[Another day in Hell]
The sun rises in the east as day breaks over the ruins of Sanctus the once crowning jewel of the proud industrial world of Vastitas now in a state of ruin and anarchy. Many of it's great factories lay empty and abandoned, striped of most of their equipment by scavengers indeed the once great city is not but a rotting corpse of it's former glory where murders and mad men walk the streets in complete freedom doing as they please. As the sun continues to rise it only marks the beginning of another day in anarchy as several small war bands go about their business.

[23rd Sanctus Guard Remnats @Vanestus]
The assembled group of surviving members of the 23rd Sanctus Guard managed to take refuge in an abandoned bar located in an abandoned red light district to the south of a massive industrial sector. The shelves behind the bar that once held all sorts of alcohol lay completely bare having been picked clean by looters years ago during the worker's riots that signaled the beginning of the end for Sanctus. Perhaps if the planetary governor had paid closer attention the coming war could have been avoided. But that didn't mater anymore as the Guardsmen began to wake up from what little sleep they had managed to squeeze out. The light making it's ways through the borded up windows of the single story building.

[Order of the Abyssal Darkness @Azathoth]
On the opposite side of the industrial sector in an old housing district a more nefarious group has taken refuge in a partly collapsed hab block. The group called itself The Order of the Abyssal Darkness a cult dedicated to worshiping their own version of chaos and do not appreciate other opinions. For now they simply sat resting after having to avoid a rather large angry mob composed of the former occupants of the hab blocks that surrounded them thankfully the mob was not that talented at tracking and was rather easy to escape from but it still showed that even in the chaos of this total anarchy most normal people are still apposed to chaos worship. Now the cult was left with time to plan out it's next move in relative peace but still remaining somewhat tense with the knowledge that their mission to spread their faith will be more difficult than they had originally thought.

[Emperor's Holy Wrath @Grall_Stonefist]
As the sun rose ever higher streaks of light managed to penetrate through the broken stained glass windows of a once grand temple dedicated to the God Emperor located to the south east of the industrial district. The temple was looted and partially burned by rioters and heretics that stormed it's gates when the Planetary governor stopped sending food rations to the populous. Pews lay flipped over and smashed some were put into a pile and burned in the center of the large congregation area and others had been moved back into place by the members of a redemtionist warband that saw to take temporary shelter there. At the front of the great hall lies a great altar to Humanity's patron god with a mighty statue in his imagine that had by his mercies not been damaged or even defaced. The light came across the war band's leader as he lay at the statue's feet signaling it was time to get on the move again and to purge the many heretics that hide in the shadows of this accursed city.

[Wasteland Kings @bossaroo]
Deep within the maze of sewers and access tunnels that twisted and turned directly underneath the industrial district a camp fire had been created on the side of an access tunnel using the broken remains of a wooden table that had been found being carried by the currents of sewage and trash. Around this fire sat seven individuals that had formed a gang for more or less mutual survival as while they had more mouths to feed they also could use more guns. The two degenerated mutants laid sleeping near the fire enjoying the warmth it brought while the more sane individuals either kept watch or talked amongst themselves. They had been wandering around in this labyrinth for days now though it brought some form of safety it wasn't the most comfortable of accommodations as without the near constant work of tech priests and construction servitors cave-ins were unsettlingly common and certain creatures roamed down here as well, the kind that would make even a space marine quiver in his powered boots.

[Valhallan 597th @Keidivh]
Deep within one of the many abandoned factories within the industrial district the remnants of a Valhallan Imperial guard regiment lead by a woman commissar by the name of Abigail had taken refuge from the night. The factory itself was in poor condition as the roof had caved in on the main floor crushing most of the valuable equipment that once would have made anything from simple entrenching tools to something as complicated as a leman russ tank. Indeed the factories and their functions were not set on one commodity and are flexible to be able to supply the current demands of the adeptus ministorum which it did to the best of it's ability. That is until the workers they used as little more than slaves they would occasionally pay for their labor finally had enough and exploded into first riots demanding better pay but then into open revolt under the influence of chaotic masterminds that engineered the decades long civil war that tore away any form of order from the city. The factory was littered with evidence of these early riots with the walls scrolled with angry messages and broken windows and scorching marks indicating that someone had tried to burn the building down. Now however the fires of revolt had died out and the factory was laid with a disturbing silence that was occasionally broken by creaks and groans of it's supports and the occasional moment of small bits of debris from the top of the caved in roof to the ground.

[Derraesh's Reavers @Maleth]
Derraesh and her group of survivors arrived on Vastitas in a rather violent crash-landing caused after the wall of anti air fire that erupted from the continent sized city managed to catch the pilot of their transport off guard. Thankfully she had managed to escape unharmed with a group of six other survivors who also miraculously managed to escape the crash unscathed. The next few weeks were spent slogging through the toxic wastes dodging the occasional giant abomination or sneaking past an army marching off to do battle for reasons long forgotten sometimes capturing soldiers that strayed too far away from the main force so they can stave off the thirst. Now they stood in front of one of the many massive gates the lined the perimeter wall with the words "Sanctus, abandoned by order embraced by anarchy" carved into it's massive steel doors. A control panel sticking out of the wall turned on sensing their movement and the words "Enter if you dare" blinking on the screen that was over a lever that supposedly would open the gates.

[Warhounds @Vulpas]
As the sun came up it's light shined upon an improvised transport truck plowing it's way through a massive junkyard that spans all the way from the edges of the industrial district in the east to the massive perimeter wall to the west. Normally by now these mountains of trash would have been dumped into the wastes through a mixture of cranes and massive conveyor belts. But do to the anarchy currently in place no one found it necessary to get rid of the mountains of useful scrap metal. The truck itself that was so boldly fording through this mountain was a strong sight to behold as the truck itself was painted all black and appeared to be original used to haul finished productions from the factories to their delivery points but the truly strange addition to it was that the chassis of a wretched chamber transport has been welded and chained onto it's bed giving it an enclosed passenger compartment. Where exactly the truck was headed was know only to it's driver a rather aggressive mutant by the name Gunter the Warwalker with the rest of his group in the chimera that acted as their passenger compartment in back.

[Laughing Skulls @BuriasDempsey]
Over looking a large part of the industrial sector was a large sky scraper that was once the center of communications across this part of the city fact when the building was one operation it was able to transmit all across the planet to bring in news from the secluded mining settlements to the Planetary governor's office at the very center of the city itself which lay thousands of kilometers away. However given the current situation it stands misused and in dire need of maintenance on it's equipment most of which is damaged beyond repair. Irregardless of it not being able to fulfill it's original purpose it still provided an impressive view which a group of renegade guardsmen were enjoying as they watching the sun come up from over the horizon painting the landscape of metal and rockcrete buildings with a yellowish orange light. From their position at the very top they could also see several smoke plumes coming from ground level obvious signs of fire fights going on between other groups of survivors and scavengers. It seemed that the violence never ended in this city not even to enjoy such a beautiful sun rise.

[101st Vostroyan Firstborn Regiment @DeezNuts]
Within an abandoned adeptus ministorum library another force of surviving loyal guardsmen has taken refuge within the rows of thousands of books that were mostly untouched by the rioters that for the most part were uninterested in the vast quantities of useless information. But some, mostly cultists have stolen from the library mostly in effort to get as much information on their dark gods they could get their hands on. Because of this lack of looting the library was in good shape compared most of the buildings around it and managed to retain the stereotypical silence that came with one. Overall it made a nice place to rest from the annual atrocities committed on the streets but the group can't stay there forever as staying in one place for very long anywhere in the city attracts raiders and other groups of especially violent and unreasonable people.

[Ouroboros @GoreWrencha]
In a hab block not too far away from the one that the Order of the Abyssal Darkness is resting another group that aligns itself with the dark powers is doing the same. This one like the cult was forced to hide from a roving mob of angry citizens and chose to take shelter in a hab block of slightly better condition allowing them to be able to climb a stairwell and take shelter in the higher floors. Same as the cult they were able to easily escape the mob as it seemed the mob was more interested in simple scarring them off rather than actually killing them. With the mob gone and the sun rising they had an opportunity to plan their next move and go outside to execute a plan but if the make too much noise the mob is bound to find them again. Of course there is an option to simply attack the mob as they might hold numbers but the majority of them just had simple clubs and torches while they had lasguns, flak armor and their training.

Icthcyis leamed back on a wall strumming his guitar . Tam was yapping on one of his stories , poyita and hund curled arpund the fire . Venuz was checking his pistols. Kykowas standing guard on one end of the fire whilst lil' jaeger did the same . Icthcyis lets out a sigh , everything seemed alright so far and he'd hate to interrupt that but they had things to do . "C'mon folks lets go we've got things to do , c'mon " icthcyis said nudging his crew into motion . Weapons clicking live as they got up " who are we ? " Tam said helping icthcyis rally the crew "THE WASTELAND KINGS !" The call came out from the warband. "Keep it down ! We want to eat not get eaten !" Icthcyis called his raspy voice silencing the calls as he cranked open a sewer entrance with his wrench . Hund lunged forward slobering wildly before jaeger grabbed him and pulled him back " hund says we need to go this way to food" jaeger said in his usual quiet tone. Then lets get going ! Flasÿhn and all that !" Tam said hefting his crossbow as the gang set out in the industrial district looking for whatever they could scavenge sticking to the shadows
(OOC: exiting the tunnels and searching the industrial district)

Hainrich sat in front of a small fire created from the wooden chairs and most useless books in the library. His attention focused on a map of the district they were currently in that they had found deep within the library he sighed. Looking up he could see most of his squad dotted all over the library, either relaxing or preparing. Vasily on the other hand was peaking out a window near the front entrance, using the scope on his sniper rifle to get a good look of all movement near and far. "Boris" Hainrich spoke as he folded up the sector map and tossed it to the man. "Make sure everybody is ready, we're going to make our way to the industrial sector, and gather all the maps, we'll need to know every route in and out of every district".

Walking to the front door after giving his men a few minutes to prepare and gather every paper copy of the maps for each district of the city he would look to Visely. The silent man slowly nodding in confirmation that it was clear. Opening the door the entire squad quickly rushed out of the building, moving as quickly and quietly as possible. Immediately moving into a nearby alley Hainrich intended to stay out of conflict for as long as possible. "Boris and Mikhail, you're the vanguard, me and Vasily will take up the rear, everybody keep your eyes open" he spoke, giving very clear orders to his loyal guardsmen.

(OOC: Exiting library after taking every hard copy of the district maps and moving towards outskirts of industrial district)

As Avilex awoke, he looked upon the statue of the Emperor in a moments silence, truly a blessing.
He rose to his full hight and lighted his crown, it might be burning promethium, but its holy flames where a guide of the pure.
"AWAKEN MY FLOCK" he yelled out into the ruined temple, as all but Robertus, who had been on the last guard duty awoke sudden and rose with the decipline of knowing what happened to those who slacked.
"we have been blessed here in our darkest hour, this statue of our lord is a sign, that even when our numbers are few and our foes outnumbers us great lengths. He has not abandoned us, this planet or its citizens, the deviants and heretics try to drive him away, but they have allready failed, and WE, will show them back into the light of the GOD EMPEROR, WE WILL REDEME THIS PLANET, SET IT ABLASE IN HOLY FIRE." After a brief pause, "now take out your tools of penance as we pray to our lord, before we must leave this sanctuary once more."
And with that all kneeled before the stature, as a united murmur of chanting sounded, since they wherent in a true sanctuary, they couldent take off their robes, only Danix could flagellate himself, while the rest had to rely on nails and blades to keep their souls pure, though the second penitent also had luck, as Pontius assisted in pressing the nails of his mask even deeper into his head, bringing glorius wails of purifying pain over the small cult.

When they where done, Avilex rose once more, "Pontius, mark this temple on the map, we shall return, either to rebuilt, or for the stature, i lament that we cannot bring it with us now." he said, as Pontius took out the map that was being drawn up so far, this being marked with a fiery Imperial eagal.
"Now we must march onwards, the deviants wont crucify themselves." he said in final before going infront, leading the group out of the temple and onwards, no real destination for now, but soon they would find a greater evil to crusade against.

<Derraesh's Reavers>

Derraesh smirked when she read the message on the screen, as well as the message scrawled by the Mon'Keigh into their own city gates. After all, the Eladrith Ynneas{Dark Eldar} were far more civil than the crude barbarians that lurked within the city, and frankly more deadly as well given their survival in the wastelands. Still, inside was likely to be safer than outside...

So the Hekatrix planted her foot upon the leaver and spoke to the fellow survivors that stood before her, the ones sharp enough to avoid death from their Archon's foolish mistakes:
"Today, we've arrived at the hovel that the Mon'Keigh call Sanctus, to escape from the horrors of the wastes that they foolishly created. Today, we've arrived at what is now our salvation from the wastes, to seek respite from torment of our souls on that long march... And today, we shall turn the Mon'Keighs very homes into our playground, their anger into irresistible fear and their sweet, sweet pain.... INTO OUR PLEASURE! FOR THIS HOVEL SHALL BECOME OUR REALM, WHERE EVERY SINGLE MON'KEIGH IS EITHER OUR SLAVE, OR OUR FEAST OF PAIN!"

With Derraesh's speech out of the way, she kicked the leaver to open the gate, while Aeskeri flapped her wings and said "Let's get ready for any welcoming parties, just in case they think that they can stand against us and win." With that said, the rest of the warband got ready for action, the two warriors raising their weapons to provide covering fire for the Wyches and the Wrack, who readied themselves to charge into battle slaughter anything that dared to lift a finger towards the newly-arrived Eldar.

Within one of the many ruined factories of Sanctus, a small flicker of life could be seen as a tiny fire roared in defiance of the darkness that had consumed the Hive. Around it was a small grouping of weary ragged guardsmen, one looking far worse than the rest, and a noble, dashing commissar. At least that's how she thought she looked, and hoped the others saw her, if at least to keep their trust in her.

Griffin had her Tarot card deck out, playing a few rounds with Jinxie, who was consistently drawing the worst cards in the deck, although Vail wasn't surprised by that. She couldn't even count how many times she had beaten Jinxie in Tarot, and actually gave her money back after leaving her dry, which actually helped to build her undeserved reputation as a caring, brave commissar of the people. Ranald was laying against a large chunk of ruined ceiling playing his harmonica, it's solemn tune ringing softly through the abandoned building. Kolbe and Ellen remained on the outskirts of the fire, patrolling and keeping a wary eye on any opening in the bulding. And Jurgen, if the increasing odor was anything to go by, approaching her right now.

"Tea ma'am?" He stated simply as he held out a cup and fresh batch of Tanna for her.

"Thank you Jurgen, right on time as always." She said with a polite smile, doing ehr best to keep her gag reflex in check. None of them had showered in Emperor knows how long, and yet his stench remained uniquely foul, as if cultivated over a life time. Which wasn't that unlikely seeing as Vail had never seen the man attempt to cleanse his body in any fashion. Without a word he laid out a few maps of the surrounding districts, some notes scrawled across it as to where there was heavy enemy resistance, and possible Imperial presence. He always was prepared, hygiene or no. They had long ago lost contact with any friendly forces over the vox, and for some time had been playing hide and seek with the more powerful evils in the Hive. But Vail knew that their luck would run out. Gathering the remnants of the Valhallan 597th and whatever other Imperials remained was their best chance at surviving, which meant her best chance at surviving.

Her best bet was to try and scout out the industrial district, which had plenty of hidey holes for the Valhallans to duck into. She walked over to the fire, with as mush gusto as she could summon, and looked over each of her troops with her. "Pack up your supplies and load up your lasguns you ice lovers, we're moving out."

"Where we looking to hide this time boss?" Jinxie asked nervously as she rushed to get her equioment together, promptly tripping and spilling out her grenade rounds onto the floor.

This brought a smile to her face, and helped get rid of the sinking feeling she had in the pit of her stomach due to the next words she was about to speak. "No more hiding Jinxie, we're going to find our people, and take back this wretched, heresy riddled Hive for the God-Emperor!" A whoop of eexcitement arose from the motley group, except for Jurgen who stood stoically at her side, thankfully upwind.

"Finally, time for some action! Don't worry ladies, I'll keep you safe and sound so you don't split a nail." Laughter erupted from Ranald before he received the butt of a lasgun to the groin, courtesy private Griffin.

"Thank you Griffin, might just give you a commendation for that." Ever professional, Griffin gave a crisp salute and nodded in thanks. "Much appreciated Commissar Vail." After that the camp erupted into life as the fire was douse, rations were packed up, power packs locked in, before the group fell into formation.

Kolbe and Ellen took point, with Griffin and Jinxie behind them, and Ranald taking the rear. Before exiting, Vail figured it would be good to give them a few more inspirational words. "Just remember men that the fate of this city still rests in our hands. No one is coming to save it, or us. Watch each others backs, keep your guard up, and your faith in the Emperor strong. By His will, we shall overcome." She received an 'Oorah!' in return, her squad eager to get back into action. She looked over to her aide, "You ready for this shit storm Jurgen?" She asked quietly. He simply shrugged, completely unfazed by the coming dangers they both knew they'd face.

"As the Emperor wills." He said simply, completely trusting in Him and Vail to see them through this. She felt bad that the trust was ill placed.

OOC: Moving out of the factory and exploring the local area for supplies/friendlies.

Lieutenant Varkanis stared out one of the windows at the scene below in quiet contemplation as the new day dawned on this shell of a city, him and his black uniform a silhouette as the sunlight poured in through the window. Though his sleep wasn't disturbed by the serpent thing for once in a long time now, he still awoke early as his usual routine, letting the rest catch what sleep they can up here in the relative safety the height of this Communications skyscraper gave them for the night. But now it was time to move again, find ways to secure food, ammunition, and a more permanent base of operations instead of being constantly on the move and in the open. It wasn't long till he felt a familiar presence by his side.
"Alone thinking again Solin?" Shelia asked as she stood there watching the view with the Lieutenant, her blonde hair tied in a tight bun as usual and her helm hooked onto her belt. She already knew the answer, she just waited for what he had planned now.
"We go down, searching for what salvage we can on the way, and then head out to survey the area around us. The tower will act as our landmark for now." Solin said as if it was all a matter of fact, as if it was a stroll in a sunlite park in the middle of a perfectly fine hive and not an expedition into hostile territory rife with people ready to murder at the slightest provocation. She gave off a faint smirk before giving a causal salute.
"Yes sir, I'll wake up the troops." she informed him as she turned around, till a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Looking up she saw that it was Solin, his usually cold eyes seemed troubled.
"....What we did that night, what we taken as our patron, and coming into this city, what do you think?" he asked her, clearly mulling over the events over the last couple of weeks in his mind. Putting a gloved hand to Solin's cheek, she showed a soft smile.
"We all seen, well you know who, and staying at that wall would have just gotten us killed eventually either by a savage or that damn Commissar. Most of us here rather die fighting for each other than some noble fraker with a fancy hat. It was either this or that, not much choice right?" she chuckled as she reassured her Lieutenant. He gave a smile of his own, something that was rather rare of him, before nodding and letting her continue what was going to do. As she left Solin put on a peaked cap, the commissar's hat with the aquila snapped off and only leaving a skull on the front, before looking back out the window.
Walking into the room where the rest of the group were sleeping, Shelia began rousing them up from their sleep. "Wake up children, its a new day and new opportunity. Lets not waste it." She said as walked up and down the room.
"Aw Damn..." A grumble came from a big man from beneath a grisly mask of smiling teeth who was sprawled over the top of a number of desks with his rortary heavystubber sitting next to him.
"What was that Bruce?" Shelia question him with a firm tone.
"I said hot damn maam." Bruce said in a clear voice as he woke up, correcting himself. As she continued she found Janice in a corner already awake, casually flicking the starter flame of her flamer and staring intently at the tiny blue flame with a child like glee.
"Janice what I told you about fuel conservation." She scolded her. The glee disappeared as she stopped, keeping the lighter off now. "If I use it I lose it..." he sighed in a defeated tone before slinging the heavy flamer over her shoulder. Shelia saw Secias get up on her own, already tidying up her medikits and her supplies for today's events while humming a tune to herself, so walked on to the twins who were still sleeping using their rutsacks and rocketlauncher as a pillow of sorts. "I know you boys can hear me." she said, not falling for their acting still.
"Nope." both of them said with their eyes still closed. "Fine, I guess the Launcher gets reassigned to Bruce till..." Before she could even finish the two were up and putting their gear on and getting ready. With the whole team now up and ready to go down the skyscraper they went, Bruce and Janice up front, Shelia and Solin in the middle, Secias and the Twins in the back.

The truck rocked back in forth as they moved through the junk yard the truck and its contents heading towards the industrial district of the city inside was all types of talk from its passengers and from the driver and shot gunner. "Gunter are you sure you know you are heading to the industrial district? the map I am lookin at is pretty old and there wasn't that building before." Seth said looking to the map as Gunter drove. "I am sure of it I can feel it in my blood." Gunter said a fire in his eyes as he saw the hive.

There was a stirring in the back as there passengers ate. In the back Liza as eating a dark redish gruel made by there trapper. "So when will you tell us were you get your meat?" Liza asked looking to there trapper as she sharpened her knife. "Its not the meat Liza its the seasonings and that I won't tell you all unless I am dead, then you can just get it off my journal, but as long as I live I ain't tellin my families secret recipes." Rin said finishing sharpening her blade.

Gideon snored loudly as both the doc Sheryl and Theodas were playing a game with a incomplete gaurd deck. "So anyone know when we are gettin to the city boss said we should be there about by day last we spoke." Theodas said as Sheryl layed down a card. "It ain't day yet sun is coming up though." Sheryl said annoyed again by Theodas repeated question over the last hour.

Back in driver cab the two bosses arguged about new paths as they began plowing through junk to get to the industrial district the two's anger rising but saving the most of it for those that would give them conflict on the inside.

OOC heading to the Industrial district

"The sun is rising again. The giant burning gasball still exist in the void. So does the atmosphere for this cursed rock." Ken Heklemayer mutters into the lho-stick as the sunlight creeps into the room he resides. The man sits against wall, bed roll under him. Backpack lays at its feet, lascarbine within arms reach.

"Well, the universe hasn't disappeared, doubt we have any better right to stop breathing either." Stretching his back with cacophony of popping joints, Ken raises up and coughs. A smoke and unhealthy dose of cynicism is all he needs to get up in the mornings. And .45 slug, but he knows well that at this point attempting it would just be tormenting himself. If he could do it, he would have done it years ago. Decades even. But its like holding your breath, no matter how hard you struggle, you will grasp for air before passing out. Its a reflex, survival instinct hardwired to our genes.

After rolling his bed roll and packing his bag, Ken walks to next room. There he finds Leo and Boris sharing can of soylent green. Man with full stomach can take on the whole world. Man with half can of protein preservative has enough energy to be pissed off and miserable for rest of the day.

"Morning."
"Indeed."

Meaningless small talk was routine, similar to blinking. You don't think about it, it doesn't bring any comfort, but it still feels necessary after a while. Electric heater crackles in middle of room. Lho-sticks keep Ken from hunger. He still feels starvation, but after inhaling one he doesn't want swallow anything for hours. Heading to hallway through collapsed wall, Ken comes across flamer-toting Gilda.

"Where's Celest? Did she sleep any?"
"Up. Hopefully not all the way to the roof."

Women slept apart from males. All of them are adults and too tired to engage in anything, but guess its one of those remaining considerate things. When the girls were together, Gilda was playing role of guardian for Celest. The girl was sometimes too eager for her forethought. She is good, could keep watch all night. But there is no need for protector who can't stay awake when it counts. She lacks experience of knowing when to close your eyes. The Eagle was good teacher for that.

Ken enters apartment with mostly intact bathroom and reliefs himself. The Eagle taught how to use it for hydration, but they weren't that desperate for now. Shaking the last drops, he thinks about their situation. Obviously, they can't stay here. It isn't defendable position, nor supply rich. There are too much people around, fearful horde on the edge. Like everywhere else. It is vicious cycle. The anarchy and violence feeds itself. They will wait for now, plan their escape.

As the morning light made its way in through the boarded up windows of the bar one of the beams fell across the closed eyes of a grizzled soldier, causing him to shift slightly in his sleep. As the light persistently shone down on his eyes they cracked open slightly, exposing them to the blinding ray of the sun. Groggily sitting up he slowly took in his surroundings easily recognizing them and spotting the still slumbering forms of his fellows. 'Looks like we were able to survive another night in this hellhole,' he thought to himself. Giving a loud yawn and stretching slightly he stood up, before walking over to each of his sleeping squadmates giving each of them a jab in the leg or stomach with his foot to wake them up saying,"Time to wake up ladies, we survived another night."

As each of them woke up yawning and stretching one of the men looked at him and said,"Good morning Sergeant," while throwing up a slightly sloppy salute.

Sighing the now identified Sergeant turned to him and said,"How many times do I need to tell you Arthur, and this goes for all of you, that you don't have to call me Sergeant and to just call me Marcus?"

Still holding the salute Arthur said,"With all due respect sir I'll have to say negative to that, if it weren't for you the lot of us probably wouldn't even be alive right now."

Ruefully shaking his head Marcus pushed the conversation out of his mind before looking to the entire group and saying,"Alright people look alive and grab your gear, here's the game plan for today. We're going to be scavenging today while also looking for more survivors. Any questions," he asked. Seeing nobody raise any objections, Marcus turned towards the bar's exit and said,"Lets move out then." Before marching out the door, with his squadmates following behind him.

(OOC: Scavenging the area and looking for survivors.)