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Post by theredauthar on May 26, 2024 18:42:44 GMT -5
Adela waves her hand to reject the offer of a drink. Not that she doesn’t want it, but other than her water canteen she has no way to store it for later, and she’s too Mordian to drink when on duty.
“We could escort her through the gate,” she sighs, replacing her cap and rewrapping her scarf, “But we can’t go much farther than that.”
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Post by Fate's End on May 27, 2024 21:31:19 GMT -5
Ilona didn't budge, she in fact tried to appear as she had the entire encounter so far, vaguely annoyed and authoritative. Inwardly, why the hell had the others let in civilians without ID? She shook her head to the man, "All who enter need ID. That's the rules. You must be mistaken in regards to the other children, their IDs must have been shown during the initial encounter."
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Post by LaxKnight on May 28, 2024 21:37:21 GMT -5
Ilona didn't budge, she in fact tried to appear as she had the entire encounter so far, vaguely annoyed and authoritative. Inwardly, why the hell had the others let in civilians without ID? She shook her head to the man, "All who enter need ID. That's the rules. You must be mistaken in regards to the other children, their IDs must have been shown during the initial encounter." Xavier looked defeated and downtrodden for a moment with his beard and hair somehow managing to droop in resignation. Then a twinkle of a thought struck him when he said, “Then… then can we get her an ID? Like that couple did with him?” Trooper Brembenak would see him nod his head toward the direction of the recently returned Private Cudjal.
The tap was indeed necessary to bring Vernard out of his stupor. He sighed as he noticed the time that had passed. Time always went slower when you want it to pass. That's why he liked the sewers, no sense of time down there. As he stepped out, he took a moment to take in the view and the weather. His comrades on guard duty were busy dealing with the last individuals at the gate while the snow gentle fell throughout the scene before him. He sighed again, his breath visible in the cold. At least the shift would end at some point. With this, he strode out to a position between the two separate groups where he could cover them or simply deal with anyone else who approach the gate. From Private Cudjal’s new location, he could see that his comrades were both dealing with the last individuals that were at the gate. He could also see that the two Specialists had moved the cart off the road, giving them a clear view down. With this new view he could see a truck turning down the road very far back. He couldn’t really make out any details from this distance, but even then he got a bad feeling about it. Something turned his gut about it and he can’t place why.
Accepting the filled flask, Prue glances at the farmer’s wife. “Escort where? We can’t leave the gatehouse. Well…” she looks around at the distance between themselves and the checkpoint. “Not far from the gatehouse.” Adela waves her hand to reject the offer of a drink. Not that she doesn’t want it, but other than her water canteen she has no way to store it for later, and she’s too Mordian to drink when on duty. “We could escort her through the gate,” she sighs, replacing her cap and rewrapping her scarf, “But we can’t go much farther than that.” “You both misunderstand. Just escort her through the gate so then she doesn’t have to get her ID checked again. She can find her way after that,” Rupert said to Specialists Dekker and Treston. It was during this time Penelope would appear next to the man. He’d extend a hand to her hip and gently bring her into his side. |
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Post by hobbsy on May 31, 2024 4:08:32 GMT -5
Working in the sewers below ground had taught Vernard to trust his gut. Especially when something felt off. He didn't like the feeling he was getting from the approaching truck, and if he was going to do anything, he'd have to move fast.
He shuffled in a somewhat hasty manner towards Ilona and the civilians and quickly chipped in. "You can take them both to the brick house there and sort them out there. I'm sure they can look after these two if it takes longer than a moment." he said to his fellow guard.
If something was going to happen, Vernard wanted as less people in the line of fire as possible and this included soldiers more valuable than he was. He may be trying to hide this fact from Trooper Brembenak. But if he was, the fact that his eyes were constantly on the truck rather than the soldier might give the game away...
[[Roll to hide true intentions from I using sneaky= 0]]
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Post by quoth on May 31, 2024 13:54:59 GMT -5
“Oh, yeah, no worries. Let’s go get you checked in, love.” Prue turns back towards the gate, noting the greatly reduced queue with hope that the rest of the shift will be quiet.
She doesn’t yet notice the incoming truck.
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Post by theredauthar on Jun 2, 2024 1:50:08 GMT -5
Treston, nods and begins readjusting her cap and scarf, "Yes of course, I did check your IDs already."
She turns to the woman, Penelope and smiles, "Go with Specialist Dekker and she'll get you through. I'm going to go vox command. See if we can get some one to help fix your wagon or at least some people to help move your goods inside the gate."
With that Treston begins to make her way back to the Guard House, trying not to show that the cold may be getting to her.
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Post by Fate's End on Jun 2, 2024 23:48:48 GMT -5
Ilona nodded simply, that was the process after all. "You'll have to wait in holding, but yes." She tapped her rifle simply, "When you're ready, follow me to processing. If you disregard any instructions given by Imperial Guard personnel, I am authorized to shoot you." Her face betrayed no emotion as she looked to him, waiting for the man to make the first move before she led them to gain ID.
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Post by LaxKnight on Jun 3, 2024 22:53:27 GMT -5
Working in the sewers below ground had taught Vernard to trust his gut. Especially when something felt off. He didn't like the feeling he was getting from the approaching truck, and if he was going to do anything, he'd have to move fast. He shuffled in a somewhat hasty manner towards Ilona and the civilians and quickly chipped in. "You can take them both to the brick house there and sort them out there. I'm sure they can look after these two if it takes longer than a moment." he said to his fellow guard. If something was going to happen, Vernard wanted as less people in the line of fire as possible and this included soldiers more valuable than he was. He may be trying to hide this fact from Trooper Brembenak. But if he was, the fact that his eyes were constantly on the truck rather than the soldier might give the game away... [[Roll to hide true intentions from I using sneaky= 0]] Ilona nodded simply, that was the process after all. "You'll have to wait in holding, but yes." She tapped her rifle simply, "When you're ready, follow me to processing. If you disregard any instructions given by Imperial Guard personnel, I am authorized to shoot you." Her face betrayed no emotion as she looked to him, waiting for the man to make the first move before she led them to gain ID. Xavier looked surprised at the threat and both Trooper Bembenak and Private Cudjal could see him shift under the rags as he brought his daughter a little closer to him. Once the shock wore off though he’d give the Mordian a nod and followed her to the jailhouse. Once she opened the door she’d see the small room and the Steel Legionnaire behind the metal barred window. He was concentrating on something on his desk and didn’t seem to notice them until they closed the door. He looked up, gave a friendly smile, and Ilona could hear the sound of a book being closed very quickly. “Can I help you?” he asked
“Oh, yeah, no worries. Let’s go get you checked in, love.” Prue turns back towards the gate, noting the greatly reduced queue with hope that the rest of the shift will be quiet. She doesn’t yet notice the incoming truck. Treston, nods and begins readjusting her cap and scarf, "Yes of course, I did check your IDs already." She turns to the woman, Penelope and smiles, "Go with Specialist Dekker and she'll get you through. I'm going to go vox command. See if we can get some one to help fix your wagon or at least some people to help move your goods inside the gate." With that Treston begins to make her way back to the Guard House, trying not to show that the cold may be getting to her. The couple seemed very grateful. “Thank you miss,” Rupert responded to Specialist Treston, “You know where I’ll be.” The couple would give each other a brief hug and Rupert would kiss Penelope on her cheek before the woman went with the duo toward the gate. The civilian would stick closer to Specialist Dekker since she was told the Steel Legionnaire would lead her through. “Have uh… either of you been to the outer ring much?” she asked.
((Anyone at the gate can notice this)) Haven’s Garden was a temperate planet, making it conducive to agriculture. Though there were seasons, snow was mainly relegated to the mountains. It was rare for Harvest to get snow. Therefore, when the lights from the gate caught the glint of snowflakes gently gliding to the ground it was almost like a Candlemass miracle. The significance may be lost on the Guardsmen, but it certainly wouldn’t be lost on the native Private Cudjal. Then again, it was likely that this collection of troopers may not have ever seen snow before either. This moment may be lost on Vernard though as the truck advanced toward them with the same sort of dread he might feel watching a sewage tidal wave coming toward him. |
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Post by hobbsy on Jun 4, 2024 3:55:24 GMT -5
Xavier was the only one who looked surprised at Ilona's response. Cudjal half considered keeping the hardline Mordian with him, but as the three made there way to sort out the ID he knew he'd have to face the storm alone.
He looked over to see the other two guards make their way in past the gate. It was almost as if the Emperor's divine hand was guiding them away from whatever event was about to pass in the next few minutes. That left him and the old man. The civilian had his cart, hopefully if his feelings rang true the man could use is as cover.
That left him to account for. With as much calm as he could manage, Cudjal walked over to the barrier lever and activated it. As the barrier slowly raised, the PDF trooper moved to the front of the barrier this time. Maybe he was gaining a few seconds by not taking up an aggressive or defensive stance? Maybe it was just where he was meant to be?
At this point, not even he knew the answer. Private Cudjal just took up a prepared, yet unprovoking posture as he waited for the truck.
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Post by quoth on Jun 7, 2024 13:10:49 GMT -5
“Not much, I’m usually either in the field or at the barracks. Anything interesting there?” Prue manages to make small talk on her way back to the checkpoint, huddling deeper into her coat. The chem-treated synthleather is excellent at keeping out acid rain and radioactive dust, but not the best cold-weather garment.
Prue finally notices Cudjal and the readied barrier, then looks down the road for the source of the concern. Oh, another vehicle, so much for a quick break.
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Post by theredauthar on Jun 9, 2024 14:38:49 GMT -5
Treston only half pays attention as she heads back to the guard house. It's only when Cudjal activates the barricade that Treston begins to look around to figure out why.
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Post by Fate's End on Jun 9, 2024 19:08:18 GMT -5
Ilona nodded firmly to the steel legionnaire, trying not to note all of the irregularities that the so-called Hellborn seemed to always have with their uniforms and appearance. "The child needs an ID. I've brought them here for processing. He," here she indicated the man. "Is her guardian."
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Post by LaxKnight on Jun 9, 2024 22:05:33 GMT -5
Ilona nodded firmly to the steel legionnaire, trying not to note all of the irregularities that the so-called Hellborn seemed to always have with their uniforms and appearance. "The child needs an ID. I've brought them here for processing. He," here she indicated the man. "Is her guardian." “I’m her father,” Xavier said. “Ah, Xavier! Visiting the Temple?” the Steel Legionnaire asked. The man gave a nod. “May I see your ID?” he asked. Xavier provided it, the trooper looked it over, then gave a nod before giving it back. “Andrea! Got a kid!” he called back before disappearing through a door on Trooper Bembenak’s left. There was a clunk, the padlock opened, and the Steel Legionnaire popped back out. “Thanks for catching it,” he said then in a quieter tone, “Normally people just let the kids go since that was the policy for a long time. Command just started the ID policy for kids this month. Most… aren’t very strict with it so it might not have trickled to you guys. Policy is if a kid can walk they get a ID slip. It’s white and like a normal ID, but with no picture and instead of the employer bit it’s Guardian.” He’d pause for a moment when he realized he was talking to a Mordian. “Do you need to see the order?” he asked.
Xavier was the only one who looked surprised at Ilona's response. Cudjal half considered keeping the hardline Mordian with him, but as the three made there way to sort out the ID he knew he'd have to face the storm alone. He looked over to see the other two guards make their way in past the gate. It was almost as if the Emperor's divine hand was guiding them away from whatever event was about to pass in the next few minutes. That left him and the old man. The civilian had his cart, hopefully if his feelings rang true the man could use is as cover. That left him to account for. With as much calm as he could manage, Cudjal walked over to the barrier lever and activated it. As the barrier slowly raised, the PDF trooper moved to the front of the barrier this time. Maybe he was gaining a few seconds by not taking up an aggressive or defensive stance? Maybe it was just where he was meant to be? At this point, not even he knew the answer. Private Cudjal just took up a prepared, yet unprovoking posture as he waited for the truck. The barrier raised without issue but the ominous feeling Private Cudjal felt remained as the truck got closer; perhaps maybe exasperated by the feelings of doubt and dread welling in him.
“Not much, I’m usually either in the field or at the barracks. Anything interesting there?” Prue manages to make small talk on her way back to the checkpoint, huddling deeper into her coat. The chem-treated synthleather is excellent at keeping out acid rain and radioactive dust, but not the best cold-weather garment. Prue finally notices Cudjal and the readied barrier, then looks down the road for the source of the concern. Oh, another vehicle, so much for a quick break.Treston only half pays attention as she heads back to the guard house. It's only when Cudjal activates the barricade that Treston begins to look around to figure out why. “Well, there’s the Tavern’s Harvest that we’re delivering to. We’re having a Candlemass party of sorts tonight. We’re bringing the drinks for it. If it’s still going on when you get off I’m sure if you tell them you helped us out you could get a drink,” Penelope would pause to shiver and huddle a bit more into herself, “Almost never snows.” She’d look a bit concerned when Specialists Dekker and Treston started to look around, causing her to also see the truck. She wouldn’t say anything, keeping her eyes on the truck but instinctively moving further to the side of the road. As for the two Guardswomen, once they both set eyes on the truck they too would be filled with… a bad feeling. It was hard to describe for neither could really place how or why.
((All Guardsmen at the gate)) At this point Prue and Adela were both at the gate with Penelope, perhaps on Vernard’s left so they could stay out of the way of the incoming truck. It was close enough for all of them to see the vehicle clearly. It was a drab grey with only a cleanshaven man with a grey cap in the driver's seat. It looked like the same kind of truck the Tallarn from before came in with but a more boxed, solid body. Again, these kinds of trucks weren’t uncommon for both the Guard and civilians and nothing about would seem to provoke the ominous feelings they were all experiencing. The truck would come to a steady stop a few meters away from the barrier with no danger to Cudjal at all (though whether he felt that was a different story). ((Tests while the truck is here will be at a -1 since they bother you to such a degree that it occupies some of your attention. If you wish to push through, brush aside, or otherwise repress these negative feelings and ignore the penalty, roll for with a target of 3 with whatever Approach seems appropriate. If you pass and wish to try and place what may be causing these feelings, roll Careful or Clever. Target will depend on how well the previous test went.)) |
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Post by hobbsy on Jun 10, 2024 3:15:59 GMT -5
The sense of foreboding continued to mount for Cudjal until it reached an eerily silence climax as the truck halted. In this moment, the PDF trooper force these feelings down with a quick squeeze of his eyelids and a slow exhale. It was just a truck, there is nothing wrong with a truck.
[[Force roll to overcome dread =3]]
But why was this truck so wrong? Vernard's senses from his subterranean work perked up. If it looked like a rat and felt like a rat, it's a frakkin' rat. At a slow and deliberate pace, Cudjal started to move towards the divers side of the vehicle's cab. As he did, he suttlly tried to spot what could possibly be giving off this bad feeling.
[[Careful roll to spot what is wrong = 2]]
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Post by quoth on Jun 10, 2024 14:37:38 GMT -5
With eyes wide behind her goggles, Prue puts her back to the wall and remains locked in on the now stationary truck, gripping her lascarbine so hard it creaks. The sense of dread emanating from the truck manifests as paranoid vigilance. She can’t take her eyes off the truck for even a second, even a blink. That’s when something will happen, when she blinks.
She takes a few shuffling steps, back still pressed against the wall, finger twitching just over the trigger.
(( Careful roll to have an adequate sense of caution instead of psychic dread: -1))
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