OOC:Being dragged back to work but...'here'.I am waiting for the final event. Also...tech-heresy for you thinking otherwise!I am always here! >:|
OOC: ok then, oh well better now than never I suppose you lot get ready for a time jump, and ah just wanted to make sure and I am pretty sure its just regular heresy, I mean it grows from idleness right? As the group prepared the guardsmen by the squad began to march out of the entrance of the room one at a time carrying full combat gear with ample equipment and a variety of cumbersome heavy and specialist weapons carried rather uncomfortably by a number of different dedicated operators. As the room emptied Valkoth himself switched off the array of monitors and as the last of the squads exited he himself along with his command team marched to follow the departing Imperial guard Platoon. The command squad numbered six men in total the commissar included. The platoon commander had equipped himself with a boltgun scaled down to be suitable for use by the Imperial guard and had a cluster of frag grenades hanging from his belt, he looked pensive as if he was pondering something deep in his mind. Aside from Valkoth the rest of the squad appeared to be a variety of different sergeants equipped in a uniform manner with laspistols and chainswords, a pair stared vacantly out into space, another looked like a grizzled old war veteran and appeared calm the final two marched diligently their emotions unclear and their faces focused. As they passed by the group Valkoth stopped as he looked at the assembled band. 'Time to move' The group marched through a number of corridors before finally finding themselves in the corridor outside the room the band had explored earlier when they went to the bridge. the platoon had gathered out of sight in seperate side corridors and rooms nearby and seemed ready to assault at any moment, the darkened faces of each guardsman was staring intently at the defenses up ahead. Valkoth and his squad having walked with the band was right next to the group. 'Here we are, Band of exiles I want you to make your attack and kill as many of the traitor guardsmen as you can, as soon as you make your move the rest of the platoon shall begin their assault' Up ahead the room seemed calm, two squads of twenty traitor guardsmen were gathered around the defenses manning a pair of heavy bolters facing the one entrance into the room, behind them a pair of defensive automated turrets looked to have been activated and were scanning the room for targets. Reklar's men were not making too much noise and the way they were taking cover behind the defensive walls made them look like they were expecting an attack. The bulkhead in the distance looked like it was closed so even if the odds were stacked against them the troops Reklar had present looked like they would not get any reinforcements.
OOC: Finally off of work. Ready! Jozai looked at the rest of the exiles. He drew courage in knowing for the most part, these fellow wanderers were going to look out for each other, and by extension himself. He turned and tried to analyze the room they were to assault, searching for dark corners and ambush spots.
Knowing that he could be shot in the face for this he still pressed forward. "Commissar Valkoth, I have a plan to draw out the vile Captain. But I need your Commisariate Hat. I'll bring it back once the battle is over Sir." Be stood at attention knowing full well this could be his death. But with what was ahead chances were good he wouldn't make it out of this one alive anyways. He'd rather die on his terms than to some unknown cause.
Before the Commissar could react Jack quickly stepped between both between him and the medicare and reached to retrieve the Junior Commissar hat from his belt. muttering something about suicidal tendencies he unbuckled the hat and gave it to Cameron. After making sure that Valkoth's motivation for execution had been safely neutralized with a glance over his shoulder he whispered to Cameron 'Just to be clear as a person that as a witness to a summary execution I would have thought you would know Imperial guard rule 101 by now, never tick off a Commissar. here is the hat, its close enough to the real thing'
"Yea well it's suicide either way. But at least this way we could tempt the evil chaos worshipper out of his hiding place. Just be ready when the target presents itself." With that said he walked past the others into the open doorway. With his weapon slung across his chest he walked boldly across the room with the Commissariate hat held high. "WHERE IS CAPTAIN REKLAR? I HAVE A PRESENT FOR HIM!" He moved the hat so all the assembled traitors could see it.
A couple of the guardsmen looked at Cameron including the team of one of the heavy bolters, no one answered the medicare leaving an awkward silence permeating the air around the room as he stood before the imposing traitor gunline. The faces of most of the traitors held a steely gaze as if they were held to some unknown resolution bestowed upon them they did not seem to be the talkative type at least from what Cameron could see Valkoth stood where he was watching Cameron with a calm expression from the shadows of the corridor his bolt pistol still raised high in the air the power sword in his other hand thrumming with power. Back in the room itself one of the guardsmen responded, he had a cruel voice and spoke from the safety of one of the heavy bolters. 'Captain Reklar ain't here Loyalist' The sound of one of the heavy bolters revving up can be heard 'Now die' OOC: quick word you have exactly one post to get yourself out of that mess.
"Loyalist!? You saw the band I traveled with before! A loyalist would not willing work with xenos, or even go on a tasking that was handed down by a Traitor Guard Captain. But if you want to play this the hard way I'll play!" Placing the Commisariate Cap on his head he rushed forward in a zig zag pattern firing his autogun on rapid fire. If he was going to die here it would be in his feet, not cowering in a corner! (OOC: where is everyone else? Don't let me die in vain doing this distraction!)
Gordan Charged down the hall "In Glory to our Father!!!" passing the commissar and plowing into the "guard"
