After a long stare he simply replied: "If you are able to read my mind, then I have no reason to tell you." Though through the stony exterior, guilty thoughts were clear to see. Scattered images of and emotions: Hatred, guilt, determination and pain. A crowd of people, an angry man grabbing him, the knight being hauled away by several stormtroopers. Already things were going peachy, a slaver caravan. He eyed the lances pointed at him, though he was quite sure that his gorget would stop a thrust, he did not want to find out. "We wish to speak to your leader, we have a proposition for him." Quite sure that they would not understand, he tried again in high gothic, maybe it had survived. "Loqui volumus duci tuo, negotio cum eo habemus." He contacted Tempestus and began filling him in with quiet whispers, his helmet not as private as that of an astartes: "Seems to be a caravan of slavers, I wish to find their leader, probably the one on that massive pack beast. Then we can show our might, kill the slaving curr and free the imprisoned."
"i thought id try and form a conversation with you" as she spoke she chuckled slightly "i have seen worse happen, i ended up alone on a space hulk when my crew were posesed by chaos, i killed them all even those that were close to me" as she spoke she held her revolver in front of her "tempestus is even more troubled by his past but that is for him to tell"
<Moon - The Apothecary> @Colapse "Fun is not exactly what I have in mind, but I will ensure to bring you a souvenir." The Apothecary noted who got up from his seat and jumped out from the side of the ramp on the surface and headed straight for one of the cracks. He would look where one was big enough for him to fit and then start a primitive descend by using his hands and feet. Most interesting was how those things could survive in the first place and if they required water or anything, if that would be the case, then he was even more curious about the composition of said water. But before getting too much ahead of himself, he would look for a secure way down, most ideally one that also looked appropriate enough to get back up.
<Amraphel> Amraphel sighed in dissapoinment as he saw the slavers aproaching. He had expected something more entertaining, something along the line of a few rubric marines but instead he saw slaver scum. He hated slavery wholehartedly, to him it was both dishonourable and cowardly and he fully despised the depraved slavers atop the beast. Long ago, the imperium had been founded on high ideals and those clearly forbid slavery. "Scum", Amraphel spoke as he opened a vox channel to tempestus. "The slavers seem like desert dwelling degenerates." He was barely able to hide the disgust in his voice. "By all means we should ask what they can tell us first then we kill them." He widened the vox channel to all on the surface:"naš brod je imao nesreću, speak those words to the slavers. Their language is a variation of an old terran dialect which has probably come with the first colonists from that planet." OOC: lol, bosnian desert slavers on drugged elephants, life is full of surprises
"naš brod je imao nesreću" as carlarth spoke tempestus laughed "get ready" as he spoke he began to move "ive had enough of knowing the scum is hear, armaphel take the lefy flank with our ronin brother, edd rocky take the right with everyone else leave the slaves and the big thing is mine" as he spoke he waited for the others to reply ready
-Vulpin Planet team "Well This should be interesting." Vulpin silently whispered under his breath he was hidden behind a rock his camo cloak active as he kept down with the others. His small Familiar was hidden behind another rock waiting for its masters command. Vulpin Kept a close hand on his Pistol as he could hear the amount of people coming He kept his force sword at his belt as he stayed down silent. He kept quite waiting for the others to decide what to do next. As he heard the Vox conversation of slavers he decided to add to the conversation with the vox communicator in his helmet kepping his sound low he whispered. "Think if we need to take out the slavers we can try to disguise our self to get inside with there cloths? If they have enough clothing to cover one from head to toe we could likely have a few of our human team members sneak in if they are headed towards the city." As heard the others telling everyone to get into position he kept low and began crawling backwards to get into a position near the right flank he kept out of sight with his camo cloak. -Volorox Moon Volorox Began moving his power halberd in one hand and bolt pistol in another as they moved accross the surface. "You know I just thought of something the last mission we investigated a mysterious signal it ended with it being a bomb and my eye being loss and Feron saving us with a thunder hammer. Hehehe Wonder what it will be this time." Volorox said chuckling a bit as he moved forward looking north. "Well We should start getting headed north. I suggest we try to stay out of sight Don't want getting ambushed again." he said as he began moving his Helmet scanning the surroundings as he wen't
OOC Urian already informed me that google said it's bosnian, however in order to evade giving attributes to nations that might feel offended by it, I wanna state here that I used my own, serbian language for it and that slavers are in fact, serbian (so I'm the only one who ends up offended). <Planet Team> "Brod? Ali reka je dosta daleko odavde..." the leader brought his brow up before hearing Sigismund's words, after which his eyes widened as he tried to reply. "Ourus...leaderus...is thereing," he pointed at the back of the convoy, but his eyes never left the newcomers. "Secundus," he struggled to reply before he turned the mount around and went further back towards the main group of people. While they waited, they could see that other guards traded surprised looks between themselves while they watched Sigismund and Carlarth standing there. Couple of moments later, another group of people approached them, these dressed in finer robes with curved sabres at their hips. "Ourus Mejaj willun seeyus nowing," one of them smiled quite friendly after nodding them to follow him, but waiting on their reply first.
- Rocky and Edd Watching from behind a near by dune, Rocky's camo-cloack a dusty brown. His goggles have him a pretty good view of the situation and it didn't look good. 'Not our best people persons out there. They're gonna get themselves or everyone killed with aggressive such aggressive actions.' *Openning private Vox channel with ground team.* "Listen up you wastes if tactical space! You don't know these people or their customs. For all you know those aren't slaves at all, they could be criminals or sacrifices to some devil, who knows? What you won't do is engage them. I repet, Do Not Engage! Keep them talking and we'll keep an eye out from here. Edd, get into position behind the column. You can do the most damage from there. Lord Tempestus, please hold back. Your power shouldn't be required until a last resort. If we play our cards right, they could tell us everything we need to know. Do you understand?!" Edd meanwhile was hiding behind his shield in an attempt at stealth. Walking just beyond the sight of the otherwise distracted guards, a chained human might have noticed him, but then they might not know what they were looking at. 'Sneaking sneaking sneaking sneaking sneaking sneaking sneaking bein' sneaky.' Edd thought to himself.
"have it your way, i dont like people being forced to do something and chained together, to many bad memories" as he spoke tempestus looked at the others "though if we end up with no choice folow the orders i gave on where to attack"
OOC: whatever. <Renate Walburga Brandt> "Death in His name, that is what will be." She replied prompt, somewhat irritated by the comedic act of an Astartes, but perhaps that was their custom. Nothing truly to be cared about, since this was a colored bunch. She knew of her duty and would perform it.
