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Uriahs hit knocks the Guard in the head, cracking his visor and dazing him a little, as Isaac flicks his staff twice, hitting once in the Chest and once on the right leg. You hear an audible crack as something breaks in the Guards chest armour, but the leg hit just bounces off. The Guard attempts to attack Isaac but fails completely, dropping his shock maul in the process.

Finally clearing his head of the static produced by the feedback screech, and inspired by Uriah's selfless loyalty, Felix draws his knife and charges Chazzic's opponent, however his knife doesn't even scratch the Guards armour. Chazzic himself scores a deep wound into the center of the Arbitrators chest, delivering the Coup de grâce by severing the man's head. Both Chazzic and Felix turn towards the other fight, readying a charge.

Just before this however, Isaac swings his staff in low, knocking the Arbite off his feet as if his strike had the very fury of the Emperor himself in them! The Arbite lands on his back and Isaac spins his staff round and lands a blow underneath the mans chin, forcing the end of the staff past the base of his mouth and breaking his neck. His life is utterly crushed and the battle is won.

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Wound tally ups:
Uriah has 10 wounds
Isaac has 15 wounds
Felix has 10 wounds
Chazzic has 5 wounds

Isaac strolls nonchalelant over to the vehicles, as if nothing had happened.

"Looks like we've won." Chazzick wearily spoke as he leaned on Felix's shoulder, vision swimming from the shock-maul. "I-I think it would be best if we hi-hid the bodies. In my experience, dead guards cause panic and a- alarm."

"You do that. I'll see what vehicles they have here. After quickly searching the bodies of course."

Isaac searches the bodies.

After doing this, he walks over to the group of vehicles at the side of the lot. They are in pretty poor condition, but look servicable. There are 3 vehicles in total and they are all Occhlos class Hive Vehicles.

The STC for the Occhlos class was discovered by Magos Explorator Raxham Karnos in late M35 in the deepest levels of Alb-ury Hive on the planet Downunder, in the Malfian sub-sector, and quickly spread throughout the Calixis Sector. It is a design perfectly suited to the cramped streets and passages of a hive-city and sees a large amount of use on these planets where it's robustness, manouverability and customisability are put to excellent use. It sees use almost entirely amongst the Adeptus Arbites.

The Vehicle itself is a small, snub nosed All Terrain vehicle (Jeep, basically, as I can't really describe it otherwise) capable of carrying a large amount of equipment and/or passengers. The cockpit is closed and the rear comes with a bullet resistant tarpaulin to cover it in the event of small arms fire. It is fitted with a Heavy Stubber gun above the cockpit which is controlled by a passenger standing behind the two front seats on a pedastal and firing. It also has a gas canister launcher fitted to both the front passenger seat and the rear entrance hatch. One of the primary features of the Occhlos class is the fact that the wheels can be indervidually controlled, giving a far larger degree of mobility.

The 3 in the lot are dented and scratched, although one stands out as the most battered of the lot. You see a crude engraving of two crossed revolvers on the side, and the motif 'born to kill'. Next to that are a whole list of names and an even longer row of kill-lines that have been scratched into the surface of the vehicle.

Uriah let out a small grumble as he grabbed the body of one of arbites, standing it in the corner so that it would be hidden in the shadow. He did not touch any of it's affects, as Uriah would not allow himself to stoop so low as to loot the body. with that, he walked over to Issac. "You know how to drive this thing, right?"

"I can get it running but no, I cannot drive. If it were an atmospheric or orbital craft then yes, but on the ground, no."
Isaac looks downcast at the floor. "I should have asked if any of us could drive before settign off."

After dragging and hiding the body, Chazzick returned to the group, "I've found it sometimes during a mission, that hired 'help' is sometimes needed. I'm sure we could find someone who would like to earn a few coins."

Isaac rubs his chin with his hand, deep in thought while he circles one of the Occhlos vehicles.

"At the moment we cannot drive one of these. But it probably won't be long until we are noticed. I propose we put it in gear and roll it out of here and then see what we can do next."

He and the group then do what he proposed.

Uriah sighed, looking to see if there was anyone else around, then moved over to the back of the of the vehicle with the others and pushed. "When we get off this planet, one of you is learning to drive."

Your pushing does nothing as the vehicle rocks on its wheels - It's still braked, clearly.

Chazzic and Felix volunteer to continue pushing, while Uriah and Isaac clamber into the drivers and passenger seats to attempt to turn the brakes off.

You both stare bewildered at the confusing array of switches, dials and buttons that are arrayed before you. What do you do?

Uriah looks at the controls slack jawed. How can something like this be so complicated? And why are there 6 petals when there's only 4 directions?! Rather than pushing things at random, Uriah begins looking to see if there's anything labeled.

Isaac flexes his fingers then cracks his knuckles.

He then pushes every button he can see.

Lots of things happen at once. A small screen behind the wheel lights up and displays a morass of meaningless symbols. You begin to hear music, a loud, fast tune that sounds like someone shouting into a microphone. It is quite catchy though. A small claw extends out of the dashboard, and a compartment opens to reveal a pair of manacles and some rope. As you continue pressing buttons the volume of the music changes from high to low and then back to high again. The speakers at the front of the Occlos fade to nothing, while the rear speakers increase in volume, confusing the two pushers at the back no end. A pair of long sticks start swishing back and forth on the windscreen at the front of the vehicle.

In astonishment, Uriah abandons his search for a label in confusion.

Isaac shugs before hitting some more buttons.

The vehicles machine spirit splutters and coughs at you, and the lights at the front flash in anger.

Uriah seems to have spotted something however.

"Why don't you look for a instruction manuel?" Chazzick asked having walked to the side of the vehicle, it clearly not going to move anytime soon.

Looking at the button he spotted, he decided that the situation couldn't get worse, and smashed it with a swing of his fist.

The Occlos's engine roars into life at Uriah's command. You hear it's machine spirit purr as it settles down into a better rythm.

Now all you need to do is get the thing moving before someone hears and notices.

Isaac glares at the panel, shrugs aand then tries to get it out of the motor pool.

As you attempt to drive forwards the Occhlos locks up, rocking on it's wheels. You haven't found the method of releasing the parking breaks yet.

Isaac gets out of the vehicle, pulls out his knife and stabs the tires on the other two vehicles. The group can he some faint noises coming from the Tech-Priest.

Your knife simply bounces off the tyres. It will take more than that to damage them.

"The Adeptus Mechanicus should start teaching their members to read if I found the start button before you did." Uriah said with a playful mocking tone, once again looking for anything that could indicate a brake release.

Isaac strides back to the lowly preacher while pulling his laspistol out of his pocket. He gets closer and points it at the man's fleshy head. "You should be more careful in what you say." Isaac snarls.
" We may have to work together but accidents happen and who would try to look for you in a hive? You will not be missed."
With this he clicks the safety off of the laspistol.

Uriah looked up from his search to see that Issac had a laspistol pointed at his head, safety off and finger on the trigger. The cleric sent weak at the knees, very scared at the prospect of his teammate blowing his head apart. "I-I was j-j-joking. Did they take your h-humor out too?" Uriah asked, with an extremely awkward and frightened laugh. "P-please don't kill me. I'll do anything, just don't..." He begged, throwing dignity and humility out the window.

Isaac looked at the man, a growl rising in what should be called his vocal cords. He narrowed his eyes and pulled the laspistol into the ready position. He snaps round and storms back to the other two vehicles trying to dissable them.


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Isaac takes some of the remaining Iron weights and puts them under pedals and into exausts pipes of the two remaining vehicles.

"that should slow them down"

Although his life spared, Uriah's fear quickly turned to anger, his hand moving to his coat and pulling out his own gun, pointing it at the back of the tech-priest, pulling the hammer back. He had every reason to blast that tin head into scrap. But he couldn't. He wanted to, but he held himself back. Would he let himself fall like that over something so small. He let out a sigh of frustration, and put the magnum back in it's holster before Issac could turn back around. Still angered, he went back to looking.

Isaac walks over to the guards, knife in hand. He roughly cuts some of the material from their uniforms and then proceeds to shove it in the exaust with the wieghts.