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((Meant to say back, not pack.

BTW, I won't be calling the meeting till everyone is present. One or two posters still have yet to make an appearence.))

I should run back to the shuttle and kick them awake...

Subject: Wilson
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: On standby.


On his way to the briefing room he'd seen a guardswoman, a pair of Astartes, a Cog-boy and a Sister Hospiler, there was a stromtrooper too, but Wilson didn't count him, he'd just show up after most of the work was done and take the credit like they always did. The Combat Engineer resisted the urge to spit. this was a house of nobility, the datapad had said, and he doubted the CO wanted Guardsmen messing up the place. He settled for a glare at the toy-solider as he took a seat near the front.

He'd followed the Space Marine who had spoken to him to get here, at least they were easy to make out in a crowd, but now his thoughts were on the Sister, he'd seen several before, even been tended by one after his Last Stand against the orks back home, but they all remined him of Mary. Warp knew most women did.

Confident that the briefing wouldn't start for a while, Wilson reached into a pocket and removed a battered and well folded pict.

Five women where group around the front of a Chimeria IFV, the name Delta-12 "David" painted in red on the side of the turret, but it was the woman at the centre of the group that drew his gaze.

Captain Mary Wilson: Chief Medic of the Ferosian 5th Mechanized, Tall, red-haired and standing proud in her new uniform alongside her Medical team. She’d been a Doctor on the Shrineworld before the call came, he’d met her once while on leave from the PDF, his friend Jason had fallen from a window in a drunken haze, and Mary’s office was closer and easier than trying to explain to their own medics where they had found the Lord General’s Amsec. She had fixed him up, given him some pills, then asked David if he wanted to go to dinner the next time he had leave. It had snowballed after that, and by the time he had taken the Eagle and become a full guardsman, they’d been married two years and she was undergoing her Officer training before she joined her own regiment. Although he knew the chances of them meeting again were slim, he’d never been more proud. Along the bottom of the image was the message: "May the light of the Phoenix guide you. Love Mary."

Wilson pocketed the pict and tugged at a chain around his neck, revealing his dog-tags and a tiny silver bird, a Phoenix the sacred bird of Ferosia, and pressed the charm to his forehead, muttering a payer to the Emperor and the Saint. then quickly tucked it back beneath his uniform.

He'd do his Duty, no matter where he was sent.

Comforted by the thought. Wilson sat back and waited for his new CO to arrive.

Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Mikal looked over to his side at the sound of a female voice to see a rarity in person. A female guardsman, one of the soldiers in service to the Inquisitor. Mikal regarded the guardsman for a moment and then answered.

"Iron Priest Engineseer Mikal Holtz from the forge world of Mars, as well as all of the other brothers of my organization. And no, I cannot say this planet resembles at all my home, not enough Iron oxide in the atmosphere. Neither do the samples I've taken resemble the information I have on Draconia..."

Mikal goes silent as he notices the surprised look of the female at Mikal's forthright answer. The female looks to the astartes who she also addressed. Mikal speaks lowly to her again.

"A word of advice, I wouldn't address a Space Marine as forthright as you would one of your guardsman comrades, he might not be as forthcoming as me."

Subject: Wilson
Location Briefing room.
Situation: On standby.

Wilson Glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of voices, the Guardswoman was speaking to the Tech priest and with guilty expression his vision fell to his flamer, as it always did when one of the Machine-adepts was nearby. Sure her casing was a little battered, but he performed the rites required to keep her functioning and she'd never let him down yet. he must be doing something right.

He tucked the butt under his shoulder and raised the weapon to check the pilot light , perhaps he should go over, get her looked at by a true tech-priest before things got noisy.

So decided, he stood, leaving his duffel bag on the seat and walked over to the priest just as he gave a warning to the woman about speaking to Astartes. Too true he thought, before coming to attention and saluting them both.

"Magos, I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I have a favor to ask." he patted his flamer affectionately, "I was wondering if you would give my weapon a quick once over, she's due some attention i'd wager."

"Why not on the Draconia guard and the Crescent Moon Dragon chapter of the space marines train side by side, Even my younger brother was selected to become a battle brother. and my mothers father is CMD captain. (The CMD chapter has a reputation for accepting survivors of decimated chapters in to there ranks and for recovering any all imperial vehicles or gear they can. Reports have reach mars of them having reclaimed a space hulk, attack ork held world to take back looted weapons, vehicles and gear and exploring exterminated world to find surviving relics of Space Marine Chapters and Imperial guard. These are then take back to the forges on draconia to be properly cataloged and reconsecrated to the emperor.) So why not talk to them after all we are all human you guys and the Space marines are just blessed by the emperor with enhancement."

Her bluntness shows how closely the different branches must work on Draconia, and the teck priest and the Marine both have heard at lest rumors if not read reports of there exploits.

After waiting for several minutes Ronan decided that the boy had either forgotten to tell Remus or Remus was otherwise engaged in another affair. In any case he was not going to simply wait to be called and set off to find the source of the noises he could hear from within this house.

As he approached the room he saw the end of a battle between a woman, who he believed to be Avere and some other soldiers. He slipped silently into the room and stood on the far side where anyone entering the room would not initially see him. He watched the scene unfold as several other members entered the room and conversations started between some of them, non of them seemingly spotted him hiding in the shadows which suited him fine. As he looked around he could see no sign of Remus, where is that man? he pondered to himself

He overheard a conversation between a young brash woman, a Techpriest and a fellow Astartes. Although he was pleased that such a young woman would not cower at the mere sight of a Space Marine he found her brash manner somehow unnerving and admired his fellow Space Marines ability to remain calm and not break her in half. He heard the Techpriest speak to the young girl, "wise words" he thought to himself, "I would not be so patient"

EDIT: edited to Techpriest
((ooc, just a heads up, in case you haven't guessed, Ronan is not a happy chap, you've been warned ))

Fiendishly busy, will post tomorrow.

HellsGuardian wrote:((ooc, just a heads up, in case you haven't guessed, Ronan is not a happy chap, you've been warned ))

(Hence why I gave dragon a fair warning BTW if by "Tech Marine" you mean Mikal, he's not a tech marine, he's a techpriest, there's a difference )

Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Mikal regarded the proffered flamer with his usual blank expression of efficiency. With his flesh hand, he took the weapon and set his axe aside, leaning on the wall next to him so he could examine the flamer with both hands. He flipped it around a few times and began his analysis.

"I thank you for your respect but I am no Magos, My name and title is Iron Priest Engineseer Mikal Holtz originally attached to the 45th Cadian shock troops, at your service." He said sidewards to the man who had addressed him before turning his attention back to the weapon

"Hmmm, yes, standard issue, seems to be clean enough." Mikal tried the pilot light and watched it, engaging his eyes' UV vision to examine the wavelengths more closely. Yes, there it was, impossible to see to the naked eye, slight flickering of the flame which indicated disruptions in the fuel feed. Obviously it was not a really big problem the flickering itself, Mikal was sure the weapon would fire just fine without interdiction, but how long?

Mikal flipped the flamer over and undid one of the weapon's external fuel mix tubes with the precision of his machine hand, and a small attachment on one of his fingers swabbed the inside . A quick scan revealed the problem, the fuel mix was off a hair, causing there to be a slight build up of residue on the inside of feeding lines.

"Ah, here is the problem." Mikal said opening one of the access plates on the weapon and finding the bolt which connected the two internal fuel pipes together, the resultant mixture of the two fuels in the tank was what caused the ignition and resultant broom of fire to be expelled from the muzzle which was why the weapon was so effective.

"The bolt which connects the fuel pipes is slightly loose. If it isn't adjusted just so, the fuel mix will be wrong and you will have clogged pipes after a few hours use." Mikal said manually tightening the bolt with another finger attachment. Mikal refitted all that he had undone and handed the flamer back to the guardsman.

"Just clean the feed pipes and it should work just fine."

Mikal then regarded Furn again after having been retorted to.

"I apologize for that generalization, I should know better, I am not, however familiar with the guard-astartes relationships on Draconia. But if you would humor me just a moment more, I was not trying to refer to all astartes but specifically to that one." Mikal said indicating the one Furn had addressed earlier.

"Let me advise you if you have not already been aware of it, I believe from the information on the retinue I received from the Inquisitor that he is Brother Aygapus and well..." Mikal started, breaking off to try and find suitable words to make Furn understand.

"Let me just say that according to my calculations it would not be wise to approach him so brashly if one valued one's good health." Mikal could tell Furn may not have been convinced so he took on a tone of placation

"Just friendly advice, feel free to approach him again if you wish."

(never said he was a teck marine i was saying that both the teck priest and the marine in the room might have heard of the CMD chapter for there unic recruting habits.)

"I git it hes like Old Iron Wall Brawn from the 4Th regiment then. He the big quiet type that doesn't like people as well." she looks over her launcher then asks. "Think you can give my Ruckus here the once over? Its rotator started jamming after the mission before last, it's a real pain. It started after i used it to knock a orks teeth in when they jumped our convoy."

She got up and handed him her launcher it was well used and abused from heavy use in what must have been hard battle not surprising give it was used by a stormtrooper. It had a lot of dents bullet scars and a what looked like a eldar shuriken fragment stuck in the stock.

dragonjaj wrote:(never said he was a teck marine i was saying that both the teck priest and the marine in the room might have heard of the CMD chapter for there unic recruting habits.)

(I was talking to HellsGuardian, I believe he mistook Mikal for a Techmarine, although I myself may be mistaken...)


Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Mikal politely took up the grenade launcher politely, at least all these menial tasks gave him something to do while he was waiting. Mikal looked the pitiful thing over and made a tsk tsk noise at its appearance. He opened it and looked inside, it wasn't much better in there. Specifically he examined the rotator as was suggested and saw the problem. The internal rotator was as dented and scarred as the external area of the weapon.

"Well, I will say right now that this weapon has seen better days. Besides the obviously battered casing, the rotator is heavily damaged, this is most likely the source of the jamming, which, like you said, was probably caused by the shattering of ork skulls against the stock. You should know that such a practice is not beneficial to the weapon." Mikal said in a reprimanding tone, Furn gave him an annoyed look.

"But, I will concede that the situation at the time called for compromise. I cannot do anything for the weapon here, I can fix it if I have the time and the appropriate facilities later, but I suggest you have the rotator replaced, as it would at least get the weapon working again."

"Yeah the teck priest gave me a some parts and a data pad on it befor i left." She opened the bag and showed a loose mes of spair parts and a data slate a few years out of date.

Character: Slavro
Loction: Training room
Situation: All worn out having a smoke

Slavro grabbed the towel offered by some nameless servitor, he wiped the blood and sweat from his face and stretched out. Every inch was swore, but he would never let it show. Slavro was surprised, he hasn't lost a fight yet, well a fair one anyway.
'Ain't no such thing as a fair fight sarge!' yelled Kelly from the balcony. Flicker was looking very pale, judging by the size of the bag of credits Kelly was holding, he had bet over a months worth of wages. There were new faces observing as well. He recognized them from the data slabs available too him. But introductions would have too wait.

Slavro nodded at Avare, it was the closest too a congratulations she would get from him. He walked out of the room, washed and dressed his open wounds and lit up a Lho stick. He offered one too Kelly as he walked over too join him.
'Nice one Sarge. It was a good fight sir, don't beat yourself up over it, she did that for you!' Kelly said as he broke into a laugh. Slavro hated the way he could crack himself up like that.
'Flick looked a bit worse for ware, what did you do?' asked Slavro as he took another toke.
'Eh, he knew the odds, happens too everyone at least once' Kelly replied
'Yeah? how badly?'
'Month and a half worth' smiled Kelly

Character: Aajz
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Waiting

The training bout was a welcome distraction to the modicum of activity that was happening at the safe house. It appeared that most of the retinue were waiting, some impatiently.

Aajz could see the displeasure in the Astartes' face, to keep one waiting was most unwise.

Out of sheer boredom, Aajz decided to disinfect her medical tools, taking out a vial of phenol and chloramphenicol, she doused the tools with the cocktail of antiseptic/antibacterial chemicals.

((Don't wait up, I'll be in a study group for most of tommorow. ))

Character: Rally Jager
Location: Disembarking Landing shuttel and to the meeting room
Situation:Late Late LATE!
"By the Throne those Servators are slow." She said as she hurridly dashed down the ramp towards the safe house. She dashed inside saluting the guard at the gate and ran into the meeting room. "I apoligize for my tardiness, I will strive for better in the future Ma-am" Rally said with a salute to Interragator Avare.

Character: Gaz
Location: Going to Meeting room
Situation: Walking

Gaz looked down at his watch, the meeting was starting in 5 minutes, he should probably get going. He holstered his bolt pistol and slung his plasma gun across his back. Gaz picked up the las gun he had been borrowing and returned it to the front desk. Gaz continued on towards the meeting room, he had seen it already an hour before but no one was there then. He passed the training room which seemed to be holding the end of the fight, Gaz just continued on the fight didn't interest him. He used to have fights all the time back with his squad, Gaz wasn't the fastest but was stronger than average.
As he reached the meeting room he noticed most people were already there. There were marines, tech priests, and other storm troopers. Gaz decided to stand by the tech priest, he liked tech priests they were good to have on your side and kept to them selves, much like him.

(Hehehe....seems like the cog-boy is becoming more popular...............weird.... )

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Trying hard to remain his composure.
It was taking Aygapus all the self-control rituals High Chaplain Enkomi had taught him not to snap the impudent woman like a twig. The nature of her upbringing seemed to have completely inured her to the truth about Astartes. They were not merely ‘enhanced’; they were made into living gods of battle. They were no longer human, but rather the exemplars of everything a human could be. The blow to the honour of all Space Marines gnawed at Aygapus, but he reasoned it would not be wise to put a knife through her head-he was in enough trouble with Chapter command as it was, without giving naysayers more fuel for the rumours of instability in the psyche of the Minotaurs. The Crescent Moon Dragons were a chapter that he had never seen in battle before, but if this was the kind of thing they had to put up with then he pitied his cousins.
“Woman.”
The sudden break in his silence seemed to take the assembled party by surprise-with the exception of his fellow Astartes, who merely raised an eyebrow, and the Tech-priest, who turned to regard Aygapus. Aygapus decided he liked the Tech-priest; he was good at what he did, not overly devoted to their Machine-god like some in the Mechanicum, and he had been right about approaching the Astartes. Aygapus had never been one to deal with mortals even before the…incident…but now in light of recent events he barely considered the vast majority worth saving. He fought for the High Lords and the Emperor, and they alone.
The sergeant had turned to face Aygapus, an almost petulant expression on her face. Aygapus merely looked down at her.
“If Remus has selected you, then that is good enough for me, but I would advise you to listen to the Tech-priest.” At that, he gave a short nod to Mikal, to which he received the sign of the Cog in gratitude. “I am not one for talking. Your world’s chapter may have had its own customs, but they are not the way of the Minotaurs. I assume you have heard tales of our actions in the Badab war, the brutal slaughters of those who were our brothers. Every one of them is true.”
He allowed that to sink in. The Stormtrooper who had recently arrived and was standing next to the Techpriest seemed unperturbed by this-no doubt believing he was a veteran of such atrocities himself. Aygapus could almost guarantee he was not. The Arbites woman who had recently arrived put her hands over her mouth, no doubt recalling the disturbing rumours that had circulated in the wake of that conflict.
Aygapus continued. “Do not think me and my brother here (motioning to the other Marine) are here because we want to be. We would much rather be alongside our chapters, fighting the Emperor’s enemies in the way we have always done-with bolt and blade on the field of glory. But that is not an option right now. That doesn’t mean we have to like it. So, if you want my advice it is this. Forget everything your Crescent Moon Dragons have taught you about Space Marines, because everything you have been told is probably a lie.”
With that, appreciating the commanding silence that had descended, Aygapus moved even further towards the corner of the chamber, laughing inside at his little joke. Somewhere, Sergeant Kratos was rolling in his grave.

Character: Claudius
Location: Inquisition Safehouse, Training Room
Situation: Watching bout between Avar and Slavro

The Interrogator watched the bout with interest, his keen eyes picking up every nuance of the fighter's technique and style, filing them away for later reference and study.

(I'll do something much more extensive later, just making sure I haven't been forgotten)

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: keeping calm, and waiting patiently for the briefing to start.

BIC:

Soric watched how the space marine tried to explain the relations between space marines and guardsmen. It highly amused him, the expression on Furn's face.

He spoke for the first time since entering the safe house.

"I'd listen to the space marine, Furn." Soric said in his thick Ousian accent. "What is a woman doing in a man's job anyway? Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?"

Back on Ousia, it was forbiden for women to perform combat duties, that was the reason for Soric's rude outburst.

Furn turned to Soric, who was sitting on a chair smoking his cigar. Furn's face said enough for him, yet Soric held a venoumous glare at the woman.

Character: Aajz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

Aajz had been shamelessly eavesdropping on the conversations going on between the various members of the retinue. Another bad habit picked up from being a spoiled child, although she agreed with what the Astartes had said.

The Emperor's enemies were always top priority, although part of the non-militant chamber of the sisterhood, she understood all too well the need for brutality against the heretic and mutants that plague the Imperium.

It was a feeling that was expressed by all of the Astartes that she had worked with previously, but most of all the chamber militant of the Ordo Hereticus.

Noticing the rudeness of Stormtrooper Ghast, Aajz spoke softly "I would avoid making enemies of future colleagues, especially by insulting a near half of those that are present in this room."

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

"Whatever gets me out of this place, miss." Soric said sarcastically, standing up and doing a fake bow.

The months in an imperial prison didn't do anything good to his manners. He had only grown ruder. Prison thaught him many things, from regular brawling to getting a bad attitude. It suited Soric fine, as long as he could getback to Ousia in the end. It was bad enough putting up with this menagerie of imperial servants.

Character: Gaz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

"I assume you are Brother Aygapus then. I believe I fought along side your chapter once, the minotaurs is it?
Any way I have seen how you fight, ruthless and efficient."

Gaz didn't like Soric already but didn't show it he didn't want to make enemies with the people who could save his life. Keep his head low and keep other happy, thats
how Gaz had survived till now and he wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon.

Character: Sgt Slavro
Location: meeting room
Situation: Bout too get his smoke on.


'Sit down, Ghast' said Slavro, his voice booming with authority. His hand resting on the hilt of his bolt pistol.

Every eye in the room went on Slavro. His trench coat fluttered slightly as Kelly closed the door behind them. Flicker and Murphy took the seats beside Ghast, Kelly sat beside the young woman. The room was tense, the Astratus from the Minotaur chapter looked ready too snap, and his squad were almost at each others throats.
Slavro could understand, summons by the Inquistion would put anyone on edge.

'We will begin shortly, our host is preoccupied' said Slavro as he pulled out his seat. He produced a small stack of data slabs from his trenchcoat and arranged them on the table. He then reached into his pocket, and produced a Lho stick.

'Anyone?' said Slavro as he offered his pack to the room.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: meeting room
Situation: alert.

"Shoot if you want, I'm sitting down. 'Sergeant'." He said, stressing the word sergeant.

He was a captain once, for Vrek's sake. Since when did he take orders from a grunt like him. Sitting down, he tapped the cigar in his mouth, indicating no need to accept Slavro's Lho sticks.

Character: Aajz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting.

"Such pointless bloodshed is unwarranted, we are sanctioned here by the holy Inquisition itself, I would advise all parties to stand down, lest they wish to spend the rest of their days in an Ordo Hereticus excruciation chamber."

"The Crescent moon dragons helped reclaim the secter from orks and have rescued members of other chapters or dozen of battles that should have been there last to quote the chapter master. "In lose it is better to survive to fight again and continue to server then to through away the gifts of the emperor in death." They may not fight as savage as your chapter but the do not waist there lives or the lives of us guards men that provide aid at there call with out fear."

She then looked at the man that said women shouldn't fight. "As for you you pig headed gray coat. (Gary coat is the term for new raw recruits on darconia) Draconian law is all children are raised together in each spire all people must serve at lest 6 years in the guard. The best are selected to join the Crescent moon dragons others go carer and the others go to work in the forge. Before i became a storm trooper i served 10 in the 4Th iron wall as rough rider on red grass spiders. And hers a tidbit for that sexes attitude the leader of the 2Nd regiment the red devil drop troops is a woman and wife to a space marine!"

She was now in strom troopes face he could see her gold eyes through her gas mask lenses.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Breifing room
Situation: On standby.

Oh boy, things were heating up now. Wilson thought, now back at his seat and working a pipe cleaner though the feed-line of his flamer, as the "Iron Priest" was it? had instructed. one of the Toy-soldiers was starting trouble before his sergeant lashed him back down with a barked command, albeit the guadswoman wasn't helping things with her attitude.

Wilson finished his work and reattached the line, giving a satisfied nod as the pressure gauge in the housing wavered to its correct location. he was ready to fight.

He glanced at the Sister hospiliter, is fighting broke out between these idiots, he'd try and shield her from harm, she was a non-combatant and he doubted she carried any weapons beside her medical gear. Also her skills would be needed if anyone survived the brawl.

But before that, he should try and improve the situation.

"No body asked me." he announced to the room, standing and moving so that the chairs wouldn't block his movement if trouble eurrupted. "But anyone who is loyal to the Throne and can hold a weapon is welcome at my side in a fire-fight. Man or Woman, Human or Astartes, Only Duty matters."

Furn looked to the trooper with the torch. "You i like." She then walked back to her seat and went about trying to find the parts in the need to replace the rotor.