Erika chuckled and helped her with the shells. She took a few seconds to see if the Kasrkin would topple over with all that load. "Going to be interesting to see what you're planning with these. Let's hope we don't crash with this much explosives on board."
"Ah~, if we crash then we'd have more worries about the Space Marines crushing us, not if the explosives blow up. Only the bigger transport ships actually blow up when they crash last I chEEECKED!" She nearly slipped to the side with the weight of the mortar before regaining her balance, glancing about.... Right. Left, right, left right. Slowly. "...And besides; I'll place it on the transport and just bring a few bandoliers."
The 'Grey Knight' waited in the meeting room. He simply stood there with his arms crossed waiting for everyone to leave and go about doing whatever these hummies were going to go do. The 'Grey Knight' would awkwardly stare toward anyone who took to long to leave. Once everyone left the room, and their was only the 'Grey Knight' and the Inquisitor left, the 'Knight' turned to face the hummie git. "WAT DA ZOG DO YA MEENZ DERE AINTZ GUNNA BE FIGHTIN'?!?" Sneektoof shouted, slamming his fist on the table where the Inquisitor sat. The force of his fist denting the table a tad as he lifted it. He bent down to look the hummie face to face-which wasn't exactly easy or comfortable due to his size-And growled bitterly at her. "YOUZ SED IF I FIGHTZ FER YA, IZ GET PAID IN WEAPONZ, LOOT...AND YUR FANCEE HAT" he snarled, his eyes drifting up toward the hat on her head as he mentioned it. One of his hands went to his back and he pulled out one of his Stabbin Knife (might have been his Otha Stabbin Knife). "But dere aintz gonna be much ov a fight now WILL DERE?!!" He shouted once more, "So in dat kase den. Wutz stoppin me'z frum juz killin ya r'oight ere, takin yur hat, an lootin a kroozah out ov dis Gork (and Mork) damned boorin az all ZOG, 'ELL 'OLE?!" Sneektoof was not pleased with this hummie boss. She was runtier then the taller hummies, but acted like the Warboss in charge of everyone. Such a position could only be held by the biggest and the strongest, and this weedy git was neither. And an Ork has very little patience in regards to a weak Warboss, especially one significantly smaller then them. And stating that she DIDNT want any fighting was enough to tip the Ork over the edge. The hummie was going to get a crash course in how Ork hierarchy functions if she didn't have a good reason for such a ludicrously boring plan.
@High_Adept_Zeth "I first earned my first promotion to retributor on a capture mission on Van III had to capture a Spryer and aid on bringing to faith back to the people after a disaster in the hive causing the earth to give in the middle of the hive and cause a massive hive quake causing unaccountable amount of damage to the hive and displacement among citizens and the hivers, We had to catch this spryer who seemed to be in with a gang that seemed to be taking supplies from the relief effort and causing a bit of ruccus stiring up fights between the relief forces and hivers. We were suppose to question him but arbite forces under someone else higher authority had him taken and we were reassigned." Catherine said remembering her first battles as a sister of battle. "During the mission I began a Sister superior I got blasted by a foul Tau xeno and lost one of my kidneys during a fire fight supporting a imperial guard platoon while they began a tactical relocation. foul blue skins got a lucky shots at us taking a few of our squad out before be purged them out and the guards plan began taking action. Earned my Status as a superior after out maneuvering a tau a stealth squad that plagued our operations since day one. Enough explosives and a bit of courage can work quite wonders if your willing to risk yourself to take out the enemy." Catherine said with a bit of a smile as she looked to her helmet. "been on about 35 other combat missions, 10 other relief and 15 training missions with other sisters training them in traditions of our order and how to fight and 2 campaigns. Seems I don't have as much experience as you do it seems." Catherine said noting the amount of missions Agate had been on. -Armory Catherine entered the armory after there several others came and went with a huge amount of explosives. "well that seems to take away from my job partially. Looks like I am going to have to go with something more Utilitarian." Catherine said to herself as she looked to the armory. Looking at the armory she was Dissapointed by the lack of heavy weapons that her kin used along with using a minor explosive weapon RPG instead of a true born missle launcher. Taking up a Rocket launcher Catherine decided to grab it along with some nonlethal rockets instead of explosives since the other parts of the team had explosives down. Looking over to the flamer Catherine wondered about a flamer for a moment but with the amount of explosives already on board there ship Catherine decided for a less explosive based weapon. Going over to the balsitc rifles Catherine picked up a Sniper rifle putting it over by the quarter master check out with her rocket launcher, looking over now to gear she looked to gear that they would likely need during there expedition. picking up a a few Things she grabbed a respirator fliter for her helmet grapnel, mangoncular, data slate, A helmet pict recorder and mono scope,a lamp pack, and two shock colors in case they can capture two officers from the mysterious factions mentioned, and a medkit and diagnoster, Looking over to a extreme weather cloke she decided to grab a cloak in case the plants weather or temperature would require it, and Finally a back pack to help store her gear and a bandoleer for ammo for her sniper and a large pack for her rockets. Looking over to ammo she went to a requisition form for ammo for several mags of hollow point rounds for her sniper, several mags of armor piercers for her sniper, several mags for her bolt pistol she brought from her order, then for several RPG special ammo, Smoke rockets, Blinding rockets, and finally several web rockets. Putting in her requisition form she hoped to get a good part of her equitment supplied for her mission on the ground. "Any chance we can get a vehicle down there for long distance transport if we need ground based transport?" Catherine asked as she waited.
Ferra had quietly absorbed the information when the Warmaster had spoken, and left for the armoury when the time for talk had ended. Not the Warmaster's armoury, however - before anything else, she would have to retrieve her armour. The delay was likely the Emperor's immediate punishment for her sloth manifest in not already wearing it to a meeting that was likely to call for bringing one's wargear. She was aware she was likely going to be the last to arrive at the hangar; having to jump ships twice again. Luckily for her, the Dominion considered her own armaments sufficient; the hand flamer and chain sword had both been awarded to her as a recognition of her deeds in the battle that would also forever mark her as 'warp-touched' - and they would be enough to bring any heretic to justice. And so, the gear distribution centre was skipped. Tenebra hurried to the hangar, late but hopefully not too late, the black cloak beneath her red armour flluttering from her hasty stride as she silently cursed the objectively short legs that made it easy to run long, but hard to walk fast. Upon reaching her destination, she stopped almost dead in her tracks to slow down, and find a more graceful cadence to stride to the rest of her team, and the ships. With a discreet sigh of relief, she ran her hand through her black hair, grimacing slightly as the gauntlet's joints riped out a few. At least she hadn't missed it.
Zuriel offered a bright, fanged smile to the commissar, carefully clasping his forearm in greeting. "Commissar, it does my soul good to see you again. Still putting the fear of the Emperor into your comrades I take it?" he asked, pointing at the mans signature firearm. Zuriel knew that Ludwig wasn't as bloodthirsty as some of his rank in executions, which was something he was thankful for. The Commissariat was direly needed, but they could be... Well, overzealous to put it lightly. "I'm sure together we'll cut another bloody swathe through the Emperor's foes. Perhaps even a few Emperor's Children shall be good enough to make an appearance? My glaive hasn't drank of their blood in far to long." Their reunion would be cut short however as the Warmaster declared that their mission begin immediately. About damn time. The Sanguine Templar thought to himself as he placed his diagnostor helm upon his head, glaive and Exsanguinator in hand. "Let us go to the holy field of war my friends." ~Armory~ As Zuriel entered the armory, he passed by the mass amounts of weaponry and armor, only grabbing a few krak and frag grenades, chuckling at the Kasrkin who seemed quite obsessed with explosives, stumbling about with a mortar. "I see you're really embracing the whole stealth side of this mission." While she wouldn't be able to see his expression beneath the intimidating gaze of his helm, his voice held his usual mirth and jesting attitude. Turning to grab a few medical packs, Zuriel then placed his Glaive Encarmine on an empty work bench. Then his bolt pistol. Then his Exsanguinator itself. He took apart the last two with surprising speed and even greater care, thoroughly inspecting them for any issues before taking off his gauntlet and pulling out a ornately crafted dagger, rubies inlaid throughout the hilt which turned into two wings. With reverence, he slit his hand open, spilling his blood into each piece of equipment and across his glaive, all the while muttering a prayer beneath his breath. Once completed he would affix his gauntlet and reassemble his equipment before his ears perked up to Catherine's question. "Doubtful. This mission seems to require a great deal of subtlety and any vehicle large enough to move us all would be to loud or noticeable to complete our mission effectively. But who knows, with the resources of a Warmaster at our disposal, we just might. Giving a nod to those gathered in the armory, Zuriel then proceeded to head towards Valkyrie, his crimson robe flowing behind him, honor scroll affixed proudly across his waist, nearly touching the floor. This crusade would soon be placed on it as well. Once at the Valkyrie he stood at it's entrance, waiting for the rest of the task force to arrive before taking his place.
Danse was relieved as the meeting came to an end and the chamber doors opened, permitting them to leave. "Warmaster." He said. "In appreciation for selecting me for this assignmrnt the Boros Paladins 4th company has prepared an Appreciation Meal of pulled pork sandwiches and an ancient Terran beverage called cola." It is here in these crates behind me and their contents are in stasis for an appropriate time. I suggest the team indulge in some before the mission. It will be the last time some of us eat and no warrior can fight on an empty stomach. In the meantime I will join the others." Danse left and headed towards the armory. He was fully prepared for battle, as a Space Marine should be, but it would be foolhardy not to see if there was anything else he could use. When he arrived he saw the young Kasrkin and the Steel Legionnaire loading up with explosives. The Kasrkin was struggling with both a mortar and a large duffel bag of grenades. The bag was stuffed so full it couldn't close properly. The Steel Legionnaire was loading herself up with mortar shells and looked like she had a more reasonable load on her. Danse walked over and took the duffle bag from the Kasrkin, giving her space to secure her mortar. Even though the bag weighed at least a hundred pounds and must have had twenty grenades it felt to Danse no heavier than a woman's purse. "Allow me Kasrkin." He said, taking two grenades out and securing them on his person. "I commend you for coming prepared but an overburdened warrior is just as vulnerable as an unarmed child. You'll also make a very tempting target. I would highly recommend distributing these grenades so you can have more room for your mortar shells. You and the sergeant would serve the team best as fire support." He turned the the sergeant. "I'm glad to see you've found a little confidence sergeant. I hope our talk helped. We can speak more if you wish. In the meantime I'm not sure we introduced ourselves. I'm Veteran Sergeant Danse of the Boros Paladins. I'm pleased to meet both of you." While they were talking a flamer on one of the weapons racks caught Danse's eye. He had a combi-flamer on his bolter already but also a knife with a bayonet fixture and he couldn't use both at once. The combi-flamer served him well as an anti-cover and anti-swarm measure when advancing but a proper flamer could do the job better. That would let him use the bayonet on his bolter and make the chainsword he also carried less necessary. He switched his attachments and retrieved the flamer, fixing it with the biggest promethium tank he could find and supplementing that with two standard ones. With everything he needed, he left the armory, leaving his combi-flamer on the weapons rack for another to use. @Maleth @Vlayden @Wata
"Rarely is such a thing needed when you know how to inspire your men" Ludwig spoke in reply to Zuriel's question. Returning his bright smile it was clear to see that Ludwig found seeing the Marine once more to be a joyful experience, and a sign that perhaps they had a better chance of survival with such a man joining the team. "Our foes will only know fear and confusion before our blades fall on their necks" Ludwig spoke, tapping the hilt of his sword with his free hand, giving Zuriel a slight chuckle at the thought of meeting the Emperor's Children in battle once more. Releasing Zuriel's arm from his grasp as the Warmaster gave the squad instructions, Ludwig would simply nod to the man before he would proceed to the armoury. Armoury Stepping into the enclosed spaces of the armoury Ludwig had little intention of gathering much additional firepower beyond two krak and frag grenades. What he came here for instead, was to see the gear his squadmates were gathering and to get a better look at what each of them were likely capable of. A Kasrkin was the first to catch Ludwig's eye, a fellow Cadian and one of the most elite of their number at that, a valuable asset to the team, but a liability if she was unable to carry the ridiculous amount of ammunition she intended to bring. Luckily, one of the Space Marines that seemed to be speaking with Zuriel earlier offered aid, another valuable asset, but possibly prone to acts of kindness that could lower his combat effectiveness. Another member of the squad seemed to be an Imperial Guard Sergeant, likely a veteran, a possible asset, but regardless she was only human, and a human with lesser training and equipment than most in the squad. Placing his two krak and frag grenades in his black overcoat Ludwig would slowly stroll out of the room, taking notice of two women, both of whom were clearly members of the Adeptus Sororitas and possibly some of the most valuable human assets in the squad, if they could manage not to get overwhelmed by all the attention their power armor will bring. It was from here that Ludwig would continue to the hangar in which all other members would eventually meet in, placing his mask over his face and securing it tightly as he leaned against a wall.
After the meeting had ended Praxia immediately made her way to the hangar. She had little need for equipment since she'd been strapped to this engine so long ago. She was one of the first to arrive in the hangar, though it wouldn't be long for others to arrive after their visit to the armory. She noted each and every individual entering and leaving. A sister and marine seemed to be the first of the group. Zerus and Ferra? No, that wasn't right. Zurra? No not that either. She shook her head. It wasn't like names truly mattered anyway ; the names worth remembering she would learn. Those that weren't... well she wouldn't need to bother to forget. A commissar followed shortly after. She didn't recall seeing him. Perhaps she had missed him in the meeting? Or was he the... late one? Now it made sense. She smiled to herself. A late commissar, now that was rich. It was a wonder he hadn't shot himself for such failure. No doubt he would have if it were another man. @Keidivh The marine was approaching the Valkyrie. Perhaps he hadn't seen the thunderhawk? May as well make conversation. She approached the marine, her heavy footsteps announcing her movements. "Greetings loyal servant of the Emperor... I do not mean to disturb you, forgive me if I am. But it seemed you hadn't noticed the Thunderhawk prepared for our power armor equipped members?" She pointed with one of her metallic arms.
"Take whatever you bloody need from the baggage; I'm just bringing a bandolier to the actual mission. The bag itself and mortar, and -- Shells, and all, are staying on the ship whether the pilot wants it or not. If he's bloody shot at chances are it's going to destroy him anyway, and having a duffle bag of frags and kraks isn't going to make him any more doomed." She rambled at the Astartes without a care. While for the most part part any human (especially any Guardsman) would probably be shaking in their boots and stammering so much they couldn't even say "hi" correctly, let alone 'Forgive me, My Lord' as almost certainly any would. The Space Marines were truly demigods; superhumans taller than all others in humanity with powered armour that could rival a Sentinel walker (which whilst not truly a feat, for a single infantryman is terrifyingly great) and speed that made anything like projectiles a risky act. With weapons that could decimate things and pierce anything less than an APC and explode within its victim. With auspex systems that could track things better than any Imperial system under the mighty Baneblades and other sacred vehicles for the most part, that the military got, and with strength that even without their armour could at the very least MATCH the Ogryns; with it, they could defeat even the brutish orks equally without including things such as the larger variety of their greenskin Nobs or the Warbosses. And yet here, she treated them so... Casually. In some more strict Chapters they could see this as insulting, with how she did not bow to their whim as any other Guardsmen might. Perhaps others would find it heartwarming, to see that even such mighty legends will not waver her; perhaps they won't even care. Her duties are paramount, and as long as she could achieve them it didn't matter how she reacted to their presence. All the same, she kept the bag itself over one shoulder filled with the grenades, whilst the other shoulder had a mortar over it. She just wanted to bring her 'trophies' to the transport in question (Was it a Vendetta or, Valkyrie or something? She had no idea, and admittedly didn't care. She'll find it in the hangar, she's sure! And if not, she'll just stalk the Sororitas and whatnot, or the Guardsman she's dragging along) and then, well... Wait! Maybe make sure her laspistol's alright...
