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Post by samo on Dec 23, 2022 18:20:34 GMT -5
Hoyt moved with enough surgical precision to make an automata blanche.
Muscle-memory took control. Seven kilograms of gyrojet-dispensing malcontent was braced against a carapace-clad shoulder. The Kasrkin made the posture of preparing to kill an artform. One that would have made a Drill-Master weep with joy. Instinct finally released it's grasp upon him. Hoyt did as he always did; he began processing the best ways to eliminate a threat. Two, to be specific. One tall, one short. One male, one female. He processed them down to the minutia of their postures. Distinguished civilian from military. A threat from... less of one. The man was strong. Hard-bodied and bellicose. The woman was an atrophied, pallid mess.
The silhouette of his bolter's sights shifted, hovering over the broad form of the man. Hoyt hadn't discounted the woman beside him. Even if her hands were raised, he'd seen what combatants dressed as civilians could do to a trooper who let their guard down. His finger rest against the metal of his bolter's trigger guard, with a familiar ache only anticipation could bring. Near-motionless in his combat-stance, the only indication that the Kasrkin wasn't a statue wrought from armaplas and ceramite was the faintest movement of his arms as his bolter tracked his mark as they drew closer to the halted convoy.
Hoyt whistled at the man. The sound of it was distorted by his respirator, the sound like struck steel. "You'd best copy her." There was nothing but vitriol in his voice. Either the man was a traitor, or scarcely better, a civilian. "Hands on your head or I'll remove it from the equation entirely." His finger went from the loop surrounding it to the trigger itself. "Go on. Make my day, local."
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Post by blinddeadmcjones on Dec 26, 2022 0:00:07 GMT -5
the anticipation was starting to get to Hawke
while the two respective leaders went back and forth the guardsmen stood still yet alert, keeping on a lookout, tapping her foot impatiently while her index finger traced the trigger guard of her relaxed weapon.
all of her senses were screaming at her that is was a powder keg dude to explode any second now and part of her just wanted to happen already so she could actually do something besides stand still and wait. the other part of her however just wanted to walk away from this alive, and no shooting made that more likely to happen than combat erupting. and with that in mind she wished the ogryn would stop yelling.
"hey sgt, bum a lho?" she tentatively asked, keeping alert to anything moving just in case the negotiations were a feint
[blinddeadmcjones Request: [4d3 f1 t3] Roll: [+, +, +, -] Result: 2][third times the charm for careful roll to spot anything]
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Post by Warsmith Wolf on Dec 26, 2022 0:53:12 GMT -5
Four minutes the Guard convoy waited, Bellicosa finishing the paltry excuse for a barricade. Finally, after two hundred forty long, tense seconds, reports filtered in over the vox that two figures were making their way down the hillside. Eighty more seconds saw them escorted to the edge of the road before the pickets raised gloved hands and instructed them to come no closer. They had no visible weapons, but that didn't preclude a bomb or clandestine attack against the convoy or the Lieutenant. Onwards grinds 513, dutifully accomplishing the task she has been put to by her crew, hitherto blissfully unaware of events brewing outside of their tank - the infantry haven't called in to say anything's wrong, so why would anything be wrong? Thus when the mighty armoured death cube at last slews to a halt with a contented petro-chem chuff from its exhaust stacks, Sergeant MacVrenner levers his head out of the cupola expecting no worries whatsoever. "All cleared, Lieutenant!", he bellows over his shoulder. "Ready to advance in-"'ang on. Why's there karkin' civvies in the road? Bloody deaf, are they, not hearing an entire armoured convoy roll through? "OI! Clear the karkin' road, we're moving through 'ere!" The tanker waves his arms for emphasis. |
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Post by cyg on Dec 26, 2022 16:28:25 GMT -5
Krast watched as things moved at a grind, feeling the tension building among his men, and himself if he was honest. This was a fraking gamble and a half and it was on his head if things when belly up, the joys of being a CO he thought bleakly. He waited, taking out a stick of Lho without really noticing before he tried to put it in his mouth only to remember his helmet, and watched.
He looked over to Hawke, and passed the Lho to her. "Pay me back later." He said, then turned back to the forest as things continued to crawl forward.
Eyes trained for this sort of thing spotted the two targets moving in before the reports got to him. Both seemed the type he figured was out there, civvie militia doing their best to defend something they thought worth it, but not equipped to deal with anything bigger than themselves. The girl was a bit of a surprise, she looked young to be out here, but it was a small surprise given everything he'd seen.
++Weapons down everyone, we're not spooking them.++ He said over the Vox, enclosed in his helmet so no one could see him speaking.
Krast turned fractionally and ground his teeth. He made a quick hand signal to Hoyt that any Kasrkin would recognize as "stow it", before looking at the girl and man. His visor turned slowly between the two as the girl spoke, then settled on her as she finished. He paused for a moment, letting her stare back before he spoke.
"First, your names, ranks, and why you got sent to us. I want to know who I'm talking with before I go giving you a tour."
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Post by theredauthar on Dec 26, 2022 23:18:54 GMT -5
Weapons down? Not the most advisable move, but hey, if they’re willing to negotiate…
Cassim pats El Dorado almost soothingly, “Easy, friend. If they’re friendly we don’t have to worry about them, right?”
He’s unsure who he’s reassuring, himself of the Sentinel. Still being down on your luck and desperate can make you do sometimes very stupid or risky things. He can’t hold it against the civilians for being scared and perhaps overly careful.
Of course that doesn’t make them instantly forgivable or instantly their allies. But that’s above his pay grade for now.
Shifting Gears, Cassim stomps El Dorado away from the trees, but keeps his eyes open for any shady or underhanded tactics from the other party.
[Cassim Careful Roll: [4d3 f1 t3+1] Roll: [+, +, , -] Result: 2]
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Post by Zink on Dec 27, 2022 3:21:01 GMT -5
Caerrick had been observing the situation unfold with a surprising degree of laxity - an amount that she would no doubt chastise herself for later, given the situation - and only now saw the storm brewing for what it was. To Hoyt's credit, the Sergeant did not disagree with his words, or his assertion - two civilians, one evidently ex-military and far stockier than the other, being allowed to approach this close in the middle of this stalemate? She could recall at least eight pages from the Tactica Imperialis on the subject matter of insurgents, their interactions with Imperial Command Structure, and Improvised Explosive Devices, and how all three of these related together in one very lethal cocktail. Enough so that when Hoyt raised his bolter to aim at the pair, and shouted out his orders for them to present themselves accordingly, she had leveled her Lasgun at the hip - unpowered, although a half-switch away - a measured degree and compromise of aggression on her part. It was only the order from Krast that stopped her from fully readying herself like her subordinate, and it took a conscious amount of restraint to lower the lasgun back down to a ready position.
Except, the metallic click of a thumb pressing against a switch, and the idle hum of a power-pack charging pierced the silence. A poignant message to the two, despite her superior's seeming willingness to play-ball.
Act out of line, and I'm ready.
It took her a moment for her peripheral vision to process the hand-gesture, but it was clear enough that it almost made Caerrick grit her teeth in turn. Hoyt was... stubborn, in her experience, and in a moment like this his response needed to be swift, in order to aggravate things as reasonably little as possible. She didn't even wait for him to respond to Krast's signal - part of her figured he wouldn't - as she clenched her jaw; The vox-channel between Epsilon crackling to life as she spoke, carefully and tersely - not out of any emotion directed at him, but at more the edginess one gets before a fight, the anticipation.
+"Epsilon 3. Stand down, but maintain ready position. Command has factored risk, overwatch until the situation develops."+
It was short, curt, almost mechanical - the right amount of words to convey her order, as well as the carefully measured compromise between Hoyt's trusted instincts and this... less than ideal situation they were slowly being entrapped in. To ask anything more would likely invoke a completely unwanted response, and any less would keep them right in the situation they were stuck in. She just hoped, internally at least, that if things went to karking hell that Krast knew to hit the dirt - their position was untenable, and standing out in the relative open like this begging to be shot was starting to get on her nerves.
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Post by Fate's End on Dec 30, 2022 2:22:16 GMT -5
Hoyt whistled at the man. The sound of it was distorted by his respirator, the sound like struck steel. "You'd best copy her." There was nothing but vitriol in his voice. Either the man was a traitor, or scarcely better, a civilian. "Hands on your head or I'll remove it from the equation entirely." His finger went from the loop surrounding it to the trigger itself. "Go on. Make my day, local." "OI! Clear the karkin' road, we're moving through 'ere!" The tanker waves his arms for emphasis. "First, your names, ranks, and why you got sent to us. I want to know who I'm talking with before I go giving you a tour." If the man was swayed by the threat from Hoyt, he didn't show it. Opting instead to set his jaw and attempt a surprisingly venomous stare at the Kasrkin. He didn't raise his hands to the his head, but he did raise them just enough to be considered "away" from his body and let them stay there. For her part, the woman uttered a high pitch wheeze of terror, her eyes growing large. The shouting from Bellicosa did not, in fact, help matters. She looked around frantically, to the Sentries watching her carefully, to the ominous Kasrkin, to the Tank, and to the Tank again. Finally though she found her voice, uttering nervously. "I--I'm Maddie Trixlebottom. I--I'm a nur-Nurse. Or--Medicae, I don't know what term the Astra Mili-what'sit uses." Her hands still up, she tried her best to indicate the man. "This is Pavel Grimtun. He's---head of camp security." the anticipation was starting to get to Hawke while the two respective leaders went back and forth the guardsmen stood still yet alert, keeping on a lookout, tapping her foot impatiently while her index finger traced the trigger guard of her relaxed weapon. all of her senses were screaming at her that is was a powder keg dude to explode any second now and part of her just wanted to happen already so she could actually do something besides stand still and wait. the other part of her however just wanted to walk away from this alive, and no shooting made that more likely to happen than combat erupting. and with that in mind she wished the ogryn would stop yelling. "hey sgt, bum a lho?" she tentatively asked, keeping alert to anything moving just in case the negotiations were a feint [blinddeadmcjones Request: [4d3 f1 t3] Roll: [+, +, +, -] Result: 2][third times the charm for careful roll to spot anything] Standing a little to the side, Hawke is positioned almost perfectly to catch sight of figures on the hillside. They are not approaching, and are roughly where the original sightings placed them, but now more clearly seen. Easily twenty strong, armed with rifles and in good cover. Even at this distance, they are obviously nervous, uncomfortable with the situation and giving up at least some of the element of surprise. Weapons down? Not the most advisable move, but hey, if they’re willing to negotiate…Cassim pats El Dorado almost soothingly, “Easy, friend. If they’re friendly we don’t have to worry about them, right?” He’s unsure who he’s reassuring, himself of the Sentinel. Still being down on your luck and desperate can make you do sometimes very stupid or risky things. He can’t hold it against the civilians for being scared and perhaps overly careful. Of course that doesn’t make them instantly forgivable or instantly their allies. But that’s above his pay grade for now. Shifting Gears, Cassim stomps El Dorado away from the trees, but keeps his eyes open for any shady or underhanded tactics from the other party. [Cassim Careful Roll: [4d3 f1 t3+1] Roll: [+, +, , -] Result: 2] height allows it a similar vantage point on the situation as Hawke, although the focus on underhanded tactics perhaps points more towards the man and nervous woman standing at the edge of the road. Fortunately, it seems relatively certain that for the moment, the civilians are indeed earnest in their intent to talk. The hillside remains quiet, and while Pavel seems to despise the situation, he makes no threatening moves. |
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Post by samo on Dec 30, 2022 14:56:13 GMT -5
Anticipation was a familiar prelude to adrenaline. It wasn't an adrenal ache that bore it's venom deep into his bones. Not anymore. It was a sweet anodyne so someone who had grown dependant upon it.He made a quick hand signal to Hoyt that any Kasrkin would recognize as "stow it", before looking at the girl and man. +"Epsilon 3. Stand down, but maintain ready position. Command has factored risk, overwatch until the situation develops."+
Or, as close as Hoyt could understand it. Caerrick's familiar voice of authority was placation and assurance in one barked order. Hoyt's broad shoulders sagged as he exhaled a breath he hadn't realised he'd been keeping in his lungs. They burned as they compressed the dioxide out of his mouth. He could have been standing there for minutes or for hours, with how much time had slowed. Without hesitation, he lowered his bolter. The hand that had been holding his bolter's foregrip in a white-knuckle deathgrip gave the hand gesture of 'Confirmed' to Krast. The other went from the handle to the hellpistol holstered onto his chestplate. With a flick he unclasped the strap and rest his hand upon the sidearm, with his gaze never once leaving the man who had now been named as Pavel.
Hoyt could move like a human. He could talk and breathe like one and yet something was wrong with him. With his very fundamental being. Something missing. An emptiness. A distinct lacking that dehumanised him. Awakening a primeval sensation of being watched from beyond an unlit treeline in men and women. A coldness that wormed its way beneath the skin and made it crawl with an admixture of revulsion and curiosity. A blankness which, given Maddie's current state, was not helping.
"There's a smart man." Hoyt hissed as Pavel raised his hands. Still staring. "You learn to follow orders all your lonesome, or did you take that skill with you from somewhere, local?" Hoyt practically spat the question.
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Post by cyg on Jan 6, 2023 16:35:10 GMT -5
Krast looked to the two in front of him as they explained who they were. A nurse and head of security. His mind flicked over the reasons why Maddie would be talking, given how much she was stammering. Though Hoyt’s actions weren’t helping, even with Caerrick keeping a leash on him. He’d have to thank her for that later, hard to get good NCOs who know what they are doing.
He realized he’d been staring at Maddie and Pavel during this all, his helmet glaring at them. He reached up and unclasped the visor and rebreather, letting his face show through to the two renegades.
“Maddie, was it? Nurse is fine, you’re only a Medicae if someone gives you a fancy title. But I’m wondering why did you two get sent to us, and not someone else? You especially.” He said, pointing at Pavel at the end. He wanted to hear both sides speak, keep them on their toes. He’d did his best to sound friendly, giving Maddie a reassuring smile.
Looking up at the ridge, he frowned. Lots of contacts up there, and piss poor training if they gave up hiding positions just to get a better look. This would be much easier if he could just smoke them out, probably be back to the hive in time for a nice drink in the officers lounge if that was the case. But orders were orders. Hearts and minds, he told himself, hearts and minds.
((Attempting a Flashy Roll to calm down the social scene. Result of 2))
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Post by blinddeadmcjones on Jan 7, 2023 8:05:23 GMT -5
He looked over to Hawke, and passed the Lho to her. "Pay me back later." He said, then turned back to the forest as things continued to crawl forward. Eyes trained for this sort of thing spotted the two targets moving in before the reports got to him. Both seemed the type he figured was out there, civvie militia doing their best to defend something they thought worth it, but not equipped to deal with anything bigger than themselves. The girl was a bit of a surprise, she looked young to be out here, but it was a small surprise given everything he'd seen. ++Weapons down everyone, we're not spooking them.++ He said over the Vox, enclosed in his helmet so no one could see him speaking. Standing a little to the side, Hawke is positioned almost perfectly to catch sight of figures on the hillside. They are not approaching, and are roughly where the original sightings placed them, but now more clearly seen. Easily twenty strong, armed with rifles and in good cover. Even at this distance, they are obviously nervous, uncomfortable with the situation and giving up at least some of the element of surprise. inwardly surprised at the offer from Krast given she has asked her Sargeant, Hawke gave a short nod as she took the offered lho, in the process getting a decent proper look at the enemy forces present on the hill, quietly she reached for her lighter and brought it up to her face, slyly keying her vox micro-bead with her thumb while her hands and what was in them covered her face as she lit up ++delta 6, got eyes on their position, at least 20 contacts dug in, packing either stub rifles or slugthrowers++ report made, she put the lighter away and took a long drag from the lho, the action seemingly relaxing the soldier, truth be told she still wasn't optimistic about this ending well but at least now she was in a less agitated frame of mind |
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Post by theredauthar on Jan 9, 2023 0:49:56 GMT -5
With no immediate threats from the locals in the woods, Cassim marches El Dorado over to where Krast is entertaining their guests.
Hearts and minds right? Well if there’s anyone who can win the hearts of the locals…
[Trigger: Trouble - Hey y’all, watch this!]
…It’s Cassim Sonnam.
[TheRedAuthar Request: [4d3 f1 t3+3] Roll: [ , , , -] Result: 2][Attempting to assist Krast]
Cassim Pulls himself from the Cockpit and hops down with the grace of a gymnast…and the skill of a man who is not a gymnast but at least not a complete incompetent, before introducing himself. He does his best to appear as non-threatening as he can.
“Perhaps I can be of assistance, El-Tee,” He says with a kind, if not a bit smug smile, before turning to their so-called guests, “Sergeant Cassim Sonnam, Tallarn 165th Armored.”
He reaches out to shake one of Pavel’s raised hands in greeting.
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Post by Zink on Jan 10, 2023 2:28:37 GMT -5
With Hoyt's guard mostly lowered, Caerrick had all of a minute to gain a reprieve and collect her thoughts on the developing situation. Words floated through the air, exchanged between the two 'civilians' and Krast, the names Pavel and Maddie were most of what stuck through it - that and their professions, which immediately filtered into her analysis of the two. Maddie was the ascribed civilian, uncertified medicae personnel - memories flushed through Caerricks' mind of the few stich-docs and civilian 'practitioners' of medicine she'd met over her lifetime - forcing her to look over the woman once more to make sure the figure lined up with past examples. Soft and rather meek under pressure, she filed her away mentally under minor threats - noting to not let her get any closer to her person; Unofficial or no, most docs knew where vital organs were, and a good knife can do a lot of damage if you know where to put it.
That left Pavel, the much easier of the two to profile, and the subject of Hoyt's... overzealous concern. Strong, bulky, clearly ex-military - perhaps local enforcer stock - he was easily the greater threat physically, perhaps mentally if he had a sound mind about him, and she knew to keep her lasgun ready to swivel on him at a moment's notice. The Lance Corporal's pressing would also give her some answers towards his personality - the reactions used to create a profile to better predict his actions in the face of a threat; A grim reality given the state of the patrol and the tensions that were already rising. A small, not so guilty part of her admitted she'd enjoy the simplicity of a firefight over the tension of imminent betrayal, a much more predictable and quantifiable state of affairs overall. But orders were orders, and she'd make do, even if she-
Movement on her periphery stopped her train of thought, and as she turned her gaze to see the sentinel pilot - Sergeant Sonnam, she remembered yet again - walking into the middle of what was effectively a hostile standoff. She felt the gears in her brain turning, trying to process the impetus of this action as he just casually strolled into the midst of it, and shot out his hand for the primary threat of the two, Pavel, to grab. In almost a knee-jerk reaction, she'd opened a vox to Hoyt, almost hissing through her teeth his next order.
+"Fire on my order only. Situation has evolved."+
She just hoped Pavel didn't do anything stupid, or reacted to Sonnam poorly, otherwise this could get bad fast.
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Post by Fate's End on Jan 11, 2023 0:22:09 GMT -5
"There's a smart man." Hoyt hissed as Pavel raised his hands. Still staring. "You learn to follow orders all your lonesome, or did you take that skill with you from somewhere, local?" Hoyt practically spat the question. Pavel actually smiled when Hoyt hissed, clearly pleased he'd elicited such a reaction. "Ask your mother where I got my skills from." He snapped off with an almost audible smile. A moment later, Maddie carefully and very visibly lifted a boot and stomped hard on Pavel's foot. "Pavel---" she murmured, "Shut the hell up please before they fill us full of holes." For the gruff security man's part, Pavel took the foot stomping with remarkable tenacity, only wincing slightly. “Maddie, was it? Nurse is fine, you’re only a Medicae if someone gives you a fancy title. But I’m wondering why did you two get sent to us, and not someone else? You especially.” He said, pointing at Pavel at the end. He wanted to hear both sides speak, keep them on their toes. He’d did his best to sound friendly, giving Maddie a reassuring smile. Looking up at the ridge, he frowned. Lots of contacts up there, and piss poor training if they gave up hiding positions just to get a better look. This would be much easier if he could just smoke them out, probably be back to the hive in time for a nice drink in the officers lounge if that was the case. But orders were orders. Hearts and minds, he told himself, hearts and minds. Maddie breathed out and gave Krast a relieved smile, now that his face was visible. She breathed out slowly, settling her frustration towards Pavel and trying to reorganize her thoughts. "I'm---uh, sort of higher on the chain of responsibility. Not in charge of everyone, but temporarily above Pavel." Her partner snorted gently, but nodded along with Maddie's words, his taunting of Hoyt forgotten for a moment. He dragged his gaze towards Krast, a look of suspicion flitting over his face before he settled his own emotions and nodded. "Believe it or not, Imperium. Some fancy lady thought that I was a bit too "harsh" on newcomers, so they sent Maddie to ride herd on me and make sure I only shoot deserving folks." He shrugged expansively, "Maddie felt the burning desire for me not to kill you. And she felt strongly that she should talk with you. I'm here in case you pull some idiocy and try something stupid like---shooting her." Cassim Pulls himself from the Cockpit and hops down with the grace of a gymnast…and the skill of a man who is not a gymnast but at least not a complete incompetent, before introducing himself. He does his best to appear as non-threatening as he can. “Perhaps I can be of assistance, El-Tee,” He says with a kind, if not a bit smug smile, before turning to their so-called guests, “Sergeant Cassim Sonnam, Tallarn 165th Armored.” He reaches out to shake one of Pavel’s raised hands in greeting. Anything more was interrupted by the sudden approach of the Sentinel, and then Cassim's ---dismount. Maddie seems almost awed by the arrival of the Sentinel and the . . . rather handsome pilot. Brushing at a strand of her hair nervously. Pavel gazes with something like bemusement at the soldier who put himself into the middle of a tense situation. And then, smirking once more in Hoyt's direction. "Pavel Grimtun. Former Paxian 73rd Heavy Infantry. Nice ride, Sergeant." He nodded towards Maddie, "This here is my boss for the moment. Maddie Trixlebottom." He paused for a brief second, his smirk growing into a broad and surprisingly friendly smile, "You are aware, Cassim, that you just put yourself between me and that upjumped Monkey's bolter, right? Is that by design?" Maddie gazed over at Hoyt, then to the other Kasrkin and guardsmen, her eyes flitting over Caerrick and Hawke, dancing to Bellicosa once more. She took another shaking breath and focused on Krast. "Lieutenant Kragg," She implored, choosing her words carefully. "We've got a lot of reason not to trust any of the Astra Milit--Mili--Militarum." She stumbled over the word. "But if you've got supplies that you're willing to trade, I'm willing to pull my rank on Pavel and get you to our camp and the boss. A ---little bit of a goodwill gesture on your part would help, though. Could your men at least keep the guns from pointing at Pavel and I?" ((Rolls have succeeded in keeping the situation calm on the Smuggler's part.)) |
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Post by theredauthar on Jan 21, 2023 19:45:23 GMT -5
"Pavel Grimtun. Former Paxian 73rd Heavy Infantry. Nice ride, Sergeant." He nodded towards Maddie, "This here is my boss for the moment. Maddie Trixlebottom." He paused for a brief second, his smirk growing into a broad and surprisingly friendly smile, "You are aware, Cassim, that you just put yourself between me and that upjumped Monkey's bolter, right? Is that by design?" [TheRedAuthar Request: [4df+3] Roll: [+, , -, -] Result: 2] [Flashy roll to bluff] Cassim gives a smile, “Absolutely. We’re all comrades here are we not? I would hate for anyone to get gunned down by careless gunplay.” He looks over his shoulder and only notices Hoyt for the first time since hopping out of El Dorado. But if he can keep Hoyt from firing... Maddie gazed over at Hoyt, then to the other Kasrkin and guardsmen, her eyes flitting over Caerrick and Hawke, dancing to Bellicosa once more. She took another shaking breath and focused on Krast. "Lieutenant Kragg," She implored, choosing her words carefully. "We've got a lot of reason not to trust any of the Astra Milit--Mili--Militarum." She stumbled over the word. "But if you've got supplies that you're willing to trade, I'm willing to pull my rank on Pavel and get you to our camp and the boss. A ---little bit of a goodwill gesture on your part would help, though. Could your men at least keep the guns from pointing at Pavel and I?" Negotiations at gunpoint is the guard’s specialty. It’s effective at convincing someone to do what you want. In fact, since most commissars function on immediate and accurate results, they encourage troopers to use force whenever possible for easier results. That said, Cassim is not a fan of having guns pointed at him, and he tends to not trust anyone who would threaten to shoot him, excluding commissars. He can understand where this Nurse might be coming from. If they are to win the hearts and minds it would be easier to agree with the locals. Of course it could also be easier to just conscript all the locals here and call it a day, but that probably wouldn’t win anyone’s favor. He’ll defer to the officers’ opinion on that. Still he stands between Hoyt and Pavel to encourage friendship, but glancing to Kragg for confirmation on if this is okay. |
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Post by cyg on Jan 23, 2023 11:51:15 GMT -5
Krast listened closely as the two explained the situation. He couldn’t help but grin a little to himself as the nurse told the ex-soldier to behave. It was a bit odd that someone would place a nurse above a veteran soldier, especially if they were suppose to be guarding something. He gave Pavel a sharp grin, and a sharper look at the mention of doing something stupid.
“You mean like smart mouthing a senior officer when he has a Kasrkin aiming a heavy weapon at your chest? Seems you think the Guard lost some teeth since your time,” he said, emphasizing the word Guard. He was starting to get a bit annoyed by the old man’s attitude.
He stopped and thought about what Pavel had said. Boss was a woman, and more interested in keeping customers coming in as to have someone rein in security.
Clunk-Clunk
Interesting. He’d been around the block enough to know when a trade market was doing well.
Clunk Clunk Clunk
No one ever really suspected the Cadian, let alone a Kasrkin, to know anything about a black market. Honor and duty and all that had a lot of reputation to lend him.
Clunk Clunk Clunk Clunk
He realized that his thoughts were being interrupted by a loudly, and quickly approaching walker, one he recognized.
“What in the Bloody Throne is Cassim doing?” He muttered to Caerrick as the Sentinel walked up, stopped, and it’s pilot was ejected. For a second Krast thought some saviorbelt failure left the pilot flying to the ground, only for Cassim to stick the landing, in front of him, right between Pavel and Hoyt. He stared, mouth slacked for a moment, before he hardened his look and frowned at Cassim.
“Sargeant Cassim, I hope for your sake you have a good reason to be riding in here and throwing yourself in front of a superior?” He snapped, purples eyes focused on the pilot. He continued on before he got a response.
“Sargeant, return to your vehicle and wait for my order. I appreciate your willingness to protect these civilians but they’re in no danger. Hoyt, weapons down.” He emphasized the last part as well, looking over to the transports. He took a breath, honestly wondering what the hell was happening today. They needed to find this market before Bellicosa decided to try and jump the caravan with her pilot blind folded. He pressed his microbead and voxed one of his squads.
++Lesk, bring one of the cargo containers here,++
++Aye, Lt++
Shortly after, two white shields marched over, a large cargo crate held between them, a chirurgeon seal on both sides. They sat it down next to Krast, who motioned for Mollie to inspect it.
“Standard grade medications, mostly antibiotics and such, nothing special but I’m sure the people you can get it to would appreciate it. Always figure it’s good practice to show your honesty upfront. We are here to help, but we’re also here to investigate some rumors. If you let us through, I promise my men won't interfere with your little business, unless we find anything aiding the enemy of the Imperium. I'd also like to discuss this with your boss if thats possible, just to smooth things out."
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