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Post by rodbob on Jul 25, 2022 3:21:25 GMT -5
Badork - Corporal, 87th Mordian
Badork got to the front of the queue in the Mess, his stomach made a huge grumble.
"BADORK hungry!" He said slowly as he locked eyes with one of the catering staff.
The poor sod was visibly shaking as he handed the Ogryn a plate of meat and vegetables. The plate looking absurdly tiny in the massive hands of Badork.
Badork looked at the serving, perfectly reasonable for your average guardsman, but barely worth the effort for the abhuman.
Badork leaned over the man and in a menacing grumble said, "Does you not understand wot hungry is? You tryin to be funny ickle man? BADORK not feel like laughing. BADORK feel like eatings!"
"B..b..but that's a full serving!" The man protested meekly.
Badork pointed into the kitchen where a metal pale stood on a bench. "Dat a BADORK serving!" He said.
The man looked to where Badork was pointing "But that's for peeled potatoes." He said.
"Good, BADORK loves taytoes. Fill it." Badork said as he crossed his arms and glared.
The poor man realised he was not going to win this argument and walk away with his limbs attached. With a defeated sigh he walked over to the bench, picked up the empty bucked and filled it with food. He handed it over to Badork and hoped it would suffice.
"Ta." Badork said simply as he turned and walked over to a vacant table with his bucket of grub and the plate of food, he set them both on the table and sat crossed legged on the floor. He waved over to Lucas as he saw the diminitive trooper enter the Mess.
"Ickle ickle George, BADORK got you dinner!"
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Post by cyg on Aug 1, 2022 12:40:39 GMT -5
"metasurgeon" she corrected politely, making sure to not let her annoyance at not being recognized show in her tone or body language. "is that any way to greet the person who's had to operate on you more than once in your career?" Krast frowned for a moment, scanning through his brain for a name to match the face. He was usually pretty good at that, but sometimes the cogboys...ehem, Mechanicus, tended to throw him off. He had to keep reminding himself to call them that, even in his own head so he didn't make a mess of a situation since he was an officer now. It then struck him when he remembered what a metasurgeon did. Mechanicus focused on the fleshy bit, which felt like a contradiction, but he had a name. "Ah! Metasurgeon Cheslock, right? Sorry if I didn't recognize ya, had a lot on my plate lately, and a lot of fresh faces to run through. Throne I haven't seen you since Valmar. Glad to see your still in one piece, ma'am." He said, big grin returning to his face. Always worth the effort to get a genuine tech priest on your side. "Ah and don't worry about the old gut wound. Had a few doc's look at it since, had to have some vat grown intestines implanted afterwards, but other than the occasional itch it's fine." In truth that part still hurt like hell when he was jogging, but he could manage it thanks to the mental training he had. "oh..yes...my apologies lieutenant, sorry to bother you with this but..this is actually rather embarrassing for me, as i appear to have... gotten lost..." Krast raised an eyebrow, and did realize that it probably wasn't common for a tech priest to come to the canteen. They seemed to mostly eat that grey gruel substance they prepared in their temples, and didn't care much for carousing and drinking. "Ah, well this here is the Canteen. Use to be some kind of noble's club house or something before they all up and fled, left some of the staff and most of the equipment behind. Now some of the enlisted gather here during their down time for some food other than rations, ain't that right Luca-" KRast explained, turning around only to see that the little trooper had run off. Throne but that one was sneaky, especially with a respirator hissing all the time. "Um, guess he wanted to get in line before its all gone." Krast chuckled, turning back. "If you need help finding your way around, I know a little of the area, but can't say I have it memorized." Krast offered, then stopped and had a thought. "If your not busy, you could stop in for a bit. Foods free, and pretty good actually. Plus they have some drinks in the back if you have something for the kitchen. I know its probably not the, um, efficient way to get your nutrients, but I figure as an officer I need to keep relations between our two factions strong." "And get someone to personally look at my boys gear when they frak the machine spirits," he thought, but kept his signature grin on.
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Post by alphazoid on Aug 1, 2022 17:45:26 GMT -5
Lourn had found his own seat near a window and was nursing a drink as he stared out of it. Naturally, he was making sure to keep an eye on whichever of his men were present; not at all a difficult feat given that each wore their distinctive jackets even when out of uniform.
As he returned his attention to the plant life outside, he couldn't help but have his attention dragged to the Ogryn barking at the line cook. As the aforementioned Ogryn turned his attention to some "Ickle George" that had apparently just walked in, a bewildered smile crept upon his face as he processed the scene.
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Post by Archer on Aug 2, 2022 21:29:18 GMT -5
Luca had just finished a game of Regicide, he'd been playing the same young lieutenant for about an hour now, this was the third game and he was getting plenty better no longer letting him take pawn after pawn while he moved only his strongest pieces in an attempt to take the him out. Luca meanwhile played cautious and deliberate baiting his enemy with feints then taking his pieces with the often forgotten pawns until he he could move uncontested. "I thought Schola's taught you tactics." Luca teased the young man as huffed, most NCO's wouldn't get away with things like that but considering Luca's positions here it was ill advised of any to try reprimand the Lucifer Black. "Well lucky for you I don't play for coin." He spoke grabbing up the candy bar he'd offered and his own coins he'd put on the table. "Luxury ration however is coming with me." The young man blinked a couple times bewildered that all he wanted was the chocolate bar he'd gotten in his last ration pack enough coin on the table to buy at least three more off others. Seeing it as a small mercy to go with his lesson on tactics the young officer hurried up while Luca got up to head back towards the entrance... An Ogryn sitting down for a meal, well no better time to...
Then he saw it, Luca's mind racing a moment as the trooper blinked a couple times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or anything or all his time spent telling stories wasn't making one play out before him. There standing in the halls was Metasurgeon Cheslock and Krast... Sporting officers bars? Who the hell died and gave him a command... Then again with how thing had gone for the Cadian's that have actually been what happened. Still pausing to straighten his beret and tuck a loose lock of hair back the Praetor First Marshal Luca Astora took a long breath, he wondered if they would even recognize him now? Or how much time had passed for, frak right no time to think just do. Luca spoke approaching them, smiling wearing his fatigues and signature beret only thing giving him away as anything different was the single headed Aquila, loyalty to Terra alone it's symbol. "I believe it's a regular reunion and me without a guitar this time." Spoke the Terran as walked up Krast giving him a salute.
"Didn't think I'd ever see either of you again... Then again, I suppose you two didn't suspect you'd see me back out on the front?" Luca spoke, turning to the Metasurgeon next. "I can safely say I'll be grateful if I get wounded to be back in your care, well more so than my last stay with in Medicae on Terra." He chuckled, he'd aged a bit he wasn't as nervous or timid anymore seeming to carry himself like a leader rather than just a follower. A note on the patch on his arm would also confirm a couple of promotions from the last time they saw him. "So... Probably a bit rude to phrase it this way but were old friends, how the hell are you both?"
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Post by blinddeadmcjones on Aug 14, 2022 0:37:20 GMT -5
Krast frowned for a moment, scanning through his brain for a name to match the face. He was usually pretty good at that, but sometimes the cogboys...ehem, Mechanicus, tended to throw him off. He had to keep reminding himself to call them that, even in his own head so he didn't make a mess of a situation since he was an officer now. It then struck him when he remembered what a metasurgeon did. Mechanicus focused on the fleshy bit, which felt like a contradiction, but he had a name. "Ah! Metasurgeon Cheslock, right? Sorry if I didn't recognize ya, had a lot on my plate lately, and a lot of fresh faces to run through. Throne I haven't seen you since Valmar. Glad to see your still in one piece, ma'am." He said, big grin returning to his face. Always worth the effort to get a genuine tech priest on your side. "Ah and don't worry about the old gut wound. Had a few doc's look at it since, had to have some vat grown intestines implanted afterwards, but other than the occasional itch it's fine." In truth that part still hurt like hell when he was jogging, but he could manage it thanks to the mental training he had. "thank you lieutenant, and no offense taken" Cheslock replied with a friendly wave "our order does make it rather difficult to place faces to names even at the best of times, good to hear the abdomen healed well, and vat grown implant you say? they definitely spared no expense there. though given your heritage it makes sense that they would pull out all the stops when it comes to treatment, so to speak" she stopped for a second as she remembered what happened to krasts homeworld and realised she may have committed another faux pas "um...my apologies again, and condolences to what happened to Cadia" Krast raised an eyebrow, and did realize that it probably wasn't common for a tech priest to come to the canteen. They seemed to mostly eat that grey gruel substance they prepared in their temples, and didn't care much for carousing and drinking. "Ah, well this here is the Canteen. Use to be some kind of noble's club house or something before they all up and fled, left some of the staff and most of the equipment behind. Now some of the enlisted gather here during their down time for some food other than rations, ain't that right Luca-" KRast explained, turning around only to see that the little trooper had run off. Throne but that one was sneaky, especially with a respirator hissing all the time. "Um, guess he wanted to get in line before its all gone." Krast chuckled, turning back. "If you need help finding your way around, I know a little of the area, but can't say I have it memorized." Krast offered, then stopped and had a thought. "If your not busy, you could stop in for a bit. Foods free, and pretty good actually. Plus they have some drinks in the back if you have something for the kitchen. I know its probably not the, um, efficient way to get your nutrients, but I figure as an officer I need to keep relations between our two factions strong." "And get someone to personally look at my boys gear when they frak the machine spirits," he thought, but kept his signature grin on. the adept cocked her head to one side as she processed this new information. not quite what i was looking for... but at least she now had a point of reference which was more than what she had a moment ago "the canteen..and it was a nobles house, guess that explains the excessive use of marble..." she was about to politely decline the offer when she felt pangs of hunger that she admittedly had been trying to ignore, and truth be told she had a nostalgic longing to be around people who weren't Mechanicus for a change. "you know what, i would be delighted to join you lieutenant, it's been too long since i've had the pleasure of sampling more traditional and varied cooking methods, truth be told my bretheren are a bit stuck in their ways when it comes to nutrition intake, makes it rather difficult for them to appreciate the importance of other cultural traditions in the Imperium, especially around food, which is quite an uncomfortable irony when one thinks about it-" Luca had just finished a game of Regicide, he'd been playing the same young lieutenant for about an hour now, this was the third game and he was getting plenty better no longer letting him take pawn after pawn while he moved only his strongest pieces in an attempt to take the him out. Luca meanwhile played cautious and deliberate baiting his enemy with feints then taking his pieces with the often forgotten pawns until he he could move uncontested. "I thought Schola's taught you tactics." Luca teased the young man as huffed, most NCO's wouldn't get away with things like that but considering Luca's positions here it was ill advised of any to try reprimand the Lucifer Black. "Well lucky for you I don't play for coin." He spoke grabbing up the candy bar he'd offered and his own coins he'd put on the table. "Luxury ration however is coming with me." The young man blinked a couple times bewildered that all he wanted was the chocolate bar he'd gotten in his last ration pack enough coin on the table to buy at least three more off others. Seeing it as a small mercy to go with his lesson on tactics the young officer hurried up while Luca got up to head back towards the entrance... An Ogryn sitting down for a meal, well no better time to... Then he saw it, Luca's mind racing a moment as the trooper blinked a couple times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or anything or all his time spent telling stories wasn't making one play out before him. There standing in the halls was Metasurgeon Cheslock and Krast... Sporting officers bars? Who the hell died and gave him a command... Then again with how thing had gone for the Cadian's that have actually been what happened. Still pausing to straighten his beret and tuck a loose lock of hair back the Praetor First Marshal Luca Astora took a long breath, he wondered if they would even recognize him now? Or how much time had passed for, frak right no time to think just do. Luca spoke approaching them, smiling wearing his fatigues and signature beret only thing giving him away as anything different was the single headed Aquila, loyalty to Terra alone it's symbol. "I believe it's a regular reunion and me without a guitar this time." Spoke the Terran as walked up Krast giving him a salute. "Didn't think I'd ever see either of you again... Then again, I suppose you two didn't suspect you'd see me back out on the front?" Luca spoke, turning to the Metasurgeon next. "I can safely say I'll be grateful if I get wounded to be back in your care, well more so than my last stay with in Medicae on Terra." He chuckled, he'd aged a bit he wasn't as nervous or timid anymore seeming to carry himself like a leader rather than just a follower. A note on the patch on his arm would also confirm a couple of promotions from the last time they saw him. "So... Probably a bit rude to phrase it this way but were old friends, how the hell are you both?" "my oh my, Luca Astora." she exclaimed with mirth after a brief pause once the shock of seeing another familiar face quickly faded "promoted as well? is the rest of the Naris garrison in there too? what brings one of Terra's finest to this corner of the galaxy?"
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Post by Vurrunna on Aug 18, 2022 3:23:56 GMT -5
Leaving Krast and the Metasurgeon behind, Lucas couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in having not only avoided the woman, but also left Krast behind with his greatest fear. He hoped quietly that Krast was ignorant of the horrors of the Metal People. The thought also passively occurred to Lucas that the last time he left Krast behind, he wound up spending two years hunting owls and avoiding Kroot hounds in the swamps. Taking a glance to either side at the immaculate stonework and adornments of the inner city, Lucas felt relatively confident he ran no risk of that happening again, but just in case he muttered a quiet prayer to the Emperor that he not be abducted by Daemons on his way to dinner.
As Lucas entered the mess hall proper, he was immediately struck by the noise. He froze in place, hands again grasping in vain, as a veritable wave of sounds washed over him: cooks preparing and serving meals; troops eating, talking, and laughing at tables; games being played, pieces clacked about, tables pounded and shook; music, too, utterly discordant and carried with the greatest of gusto. Seeing it all at once, spread wall to wall—it looks almost like a living painting. His eyes drifting out of focus so that he could see as much at once as possible, he began to impress the image upon his mind; it was a scene of chaos and disorder, yet also of a strange sort of beauty. These people would all be dead some day, but in this moment, they carried with them all the life they ever had. It seemed a waste to let it go by unnoticed."Ickle ickle George, BADORK got you dinner!" Once again, Lucas found himself brought to attention by the Ogryn's booming voice. Looking at the large man seated on the floor next to an empty table, and seeing as he gestured to a plate apparently meant for him, Lucas broke into a trot, swinging his arms awkwardly at his sides with the gait of a lad who still had no idea what to do with his hands. Reaching the table, he quietly noticed the presence of several abandoned dishes, presumably left by whoever had sat here previously. Curious. He wondered what had them in such a hurry to leave their things behind.
Lucas took a seat across from Badork, sitting upon an unfortunately short stool that left him at just over chest-height with the table. He looked at the plate—an arrangement of grains and chunks of meat, with a yellow soup-like mixture with various bits of vegetable. The individual ingredients were separated into their own segments, though appeared to have been sloughed about, and had become half-mixed across the plate.
"Thank you, s—Corporal Badork. Is the food good?"
As Lucas asked this, his eyes began to wander about the room, his outer mask remaining eerily still and staring into middle space just beyond Badork's shoulder. Being in and amongst everything had an altogether unique feeling from looking in from the door. He saw things less on the whole, more in the particular: An officer in a fancy uniform surrounded by papers. A Lieutenant puzzling disappointedly over a board of Regicide. A pilot in a leather jacket lounging by the window, looking right at Lucas with a grin on his face.
Lucas turned his mask to look at this last man directly, his eyes blinking once before he turned his attention back to his plate, decidedly more self conscious than he'd been when he walked in.
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Post by hobbsy on Aug 28, 2022 18:20:01 GMT -5
De Grotto's attention was suddenly drawn to the commotion of an ogyrn placing himself at a table not to far from himself. This was no good, if the mess kept filling up he'd have to share his table soon. The most likely outcome of having to share the table would be.. unacceptable. Though it could be worse. Although the brutes were less than academic in nature, De Grotto had always had an admiration for them ever since he saw one man handle an immobilized basilisk tank into position and operate it by itself.
As another guardsman whom seemed to be the ogyrn's aid arrived, De Grotto took another bite of his meal returned to the paperwork. He would have to finish up soon to prevent the risk of someone staining the material with food. As he took a look at the next document in line, he paused his chewing. The document was a summited idea from a junior officer on the forming of a local force from displaced farmers and farm hands. As he skimmed through it, the idea in simple would be to have them clear a territory of agricultural land with guard forces and then far the said land while the imperial forces continued the advance. De Grotto's attention closed out all distractions as he read. The idea seemed well founded and achievable, at least to be brought up with others in the command chain.
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Post by theredauthar on Aug 28, 2022 19:24:35 GMT -5
The door swings wide and the intimidating silhouette of an Arbites Arbitrator fills the opening. Cassidy scans the room before stepping inside and removing his helmet. He hooks it to his belt and unloads his shotgun, “Settle down boyos, return to your drinks. I haven’t had to use this yet tonight, I wouldn’t want to start now.”
He runs a hand through his hair real quick to straighten it before sauntering up to the window and ordering an Old-Foiz. He turns to watch the canteen as he waits for his drink.
“If you are going to be loud, perhaps we can get some music playing up in here. I’d offer a song on the ivories but I am a mite out of practice. Though perfectly willing if that’s what you lot want.”
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Post by cyg on Aug 29, 2022 11:07:12 GMT -5
"um...my apologies again, and condolences to what happened to Cadia" Krast smile flickered slightly, barely noticeable. He didn't consider himself sentimental, but that was still a deep wound. He'd just gotten back from Naris to learn of the coming Black Crusade. His platoon had gotten orders, and Throne be damned did they do their best to hold. But, that wasn't a pleasant story, and he could feel his stomach twist slightly, and so shoved it away. "Ah, no need to apologize. We held, and we Cadians will keep holding to every bit of rock we're given, no matter what Abaddon throws us. But thank you," "you know what, i would be delighted to join you lieutenant, it's been too long since i've had the pleasure of sampling more traditional and varied cooking methods, truth be told my bretheren are a bit stuck in their ways when it comes to nutrition intake, makes it rather difficult for them to appreciate the importance of other cultural traditions in the Imperium, especially around food, which is quite an uncomfortable irony when one thinks about it-" "I believe it's a regular reunion and me without a guitar this time." Spoke the Terran as walked up Krast giving him a salute. "Didn't think I'd ever see either of you again... Then again, I suppose you two didn't suspect you'd see me back out on the front?" Luca spoke, turning to the Metasurgeon next. "I can safely say I'll be grateful if I get wounded to be back in your care, well more so than my last stay with in Medicae on Terra." He chuckled, he'd aged a bit he wasn't as nervous or timid anymore seeming to carry himself like a leader rather than just a follower. A note on the patch on his arm would also confirm a couple of promotions from the last time they saw him. "So... Probably a bit rude to phrase it this way but were old friends, how the hell are you both?" Krast was about to respond, promising Cheslock that the food here was top notch, especially compared to standard rations, when a familiar voice caught him. Turning, he was met by the figure of one of the few people to stand over him. A broader grin split his face before he could stop it. "Luca Astora, as I live and breath. Eye take me but I didn't think I'd see you again." Krast said, returning the salute seeing that Luca also had a few more stripes to his name now. How time changes us all. "Doing just fine. How are you Lucifer Black's holding up, still keeping your kits polished or have you decided to actually get some work in?"
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Post by rodbob on Aug 29, 2022 15:49:07 GMT -5
Corporal Badork - Mordian 87th Once again, Lucas found himself brought to attention by the Ogryn's booming voice. Looking at the large man seated on the floor next to an empty table, and seeing as he gestured to a plate apparently meant for him, Lucas broke into a trot, swinging his arms awkwardly at his sides with the gait of a lad who still had no idea what to do with his hands. Reaching the table, he quietly noticed the presence of several abandoned dishes, presumably left by whoever had sat here previously. Curious. He wondered what had them in such a hurry to leave their things behind.Lucas took a seat across from Badork, sitting upon an unfortunately short stool that left him at just over chest-height with the table. He looked at the plate—an arrangement of grains and chunks of meat, with a yellow soup-like mixture with various bits of vegetable. The individual ingredients were separated into their own segments, though appeared to have been sloughed about, and had become half-mixed across the plate."Thank you, s—Corporal Badork. Is the food good?" "Is good Ickle Ickle George, eat up so you get big and strong like BADORK!" The Ogryn replied as he started shoveling food into his mouth. Badork was not the daintiest of eaters by any stretch of the imagination, but by Ogryn standards he was positively refined, he was using a spoon for a start (well, it was an entrenching spade Badork had 'acquired' somewhere, but it did the job) He looked around the room as he ate, noticing some officer at a table on his own was staring at him. Badork grunted an acknowledgement at the man before continuing his study of the room and the people therein. An Arbites entered the room and the chatter died down almost immediately. They weren't the most popular of people to the Guard, too many nights in cells after rec leave, too many beatings and summary executions. Badork grumbled and muttered something under his breath.
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Post by Archer on Aug 31, 2022 21:07:47 GMT -5
Luca smiled as Cheslock asked him about the rest of the garrison, thinking back on the old front and his time there he sighed. "I don't know about that, I arrived with the Indomitus Crusade... Well me and some company." He laughed as he shook his head, memories flooding back of happier and more stressful times, he had to wonder how some of the others were doing... Especially the locals back there. "Well I dunno about all the others but I have heard rather beaked and bespectacled old man has been giving our defenses a one over... And driving even the Janissaries to drink." Luca added, having no yet had the courage to really find out if Degrotto was present on the base... The man my have been ancient but he could probably scare a Baneblade's machine spirit into submission.
"Who says we can't do both? After all we held the Imperial Palace against against Legions of things from the Eye. Even got a relief force in the form of a Primarch and his retinue." Luca gave a grin as he looked between the two eyes lighting up as if he was ready to tell a story then caught himself. "Wait, wait if we are all gonna catch up food and drinks... Be nice to eat here for a change, usually I'm grabbing food to bring back for the others and doing paper work." He spoke before clasping Krast a quick hug. "Honestly just glad to see a familiar face, and if you ever need some extra boots let me know this time it isn't just one Lucifer on base." He spoke a little proud that he was more than here by himself. "I'll catch you up on news from Terra, sure you both would love it right from someone who was actually there just... Try not to ask to much about the siege... Still have nightmares about hives outside the Palace."
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Post by blinddeadmcjones on Sept 14, 2022 8:36:46 GMT -5
Luca smiled as Cheslock asked him about the rest of the garrison, thinking back on the old front and his time there he sighed. "I don't know about that, I arrived with the Indomitus Crusade... Well me and some company." He laughed as he shook his head, memories flooding back of happier and more stressful times, he had to wonder how some of the others were doing... Especially the locals back there. "Well I dunno about all the others but I have heard rather beaked and bespectacled old man has been giving our defenses a one over... And driving even the Janissaries to drink." Luca added, having no yet had the courage to really find out if Degrotto was present on the base... The man my have been ancient but he could probably scare a Baneblade's machine spirit into submission. bespectacled old man? it couldn't possibly be, must be just teasi....wait why would he do that, he doesn't kno...does he? was i that conspicuous?
in the end she chose to focus back on the hear and now as opposed to continuing her current train of thought. "in any event, good to hear that you brought some of your brethren with you, Omnissiah knows we will have need of them in the days ahead" "Who says we can't do both? After all we held the Imperial Palace against against Legions of things from the Eye. Even got a relief force in the form of a Primarch and his retinue." Luca gave a grin as he looked between the two eyes lighting up as if he was ready to tell a story then caught himself. "Wait, wait if we are all gonna catch up food and drinks... Be nice to eat here for a change, usually I'm grabbing food to bring back for the others and doing paper work." "you're more than welcome to join us" she replied smoothly "we were just about to head in, speaking of which i think we might be holding up the floor traffic here"
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Post by cyg on Oct 6, 2022 17:34:40 GMT -5
"Who says we can't do both? After all we held the Imperial Palace against against Legions of things from the Eye. Even got a relief force in the form of a Primarch and his retinue." Luca gave a grin as he looked between the two eyes lighting up as if he was ready to tell a story then caught himself. "Wait, wait if we are all gonna catch up food and drinks... Be nice to eat here for a change, usually I'm grabbing food to bring back for the others and doing paper work." He spoke before clasping Krast a quick hug. "Honestly just glad to see a familiar face, and if you ever need some extra boots let me know this time it isn't just one Lucifer on base." He spoke a little proud that he was more than here by himself. "I'll catch you up on news from Terra, sure you both would love it right from someone who was actually there just... Try not to ask to much about the siege... Still have nightmares about hives outside the Palace." Krast smiled and embraced Luca quickly, more than a little testing to see if Lucifer Black still had his strength about him. “Throne, you sound like me. Seems officers really do have it rough these days.” Krast said to Luca as he mentioned the paperwork, and realized he was technically on a scheduled lunch break. Before he had found ways to draw out his time off, but being in charge meant someone, usually with a commissar as well, was looking for him to sign something or get an order for something obviously stupid. "you're more than welcome to join us" she replied smoothly "we were just about to head in, speaking of which i think we might be holding up the floor traffic here" Hearing Cheslocks comment, he nodded and stepped back, looking at the canteen. “Ah your right, Cheslock. We’ve been barking on at the door long enough. Come on, chows on me,” he said knowing that it was more or less free, except of course the good stuff. “Feel I can get us a nice bottle of amasec, some of its still left over by the old nobles.” He walked in, moving up to the food line and getting himself a serving of pretty much everything, before slipping a folded note to one of the cooks. The cook looked at it for a moment, nodding as he put it in his pocket before anyone noticed.
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Post by Archer on Oct 9, 2022 13:14:28 GMT -5
Luca still had his strength about him if anything he'd gotten stronger since his time out on the frontier, he broke off the embrace and nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, we should grab a meal, I'm probably needed back in the HQ soon. Can't play Regicide all day, not like the old days where I spent more time working a radio than anything else." He offered as he let go of Krast, even if he was an officer now he doubt it had changed him that much. "Anyone else from Cadia I know make it out here?" He aked, just curiously thinking it over.
The Terran nodded and followed the others, giving a small bow and nod to Cheslock. "Thank you, honestly I'm happy to just have someone to talk to about old times. Feels like so different to what is happening today."
Luca couldn't help but smile seeing Krast was still just himself getting a bottle of Amasec and finding ways to get what he wanted without anyone the wiser. He wished he could learn skills like that, but Terran didn't have room for that sort of thing Lucifers Blacks were elite of elite. It wasn't like being other guardsmen they were far more specialized and trained, he'd seen that when they fought on Terra how their ranks held and how others faltered. It still shook him especially his memories from the battle of the black and the white, how the rear guard action nearly failed from the Palatine Sentinels withering under fire, he wondered if they'd keep palace guard honor... They didn't deserve it in his mind, no soldiers shrinks their duty even if it is to die.
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Post by theredauthar on Oct 17, 2022 0:40:23 GMT -5
An Arbites entered the room and the chatter died down almost immediately. They weren't the most popular of people to the Guard, too many nights in cells after rec leave, too many beatings and summary executions. Badork grumbled and muttered something under his breath. Cassidy, being an Arbite for quite sometime is quite used to crowds being intimidated or upset at his presence. Disappointing of course but expected. He takes his drink and begins to slowly make his way through the crowd. Arbites aren’t technically ever off duty, so he keeps his eyes out for trouble or illicit dealings, though he isn’t actively hunting for them. Of course his eyes fall on the large Ogryn. They usually stand out in the crowd, much like himself. He smiles as he would a small child, at least one that could rip his arms off if he angered, “Hello, friend. I’m sure I have a Junior Arbitrator Sticker if you’d like one.” He then notices poor Lucas, “I have one for you, young man if you’d like one as well.”
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