Building c "I SAIDZ WHEREZ---AH ZOGGIT!" Chucking the woman behind him Mulch decided to try and find more loot for himself and advanced deeper into the refinery toward whatever may await. "Bettah be some shiny gubbinz, shoulda krumped da 'umie! " Looking to his Warhammer he grunted. "Needz me a bettah choppa, or maybe a shoota wiff some flash. "
Building C The human bored Resh, who effortlessly dodged and weaved between his attacks. She considered finishing him off, when suddenly... "POINTY GIT! WHERE YOUZ AT!" The yell distraught the human for a moment, and Resh moved back before he continued his assault. Bringing forward her knife, the killing blow was imminent - but then, the bumbling Ork, bearing a wide hideous grin, 'playfully' bopped his hammer on the mon-keigh's head, before running onward, garbling incoherent orkery. The man lost his balance, but could catch himself on his feet, holding his poor skull as Resh had to strain herself not to burst into laughter from the ridiculousness of the scene that had played out in front of her. It took him a few seconds, but her opponent returned towards her, wishing to put an end to this fight (and his headache), as the gladiatrix thought the same. He came running at her, still somewhat shaken, but all the more strong-willed for that, and lifted the bludgeoning implement high up. They passed. Resh turned around, taking a look at the worker. He was still standing, barely, turning around to reveal her blade stuck in his chest before collapsing. With a pleased smile, she walked up to his body and pulled it out. The blood sullied her white hand, but provoked naught but a slightly disapproving look before she turned to see the Ork further down the facility, busy with some mon-keigh. She ignored him, and moved further in, inspecting the machinery.
Cut his face of and wear it as mask, you would wear that face better. The captains face seemed to be bleeding at its edges, the skin slid of and he could see the muscles and blood beneath. He paused for a second before opening his mouth. ´I am craving for some screams and pain and getting paid to do it would be a job id die for.´ Did he just say that, that was not what he intended to say at all. He shock his head and looked down on the floor, there the captains face laid laughing at him, a sharp chuckle that pierced his mind.
The captain's eyebrow raised. This was an odd creature before him, stranger, even, than the xenos he'd hired. At least an Ork or a Dark Eldar present themselves with some degree of sanity, this man had none. ''You're a strange one, Simonias,'' the captain said. ''Report to the chief medic, let's see if you can pass his fitness tests before we send you anywhere.'' Task: A12 Players: Ishqo Objective: Report to chief medic Reward: - &
Razauil smiled as he drew the first blood. With his superior reach he stabbed the first guard in his thigh, being rewarded with a shower of blood. He damaged the artery, and the man started loosing blood fast. "No future for you, cockroach," Razauil growled as he parried an attack from the second guard and then smashed him in the face with the reverse hit of his shaft. The man reeled from the hit, only to be impaled on the Dark Eldar's spear a moment later. The weapon destroyed his stomach as he stared stupidly into the dark eyes of his attacker, which only showed contempt. With an elegant move, Razauil removed the spear from the man's body as the guard fell on his knees next to his friend who was trying to stop the blood coming out of his leg. "Futile attempt," the Dark Eldar told him as he stabbed again, once in the other leg and twice in his arms, then repeating it with the other guard. "Sleep now..." Guards were left ruined and bleeding as Razauil finally made his way inside of the building F, only to notice that the alarm was turned off. He saw Jamie and Bobby looting the place. "Well, I see you still draw breath. I applaud you," he bowed theatrically and joined their looting, trying to find anything useful here (Security maps, protocols, codes etc)...
A12 Simonias nodded, a laugh ran trough his head. He seem to think you are crazy, but in fact its you who see the reality for what it is. ´Strange? I have been called worse. Lets see what your chief medic will make of me. Maybe its I who am the most clear minded of all.´ He turned around swiftly with a frown on his face, he made a fist his fingers twitching by the suppressed feeling to throw himself at the captain in a blind fury. Ever since he boarded the warp seemed to be spilling into his mind like a flash flood. Maybe it was something with the ship, had it been at the Eye of Terror and been twisted by the mark of chaos? He didn't know maybe it was just being back on a spaceship, after all it was on a ship it all had started, the visions and the voices. Without knowing how he found himself standing outside the chief medics door. Simonias turned the wheel and it swung open. Inside the room several metal beds was lined up, old and worn. It looked more like a morgue then an actual medical facility. He could see the chief medics back, his bonewhite robe reminded of the pale skulls chaos marines often wore on their armor. The chief stood at the end of the room hunching over a bench with vials, jars and unidentifiable wares. ´Lets get this done, my skills should be put to better use then being this ships lab-rat.´ So this is your judge, a simple chief medic. His head would look good on a spike, slowly cut it of, after all what is pain, just another pleasure.
Building C Davian watched as the dark eldar and ork finished off the human workers. He hid his emotions of sadness and decided to see if he could find loot with the ork and decided to follow him. GM NOTE exploring building C looking for loot
''I see you haven't been lost to the dark gods, either,'' the human quipped back. ''We just found some information here. Apparently they're storing a good bit of smelted metals in this building here [building G]. Perhaps we should aim to raid that, try to carry our weight in bars out. ''And you are?'' Vedar Derand, chief medic, asked; taking a moment from his duties with his cadaver to look at the newly arrived cultist.
~~ Security Room / Building F ~~ OOC: I got a major confusion of location of enemies and what is in our way, etc. but I just assume Raza killed anything that was in way and I just ran after him (yay I am so useful), anywho. I think you need to make it more like Necromunda with the enemy counter and what each group sees or may face, Akragth. Shi Monat said nothing but simply aided Razauil in his near surrounding to find what they may need, uploading any data they may find into her data-slate and taking images of any records or maps.
