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[Benny nods head and wanders back to ale hall] [Sits and orders large ale, and then puts his own tiny umbrella in it]

[Yarrick tosses Blackjack a data slate] Tou have my thanks. Payment and cleanup supply details, if you need them.

[Looks down] I don't think I can test this new kidney with ale just yet, so ice water it is.

*calls up Yarrick, the sounds of gunfire almost drowning Commissar out*

Hey, uh... Yarrick! We have a problem-- feth

*explosion*

We have a slight problem, I got hit in the shoulder. Your assassins were waiting for me... Somebody sold me out. Get some reinforcements here quickly!

Feth. [Gestures to Benny and Blackjack] We're needed.
[Voxes to PDF barracks] [Limps over to Valkyrie] We leave in ten, get anyone sober and competent enough to assist.

*slips data slate into his pocket while following Yarrick*

What's the situation?

*Marla catches message*
Oh hey, there's a squad of rangers that where staking out the site from the recon stage. Dad says there on route, eta 2 minutes. Best we have.

You wanted discreet. Most of the brigades are a hour away at the rally grounds. Mars IV can get mobile but hour before any use for you.

The corporal has been shot and wounded, unknown quantity of hostiles. We'll be expected.
[Tightens bandage around waist and fires up a painkiller syringe] Half the room have been drinking, this may end badly.

I've had a few..... Few too many... And in a dress...
Leonie, he may not like her all the time but shes immune to booze. (Marla)

There's some rangers on route but they are not able to hold vs a larger force. There only 10 rangers...

I can help coordinate Mars IV and get you some reinforcements if needed though.

*would be engaged with several unknown men in heavy black flak armor inside of an abandoned warehouse, on the ground was one of Corporals Imperial navy bodyguards on the ground dead. He peeked over a large steel box and fired off several blind shots with a stub pistol, but quickly dropped back down after large calliber bullets from a stationary heavy stubber on a rusted catwalk*

gak, where are they...

*a ranger alpha makes it to hunters position suported by fire from others*

(ranger alpha)
We are they. Marla sent us. Rest of the force is 55 min eta.
Brigades stood down as your order.....

Stormbord can provide cas mission... Estimated odds of collateral damage 43 percent.

[Sets off in Valkyrie] Alright, we've got the Kroot, Benny, that monster hunter, and a squad of awake guardsmen.

Emperor help us.

*Hornet pops into view of Valkyrie*

*Amelia waves and drops speed*

*Follows Valkyrie*

OOC I see what OT was talking about. You leave for a day, then you have to read through 4 pages to understand whats happening.

I don't suppose we know why we're under attack? You must have made a lot of enemies by now, Yarrick, but does anything stick out in your mind? Knowing your prey is the first step to a successful hunt.

[Valkyrie drops group off a block away from Pla's position]
[Shrugs] It's actually quite rare that humans want me dead. Perhaps if we capture one, we can enquire.
[Salutes Amelia] Wondered if you'd stop by.

*transport shuttle modified slightly in red and black follows loaded with a squad of vanguards and several heavy weapon servitors *

*Marla, vox to group*
Got some vanguard to help. More can come but hunter made us stand down half the rapid reaction force...

*the gunfire in the warehouse suddenly stopped, Corporal glanced over the warehouse box and saw the suddenly unmanned Heavy stubber*

Wh... What? They're gone?

*Hugs Yarrick*

It seems that you've been on the verge of death a little bit more than me lately...

*Winks*

I'll be sure to one-up you on that.

[Winces] Easy on the side, there. I'm mostly tape. [Hugs back]
Ready to go rescue the universe's second most grumpy commissar?
[Limps alongside group as they approach the position] ...? I don't hear any firing. Either they've killed everyone, or something is hideously wrong.

*one of whare house doors explode near back and vanguards storm in to find nothing, meet the rangers and stand about waiting for orders*
(skitari) Marla alpha mars primus ordered us to commissar alpha tactical command. Orders sir?

I got point.

*Runs off ahead of the group*

*Turns on light on shotgun*

Hunter! Get your lazy ass up, your favourite person's come to save you!

*Sweeps the area and trips over a heavy stubber*

Ow. Huh, thats probably not meant to be here...

*Gets up and continues looking for Corporal*

[Voxes the admech] Scan for all vox and other signals from this position. I have the feeling someone has called in an air strike and used Hunter as bait...

[Continues search, leaning on Benny when nobody is looking] ...you tell anyone, I'll be cross.

*stands up and glares at Amelia*

Great... You're here.

[Looks relieved] ...Where are the rest of your team?

*Knocks pla over the head*

*Starts treating his gunshot wounds*

*Contemplates overdosing him*

*Shakes head and continues working on pla*

*raises his arm and lifts his leg, pushing Amelia away*

Don't touch me. Hoffen got shot in the leg over there, the others are okay though. They went to search for the fleeing mercs. Somebody must have a price on you.

*Slaps Hunter on the back of the head*

Just shut up and let me work on you...

*Holds down pla and continues working on him*

Stop fidgeting, you might make me stab you with something pointy...

You stubborn bastard. [Sighs] [Crouches and works on Pla's shoulder] This'd be much neater if you just let her do it.

So what was the big fuss about reinforcements?

*vox* Mars HF1 . Report. No known vox emissions on that type or area. Reports however of a fire fight to north. Other intel suggests headed to the factory district. Again north. Enemy suspected north.

Strike force assembled but waiting for hunters go ahead.

Gn... Well, they had us outnumbered but somehow disapeared. I don't know where they went, but they were speaking high gothic; they aren't normal merc scum.

*Slaps Hunter*

Stop talking. You're moving too much.

*Continues working*

[Shakes head] This makes little sense. I haven't made that many Imperial enemies. Unless someone is after my position. But I could't imagine anyone wanting it.

[Stops Amelia's hand] There's time for that later, and more. [Chuckles]
[Helps Pla up] Come on, I'm guessing you'll want to catch up with them.