar ground resistance. At one point one of the tracks gets stuck in some mud hole, but with the help of the horses you manage to free it again. In time though both Saint Paulus troopers adapt aimiably and manage to avoid most of the dangers for the vehicle, setting a course along the mentioned big game trails.
Spoiler:
Navigate surface by Tambo (49): 1st roll: 37, 2nd: 82, but can reroll with "Survivalists": 31. 3rd roll: 80, we get off track for 2 hours. Try to get back: 91, uhh... we are still of track. Try again: 9, won back an hour

Sitting on top, Tambo and M'Gele help them navigate to the best of their abilities, especially noting in time when the trail is about to end before you run into the large, aggressive herbivores responsible for creating it. You make good way on the first day, at one time passing the carcass of one of the beasts, that was obviously slain by some predator big enough to tore out a leg the size of a sentinel walker from its socket and throw it 40 yards across the trail. Weary of the time the hunter might return to his half eaten pray you make haste to get away from it. Overall the jungle is - like all jungles - a mix of unfathomable beauty and the cruel reality of "eat or get eaten". With iridiscent giant butterflies (that are horrendously poisonous as you heards), herds of quadrupedal, scaled apelike animals and countless blooming plants covering every conceivable surface.
On the second day, both Askaris do a bit worse and even though with gritting teeth they have to swallow their pride and instruct Njall to backtrack almost two hours of the way, as they have led you into a valley that turns in the wrong direction and finnaly ends in front of a cliff.

As you get back on track and start to eat ob some Kloms in the right direction, Balwin gives Simond a sign of alarm, as he believes to have heard something. Carefully approaching forward, you come upon a small clearing. At the boarder of it, maybe 30 yards from you, you make out at least half a dozen humans - that you can see - half hidden in cover behind the branches of a fallen tree giant, their leader staying in the open and waving you a greeting. They don't seem openly hostile or laying in ambush, but they are obviously armed with a collection of autoguns and grenade launchers.
Should you not immediately open fire, the leader shouts across "Who goes there? What do you want?" The terrain does not really allow to just speed past them and at least the veterans of you realize that if these people survived out here, they might be resourceful enough to have hidden all kind of unpleasantries in the jungle that could deal with some orks, or seriously damage a Chimera...

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Njal was riding open topped. Not that he liked it, but the view was needed to navigate in this blasted place. Sweat ran down his temples, and he felt it trickling down his back.

He held up the map, looked at it, looked at where he was, and then back at the map.

"Look Tambo, I trust you guys know what you are doing but... "

Then, the horseman gave an all too familiar signal. The guardsmen all instinctively prepared themselves, with Njal hunkering down into the turret and getting ready to button up.

After the human guerrillas, survivors, irregulars..... call out, Njal taps his inter-vox.

"Sarge, I think we got ourselves a little situation up here. I think we will need you and Teodore stat."

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Teodore disembarks and waves to the natives.

"Hi I'm Teodore, we're Astra Militarum. What are yah'all doing out here? The nearest safe zone is out that way where we were coming from."


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Malakai ran a finger over the Imperial Aquila that decorated his new chainsword. How Tambo had managed to secure one of these he couldn't of guessed, but he was grateful. Always eager to clear his debts, Malakai hopped out if the Chimera and began to secure the perimeter, letting the others do the talking. It wasn't exactly his strong suit.

Adamo followed his comrade, happy to get out if the cold chimera for a few moments. He Cherished the heat of the jungle and cupped his hands to heat them. While Malakai watched the rear of the Chimera, Adamo decided to move towards the front closer to the humans but not too close. He let Theodore do the introductions, him being a native and all.

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Recognizing Teodores accent, the locals seem to relax a little bit and focus on him and Wyona as fellow Skrynneans. Nonetheless the leader - a greyhaired man with a scarf around his neck, barely covering a huge scar comming from his upper body - snorts dismissive at Teodores mention of a safe zone. "Nowhere is safe currently, and definitly not the city and skyport. That's were the all the damn Fungusbrains are trying to get to. Always drawn to were the biggest scrap is.

By the way, I'm Zack. We're fine out here. But this is our turf. If you want to get through, you have to pay a fine. Make it worth for us! Or else you are better of to turn around and look for another route!" he insists firmly
Spoiler:
that would be deceive vs. scrutiny. Zack has: 1 degree of failure. Roll for scrutiny
failure: you are pretty sure he is telling the truth
>=1 degree of success: he is partly bluffing. While they are not defenseless, they could not really stop you. But they seem determined to fight you
> 2 degrees of success: Their will to fight seems to mostly hang on Zack. If he is convinced/killed, the others will likely agree or flee

Also: feel free to bargain, negotiate, intimidate or whatever you come up with


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Simond scrunched up his face at the bandits. Oh yes he had seen plenty of men like this before.
He saw their eyes shifting towards the man who was no doubt their leader.

That was the one to kill.

It was not a situation he liked, they had guns and he could be shot down before he reached them, or reached a grenade.
Spoiler:
going to try an intimidation

"Are you sure you want try that old man?" He asked subtly repositioning his horse and not so subtly adjusting the chainsword with his left hand. "We are the iron fist of the God emperor. Are you really sure you want to stand in it's path?"

   
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Teodore raised a hand to Simond and then turned back to Zach.

"No such thing as turf anymore. Just the Emperor's loyal servants, and those currently trespassing on this sacred world of his."

Glancing to Wyona he continues speaking, "Now I can't speak for my commander, but I have a feeling she'd be agreeable to sparing you some of our rations. Yah'all must be hungry now. When's the last time you had a semi decent meal all the way out here?"

"But before we do that, what can you tell us about the xenos activity in this area?"

[FYI: He'll be going for some kind of persuasion test/social roll to co-opt Zach into helping them in exchange for some food]

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Krieg! What a hole...

Poncho, for his own part, grabbed the pieces that would allow him to convert his Hellgun into a Longlas, it wasn't exactly easy to do, the barrel has to be set in the right position to allow for weapon to behave how it should. Not too much of a problem for a man used to wielding the Lucius Pattern Hellgun that the ex-Grenadier was used, but something he did a few times over to ensure it wouldn't be an issue in the field. ''This will work well, this... I, thank you, Tambo'' Poncho said after a few tentative tries. Expecting Orks, he kept his weapon in the Longlas configuration from there on, the spare parts of his Hellgun were put in a pouch that was held on the side of his battery pack, ready to be swapped if needed.


In the Chimera, the Kriegsman looked for a space where he, and his bulky equipment would fit, near the back hatch, an attempt was made to air our the APC by opening the rear-top hatch, with little success. Perhaps the reason he felt so damned stuffy was the greatcoat and carapace armor he kept. His gasmask hung around his neck, and sweat covered his pale face. When the APC stopped, he used the comm bead to ask what caused the pause. When someone who was already out of the vehicle answered, his mask was put on his face, hiding it from view, as he emerged from the Chimera. ''How dare this filth asks us to squander resources on them, we have a mission to do, and can't afford the waste.'' The man's usually dull voice was tinged anger, though he kept his rifle at the low-ready, his head swung about, searching for those who carried special weapons.


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Simonds challenge is definitly heard and he can see that not all of the people behind the natural barricade are so sure of what is going on. But the others, including Zack seem to be still adamant on getting some kind of toll from you. "We don't need your rations, foodstuff is plenty" Zack answers, focussing on Teodore as the young man - supported by Wyona - shows willingness to negotiate. Noticing the aesculap sign on Teodores uniform he instead implies: "But we are pretty short on meds and tranqs..."

Ponchos searching look reveals one women with a grenade launcher and another man deep in cover whose weapon he can't really see but whose body posture might indicate an rpg of sorts.
Through the combead Wyona voices to the others "Let's try to keep this civil. Maybe they can even be somewhat useful if we play our cards right."

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Njal just kept his head low, barely peaking out of the turret hatch. He did not like this at all, they had been sitting still for too long. If the rabble had any support weapons, they were using this time to site them in on his rig.

He tapped the Intervox channel in the Chimera, Redhand, get ready to gun it up and over. I don't trust this rabble.

Njal had spent too much time putting citizens like these in their place in the PDF and the Guard. As far as he was concerned, they were shirking their duty to the God-Emperor by going native out here.

He kept his eyes on the Sarge, and decided to follow the Skyrenne's lead. This was not the time or place to do anything foolish, or out of the chain-of-command.

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Teodore nods. "We don't have much, but I can go through my supplies and see what we can spare."

"However, you need to show us that you are acting in good faith. So like I asked before, what can you tell us about the xenos activity in this area, what are you seeing out there?"

[My next post won't be for a couple of days but feel free to keep this going. Teodore would want to spare what he can but nothing that would compromise the unit's combat effectiveness]

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Adamo kept a look out for any attempt of encirclement by these refugees. The longer this drew on the less he liked it. Besides, they were heading into war and those supplies could prove to be vital in the long run. They should be moved on..one way or another. The Krieger know as Poncho was right about that.

Malakai likewise held the rear, although he was beginning to become irritated and roared out to anyone at the front of the Chimera "What's taking so long? We need to move before we draw too much attention!" If they were held up for much longer, Malakai was likely to move along to the front and find out for himself.

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Simond took a breath, the healer did have a good point, these people maybe bandits but they knew the area.
He wracked his brain, how would have the Sisters of the Hospital have viewed this?
Simond spat into the mud on the side of the track.

"We might show you some slack old man. If you still wish to show that you are a man worthy of the emperor's salvation and sacrifice, if you wish to help us drive the orks from this planet, from your home, you will tell us what you know about the strength of the Ork pressence in this area and provide us a guide. Any man or woman," The word was unfamiliar on his tongue for this and he suddenly hated to ask it, "that wishes to fight for their emperor, their home and themselves is welcome to join us."

   
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Zack scratches his chin, seemingly considering his options. Teodores willingness to share SOME ressources contrasted with your obviously good armament, Simonds self confidence and the fact that after Poncho and Malakai also disembarked, Zack suspects they might have bitten more than they can chew, finally lets him give in. On a sign of the obvious leader, at least some of the guns seem to be put in a less dangerous looking place and he replies "Haven't seen one of the damn Grunts around here for a while. Nothing interesting for them around. But Jacob and Mandy heard gunfire some Kloms away from the refinery and we found a half dead worker from the Oil-rig a week ago. His friends got eaten by a swarm of thornworms, but he made it out with only one leg lost. The swamp fever got him in the end, but he told us the Greenskins are at the refinery. Maybe a dozen of them, maybe two... Can't tell. He was already delirious. Anybody with an ounce of brain would stay away from there, but I guess that's were YOU poor sods are headed too, am I rite?"

Simonds challenge does not really raise a positive response. Some of the more dismissive faces almost look hostile, but he is enough of a campaigner to realize that there is a good ounce of fear underneath - or the feeling to owe more to their family than to some strangers speaking of the emperors work. Some others at least have the decency to look to the ground in various stages of embarassment. Overall he realizes that you won't find any fighting comrads here. As the Feudal worlder almost gives up on the poor lot, a high pitched voice is raised, and a short girl steps up - maybe twelve years old - with red hair, freckles and bruised knees looking through her worn down pants. "I can get you there!" she exclaims, before wiping away some snot from her nose. Her only armament seems to be an old rusty revolver.
Zack rolls his eyes "No you won't Ellen! Shut up when the grown ups talk!" "You shut up yourself! You're not my mother!" Some tears are in her eyes and from the looks of the other locals, you might guess, that Ellens parents are not around... and neither will be ever again. Might be the girl is out there for revenge...

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