>>33401672

You awake to the typical sound of your alarm, though it takes you a moment to actually hear it. Already last night’s memory is fading, but you struggle to try and remember as you lean up. This time it’s different. Before you always ran, or tried to, but this time… you stayed. Better than that, you won. It leaves an odd, but welcome, feeling in your gut. You don’t have long to think on it though as, ever the dutiful servant, Jeeves greets you with a mug of recaff balanced atop his head.

“Good morning, sir,” he says.

“It’s a morning, alright,” you answer groggily, taking the mug. “Thanks.”’

“My pleasure, sir.”

While normally the servo skull would go on about his business, this morning he putters next to you nervously. Or what you think is nervousness. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Begging your pardon, sir,” he says, “but may I ask if you slept well? Last night you seemed… perturbed”

>”I dreamt of a woman, but I can’t say I enjoyed it.”
>”Nothing to worry yourself over, Jeeves.”
>”Haven’t slept that well in a long time, actually.”

>>33401745
>”I dreamt of a woman, but I can’t say I enjoyed it.”

>>33401745
>”I dreamt of a woman, but I can’t say I enjoyed it.”

>>33401745
how are you Elijah

>>33401745
>>”I dreamt of a woman, but I can’t say I enjoyed it.”

>>33401858
Ready to have a barrel of fun.

>>33401745

"I dreamt of a woman, but I can't say I enjoyed it," You chuckle, playing it off.

"Ah, women," Jeeves tuts. "Dreadful creatures. Lady Massey and yourself prove much better company."

"...Lady Massey isn't a woman?"

"Inquisitor first, Lady second. Her words, not mine."

Thinking this over for a few moments, you go about preparing for the day. You have a few hours before final preparations begin, so you don't feel too pressured for time.

>Timeskip to Operating.
>Head to the mess.

>>33402069
>Head to the mess.

>>33402069
>Head to the mess.
Then why did mel make it a point to call her a lady?

>>33402069
>Head to the mess
Start the day off right

>>33402069
>>Head to the mess.
`

>>33402069

The mess holds an air of anticipation this morning, and it's not difficult to figure out why. You doubt anyone was dumb enough to give serious details, but word had no doubt spread of something happening soon.

Today, everyone but Mikel is at their usual place. You're not sure where the Father is, but with him not being part of the mission you don't give it too much though. You spot the men Vincent picked for his team sitting with him, talking among themselves. Alpha is, as usual, off at their own table and having what looks like an argument over something.

Food in hand, you decide to eat with...

>Vincent and his selected cronies.
>Alpha.

>>33402393
Alpha first

>>33402393
>>Alpha.

>>33402393
>Alpha.

>>33402393
>Vincent and his selected cronies.

>>33402393
>>Vincent and his selected cronies.

>>33402393

Curious, you decide to see what Alpha's gotten so engrossed in. Approaching, only Gabriel notices you as you take your normal seat by him. The others look on as Dominic and Jonah glare at one another, though the latter is much easier at either keeping his cool or hiding his anger.

"-ust can't throw them away like that, can we? After all they did?" Dominic asks.

"They gave away their rights as humans when they left the Guard," Jonah answers calmly. "Killing these men that left us for the Tau is the same as killing those that would leave us for Chaos."

"Bullshit!" Dominic scowls, tone a bit too loud for your tastes. "You can't possibly tell me those two are alike. The guys we're up against still have their sanity. And a proper cause."

"They're enemies of the Imperium, and you'd best be wary of that tongue of yours."

To your chagrin, Dominic decides now would be the time he notices you.

"Lieutenant!" He says, relieved. "Tell this ice cube he's wrong."

"I'm afraid I'm gonna need a few more details," You deadpan.

"The main people we're fighting here are Guard," Gabriel answers warily. "Ex-Guard, but still Guard. Dom thinks we should try to talk them down, while Jonah says all they deserve is a firing squad."

"Just about everyone's given their two thrones," Roxy finally speaks up, smiling at you wanly. "What about you, LT? What do YOU think we should do?"

>"Jonah's right. They're our enemies, and that's that."
>"I think we should do as the Inquisitor tells us."
>"They have a vendetta, but they're not fanatics. Maybe they can be saved."

>>33403071
>Maybe they can be saved. We should do as the Inquisitor tells us.

>>33403071
>"I think we should do as the Inquisitor tells us."
we don't make the rules we just enforce them, even if we don't like them or the people giving them

>>33403071
>"I think we should do as the Inquisitor tells us."

>>33403071
>>"I think we should do as the Inquisitor tells us."

>>33403071

"I think we should do as the Inquisitor tells us," You say. "We don't make the rules, we just enforce them. Even if we don't like them of the people giving them."

Jonah and Jami seem pleased by your answer, Roxy and Gabriel accept it, but Dominic still obviously holds reservations. Even so, it seems to have ended their bickering.

>Straight to business.
>Keep the conversation casual.

>>33403485
>>Straight to business.

>>33403485
>Straight to business.

>>33403485
>Keep the conversation casual.

>>33403485

"So," You say, moving onto to more pressing matters. "We're all set?"

"Waiting on you, LT," Roxy grins. "Just hope Vinny and his people keep up."

"I wouldn't say that too loudly," You suggest. "No telling what trouble he and his could get into trying to show off. On that note, no showing off."

"I didn't know we were good enough to be show-offs," Jami notes.

"Show-offs?" Dominic asks. "I think the word your looking for is 'experts.'"

"Uh huh," You reply, utterly convinced.

"Don't worry," Roxy chuckles. "We'll get in, get out, and be done in time for drinks. No worries."

>Say something else. (What?)
>Move onto Vincent.

>>33403788
>Move onto Vincent.

>>33403788
>>Move onto Vincent.

>>33403788

"I'll keep you to that," You tell her lightly, though you both know you mean it.

With that settled they return to their usual banter, and with that you move on to Vincent and his crew. Of his assembled crew you recognize all but one. Hassan eyes you nervously as you approach, while Grover is too intent on consuming his meal to care for anything else.

The fourth member of his team is one you've yet to meet before. An older man with full but graying hair with a matching bushy mustache, eyeing the room-and you as you near- with a curious eye.

"Mikkey," Vincent says with an accusatory tone. "You keep hanging out with those Alpha people and a man might start getting jealous."

>Greet the Commander!

>>33404218
>Greet the Commander!
"But Vincey, you know I love it when you get jealous."

>>33404218
Now now vince there's enough of me to go around

>>33404218
>Hey, hey, don't get jealous Vince, you know you're still number one in my heart.

>>33404218

"But Vincey, you know I love it when you get jealous," You say, straight-faced.

This lasts all of three seconds, and you both grin.

"So, the Tiny Toys are ready to play ball?" Vincent asks as you take your seat.

"Are you?" You ask.

"Anytime, anyplace," Vincent boasts. "The Lady says, and we follow. Isn't that right, Grover?"

The man doesn't answer at first, and even after a whack to the back of the head from Vincent the man only grunts.

"And how about you?" Vincent asks. "The Lady's put a lot of faith in you, Mike. Not feeling just a bit nervous?"

>"Nervous? I'm terrified."
>"I've got a plan and good people. Why worry?"
>"If I'm not nervous, something's wrong."

>>33404613
"If I'm not nervous, then I've gone insane

>>33404613
>>"I've got a plan and good people. Why worry?"

>>33404613
>>"I've got a plan and good people. Why worry?"

>>33404613
>"Nervous? I'm terrified."
Not being nervous is a sign of arrogance, arrogance is death

>>33404613
>If I'm not nervous, something's wrong.
Or, if we're going with
>Nervous? I'm terrified.
then make it ultra-sarcastic

>>33404613
>I've got a plan, you, alpha and my hellgun. Why worry ?

>>33404613

"I've got a plan and good people," You shrug. "Why worry?"

"I could think of a few reasons, but I'll keep'em to myself," Vincent says. "Oh, and this here's Jeor. He keeps to himself and does as he's told. I think you'll get along just fine."

The man in question simply nods, and in return you do the same.

"So, uh, question," Vincent says, voice dropping to that low 'the Inquisitor doesn't know about this' tone.

"The Inquisitor doesn't know about this, but I've got a few ID tags just laying about. If we wanted, we could slap a few on the crates we'll be using to transport the weapons. See where they end up."

"Or be found by the sympathizers."

"What happened to no worries?"

"It's possible, isn't it?"

"Well... yeah, but it's not likely. My people are good at this sort of thing. Might show a bit of initiative on our part, get you in her good books."

"And why would you want that?" You ask, growing suspicious.

"You never know when I might need a favor involving the Lady," Vincent gives you a wink. "Who better to act as my messenger than lucky thirteen?"

>Allow it.
>Don't allow it.

>>33405161
>Allow it.

>>33405161
>>Allow it.

>>33405161
>>Allow it.

>>33405161
Can we run it by Massey over comms?
If not,
>allow it

>>33405161
>Allow it with bad feeling about it

>>33405161

"I'm probably going to regret this," You sigh. "Alright. Do it."

"Have some faith, Mikkey boy," Vincent grins.

"I'll try. No promises, though."

You bid the Commander and his crew farewell before departing. With breakfast out of the way you decide to...

>Visit someone. (Who?)
>Skip to operating.
>Other?

>>33405369
If we can spare again with best girl, then visit her but doubtful considering the time remaining, then
>Operator gonna operate

>>33405369
>>Skip to operating.

>>33405369
>Skip to operating.

>>33405369
Not enough time for a proper apology to Melodi... Did we get our modded gun back from the armory yet?

>>33405369
You there, QM?
>other: check over all our kit.

>>33405369
operate it

>>33405369
Let's time skip - Dunkin can clean his gun like a good Guardsman while he waits.
Let's do this; doors for the door truck & guns for the evidence throne.

Did the heretics get OP?

(If I keep reminding myself cursed is the kinslayer, maybe I'll not murder my family. Sorry for the wait, chaps.)

>>33405369

With time ticking down you retrieve your hellgun, now sporting a new and improved aiming system. With hope, you won't have to be locked inside a barn to actually hit it. Sadly, Cachino isn't too confident on the matter.

As night begins to fall over the capitol and it begins to fall asleep you depart with your team. Transports holding you and the chimeras begin to descend into the hive, and around you everyone does one last weapon check. Everyone is kitted for maximum firepower, and you wonder for a moment if Mikel could have been useful. Then it passes and you look over your own equipment.

You set down in a private, secluded landing zone and the chimeras rumble off the transports. Jonah, Dominic, and Jami act as drivers for the chimeras while Roxy, Gabriel, and yourself man the weapons. The lead vehicle, coincidentally yours, sports a melta cannon, while the other two have standard lascannons.

Before long you're zooming down deserted hive streets, inbound for the stronghold.

>Any encouraging words before you begin?

>Roll a 1d20

Rolled 11

>>33407535
I dont know quote some famous inspiring shit, we aint gotta be original

Rolled 4

>>33407535

Rolled 15

>>33407535

Rolled 15

>>33407535
DIE FOR THE EMPEROR OR DIE TRYING

>>33407535
>We all know what to do so I'll be brief : we hit them fast and we hit them hard. Stay focused and leave no chances. I trust all of you to make it in one piece.

Rolled 10

>>33407535
>Any encouraging words before you begin?
"Keep you eyes open, and shoot everything that looks like it'll shoot at you." Nothing long-winded we're soldiers here we know what to do.

Rolled 5

>>33407535
Once more into the fray
Into the last good fight I'll ever know
Live and die on this day
Live and die on this day."

>>33407728
I like this one.

>>33407535

Following the road alongside the map in your head, you know it's time. You key the team vox and give the best advise you can think of.

"Keep your eyes open, and shoot everything that looks like it'll shoot you," You say, to positive replies all around.

You round the corner and see the compound just ahead. Not a soul seems to be moving, which suits you just fine. You set your sights on the main entrance, pitying the loss of a quality door, and pull the trigger.

A stream of super-heated plasma goes flying forward, illuminating the poorly lit street before slamming into the gate. It lasts all of a few seconds before sizzling and melting away, providing a serious gap for you.

You and your convoy go speeding through, bee-lining for the structure pinged for holding the weapons. It's near the center of the complex, next to a barracks of sorts. Said barracks goes up nicely as you discharge another shot of plasma into it, quickly eating into the building and its contents.

You swear and grip your chair as the Chimera comes to a screeching halt in front of the now burning barracks. Looking down, you see an oddly calm and concentrated Jami seemingly rather pleased with himself.

"Hit it!" Vincent calls, and the Trooper opens the troop bay.

On either side of you, forming a half-circle around the entrance you made, the other chimeras begin firing at the handful of defenders that had been sleeping at their posts.

"We're on the clock, Vincent," You remind him.

"Too bad I don't charge by the hour," is the Commanders only reply.

>Keep command.
>Let Roxy take the lead.

>Roll it.

Rolled 7

>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead.

>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead.

It's in her bloody job description not ours. Time she takes the reigns.

Rolled 8

>>33408164
Oh and rolling.

Aw yes! Finally made it in time for this!
>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead.
This is what you've been waiting for.

Rolled 11

>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead.
Wasn't that the plan?

Rolled 8

>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead.

We said we would.

Rolled 9

>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead.

>>33408187
fucked up the dice command. Go me. In fact, it's probably for the best. I'll catch the next one.

>>33408145
>>33408183
>>33408194
>>33408195
>>33408203
And then there was explosions

Rolled 19

>>33408076
>Let Roxy take the lead

Rolled 12

>>33408224
very average explosions, with average damage.

Rolled 7

>>33408145
>>33408194
>>33408195
>>33408203
We are going to kill her with these rolls.
>Let Roxy take the lead.

>>33408242
Ho, close but no dice.

>>33408076

"Alright, Sergeant," You vox. "You've got the reigns."

"Way to make a lady lady feel special, LT," Roxy replies. "Nothing fancy, people. Just keep it nice and tight while we wait for His Highness."

"I heard that, princess," Vincent adds.

"I know," She says.

At first the gangers are still on their heads from the initial assault, but it isn't long before they rally. Groups begin to appear more often, and it begins to be an effort keeping their heads down.

"First bunch, coming up!" Vincent calls, and you look back to see the Commander and Hassan carefully loading up an oddly designed crate onto the transport. By that, you mean they simply toss it into the troop bay and run back for more. Given the circumstances, you can't exactly compla-

"Rocket crew above, right side!" Gabriel calls, and you spot them on a rooftop nearby.

>Rollin'

Rolled 6

>>33408373
OH SHI-

Rolled 11

>>33408373

Rolled 14

>>33408373
Ey babbi want sum dodge?

Rolled 13

>>33408373
EVERYBODY PANIC

Rolled 19

>>33408373

Rolled 12

>>33408373
DANGER ZONE

Rolled 20

>>33408373
Shoot what tries to shoot us & ours

>>33408508
What the fuck is up with my rolls today... Too bad I was late.

Rolled 4

>>33408373
>KILL THE FUCKERS

>>33408508
Motherfucker.

>>33408541
Could be worse

Could be AEQ

>>33408373

Swiveling the turret, you send a wave of super-heated plasma that engulfs the corner of building and the crew itself. Though you can't hear from inside, their brief screams of agony seem to give some of the less brave gangers pause.

"Last batch, coming up!" Vincent calls.

With their rocket team dead the gangers have much less of a challenge for your chimeras. Slug rounds bounce off and the occasional lasround does little but scorch or scratch the paint.

Behind you, boots thunder against the troop bay floor and another heavy thud heralds another crate.

"Crate's secure," Roxy reports.

"Same here," Gabriel adds.

"Gun it, gun it, go, go, go!" Vincent barks.

The Chimera roars to life and shoots forward, splattering a few unlucky gangers and sending the rest scattering. At the final stretch to the gate a few men fire from the walls, but you make it through all the same.

However, looking behind, you're not out of sight of the compound before you see four dark shapes appear through the destroyed gate.

"We got a tail," You warn.

"Hassan ain't on the gun, so we're fine," Vincent said, ignoring the grumbling from said armsman.

"A couple of souped up cars versus three APCs?" Roxy chuckles darkly. "Well, it's their funeral."

"She's getting cocky," Vincent notes, mindful to keep the comment to your vox alone.

"She's fine," You assure him.

>Keep'em rollin'.

Rolled 5

>>33408788
>{Purging Intensifies}

dice+1d20
They see me rolling

Rolled 7

>>33408788

Rolled 2

>>33408788
We're fine.

Rolled 11

>>33408838
ah crap lets try that again

Rolled 14

>>33408788
"Don't celebrate till we're home."

Rolled 4

>>33408788
I sure do love bad dice days

Rolled 6

>>33408788

Rolled 3

>>33408825
>>33408848
>>33408853
Shit guys, get it together.

>as I roll a 1
oh please no

>>33408788

Jesus Christ, I thank the Emperor it's unskilled gangers we're up against and not anything remotely professional.

Rolled 18

>>33408943

Dice really do come in batches; far too often in any quest the rolls will be consistently bad for a while, sometimes the entire thread. They've never really ended a quest, but it would be lame to get fragged during times like these. I'm not complaining, just speaking my mind, I like it when bad rolls get us into tough situations we can get out of, unless it ends up roll d20 to not die.

Rolled 15

>>33408788

Dey see me rollin'...

Dey hatin...

Why do the dice hate is today?

Rolled 10

GUYS

GUYS GUYS GUYS

FUCK

GUYS

WE FORGOT TO LOOT THE DOOR

>>33409218
No we forgot to sacrifice to the god Damm dice

Jesus fuck these rolls man

>>33408825
>>33408848
>>33408853
>>33408877
>>33408897
>>33408917
>"She's getting cocky,"

Rolled 10

>>33409170
They gave all their luck to me for rolling straight 90+s in civ threads, and that late 20 earlier. Might as well roll late again...

>>33409218
We melted the door with our fucking melta cannon!

Rolled 20

>>33409218
No, Elijah decided Dunkin melted the door. Kind of a bummer, but can you blame him?

>>33408788

The ganger vehicles easily gain on the Chimeras, covered in crude armored plating and gang markings. Two of them are open-backed, sporting gun mounts that fire sporadically as they bounce and swerve down the road. One of them quickly goes up in a gulf of flames from a well placed lascannon round, but the other three prove irritatingly persistent.

As another vehicle goes up the surviving turret car pulls alongside Dominic's Chimera. The gunner is a large, muscled man covered in scars and white tattoos. He easily avoids the turret, hopping atop it and throwing something on the front of the APC.

He attempts to return to his vehicle, but a quick jerk of the wheel from Dominic sends him careening over the side and in the path of your own vehicle. You don't have time to hear the crunch of bones, however, as an explosion rocks your vehicle. Peering through the auspex again, you see Dominic's Chimera belching fire and smoke and swerving out of control.

Turning hard and crushing a ganger car in the process, the Chimera hits a stationary civilian vehicle and flips over it, crushing it and landing in the side of a run-down building.

"Dom!" Roxy calls out, to no response.

Nearly pulling you from your seat once more, Jami, send your Chimera spinning around. The last ganger vehicle, seeing the odds not in their favor, quickly does something similar and speeds away. Roxy's ride pulls up next to the wreckage, and the Sergeant is out before the ramp fully hits the ground.

"Fucking had to say something, girl..." Vincent mutters. "Go. I'll take the gun."

Nodding, you quickly dismount with Hassan. With Roxy is the man Jeor, who inspects the scene with a shake of his head. Both of them are attempting to pry the troop doors open, and both you and Hassan join in their efforts. After several attempts it springs open, allowing more smoke to pour from inside.

>Keep Roxy back.
>Inspect the damage.

>>33409399
SON OF A BITCH, NOT AGAIN
forget to wipe the roll, and I crit uselessly AGAIN
gonna roll straight 3s & 4s when I actually make it on time at this rate...

>>33409407
>Inspect the damage

That one remaining ganger car isn't game to cause further trouble.
>>>33409399
Why do the 20's come too late? Why?

Rolled 6

>>33409407
>Keep Roxy back

>>33409407
>>Inspect the damage.

>>33409407
>Keep Roxy back
Let Jeor inspect the damage; it'd be rude to order someone she outranks to restrain her

>>33409407
>Inspect the damage
No sense trying to protect her from the outcome. Also, was this chimera carrying any of the crates?

Rolled 19

>>33409407
>Inspect the damage.

>>33409407
>Inspect the damage.

>>33409456
Because I was distracted by chili, a snake, and TV. Switching from phone to PC so I can stop pissing away 20s.

>>33409407
>>Inspect the damage.

Rolled 12

well this anon just caught up and has to head to work now, good luck anons, remember to sacrifice some virgins for the dice gods and FOR THE EMPEROR

>>33409652
For the Emperor, Anon

>>33409407

Used to destroyed Chimeras with the addition of a fully sealed suit, the smoke is little more than a nuisance to you. Activating your armor's flashlight along with Jeor, you inspect the wreckage.

Inside, Grover lays unconscious; head bleeding, bruised, bloodied, but alive. One crate remains relatively unharmed, while the other has a shard of metal lodged in the side. In the gunners chair, Gabriel sits with his legs a mangled mess and his chest in little better condition. However, when you touch him a pained groan escapes him.

However, at the driver seat...

"No," Roxy says from behind you, voice breaking. "No, no, oh Emperor no please..."

Again you're glad for your helmet for protection from the smoke. And the smell. The last time you smelt burnt human flesh wasn't a pleasant experience, and you don't plan on reliving it anytime soon. Turning away, you see that Roxy a short ways away on her knees, helmet off and retching.

"We can't just leave this... him... for the scavengers, can we?" Hassan asks.

"I'll set a charge," Jeor finally speaks, tone gruff but well-meant. "They'll get nothing."

>Help the armsmen.
>Go to Roxy.

>>33409868
>Go to Roxy.

Rolled 8

>>33409868
>Go to Roxy.

>Help the armsmen

>>33409868
>Help the armsmen.
Shes gonna need a minute, also I don't wanna be yelled at for giving her the leadership position

>>33409868
>Go to Roxy
Remember to be firm yet comforting when we tell her she needs to get her mind back on the job. We're not home yet.

>>33409868
>Evacuate the wounded.

NOT A SINGLE MAN LEFT BEHIND!

>>33409868
>help the armsmen
What >>33409936 said.

>>33409936
Seconding

>>33409967
They are as good as dead anon, let them die knowing they served the cause

>>33409936
This

>>33409967
This! Call for a medic; best-case scenario, Garriel's gonna need augmetics.

Rolled 4

>>33409967
this and this>>33409936

>>33409868
>Help the armsmen.

>>33409967
This.

>>33409868
>Help the armsmen.

>>33409991
Grover is still alive you heartless ****** ****!

We can also get a medic for Gabriel too. Grab the crates too.

>>33410116
>censoring
tip top kek

Rolled 10

>>33409868
>Help the arms men

Only a Chaos cunt would leave one behind.

>>33410132
This is a safe for work board, I cant exactly call someone a fucking cunt out of the blue.

That would seem like an over reaction.

>>33410279
FAGGOT

>>33410279
This is 4chan, sir. SFW means you can't post images with visible nipples or genitalia unless the mods are asleep.

>>33409868

With Hassan's help you get Grover and Gabriel into your Chimera, and Jami is quick to take the roll of medic. A forlorn look passes over his face a moment as he looks on at the destroyed Chimera and his half-dead squad-mate.

"I thought I was up next," He sighs. "Guess not."

As he goes about stabilizing Gabriel you transport one of the crates to either of the remaining Chimera's. By then, Roxy's recovered and looks the part of a soldier again. Jeor looks between the wreckage and her, hesitating.

"Do you want to-" He begins.

"Blow it and let's go," She replies, turning and heading back to her Chimera. Shrugging, he follows after, fiddling with what looks like a detonator.

You return to your own transport and take your old place at the guns. Vincent then takes Jami's place, busy treating both wounded men with quiet efficiency.

You start again, and behind you there's a muffled explosion.

A drive later you arrive back at your landing pad to find someone waiting for you. Markus, Sal, and a half dozen other men with no visible weapons await you with a pair of transport trucks similar to the one you hijacked.

As you dismount, Markus greets you with a quiet nod while Sal simply eyes you warily.

"I was told there would be three vehicles," He says. "Did you run into trouble?"

>"Nothing we couldn't handle."
>"Just take your damn weapons."
>"Do you really care if we did?"

Rolled 13

>>33410343
Or you don't mind raking 20 seconds to get past your daily Perma ban

>>33410279
**** I forgot to censor!

Excuse me while I commit sepaku for such dishonour...

>>33410361
>>>"Do you really care if we did?"

>>33410361
>We encountered trouble. Just take you weapons...

>>33410361
>"Just take your damn weapons."

>>33410361
>"Nothing we couldn't handle."

Rolled 17

>>33410361
>Just take your damn weapons

>>33410361
>>"Nothing we couldn't handle."

>>33410361
>other: "Yes."

>>33410361
>Everything's accounted for, if that's what you're asking.

>>33410361
Changing my vote >>33410490 to this >>33410494

>>33410361
>"Just take your damn weapons."

We've (probably) lost good people here today over an insignificant bunch of gangers. Not a happy time.

>>33410494
>>33410528
This sounds good to me.

>>33410361
>Just take your damn weapons

>>33410494
Going with this.

>>33410562
I agree, we're suppose to be a professional. We should be level-headed and cold.

Thread theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJNz2QgSNsk

>>33410562
this

>>33410494
>>33410528
This combo sounds the best to me.

>>33410361

"Yes," is all you allow. "Everything's accounted for, if that's what you're asking."

Sal asks no more questions.

He inspects each crate and their contents in turn, scowling at the damaged crate. After a few minutes he seems satisfied with what he found.

"I suppose it could have gone worse," he says. "Since this seems to be in... less than mint condition, you may use this as recompense for any material loss."

He taps a foot against the damaged crate, and with a snap of his fingers his men begin loading them up.

>Ask him something before he leaves. (What?)
>Ask Markus something before he leaves. (What?)
>Load up and head home.

>>33410748
>Load up and head home.
Shit went bad, no right to chit chat

>>33410748
>Load up and head home.
We're done here

>>33410748
>Load up and head home.

>>33410748
>Load up and head home
No in the mood for jokes from Vince of anyone

>>33410748
>Load up and head home.

>>33410748
>Load up and head home.

>>33410748

In no mood for much of anything, you make haste to get your wounded back to the Antebellum. The trip back is a quiet, subdued ride compared to the one coming down. You note Roxy and Jami casting glances at Dom's empty seat, while Jonah attempts to catch some sleep. Vincent and his men are little better, with Hassan helping Jami tend to their wounded.

Sending word ahead, you set down in a hangar bay of the Antebellum to be greeted by a half dozen Medicae staff led by Melodi herself. She gives you a quick nod before carting off both men to be tended to.

Standing in the middle of the chaos, hands clasped behind her back, Christina waits patiently. When you approach, she waits for you to speak first.

>What do you say?

>>33410956
mission accomplished

>>33410956
>"One fatality." (Formally list off Dominic's name & rank.)

>>33410956
The mission was a success. We lost Dom though and took some wounded. We also lost a chimera as well.

>>33410985
>>33411018

These

>>33410956
>>33411035
I'll toss in with this.

>>33410956
this>>33411018 and this>>33411035
also tell her we will have a report about mission on her desk by tomorrow

>>33410956
>What do you say?
Say nothing to the group they've seen this before and don't need Lt. Feely telling them what they know.

Pull Roxy aside and make sure she's ok.

Then see about setting up a memorial service for Dom after seeing the Lady Inquisitor.

>>33410985
>Mission accomplished
>One fatality
>One Chimera decommissioned.
>Acquired one box of weapons.

>>33411154
toss in >>33411018's formal listing of Dom's full name & rank & I back this.

>>33411059
>>33411154
As well

>>33410956

"The mission was a success, ma'am," You report, standing at attention. "Corporal Dominic Beaudoin was killed in the line of duty, and one Chimera was lost. One crate of xeno weaponry were acquired. I'll have a detailed report on your desk by tomorrow."

"Good man, Lieutenant, and good work," Christina nods. "See to your team. We can talk more later."

With the Inquisitor dealt with with no trouble, you turn to your people. Jami left to help, which left Roxy and Jorah as the remaining members of Alpha still standing. Vincent, Jeor, and Hassan watch you curiously.

By now you remember why you didn't like being in command. Situations exactly like this.

>Say something. (What?)
>"Dismissed."

>>33411399
>"Dismissed."

>Say something. (What?)

Also throw in those trackers that vincent hid in the crates

>>33411399
"I didn't get to know him that well but, I could tell that Dominic was a good soldier and he died fighting. He will be missed but, not forgotten. What happened was nobody's fault, just bad luck. Lets honor him by moving forward and doin him proud."

>>33411399
>Dismissed
lets go talk to roxy losing a member on her first command is a big blow

>>33411399
>"Dismissed."
pull roxy aside

>>33411399
>Dismissed

>>33411537
Yeah I'll back this

Rolled 6

>>33411399
Something something shit sucks I. Sorry it happened something something.


I have no damn idea how to phrase this properly.

>>33411399

"Dismissed," You say, and with that the team begins to break up and depart.

Though like before, you catch Roxy before she leaves.

Or at least, attempt it.

You catch her by the arm, but she shrugs you off and continues on toward the door. You understand what she's going through, but you still have trouble holding your tongue.

>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"
>"Rox..."
>"So, what? You're going to quit, just like that?"

>>33411674
>let her go
Catch her at the mess hall later... let her have some time to brood.

>>33411674
>Let her go
Give her a day, if shes still being sulky and shit then we pull our rank and yell at her

>>33411674
>"Rox..."
No need to be rude or pull rank. The last thing we want is to be rough in this delicate situation.

>>33411674
>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"

>>33411674
>"Rox..."

>>33411674
>"Rox..."

>>33411674
"So, what? You're going to quit, just like that?

>>33411674
>let her go.

>>33411674
>>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"

Say goodbye to your relationship with her.

>>33411674
>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"

>>33411674
>>33411674
>"Rox..."

>>33411674
>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"

>>33411674
>"Rox..."

>>33411674
>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"

>"Rox..."

>>33411674
>"Rox..."

The autism is real

>>33412079
From what?

>>33411858
Had to say something.

>>33411674
>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"
You can't let a person in this kind of situation stew in their emotions.

>>33411674
>>"SERGEANT! FRONT AND CENTER!"

>>33411674
>"Rox..."

>>33412331
We won't give her too long. No more than a day.

>>33411674

"Rox..."

She falters for a moment, hesitantly turning back to face you.

"This wasn't your fault," You tell her. "What happened today... you can't blame yourself. We all did our job. Dom did his part, and nobody can say otherwise."

For a moment it looks like she's about to reply, but then she reconsiders and turns away. This time you don't try to stop her, instead lowering your head and letting out a weary sigh.

After leaving the hangar, you feel a serious desire to...

>Drink. (Alone, or with Vincent?)
>Shoot/Hit something.
>See the Inquisitor.
>Other?

>>33412464
>Shoot/Hit something.

>>33412464
>Shoot/Hit something.
Stress relief and training all in one.

>>33412464
>See the Inquisitor.

Rolled 9

>>33412464
>The Inquisitor

Perhaps she can...comfort us? By holding our hand and giving us words of advice.

>>33412464
>Hit something

>>33412464
>Other?

Sleep

>>33412464
>Shoot/Hit something

>>33412583
t-too soon

>>33412464
we need to speak with the inquisitor, and I don't see how getting shitfaced or fighting/shooting will help.

>>33412464
>Shoot/Hit something
If the Inquisitor needs us she'll find us.

>>33412464
>>See the Inquisitor.

>>33412464
>See the Inquisitor.

We need to drink and hit something.

>>33412970
That combination seldom ends well... I say we hit something until we're tired, eat, and then go see the Inquisitor.

>Shoot/Hit something.

>>33412464

With the mission still weighing heavily on your mind, you decide to blow off a bit of steam at the drill yard. There, you find a number of armsmen training. Some are curious at your arrival, and you're fairly sure you could convince some of them to train with you. At their own risk.

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Sorry to cut it here, but it's been a bit of a long day and I'm going to start messing up more so than usual soon. Hope you all had fun. Next thread will maybe be maybe Friday. We'll just have to see, though.

>>33413421
Alright boss thanks for the run

>>33413421
Cheers Mate, take it easy

>>33413421
Thanks for the run.