"I will go on my own, you people will only slow me down." Andreas said standing up, Carbine in his hands. "Got sick and tired of sitting this shit out anyway... We must get some weapons and finally fight back... But no I just end up with the losers of this planet, a few soldiers is what we need!" The man simply made for the exit himself. 'Naive childish fools...' He thought to himself, giving Kenny a slight shoulder tackle as he was walking past him. They would probably run straight into the enemy without even attempting to scout the area or worse without even trying to aim and just shoot in scare for their life without any discipline whatsoever. Not to forget.... He would be anyway better off on his own. Less chit-chat, less trails to track for the enemy.
OOC: YEAH, FEAR THE POWER OF MY ARSEHOLEDOM! Go out there? They have to be kidding... "This must be overstated, the events on our planet were probably only a minor outbreak, the imperium has no doubt already got the situation under control! We have merely locked ourselves up here temporarily to avoid any chance of looting or unrest while the problems topside are being handled, I myself am happy to stay here and organize a proper order here." Proper order being the old order, where commoners never saw the light of day and the better, richer men didn't have to worry about them. Not here where everyone lived together in one place, regardless of rank or social standing! This was a mess!
Brick looked over at Andreas. "Well maybe that'll finally shut him up, be as big a morale boost as as a couple dozen Astartes dropping in to glass this planet." Grunting he shouldered his own Las-carbine, resting snugly alongside a back pack with his bedroll coiled a top it like a slumbering beast. "Anyways, yeah Kenny I'm in. " Brick was a dour faced man, looked exhausted like the rest of em huddled in their lil corner of survival amidst the hell scape their planet had become. Edit: "Can it windbag, before we end up canning -you-. Save a lil food, make a lil food. " Brick snorted at the politician, he wasn't sure how he had survived this long. Back in the old days a mook like that would of been shot in field, not even bother making it look like an accident.
Andreas simply made his way for the ladder to get outside of the bunker, even leaving Rex behind, the medic of their Regiment. He didn't give much care about him after all - knowing he was much less capable than himself. After all he dragged a guy in here who still died afterwards. It would be also finally a first time after a long time to be able to scout the battlefield outside of Bunker 62. He tried to remember about the other bunkers around and which their purpose was. OOC: Fallout Style.
Rex pressed a palm to each eye as he rose, exhaustion pouring from the man in waves. Not only had he lost the man from his regiment, but the lack of medical supplies had seen him using jury-rigged equipment to help those who had had difficulties getting to the Bunker. The man he had just risen from examining had a broken arm that despite his best efforts, hadn't set right. That amongst a dozen other breaks, colds, fevers, infections that he had seen could become so much worse on the front lines, had him short on sleep and a mind burdened. He had arrived with his comrade in tow and had quickly thrown himself into the work with what medical staff were available, but his friend has passed. Rex hadn't even had time to grieve as the workload had become horrendous, with the time that had passed the only thing he had in remembrance to his former comrade was his tags. Without that, he might have forgotten a name for that face. He was tired of feeling helpless to those around him, so when Kenny and the rest had gathered them up, he quickly stepped forward. "Food, water, and medical supplies. The latter is practically nonexistent. So I'm coming with."
''Andreas, you always were an asshole. Be glad you weren't part of my unit, or you wouldn't be here today.'' ''At least some of the Guardsman here are worth more than the grime on my boots,'' Bruce said, still eyeing Andreas up. ''So we're up to three. Any more volunteers?''
The man ignored his blabber, he knew his own skills and didn't need to prove them or bother with them. For there were only three men in a soldiers life who would judge a soldier: The God-Emperor, The direct superior and the Soldier himself. The God-Emperor - Andreas had more than just faith into him, for he thanks in his very soul to the ruler of Terra his very life and that he hasn't gone mad yet, to find the strength to fight on.... And ignore the other idiots. The direct superior - Bruce was higher in rank, but in Andreas' opinion not capable of leading due to his emotional trauma. He was affected too strong by his emotions, whereas the duty should come always first and since he couldn't do that, Andreas had to his best judgment assume that Bruce was incapable of leading. The Soldier himself - Andreas was always driven by his self-criticism. Even a bulls-eye shot on the training range wouldn't be enough, because it would be either too slow or based on luck or just due to the fact that the paper-enemy wouldn't shoot back. Perfection would be never reached for that was reserved to the God-Emperor, but if you wanted to be the best soldier in the name of the God-Emperor then you had to strive for perfection. Those thoughts went through the mans head as he finally made it to the surface, he had his knife first ready and the moment he stepped out an infected attacked him. Thanks to his skills as Guardsman he rammed his elbow straight into the infected, shattering his face and breaking the beings nose. Followed by a stab of the knife right through the eyeball and into the brain, the soldier pulled the knife back out and kicked the dead off. He was certain nobody else but him could have fend such a sneaky attack off. He pulled the Las Carbine out and looked around - Trying to make any shots out. Because there where shots would be - there would be soldiers. OOC: Hope using enemy like that is alright?
"I Dont know if I will be any use up there. But I can ready the medical equitment if anyone gets injured" Jackie said slightley frightend she had been in the bunker most of the time tending to the wounded even with Rex to help her it was brutal and the makeshift could only go so far.
OOC: Actually the ''survivors'' tab states their previous occupation, as do their character sheets. Bruce was an IG Sgt, Kenny was an Guardsman. Also, you're on the surface already? I mean, the bunker wouldn't exactly have an open door policy, and if he was that eager to go why would have have waited until the suggestion to scavenge came up? Not that I have issue with people going it alone, if you are literally wanting to go try and solo it.
OOC: I literally want to solo it since that is what my char background says, he is a lone wolf - so I play as lone wolf. And well.... Last time I looked they were not all up - now they are all up EDIT: Made edit in prior post btw EDIT #2: Because scavenge never came up and food and water goes down, etc. And since even the 'fools' want to go out he is like 'good we finally decide it's alright to go out? I will go first!'
