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Krost sighed softly to himself as he listened to Kel’sab go on, slowly realizing what sort of person he really was. He had no problems with mutants. Hell, he didn’t even have any problems with Psykers. However, he despised zealots. These religious fanatics drove him insane, and to have a vigilante fanatic come and disturb him while he worked was the worst of things imaginable at the moment.
“Great, just what I needed today. Another hero of the Imperium…”
Mumbled Krost, to himself. Such words could get him executed elsewhere in the galaxy but hopefully the company he was in wasn’t keen on blowing his head off at the slightest bit of hating those who worshiped the Emperor a little too much.
“Listen, we’ve got it all under-“
He was speaking, but was cut off by the sounds of trucks pulling up and some random scroll being stuck in his face. A Major, of some kind. The man became slightly annoyed at the arrival of a fanatic mutant and some random officer who he had never heard of before at his check point, Krost simply wished to get his men out before large crowds of rioters tried to swarm them and tear them apart. Without even questioning it, the man nodded.
“Aye, sir. I shall have that gate open for you in a moment.”
Krost gave Kassia a nod of the head before he moved away and towards the controls for the gate, slowly opening it and nothing for the Major to bring his trucks through. He then stepped back over towards the other NCO, watching as he waited for these transports to roll by. His head glanced around and looked for the mutant as well.
“Do you ever wonder if we’re doing the right thing?”
Asked the Kriegsman to Kassia. Again, a strange thing to be hearing from a Krieger, a man who was supposedly willing and able to die for the Empire at any given moment to atone for his sins.
Watchmaster Krost Engineer of the Death Korp of Krieg
Post by Victor Von Villain on Jan 31, 2024 18:43:17 GMT
As the small shuttle finished it's landing procedures, Victor watched as the little servo skull detached from the console. Saying the skull wasn't the best pilot was putting it mildly, but at at least this time they didin't tear off the shuttle's landing gear. As Nott started to float over to Victor, he grabbed a map from his coat pocket.
"Ready little buddy? We've got an important third lung bypass to complete. I heard there was even an overactive Betcher's Gland, so things can get a bit spicy." Victor idly chatted to Nott as he left the shuttle thought the open bay dock. As Victor looked around the square, one thing caught his attention. "Where is everybody? I thought this was a hive city, where is everybody? I'd think a regiment of White scars would've drawn more attention than complete silence." <<++Duck++>> The intrusive thought entered his head, and despite Victor hating himself for it, he did indeed duck. A Molotov cocktail sailed past him shattering against the small shuttle. As the flames started to spread, Victor realized that if he hadn't have ducked, his head would've broken the bottle instead of the shuttle. Victor had to make a choice, stay with the ship or run. As he started to see hostile faces pop out of nearby structures, he made up his mind, He couldn't stand by his shuttle. He turned to Nott and grabbed one of the dangling wires underneath the floating servo-skull and wrapped it around his arm. Victor bolted for the nearest alleyway, he'd figure out where he's going on the run. Eventually he'll find friendlies, right?
<<++Take the next left++>> Surely he must have had the wrong planet, or wrong city, right? <<++Right++>> Nope, checking the papers over again while in full sprint told him he had the right place. <<++Straight for 30 meters, then abrupt left++>> Now that he looked at the papers, something looked a bit fishy, the Betcher's Gland shouldn't have been a listed complication. It was nowhere near the third lung, it was in the mouth. <<++Jump over the pipes++>> Someone had set him up, that was one possible solution. <<++Under the fence and then a hard right++>>Wait. . . I'm having a flare up aren't I? Victor, hands shaking, stopped running and reached towards his belt and withdrew a small vial containing a translucent liquid. He popped the cork and quickly took a swig before returning it to his belt. <<++ Straight ahe. . .++>> As the intrusive voice faded, Victor stepped towards a new clearing. Victor knew he was a fool for allowing the psychotic episode to last as long as it did, but he got caught up in the moment.
As victor turned the corner, he saw a symbol that sent relief through his pounding heart: a skull flanked by large wings. This was the sign of the Astra Militarum, good people. Currently they were moving the barricade separating Victor from the other side of a secured position. This was supposedly to let large trucks pass through the defense line. As soon as the group noticed Victor, He threw his hands in the air, dragging the attached servo-skull along for the ride. "Unarmed! Unarmed! Medical personnel. I think I ended up here by accident." After a moment, Victor adds an offer. "How about I help you with whatever you're doing, and in return. . . I accompany you off world. You see. . .my personal craft suffered some damages on arrival. I should be out of your hair as soon as I re-dock with the medical cruiser."
"We're ready, it'll be our end out we're ready and THEY WILL BURN" can a voice filled with venom. Hands clenching and unclenching around the weapon in their hands.
"They'll come in behind the lines and look to crush us, remember grandpa's tales of what happened in '42." Came an older woman, one that spoke of loss, of the weight of their service to the Hive, of resignation to their set course.
"Then keep the kids up on the Enforcers, they'll hesitate, the women in the middle to move, and old men at the back, ready for their charge and the fighters for the counter charge. Curse the vanity of House Estra."
A new voice chimes in "What do you mean their vanity? This ain't about the shift and the lower foundry shifts?"
"It's also about that, hard times mean hard shifts, but this ain't that. Eva overheard some of those first boys saying something about an Arboretum, for some Lady they ain't dare name." A nervous pause "Chant is that she's using the order for herself."
A radio crackled and three tones came over it, a silence descending on the group, one or two blinking away a wetness at the corner of their eyes.
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With the barriers raised the trucks started to move through, from the amount of trucks they seemed to be bringing supplies to perhaps thousands. Anyone savvy would know this was most of the populous within the riot cordon.
The suspension on the trucks riding surprisingly light, given the cargo they were transporting. In fact as the last truck went past, the back unfurled sharing a sight of armoured figures filling the truck. No faces visible, just grim, worn armour, a mix of auto and las guns. The tarpaulin flapping loosely as the truck turned the corner disappeared from sight, heading to the source of the noise and disruption to the hive.
Post by Kel'sab Melnath on Feb 18, 2024 17:47:39 GMT
The hunched man jabs a finger towards the convoy as it rumbles through. "Control?!" Before a no-doubt suicidal rant could begin, the frantic arrival of another helpful citizen interrupts.
A snotty, gurgle roars up the back of the disheveled man's throat. "Here! Yet anoth- *hack* another of wisdom!"
With the last of the transports rolling through, a single popped wide eye catches the true contents of the truck. "Look.. look guardsman! Purgation?! Not at His warriors hands, but the judgement of the Highborn?!"
With a wide sweep he motions to the medicae. "You would bar true aid from passage!?"
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