Commissar Rackham - Takes chase after the insurgents, Bolt Pistol and Power Sword in hand. "We must not let those heretics escape!! By the will of the Emperor they will pay!!" OOC: Heading after the Bombers SGT Kroll - Runs to patch up Maribel, grabbing medical supplies off of the nearest medic. "Ma'am you're gonna be fine. What should I be calling you anyway, ma'am seems to impersonal." SGT Kroll attempts to keep her stable so that shock doesn't set in.
Daniel ran over to where the bomb had been just a second ago, and saw Kroll patching up Maribel. He also saw the weapons locker. He took a lasgun out. "Not quite like my Bolter, but it'll do." He turned to Kroll and Maribel. "Do you know where those fucks went?"
SGT Kroll - "Follow the Commissar I believe he is heading towards Engineering chasing the bombers, I will follow shortly."
OOC: It's almost 3 AM where I am I will be back on in a few hours after I get some sleep, great start by the way, you've got this marculario.
OOC: Usually all of the other RP's I'm in start at that hour where I live. Also, gotta get that xp! IC: "Alright, I'll catch you two later." Daniel then went after the Commisar.
[CEST, my worst enemy, you strike again! KHAAAAAN!] -PFC Fleury- The Cadian's first reflex at the chaos breaking out without any warning was very uncadian - she jumped into cover, sure that the bomb would explode, covering her ears. When nothing happened after thirty, forty, fifty seconds, she peeked up to see that the Commissar had already taken care of it... wait, that was Commissar Rackham of her Division. She hadn't noticed that before. Interesting. As one of the Mechanicus cult took the bomb away, she approached the Commissar and bowed, dutifully introducing herself as 'Private First Class Fleury, of the-' before noticing that he and another man had already gone. Not one to waste much time then, she quickly grabbed a lasgun from the weapons locker and followed them. It wasn't her kind of rifle, she noted with dismay, but she didn't wear combat equipment anyway, and the Throne knew how much she hated dress uniform. -PFC Watson- It was with an emotionless gaze, apparently uncaring and bored, that Arthura watched the Commissar, her head slightly cocked, slighly slack. The woman did not move an inch as the timer approached zero, though when it continued to remain at zero, and not detonate in a wave of purifying flame, she lifted an eyebrow and straightened herself slightly. "That... I did not expect." Of course, she neither smiled nor frowned still, and it seemed like an eternity to her until the haze broke and she realized people were shot. Slowly moving towards the weapons locker, she grabbed a shotgun and followed the group.
Guardsman Duran Mikas' day had a good morning. Unusually enough the breakfast he had was good by Imperial Guard standards and even the recaf tasted sweet. A fly-boy even gave him a smoke and wasn't being a jerk in any way. Surprisingly good morning and it lifted his spirits up. Then right after the meeting things went bad. Explosions rocked the ship, commotion broke out and wasn't long before people were shooting. Durans experience in combat took over and he immediately dived for cover and began assessing the situation. Not having his trusty gun at his side at a time like this was really annoying him. Apparently insurgents had come aboard somehow and were being a nuisance. 'Better shoot at the ones the navy security guys were shooting' He thought to himself. He tried to take shots with his bolt pistol but the rocking ship wasn't really doing it any easier. He wasn't sure if he hit anyone when the ship stopped rocking and the insurgents fled. He saw one of the navy boys open up a weapons locker and hand out weapons to combatants. Duran swiftly made his way to the locker and requested a shotgun. "It was a good morning until these frackers ruined it. Which way to give 'em a payback?" He asked and the pointed at the way the insurgents had fled. Duran checked the shotgun, deeming it worth the use but not as good as his own, told the navy boy to lead the way and then followed him after the insurgents
Larry Thorne walked up to the weapons locker and took himself a lasgun - standard issue weapon, nothing too special. He checked himself and was reminded that he still had his trusty laspistol. Another check followed. With experienced hands he examined his weapons; ammo and settings, nothing fancy. All good.. a bit.. no no, all good. That done he gave a quick smile and took off. Now this is getting interesting, the man thought as he ran where he knew the insurgents to be, pest control first and introductions with the rest after that.
OOC sorry i have been gone was asleep Kilroy- killroy went after the commisar he first stopped by the locker and requested a las gun it may not be like his old hot shot but it would do. He then began running cover to cover hoping to meet up with the commissar at engineer. Homes- Homes had a frown on her face hearing that half the population of the world she grew up on was wiped out. it turned to anger as see her bullets whizzed passed she ducked down by a computer. She had her maul with her but needed her bolt pistol she saw. the commisar messing with the bomb. Braver then most men. she then saw him ran out with several men following him. she went passed the locker and requested a bolt pistol. she then headed out she could see a man moving cover to cover. possibly his instincts telling him what to do. she followed behind making sure to use what cover she could
"Just Maribel is fine...gah..can't believe I've already ruined this uniform and we haven't even hit the ground yet! Do me a favor and nail one of those bastards for me, take this security key. It will allow you to pass through any locked door on this vessel and disable any security systems should the insurgents have managed to hack their way in." the woman said as she handed him a small signet ring marked with a stylized I. Everyone Else! The insurgents had obviously known the layout of the ship as their passage had been swift and not without incident. The crippled forms of dead crew members and armsmen littered the hallway leading towards Engineering. The fight had been viscious as several other corpses, wearing white cloth around their arms lay scattered around. A smoking autocannon that had been set up at the hallways end lay derelict, its crew slain where they had stood, throats slit. Heavy scorch marks and discarded magazines littered the floor but not a single weapon or piece of usable body armour was in sight. As the group made their way closer to the doorway behind the autocannon, a face peered around it and screamed a warning. "Halt or I shoot!" a panicked voice echoed, probably belonging to one of the armsmen that had survived the attack. Moments later, a lasgun peered around the doorway aiming blindly but not firing. OOC: Hostiles are now marked as wearing white armbands or cloth on their persons but have no visible cultist markings. Unknown enemy force strength has infested the vessel and the entire area is considered hostile. For anyone who is confused about the ships layout, the Engineering is two levels down and to the rear of the vessel from the bridge but less than 200 meters distance making it relatively close.
