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Virgil was checking his gear while they were in the transport. after the best of half an hour, they arrived at their designated location.

edit: nevermind. Damm lag!

we are going in sir? asked Virgil.

Scrazza wrote:Virgil was checking his gear while they were in the transport. after the best of half an hour, they arrived at their designated location.

edit: nevermind. Damm lag!

Guys, sorry to reign on your parade, but I'm going to do the first EVENT now! No more RPing for the minute, you guys will see what happens next when I write it up. All you guys have to do is PM to me what you want to do with this troublesome hab-block.

ow that was so mean. I was ready for some action and then... you

"Forgive for my Intrudance , but these so called Rioters, are either heretics, or desperate. No hesitations, if they take up weapons. Just open fire if they are berserk." Houston didn't even move at this, he talked like as if he had done this alot. His helmet was on and his shotgun was locked to automatic. His visor, scripted almost invisible art work of the Imperial Artibutes of Terra.

Niall snarled at the upstart arbites. How dare he even attempt to take command of his unit that he had earned.

"just Speaking from experience Niall."

Virgil saw his sergeant getting into a rage.
"Calm down sergeant, spare your anger for the rioters."
"we're going in yet?" he asked Niall

"No" spat Niall, his choler still very much at the surface...
"We will wait for entry orders and blueprint scans from HQ"

"Damn..." Virgil thought by himself.
He was in Niall's unit for over a year now and he still treated Virgil like junk.
"Whe is he going to accept me?"

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guys, sorry to reign on your parade, but I'm going to do the first EVENT now! No more RPing for the minute, you guys will see what happens next when I write it up. All you guys have to do is PM to me what you want to do with this troublesome hab-block.

we need another rolplaye for in Niall's and my unit guys, it would make it so much more fun. Just to point out though. Or The DM could RP them?

Oh, Dark, let us have our fun for a while . I have been waiting for this all day until it was 7pm. Let us finish this action and then we will all shut up and listen to you. I swear

Niall snarled into his wrist-mounted comms system.
"HQ, get me those fething scans will you."
Niall pulled out his kraken pistol, a smile spread across his face as he felt the familiar grip of the exquisitely crafted gas pistol.
(@dark, we won't go inside, just building up a dialogue to add some background.)

"Not long now" Virgil knew.

(@Dark: sorry, not to make you P*ssed.)

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guys, sorry to reign on your parade, but I'm going to do the first EVENT now! No more RPing for the minute, you guys will see what happens next when I write it up. All you guys have to do is PM to me what you want to do with this troublesome hab-block.

Scrazza wrote:ow that was so mean. I was ready for some action and then... you

Don't worry, there will be plenty of action. I am going to write up some stuff, but guys, just trust me, OK? I know it's annoying, and no, I won't be able to write this up until tomorrow morning (7-9AM). But don't worry, you won't be disappointed.

So PM as I asked, and we can keep this going smoothly. This is how it works with me being the GM guys.

oh, ok see you all tomorrow.

'till tomorrow gits!

Apologies, loyal citizens.

see ya tommrrow!

Just to relay this, (i got it wrong as well) when you send dark a PM for an event, it's not a plot or what you thinks gonna happen but rather your plan or what your gonna do for the event...(so dont say i think the hab will contain loads of cultists, instead say im gonna shoot Niall or something like that)
See ya tomoro

Haha! You all have to wait for the event, whereas I don't! As I aint part of it! Bwhahahahahha *Gloat*

Sergeant Castella Simms rolled her neck. Her squad had gone 'rat catching' early in the morning when most of the bums were still high. It hadn't been hard to catch the one they were looking for. His name was Vinny Jones, and he could be trusted to spill the beans on all the little secrets he knew, provided he was persuaded. Castella slammed the butt of her shotgun onto his nose again, rewarding in a scream of agony, as bloody streamed from the nostrils.

"Vinny, Vinny, Vinny. I can keep this up all day, but after a while we both know your gonna run outta' nose. Feel like talking yet, you miserable son of a Grox?"

The dishevelled 'rat' spat blood on her shoe. Castella smiled. This kid obviously hadn't been around the block alot. No-one would do that to her. She motioned to a pair of Guardsmen from her squad to restrain him. They did this without a word, though they grinned maliciously as they held the struggling man still.

"Vinny. I really thought we could have been friends."

She lashed out with sudden viciousness., launching a kick that collided with his stomach, knocking all the wind clean out of him. He half doubled over, but was kept in place by the two guards.

"Look. If you cant tell me any local news, at least tell me which toff's come down to MY town, and started stirring things up. C'mon, I know you wanna tell me."

Vinny's breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Aint telling 'Blazing b*tch nothing. She's a menace to the snitches, they say. Better to get roughed up than to fall in line with her, they say." He grumbled.

Castella smiled.

"Oh dear. Guess your in for a bit of hurt then."

Her eyes seemed to flash for a second and she was suddenly gripping his head with one hand, and smashing the butt of her gun against his nose with the other hand. The nose was flattened against his face by the third collision, but she kept going until, finally, finally he yelled out a name.

"What was that? Who the hell is Niall?"

Vinny was dropped ruggedly to the floor, and he attempted to clutch his nose. A difficult task in itself when one no longer has a nose, whilst half crying half moaning.

Castella pulled a bottle of spirits from her belt, and poured it over him. Vinny cowered back in sudden terror. He had heard stories...

She lit a match.

"The thing is, everyone says they would never fall in line with me, but its all about knowing someone's limits. It may just be a black eye with someone, it maybe a kneecap with another. Its all down to the details."

The flames reflected off her grey eyes, and for a second, it looked like there were fires within the grey Ayeris.

She held the burning splint and weaved it lazily over his head.

"Niall?"

Vinny swallowed hard, his eyes transfixed on the burning flame. However, a sudden movement of the match towards his face brought him back to reality.

"H-he'sa no one, just some pompous junior who rose the ranks by spit n' polish!"

Castella motioned for him to continue.

"He wants to know why there seems to be unnecessary citizen brutality in this sector... Is planning on doing a full report on it. Its all I heard honest!"

Castella broke into a glassy, fake grin, causing her tattoos to twist and contort.

"You dont think im being too brutal do you?"

The flame danced above his head. Vinny gulped.

"No."

"You don't think my accidental slipping with my gun was brutal then?"

Vinny was just trying to make her hear what she wanted. He never was very bright though.

"No, not brutal at all."

Castella smiled, and licked her fingers. She pinched outt he flame.

"I best try harder then."

She pulled a knife out, and in a swift almost graceful motion, she slashed his eyes out.

As her squad left him mewling in the gutter, she grinned to herself. She'd learnt two things. Firstly, she had some new meat snooping around, and secondly, secondly, she now knew Vinnys limits. He of course might not be much use to them any more, but she hadn't thought of that at the time...

Castella and her squad moved off down another back alley, searching for another potential Vinny...

(OOC- , Bring it Ghosty, loving the fluff)

Noone could be bothered to PM me for this event (properly), except for Ludd. Ah well, I'll write it up now anyway, as not to keep you all waiting.


"Right, so here's the plan: half of us, lead by Niall, will go around the back entrance. The rest of you will follow me through the front entrance" Roger explained.
"How dare you order me around?" Niall spat at the law-enforcer.
"This," he said, "is my job. So shutup and listen, Emperor damnit."
"Feth.." Tor muttered under his breath. He was beginning to really dislike this security-officer.
Roger looked over at him. "Do you have something to say, stripling? If so then say it!"
Tor just returned Roger's unfriendly look.
"Just shutup! We don't have time for infighting, and as much as I hate to say it, I think we should do Houstan's plan."
"Suffer not the works of heretics" Roger said, making the sign of the aquila over his chest.
"Indeed. Niall, take your best and go around the back."
"Virgil, Teth, Orca, Mic, you're with me. The rest of you, follow Houstan. Move out!" Niall ordered.
Niall and his five soldiers sprinted around the back of the building.

Roger turned to the five remaining veterans. "Any of you ever done this type of thing before?"
Noone answered.
"Call yourselves veterans.." he mumbled.
"Right, split - half on each side of the door!"
The unit obeyed. Roger took the point on the left. He racked his shotgun, and pulled a fragmentation grenade from his belt. He whispered, "three.. two.. one.. go!" He kicked open the door, and a hail of autogun fire whisked passed them, out of the door.
"Frag loose!" Roger shouted, and lobbed the grenade. There were sounds of commotion from inside, before an explosion and screams of pain.
"Go, go, go!"
Roger ran around the door, into the dimly lit room. A person ran at him, a blade in his hand, poised to strike, and screaming at him in a strange language clearly not native to the planet. Roger pulled the trigger, and the man was knocked to the floor by the impact of the shot, blood flooding from multiple wounds on his chest. The other five men had entered by now, and were cautiously looking around. There were four dead men on the floor now, all with weapons in their hands - knives, stub and auto weapons. They all wore long robes, with blue and yellow colouring, and a strange symbol on the robes.
"Cultists" Roger said, spitting on the corpse of the man he'd just killed.
Next door, we're going to rush 'em. I'll take point. We don't know what we're going to find in there, but from the looks of this building, it should be a hallway."
The men pressed up against the wall, and Roger ran at the door, shoulder first, smashing it open. "Go!"

-----

Niall raised his Kraken pistol. "Lets take this door down, people!"
They heard gunfire from around the other side of the hab block. "Virgil, here, now!"
Tor walked over to his sergeant. "Sir?"
"We're gonna barge this door open. On the count of three," the two men took a few steps back, "one, two, three!" they ran at the door, and crashed into it, swinging it wide open. The five men piled in, only to find noone in the room. "Lets move on."

-----

Roger instinctively rolled on the floor, bullets flying past his head, impacting on the soldier behind, killing him. Roger found cover behind a small table that was in the hallway, and he kicked it over, and sat behind it. Another man ran in, letting loose with his autogun as he did, joining Roger behind the table. The other four men ran in, bolters and autoguns firing. Another was shot down, and the other three found cover behind various plants, cabinets and other things. Looking around the table, Roger saw four more cultists further down the long hallway. dozens of doors were either side of the hallway, leading to apartments no doubt. The cultists were dug in, or atleast, as dug in as you can be in a hallway - tables, chairs, anything that could be turned up had been, to create a barricade they could hide behind. From behind him, a bolter sang out, the shells impacting on the makeshift barricade, the acid sizzling and slowly eating away at the furniture. From imbetween the cover, one of the cultists fired, the shots impacting on the veteran. Looking back, Roger saw half a dozen impact marks on the mans' flak armour, although one bullet had hit his arm, which was now bleeding. The man cried out in pain. "Bastards!" he shouted, as he slid back behind cover.
"God damnit we're pinned!" the veteran next to Roger said.

-----

Niall burst through the next door, into a long hallway - he saw cultists taking shelter further up, firing at what he presumed must be Houstan's position. Their backs were turned. "Fire!" Niall called, and he let a shot off with his pistol. It impacted on a cultist, who fell to the floor, his autogun firing wildly for a few seconds. Two cultists turned, but they were gunned down almost instantly.
The last one, a woman, ran at them, a dagger raised. Niall tackled her, pushing her to the floor. He was on top of her, and he twisted her wrist, forcing her to cry out in pain and drop the dagger. He punched him, to no avail. He picked her up by the scruff of her robe, and held her up against the wall. "Where are your leaders?" he snarled in her face. The woman spat in his face.
"Piece of gak!" he said, before punching her in the stomach, hard. She keeled over, and fought for breath. A single shot rung out, and the woman was dead.
Turning around, he saw the other half of the force emerge from cover, and they walked over to his position. "Status?" Niall asked Houston.
"Two dead, one injured."
"Damn it." Niall said, looking at the men he had left. "Joe and Karn were good soldiers.. we'll come back for the bodies later. Take their ammo, and lets go."
"What about that one?" Roger asked, pointing at the soldier with the arm wound.
"Teth, take him and get out of here - get to a medical station ASAP!"
The veteran named Teth nodded, before walking off with his wounded comrade the way they had came.

-----

"We still need to cover the upper level."
"This time, we stick together, Houston."
Roger nodded.
The seven men walked to the end of the hallway, where they found a staircase. They walked up it cautiously. There were no cultists in the next hallway, and so they advanced. "Check every room!" Roger ordered.
Most of the rooms were empty. They reached the last two. "Let's take this one first" Niall said, and barged into the room. There was a cultist, with a gun, standing over two young girls, a dead man at his feet. He shouted something that Niall couldn't understand. Raising his pistol, Niall fired, but the cultist had seen it coming and dodged the shot, grabbing the two girls, gripping them in his arm and dragging them over to where he stood. He put his pistol against their heads.
"We've got a hostage situation here!"
"Put the weapon down!" shouted the cultist.
Niall knelt down slowly, putting his Kraken pistol on the floor, whilst simultaneously drawing his stub pistol. The cultist became slightly less tense. Niall whipped the snub pistol up, several shots impacting on the cultists' gun arm. He wailed out in agony, clutching the bloody mess of his right hand. The two girls escaped from his grip and ran out of the door behind Niall, into the waiting arms of the soldiers.
Niall grabbed his Kraken, and aimed both pistols at the cultist.
"Raaakla, tu-kookmardoczon harkava taza Tzeentch!" the cultist screamed at Niall.
The sergeant fired, finishing the cultist off. Holstering his pistols underneath his greatcoat, Niall quickly grabbed his pen and notebook, and wrote down a rough approximation of what he'd heard the cultist say.
"Damned heretic tongues" Roger commented, walking into the room. "You'd best forget what you heard, Niall, lest you be corrupted from the path of the Emperor yourself."
"My faith is sure" Niall replied.
"Yes, for now, atleast" Roger said, before walking out.
Niall turned away from the scene of slaughter in the room. The other one had checked out clear.

-----

As the soldiers filed out of the hab-block, carrying their dead over to where Rad, the wounded veteran, was being treated with Teth at his side. A crowd had gathered around the hab-block, with several dozen soldiers keeping them back. As the crowd cheered and clapped, Niall could only wonder, was his faith unshakable? He banished these impure thoughts from him, reassuring himself that he was faithful. But at the back of his mind, something whispered to him, but he couldn't hear what was being said. He just ignored it the best he could, before getting aboard a chimera with the others to be debriefed at military command.

Noone could be bothered to PM me for this event (properly), except for Ludd. Ah well, I'll write it up now anyway, as not to keep you all waiting.

***EVENT***

"Right, so here's the plan: half of us, lead by Niall, will go around the back entrance. The rest of you will follow me through the front entrance" Roger explained.
"How dare you order me around?" Niall spat at the law-enforcer.
"This," he said, "is my job. So shutup and listen, Emperor damnit."
"Feth.." Tor muttered under his breath. He was beginning to really dislike this security-officer.
Roger looked over at him. "Do you have something to say, stripling? If so then say it!"
Tor just returned Roger's unfriendly look.
"Just shutup! We don't have time for infighting, and as much as I hate to say it, I think we should do Houstan's plan."
"Suffer not the works of heretics" Roger said, making the sign of the aquila over his chest.
"Indeed. Niall, take your best and go around the back."
"Virgil, Teth, Orca, Mic, you're with me. The rest of you, follow Houstan. Move out!" Niall ordered.
Niall and his five soldiers sprinted around the back of the building.

Roger turned to the five remaining veterans. "Any of you ever done this type of thing before?"
Noone answered.
"Call yourselves veterans.." he mumbled.
"Right, split - half on each side of the door!"
The unit obeyed. Roger took the point on the left. He racked his shotgun, and pulled a fragmentation grenade from his belt. He whispered, "three.. two.. one.. go!" He kicked open the door, and a hail of autogun fire whisked passed them, out of the door.
"Frag loose!" Roger shouted, and lobbed the grenade. There were sounds of commotion from inside, before an explosion and screams of pain.
"Go, go, go!"
Roger ran around the door, into the dimly lit room. A person ran at him, a blade in his hand, poised to strike, and screaming at him in a strange language clearly not native to the planet. Roger pulled the trigger, and the man was knocked to the floor by the impact of the shot, blood flooding from multiple wounds on his chest. The other five men had entered by now, and were cautiously looking around. There were four dead men on the floor now, all with weapons in their hands - knives, stub and auto weapons. They all wore long robes, with blue and yellow colouring, and a strange symbol on the robes.
"Cultists" Roger said, spitting on the corpse of the man he'd just killed.
"Next door, we're going to rush 'em. I'll take point. We don't know what we're going to find in there, but from the looks of this building, it should be a hallway."
The men pressed up against the wall, and Roger ran at the door, shoulder first, smashing it open. "Go!"

-----

Niall raised his Kraken pistol. "Lets take this door down, people!"
They heard gunfire from around the other side of the hab block. "Virgil, here, now!"
Tor walked over to his sergeant. "Sir?"
"We're gonna barge this door open. On the count of three," the two men took a few steps back, "one, two, three!" they ran at the door, and crashed into it, swinging it wide open. The five men piled in, only to find noone in the room. "Lets move on."

-----

Roger instinctively rolled on the floor, bullets flying past his head, impacting on the soldier behind, killing him. Roger found cover behind a small table that was in the hallway, and he kicked it over, and sat behind it. Another man ran in, letting loose with his autogun as he did, joining Roger behind the table. The other four men ran in, bolters and autoguns firing. Another was shot down, and the other three found cover behind various plants, cabinets and other things. Looking around the table, Roger saw four more cultists further down the long hallway. Dozens of doors were either side of the hallway, leading to apartments no doubt. The cultists were dug in, or atleast, as dug in as you can be in a hallway - tables, chairs, anything that could be turned up had been, to create a barricade they could hide behind. From behind him, a bolter sang out, the shells impacting on the makeshift barricade, the acid sizzling and slowly eating away at the furniture. From imbetween the cover, one of the cultists fired, the shots impacting on the veteran. Looking back, Roger saw half a dozen impact marks on the mans' flak armour, although one bullet had hit his arm, which was now bleeding. The man cried out in pain. "Bastards!" he shouted, as he slid back behind cover.
"God damnit we're pinned!" the veteran next to Roger said.

-----

Niall burst through the next door, into a long hallway - he saw cultists taking shelter further up, firing at what he presumed must be Houstan's position. Their backs were turned. "Fire!" Niall called, and he let a shot off with his pistol. It impacted on a cultist, who fell to the floor, his autogun firing wildly for a few seconds. Two cultists turned, but they were gunned down almost instantly.
The last one, a woman, ran at them, a dagger raised. Niall tackled her, pushing her to the floor. He was on top of her, and he twisted her wrist, forcing her to cry out in pain and drop the dagger. She punched him, to no avail. He picked her up by the scruff of her robe, and held her up against the wall. "Where are your leaders?" he snarled in her face. The woman spat in his face.
"Piece of gak!" he said, before punching her in the stomach, hard. She keeled over, and fought for breath. A single shot rung out, and the woman was dead.
Turning around, he saw the other half of the force emerge from cover, and they walked over to his position. "Status?" Niall asked Houston.
"Two dead, one injured."
"Damn it." Niall said, looking at the men he had left. "Joe and Karn were good soldiers.. we'll come back for the bodies later. Take their ammo, and lets go."
"What about that one?" Roger asked, pointing at the soldier with the arm wound.
"Teth, take him and get out of here - get to a medical station ASAP!"
The veteran named Teth nodded, before walking off with his wounded comrade the way they had came.

-----

"We still need to cover the upper level."
"This time, we stick together, Houston."
Roger nodded.
The seven men walked to the end of the hallway, where they found a staircase. They walked up it cautiously. There were no cultists in the next hallway, and so they advanced. "Check every room!" Roger ordered.
Most of the rooms were empty. They reached the last two. "Let's take this one first" Niall said, and barged into the room. There was a cultist, with a gun, standing over two young girls, a dead man at his feet. He shouted something that Niall couldn't understand. Raising his pistol, Niall fired, but the cultist had seen it coming and dodged the shot, grabbing the two girls, gripping them in his arm and dragging them over to where he stood. He put his pistol against their heads.
"We've got a hostage situation here!"
"Put the weapon down!" shouted the cultist.
Niall knelt down slowly, putting his Kraken pistol on the floor, whilst simultaneously drawing his auto pistol. The cultist became slightly less tense. Niall whipped the auto pistol up, several shots impacting on the cultists' gun arm. He wailed out in agony, clutching the bloody mess of his right hand. The two girls escaped from his grip and ran out of the door behind Niall, into the waiting arms of the soldiers.
Niall grabbed his Kraken, and aimed both pistols at the cultist.
"Raaakla, tu-kookmardoczon harkava taza Tzeentch!" the cultist screamed at Niall.
The sergeant fired, finishing the cultist off. Holstering his pistols underneath his greatcoat, Niall quickly grabbed his pen and notebook, and wrote down a rough approximation of what he'd heard the cultist say.
"Damned heretic tongues" Roger commented, walking into the room. "You'd best forget what you heard, Niall, lest you be corrupted from the path of the Emperor yourself."
"My faith is sure" Niall replied.
"Yes, for now, atleast" Roger said, before walking out.
Niall turned away from the scene of slaughter in the room. The other one had checked out clear.

-----

As the soldiers filed out of the hab-block, carrying their dead over to where Rad, the wounded veteran, was being treated with Teth at his side. A crowd had gathered around the hab-block, with several dozen soldiers keeping them back. As the crowd cheered and clapped, Niall could only wonder, was his faith unshakable? He banished these impure thoughts, reassuring himself that he was faithful. But at the back of his mind, something whispered to him, but he couldn't hear what was being said. He just ignored it the best he could, before getting aboard a chimera with the others to be debriefed at military command.

The Command Room was hot, the consoles and readouts giving off huge amounts of heat into the enclosed space. Niall looked the commander in the eye, face impassive and began the debrief.
"We were joined by an agent of the most holy emperor on the way to our transit, sir" Niall forced the last words out but his face remained impassive.
"On who's authority?"
"An Inquisitor Morth."
A quizzical frown, a show of recognition flashed across the commander's face.
"I see, where is this agent now Niall?"
"In the barracks, I gave him one of the spare billets, I trust he will not be attatched to my squad permanently."
"We'll see Niall, with this report of cultists we may need all the help we can get, but I will need to talk to this 'Houston' first."

A small girl sat on a sack of wheat and cried to herself. She was all alone, and her mamma was gone. Now she was stuck in the street, with no one caring that she was unaccompanied.

If Castella had a weakness, it was children. She would happily beat an old man to death, but a kid caught stealing? No, he'd get a rap on the knuckles and sent home. It harked back to when she was a kid, and how her father never beat her. He always resolved things peacefully, and never raised his hand. Though her parents ideals hadn't rubbed off on her, Castella drew the line at beating children. Everyone had their limits.

So when she saw the small girl sitting all by herself, in a bustling street she felt moved to help.

"Corporal, take the squad and hit the rack, we done some good work today, and you need the rest. Dont go getting pissed now, We're going to find out who Niall is tonight, and I want you on best behaviour."

The heavy set man nodded, and signalled to the soldiers to move out, leaving Castella alone. Some saw this as foolish, for a bully can only truly be safe from the victims when they're in a group of like-minded people. However, People had learnt this wasn't the case, and many a would be attacker found themselves seriously debilitated when the regained consciousness the following day.

Castella shouldered her shotgun, and moved through the crowd to the girl, who was sobbing to herself. She sat down next to the child on the sack of wheat, and watched the world pass them by.

Presently, the girl turned and realised someone was sitting next to her. She jumped backwards in fright. Castella had a way of walking in plain sight, and just not being seen.

"Hey Honey, you ok?" she said, smiling brightly to the little girl.

"N-no, m'am, I cant find my Mamma."

Castella put her arm round the girl, and squeezed her affectionately.

"Don' you worry about that, im sure she's worried sick, and looking for you right now. What's your name?"

"Anjal, M'am. And I don't think she is, or she wouldn't have left me here in the first place."

'Bright kid' Castella thought. 'everything happens for a reason'

"That's a pretty name, sounds a bit like angel. Mine is Castella, but you can call me.... Scarlet. If you'd like. M'am seems a bit too formal, doesn't it?"

Anjal nodded politely and rubbed some tears from her face.

"You have scribbles all on your face."

'Scarlet' burst into laughter.

"They're called tattoos, honey, They're part of my identity. I have another that you'd like if you want to see?"

"Ok."

Castella rolled up her sleeve, and past the tattoo patterns, and past the various scars and bullet marks, just at her shoulder, was an image of a small pink bunny rabbit.

"Cute huh?"

Anjal smiled and nodded vigorously.

"Right. Lets stop moping around here. Your coming back to the precint with me, i'll get you a nice cup o' cocoa, and then we'll get right onto finding your mamma. Does that sound good?"

"Yes Scarlet."

They walked back slowly, hand in hand. No one dared look Castella in the eye, and people would get out of her way as quickly as they could. Anjal didn't seem to notice.

Virgil crashed down on his bunk. He wanted to fall asleep, The actions downtown were tiring. And It was hot inside,too. He forced himself back up after realizing he still had his gear on. After undoing his flak and putting away his other gear. He crashed down again.
"Tomorow I just have to go to the pub."
Virgil slept.

Niall was frustrated, he sat in front of his desk in the Junior Officer's quarters. The Arbites/Civilian brutality case he had begun to follow up was once again forced to the bottom of his multitude of files, all neatly organised, but vast in their number. Niall sighed, as if cultists wasn't enough, he had this emperor damned inquisitor's agent to deal with...

thanks for the event Dark.

(what now?)

Feth it Niall thought, he wasn't going to sit at his desk all day pushing paper. He would carry out his commander's obvious intentions, keep an eye on that Houston fellow... Trooper Virgil can have a chance to prove himself at long last, the jumped-up child. He immediately set out for Virgil's billet, the next stage of his plan already formed in his mind.
(How about this for a What now?)