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Eddie gives Fran a funny look, as though she'd just insulted his mother. "For you, buddy, these ones are on the house," he says, returning his focus to the sergeant. "Maria, nine Basgat Specials for my friends here," he calls to the woman behind the counter, who curses and mumbles under her breath as she heads to the kitchen. Eddie leads the squad to a pair of booths, where he smears the grease on the tables around a bit with a rag. As the troopers take their seats, two customers who are seated nearby vacate their seats and make their way to the exit with unhappy looks on their faces. One of them bumps into Bennett, who is occupied with reading a menu at the counter. She drops the menu and her carbine, and cries, "Hey!" but the two workers leave the establishment without looking back. Eddie looks at the door where the two customers just disappeared and says, "Ah, this place has really gone to poo poo lately. Fuckers didn't even leave a tip! Anyway, how's the Force treating you?"
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Doren Parsis Doren slid into the soft and battered plastek seats of the booth, his back to the wall, a lifetime of bullying and a strict PDF training regime and ensured he was always on guard away from home. Keeping one eye on the door he idly drew shapes in the grease-streaked tabletop, half listening to the Sergeant's conversation as he waited for the food to arrive so they could get on with the patrol. He felt vaguely uncomfortable they had stopped into a civilian business "for a bite to eat", and his expression no doubt reflected his unease and distaste. Keeping my eyes on the street outside.
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Stanley When he hears Bennett's cry Stanley looks over. "Bennett, check your pockets. And don't drop your carbine again!" Turning back to Eddie he replies, "Well I'd say I can't complain, but then I'd be lying. Chows bad and they have us sleeping in a roach motel. Comissars breathing down your neck, waiting for you to mess up. Beats Administatium work though. We just finished with training, now we've got two years before our service is up."
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Due to forums user simsense cumshots being probated but wanting to do stuff, the following post has been revised. As the two workers leave, Falcone notices they don't seem particularly happy to see the PDF, and thinks they may have even bumped into Bennett on purpose. Not wanting to let things lie, he stands and follows them out of the diner. By the time he manages to extricate himself from the crowded booths and get to the exit, they have already walked twenty metres. He calls out to the pair, who turn and see an angry-looking soldier wielding a flamer and yelling at them, and promptly flee down an alley. Falcone, not willing to give chase by himself, decides to smoke a lho before returning inside. He mentions his thoughts about the two workers to Yelnats before heading back outside with Giuseppe for another smoke. The troopers continue talking among themselves and with Eddie until their food is ready. Moore calls for Falcone and Giuseppe to come in, as Maria brings over a tray heaped with lumps that must be the burgers. As she's about to place the tray on the table, Doren spots a figure run up to the store and hurl something. A flaming bottle smashes through the storefront window, scattering glass across the floor. The bottle shatters on the counter, spraying burning liquid in a large area. Maria screams and drops the burgers on the floor, jumping into a nearby booth and cowering under the table. Eddie cries, "poo poo!" and runs into the kitchen. Falcone and Giuseppe turn around and see five people, their heads wrapped in cloths. Two of them hold molotovs, while the other three carry assorted makeshift weapons, including a length of rebar and some large fragments of concrete. One of them shouts, "come and get it, pigs!" before winding back his arm to throw his firebomb. MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 11:23 on Aug 2, 2014 |
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Reggie Reggie's eyes widen as the glass smashes in, his forkful of eggs falling back onto the plate. "Ohhhh no!" He wipes his mouth quickly on his sleeve and shoves out from the table, keeping low as he swings his carbine from his back. The weapon specialist ducks behind one of the booths, glancing back to Carrie and motioning for her to poke her head up and look out. He has no clue what to expect, but looking over at the flames from the molotov, he can't help but wonder how this first firefight was going to end.
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So it looks like you'll be getting into combat. As it seems to be popular lately, and it's a lot easier than the alternative, I'll be playing combat fast and loose. Post combat statblocks, roll for initiative and give a general overview of what you want to do. I'll run through the combat turns until something important happens. I've also thrown together a quick map so you know roughly where stuff is. Distances shouldn't really matter much but assume Falcone and Giuseppe are 15-20m from the bad guys.
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Doren Parsis Doren instinctively rolls out of his seat, dropping to the ground and allowing his comrades to get out of the tight formation they'd found themselves in. As he rights himself behind a nearby booth, he swings his lasgun up and sights along the barrel, squirting lancing bolts towards the targets, hoping the sudden fire will make them put their heads down and give the rest of the squad time to react. As the fire blasts towards his targets, he yells to the Sergeant for further instruction. This was not going to be a good first day. Initiative: (10:12:41 AM) crowtribe: 1d10+4 (10:12:42 AM) Hashutbot: crowtribe, 1d10+4: 11 [1d10=7] Suppressing fire at the targets - trying to buy us time. Will move to better cover and continue suppressing as the better shots close and engage. Comrade is using a half action to Ranged Volley, giving me +5 to BS. Suppressing fire is full round action, -20 BS. BS is now 18 with any modifiers for range etc not applied. pre:Lascarbine Normal: 75m S/2/- 1d10+4 E, 0 PEN 30/30 Half Rld Reliable Armor: Head: [2] Body: [3] Arms: [0] Legs: [0] Weapon Skill: 27 | [20+7] Ballastic Skill: 33 | [20+13] Strength: 29 | [20+9] Toughness: 27 | [20+10] [-3 regiment] Agility: 41 | [20+15] [+3 regiment] [+3 homeworld] Intelligence: 50 | [20+17] [+3 homeworld] [+5 career] [+5 simple] Perception: 38 | [20+13] [+5 simple] Willpower: 28 | [20+8] Fellowship: 29 | [20+9] crowtribe fucked around with this message at 03:18 on Aug 3, 2014 |
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Reggie Lifting up from cover, Reggie braces his carbine on the side of the booth and takes a moment to line up his sights. He raises his hand and motions for Carrie to take aim as well. "On three, open up!" Reggie grips his weapon again, counting up from one. On three, he opens fire with Carrie, a volley of laser fire spraying from the shop at the idiots who opened up on them. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4592701/ Initiative is 8. Comrade is using a half action to Ranged Volley, giving me +5 to BS. Half-action aim, then semi-auto. Testing at 54. If I hit, I automatically land both hits, due to Lasgun Barrage and Fluid Action, as well as a bonus +1 damage, and the enemy will suffer -10 to dodge. pre:BS: 39 T: 32 Ag: 42 W: 12/12 FP: 1/1 Lasgun Barrage - When firing Las weapons on full or semi-auto, automaticaly gain 1 DoS Lasgun Expertise - Enemy suffers -5 to dodge for every DoS on a las weapon attack Lasgun Mastery - +1 damage per every 2 DoS Lascarbine -Fluid Action: Gain 1 automatically; rld takes one half action longer -Quick Release: Reduce reload by one half action Normal: 75m S/2/- 1d10+4 E, 0 PEN 30/30 Half Rld Reliable Overcharge: 75m S/2/- 1d10+5 E, 0 PEN 15/15 Half Rld Reliable Overload: 75m S/2/- 1d10+6 E, 2 PEN 8/8 Half Rld Unreliable
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 Falcone Falcone jogs forward while motioning for Giuseppe to take cover, looking like a big fat idiot as his pants split and everyone sees his Teenage Mutant Ninja Grox boxers. Once he feels he's close enough, he opens fire, literally, on the would be insurgents. Purification spread, just like they told him, and a battlecry builds in his throat. He bares his teeth, screaming out, "SUGOII~!!!" As he watched promethium shoot from his flamer he thought for a moment about how he wouldn't be able to enjoy meat for a month, especially once the smell of other men cooking alive got to his nose. He also wonders if he's a big fat idiot and yes, he concludes, he is. What a shame. Half action move of 4 meters, open up with the flamethrower, Falcone comes to the realization he is a big fat idiot, and will carry the stigma for the rest of his natural life. pre:BS: 50 T: 25 Ag: 40 W: 13/13 FP: 2/2 Flamer deals some damage i ain't lookin' that poo poo up for you dozer John Dyne fucked around with this message at 19:57 on Aug 2, 2014 |
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Stanley "poo poo! Sorry Eddie!" Stanley feels pretty bad that his friends shop just got set on fire because of them. He'll have to do something to make it up to the man. "Get those assholes! Preferably alive!" He yells out, then charges through the door at them. Charge attack, closest dude. Chainsword is off, trying to knock out rather than kill. pre:WS: 38 BS: 36 T: 30 Ag: 35 W: 12/12 FP: 2/2 Lascarbine: 75m S/2/- 1d10+4 E, 0 PEN 30/30 Half Rld Reliable Laspistol: 30m S/2/- 1d10+2 E, 0 PEN 30/30 Half Rld Reliable Chainsword: 1d10+2 R, 2 PEN Tearing, Balanced
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Thinking quickly, Doren lays down a hail of las-fire, causing more than half of the malcontents to hit the ground. The molotov-thrower is too engrossed in launching his missile to care, as is one other, who hurls a fist-sized chunk of concrete at Falcone and Giuseppe. The concrete strikes Falcone and bounces off his helmet harmlessly, but the fire bomb bursts on Giuseppe's chest, showering himm in burning fuel. Falcone sees the attack coming and manages to throw himself out of the way, escaping unscathed. In retaliation, Reggie and Bennett fire a volley shots into the molotov-thrower, leaving a neat pair of smoking holes in his chest. The rebel slumps onto his face. Falcone seeks revenge on the rebels, engulfing them in his own flame and leaving three of them as nothing more than burning bodies on the pavement. Stanley quickly closes the distance to the last remaining enemy and, together with Foste, subdues him with a hit to the head using the flat of his chainsword. Doren rushes outside and, together with Falcone, manages to put Giuseppe out before any further damage is done. Eddie comes rushing out of the kitchen with a fire extinguisher, which he uses to douse the flames at the front of the counter. The diner is saved, even if the counter and a few tables are burned beyond repair. Doren suppresses three out of five rebels. The two remaining rebels attack Giuseppe and Falcone; Giuseppe is auto-hit by virtue of being a comrade and is now Wounded, while Falcone passes his Ag test. Reggie hits, killing one rebel. Falcone opens up with his flamer, crisping three rebels and leaving one wounded. Stanley knocks the remaining enemy out.
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 Doren Parsis Leaning over the stricken Guiseppe, Doren reaches into the medi-kit at his hip, grimacing at the heatflash and scorched and missing hair, as he withdraws a antisep spray and dressings. ("Elson, give me a hand here and earn your keep.") Gingerly spraying his squadmate's face, arms and chest, he wraps the clean dressing across his face, carefully checking Guiseppe's eyes for serious damage. Medicae check - Int 55 + 20 for Medi-Kit, 75 +/- any situational modifiers. Diagnosis and treatment. "Sargeant, what's your orders? We calling this in and beating a hasty retreat?" he asks as he finishes on Guiseppe. The medic moves away from his handiwork and takes a lho-stick from a handy pack, pressing it against the smouldering remains of his charge's uniform until the end catches, drawing deep. His other hand strays to the butt of his rifle, knuckles white with his firm grip. "Falcone, how are you holding up? Your first taste of real combat can be a bit harrowing, I want to make sure you're not going to lapse into shock," he inquires in a calm but business-like tone. crowtribe fucked around with this message at 08:37 on Aug 4, 2014 |
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Francine Before Francine can even drop her protein bar and raise her las-carbine the battle is over. She curses herself for being so damned slow compared to how fast the others had been moving. Treats them right though, what was Stanley thinking, having the whole squad eat while no one kept watch? While she'll not bring it directly to Stanley's attention, she will file it away if an inquest is ever opened up on his behaviors. Fran quickly evacuates herself from the building to avoid developing breathing complications from the burning fuel and and building. Out on the street she draws her las-carbine and begins to cover the street. She speaks to the medic without turning to address him, "No, we're first responders on scene, we should secure the location until fire. rescue, and local enforcers come to secure the scene, right sarge?"
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Reggie Reggie stands up from his kneel, slinging his carbine back over his shoulder. He lowers his head and closes his eyes, muttering softly in prayer as he makes the sign of the Aquila. When he raises his head, he turns around to Eddie, running a hand over his head. "You alright? Any damage, anyone else hurt?" He glances around the bar, visibly concerned.
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Stanely Putting his chainsword away, Stanley takes off his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. He feels a bit sick as he looks at and smells the charred corpses. First loving day, and things went sour. He takes a look around the street, then puts his cap back on. "Right. Doren, keep working on Guiseppe. Everyone else, we're dragging these bodies back in that alley. Tie up the two survivors and bring them back inside when you're done. Then we'll kick some sand up over these burn marks and help pick up the diner." To the side Aron is looking a bit queasy. "Aron, get your vox up and call this in. Attack on a patrol, attackers neutralized with four dead and one captured alive. Patrol suffered only one wounded and will await orders." Quornes fucked around with this message at 05:57 on Aug 5, 2014 |
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Doren Paris Doren neatly adjusted the dressings across Guiseppe's eyes and face and then took hold of his blindly grasping hand in his own and placed it on his shoulder. "Hold on to me and I'll guide you until we get a better look at you back at Command." Walking back into the diner, he gets the attention of the Sergeant as they go about cleaning up the damaged diner and leans in close to whisper to him, "Not to be a pessimist, sir but maybe we should get someone up top if there's roof access. Sorry to say, I think we might be in a bit of hot water back at command when they get wind of the situation. Maybe it'd be a good idea to 'cook' something up." Normally I'd say gently caress puns but I couldn't resist. crowtribe fucked around with this message at 05:38 on Aug 7, 2014 |
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Doren is able to clean and dress Giuseppe's wounds to a respectable level, although he'll need further attention when they get back to base. While Foste attempts to raise HQ on the vox, the the remaining troopers perform the grisly task of relocating the burned bodies to the nearby alley. The lone surviving rebel is dumped unceremoniously on one of the booth tables. Foste finally gets a vox connection and says, "This is squad four-eight-four, we've encountered hostiles but we've neutralised them. Four enemy dead, one captured. One non-lethal friendly casualty. Please advise." The reply comes back, "Copy four-eight-four. We've got nobody to assist right now, you'll need to extract yourselves. Please bring captured enemy to the corner of Gutenberg and Helvetica streets for a rendezvous." Yelnats consults his maps and estimates the rendezvous is about 3.5km from the diner and should take 45 minutes to walk there. Doren initially fails to heal Giuseppe but spends a fate point and succeeds on the reroll with 2 DoS. Giuseppe will be fully healed in 5 days. Until then, he can only walk and if he's wounded again he dies. MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 05:42 on Aug 7, 2014 |
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Alright dudes quick question time. Do you want to go corrupt cops, police academy, or just keep bumbling along? Edit: vvv you're right let's just police academy this poo poo or something Quornes fucked around with this message at 07:15 on Aug 7, 2014 |
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I'm easy any of those selections, however I think going too corrupt might be going against our pre-established backgrounds.
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Stanley Damm that's a long way to drag this guy. Typical that they won't even send them a vehicle. He speaks to Eddie. "Sorry about the mess these assholes caused. I'll try and make it up to you, but right we have to take the last guy in." Then he addresses his squad. "Ok no time for burgers now. They want us to drag the prisoner to a drop off point and then head back to base. Let's get the fucker and go."
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Francine The heavy Gunner nods her assent to the sergeant, "as he's wounded should the medic be on transport duty? "
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Doren Parsis Doren sighed inwardly - he was starting to get the impression Ms Ouster neither valued nor cared for him or his company. He didn't intend on hanging out any of his new squad to dry in a combat situation, and he hoped she would feel the same way if the situation arose. Perhaps it would be an idea to approach her in a more appropriate time and place to discuss the matter. Not wishing to cloud his attention and judgement with stray thoughts, he shook his head and concentrated on the matter at hand. "Sir, extracting an unconscious, wounded enemy combatant through possibly hostile territory may be not the best approach. If we were to properly restrain this individual and I could wake him, we may be able to have him march under his own power. It'd also leave another trooper on overwatch in case anything further untoward were to occur." Medicae test to see if I have/can apply anything like an adrenaline shot or smelling salts or something to wake the prisoner up? I math'd my earlier one wrong as discussed, so the correct test should be against a total of 85 I believe - INT + Medicae (Trained) + Medikit.
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Francine Fran continues to scan the streets, "Do any of us have restraints? An unconscious prisoner won't run from us, but a conscious one will. Do we know command's priority on the prisoner? If we encounter heavy resistance on the way to the objective, are we authorized to abandon the prisoner and retreat? I don't want to die day one on the job over some punk playing revolutionary, sir. "
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Eddie looks around the charred remains of his diner and signs. "Yeah, ahh, don't worry about it. Wasn't your fault, buddy. These guys, it's these guys' fault. They think they can change things around here, you know? They can't; nobody can. You just gotta go with the flow. Adapt, like you and me, eh, buddy?" Doren rummages through his medikit and pulls out a small packet of ammonia salts and a field tourniquet. As a restraint it's not ideal but it's the best they've got. He ties the rebel's hands behind his back and breaks the smelling salts under his nose. The rebel slowly comes around, and takes a moment to realise the situation he's in. To his credit, he doesn't cry out; he clamps his mouth shut and glares at the troopers. If you want to hang out here for a while, go ahead. Otherwise, tell me how you'd like to proceed to the rendezvous.
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Stanley He shakes Eddies hand, handing off one of his smoke grenades. "Its not much but its all I can get away with for now. I know you still know people. It'll help cover the costs here. Least I can do old friend." Turning around he sees the just then awakening prisoner. He takes a knee to speak to the man on the floor and adopts his best gruff but gentle old man look. "Now boy, you're in a lot of trouble. I don't know why you decided it would be a good idea to try and fight us. I mean, yes we're PDF and I speak for all of us when I say no one likes the govenor or his policies. So you see us and think 'Hey, here's a way to strike back'. Well poo poo son, we're loving conscripts. None of us asked to be here. I'd rather be home with my wife and son. He's only a couple of years younger than you. Hell I've been part of protests and riots back in my day, I don't blame you striking out. What I do blame you for is this" Stanley sweeps his arm around the room, pointing to the burned floor and the other diner patrons. "Innocent people in here, in the diner of a good man who you tried to burn down. You could of killed these people. Burned them alive. And you know now that's not a good way to go. Now we're here, and I've got orders to turn you in." His faces softens and turns kindly as he puts a hand on the young mans shoulder "There's two ways we can go about this, the hard way and the easy way. The hard way, we drag you there and just hand you over to face whatever punishment they devise. The easy way, and I think you should take this one, is you tell me why you and your friends decided to attack us here, and if you're working with anyone else. If you do this, for me, well I will testify that you took no part in the attack and merely looked horrified while the others did. We only took you prisoner because of your proximity, and you should get off lightly. Now what's its going to be?" Straight Fel here I guess, 43 TN, plus if you give any modifiers for the speech. After the guys response, we head out to where we are supposed to take him. Two man file, with the prisoner in the middle.
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Doren Parsis Frankly Doren couldn't give a grox's rear end what happened to the prisoner - better that he'd have been hit by lasfire or Falcone's flamer than they be stuck with the ungrateful lout. The Sergeant was right though - the only thing separating Squad 484 from their attackers was the ill-luck to have had their names drawn in the conscription lottery. In the medicae's head, the PDF had it worse with the Commissariat breathing down their neck always on the look out for one wrong step.
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Francine Fran just stands there as Stanley speaks to the prisoner. Every cell in her body wants to scream at the man. How dare he denigrate the service they were in! For everyone else in the squad this was just some boring poo poo they had to do for two years. Francine was the only one that wanted to be there! She was the only one that had to bust her rear end off to pass the physicals. Do they even know how sick you have to be for the PDF to even consider granting a deferment? They let the old feth Stanley in for Emperor's sake! And how dare he speak ill of the Governor and his policies! She's never had an issue with the Governor, he's always treated the Typesetters Union, and by extension most of her family, well! Fran comes to her senses when she realizes that during her mental rant her weapon slowly began to pan towards the prisoner and the Sergeant, with her finger still on the trigger. She lowers the weapon as quickly as she can. "So are we taking him or not sir?"
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Eddie looks at the smoke grenade in his hand dumbly for a moment, then says, "Yeah, thanks pal." He disappears into the kitchen again, this time returning with a broom, and begins cleaning up the ruined diner. The young man looks at Stanley with fire in his eyes. "You say you've got no choice but guess what, I was meant to be drafted, too. The difference between you and me is, I decided I'm not going to do the dirty work of those assholes across the Gap while they sit around getting fat. It's only a matter of time, and when the time comes, if you're not with us, you're against us," he says defiantly. "There are others, but you can't stop us." He falls silent, and refuses to speak further. The squad heads out toward the rendezvous, bringing along their prisoner and the wounded Giuseppe. Despite his wounds, Giuseppe is in high spirits, easily chatting with Falcone and Elson, and drawing deeply on his lho. The troopers draw a few more looks now - a few children even begin tailing them at a distance, pretending to march comically and shooting each other with sticks and finger pistols. I'll make part 2 of this update when I get home.
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The march to the rendezvous is long and tense, with plenty of dark alleys and curtained windows from which an attack could come, though none ever comes. The squad arrive at the intersection before the truck, and so set up a defensive position. They don't have to wait long, though, as a PDF truck rolls in after only ten minutes of waiting. Two troopers climb down out of the back and take the prisoner; one of them hands an envelope to Stanley. "Looks like you've got more work to do," says the driver, nodding at the envelope before he drives off. Stanley opens the envelope and removes the single sheet of paper inside. It reads: pre:BYTHOS PDF COMMAND Sergeant We have received word that a citizen in your area is selling illegal goods. This is a crime that cannot be left unpunished. The citizen has been selling illegally obtained foodstuffs through an unauthorised establishment. You are to apprehend this citizen and bring them in for questioning and punishment. Citizen's details are as follows: ID: C6B0-82XN-7BH0 Name: Edward Cronauer Gender: Male Age: 47 Occupation: Proprietor, Eddie's Diner Once you have apprehended the citizen, radio in and return to this rendezvous for extraction. MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 05:19 on Aug 12, 2014 |
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Falcone Falcone gives Giuseppe 1 for the road as he hops on the truck. "You lucky gently caress! First day on the job and you get to go goldbrick in the medicaes office! I'll see you around!" I'm good without a comrade.
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Stanley What... He closes his eyes for a moment. Not Eddie. Poor Eddie. Stanley has to find a way to work this out.... gently caress it. He'll think of something on the way there. "Alright boys and girls, no rest for the wicked. Time to head on out." He leads the squad back to the diner.
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Doren Parsis "What's the good word, Sergeant? I'm not overly keen to go back into the sand-viper's nest of Area D, I must say," Doren remarked, staring wistfully at the retreating truck as it raises a cloud of dust from the ferrocrete and bitume roadway. Holding the grip of his lasrifle tight, he jammed the stock into his shoulder, ready to raise it at a moment's notice, his finger laid across the guard in preparation, he brushed at his helmet with his free hand to remove the omnipresent dust and grit and reveal the white medicae symbol displayed upon the side.
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Francine Fran is glad to have the prisoner off their hands. She realizes they are PDF and not Guard, that dealing with prisoners is part of the job, but being forced to march through the surrounding blocks instead of securing the location for support is just Emperor damned sloppy work. While doing the Prisoner exchange, Fran makes sure all her weapons are primed. She double checks the wheel gun to make sure rounds were loaded, and took the down time to put the belt of tracer rounds in her stubber; not that they'll be fighting at night, but she'll have to return them if they don't use them anyway. As they begin moving back into the block, Fran speaks up, "Was that slip new orders, or are we still on patrol sir?"
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Stanley "We're supposed to find and detain an individual. Emperor alone knows how they expect us to find a man with so little to go on, but try we must."
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Aug 13, 2014 22:45
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The squad marches back to the diner, where they find Eddie busy cleaning. A large pile of damaged furniture and broken glass sits out the front of the building. Stanley's smoke grenade sits on the charred counter. The diner is otherwise empty. Eddie catches sight of the PDF as they draw near and stands up from where he was trying to unbolt a blackened table from the floor. "Ah, come back to help, have ya? You guys are alright, I tell ya." He wipes his sooty forehead with a rag and steps through the broken window to greet the troopers.
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Aug 14, 2014 02:21
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Stanley Stanley approaches Eddie, so the two are close up and the members of his squad can't see his front. He hands Eddie the paper with the orders on it. "Maybe in a bit. Right now we're supposed to find this guy and bring him in, but they didn't tell us much. Do you know where he is?" Stanley tries to convey a warning with his facial expression, and flicks his eyes back towards his squad. "I'd rather not have to go looking about D section for him, instead of helping out here."
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Aug 14, 2014 02:56
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Eddie reads the sheet of paper, his mouth moving slowly as he forms the words. He looks up at Stanley, comprehension finally dawning on him. "You loving bastard," he growls in a low voice. "I trust you, I feed you, and what? You trash my joint and arrest me? gently caress you, Stanley."
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Aug 14, 2014 22:49
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Reggie During the ride in, Reggie found it peculiar that the sarge hadn't debriefed them on the new mission. He'd kept the concern to himself, until Stanley headed up to Eddie on his own, speaking to him in soft tones. The other man seems very unhappy bout this, and realization flashes in his mind on what exactly is going on. He tries to think quickly and steps forward, his rifle slung over his shoulder. "Hey, Sarge, I don't think your buddy knows where this guy is. Come on, we gotta keep looking!" He claps Stanley on the shoulder and gives him a concerned look, before looking back at Eddie. He, too, speaks in a low voice. "It's him, isn't it, Stan? We gotta let him go. I mean, it's not right either way we cut it, but letting him go.. it's more right, y'know?"
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