Jermaie does his best to keep a straight face. "Worried? Me? Never, lord."
"Lord? I'm just a private like yourself" he says gesturing to his insignia
By now, the herds of wild Grox must be migrating south back home...
Wikivaya recognises the officers insignia as that of a General, and realises that chances are there aren't two generals in this base. Chances are this is your target.
The dominate stormtrooper with the hotshot lasgun continues to make conversation, while the other remains stony silent.
"It's a mess back here! Your transport isn't spounding too good either. You guys must have gone through hell!"
The general finishes speaking with the Sargent, he awaits the salute before turning away and going back inside. The Sargent returns to Eirik in the security room.
"They died fighting for their freedom from an oppressive, uncaring Imperium. Much better than living as slaves to a distant tyrant" the NCO replies to Eirik.
He takes the paperwork and begins to read over it.
"Very good." the Sargent nods as he reads.
"Get the supplies into stores, the building at the back of the complex. Park around the other side of it and I'll have Old man Stern open up and take everything in"
Outside the stormtrooper is a bit perplexed by the lack of response
"Very well keep your secrets then!" He takes a couple of steps away from the back of the vehicle and lights an ilo
When you drive to the vehicle the supplies building the dominate stormtroopers follow lazily. You loose sight of them when you turn behind the building and they don't re-appear. After a few minutes a haggard old soldier opens the shutters of the depo.
"A'right pass it all into me, 'n try to keep like thing together yea slobs!" he says without a word of introduction.
"You!" he points at Jermaie pushing out a dataslate with his spare hand "keep count of everything for me"
"Er, roight, erm, sir." Jermaie takes the proferred dataslate and tries his darndest to work out just what to do with it, turning it this way and that and squinting at the difficult to make out text.
Huh...we're still in this, the emperor smiles on us.
Cormaeg tries to put on a "dumb but strong" look as he gives the old soldier a salute.
"Just leave all the heavy liftin' to me, that's why they keep me around."
Cormaeg then chuckles genially, wishing he was just a touch bigger to help keep the act up.
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Helps carry things in and tries to get a look at the contents of the building with out getting caught. Could you by chance issue us new uniforms while we are here as you can see ours got rather tore up. It looks terrible for our discipline for us to walk around like this. Like we dont care about how we look...
Wikvaya waits for an opportune time to inform the others that the man earlier was the general, their target.
"Er, roight, erm, sir." Jermaie takes the proferred dataslate and tries his darndest to work out just what to do with it, turning it this way and that and squinting at the difficult to make out text.
The supplies officer snaps the dataslate from Jermaie
"Dam farm boys!" he growls
"Just put the supplies where I tell you, and leave your rifle here. It's not allowed inside without the General's permission."
Wikvaya waits for an opportune time to inform the others that the man earlier was the general, their target.
Helps carry things in and tries to get a look at the contents of the building with out getting caught. Could you by chance issue us new uniforms while we are here as you can see ours got rather tore up. It looks terrible for our discipline for us to walk around like this. Like we dont care about how we look...
With Corpral Stern now standing at the enterance no-one is able to get a look in except Jermaie.
"We can deal with new uniforms in the morning after you are all rested, fed and washed" the man replies.
Leaving the rifle behind...even for a little bit, hope it's not a trap...
Despite being somewhat anxious and perhaps a little (justifiably) paranoid, Cormaeg goes along with the requirements as to not give the game away.
Cort hangs tight with Harmon waiting for someone to open the false floor for him
Jermaie does as he is told with a shrug and heads inside the building.
While he works, Jermaie tries to take in the storage space, paying particular attention to anywhere that looks like an armory. Jermaie looks out for any materials that might be considered dangerous or hazardous or any kind of locked security doors that would indicate something important behind them.
The ration bars etc are unboxed, Jermaie has to take armfulls he is instructed, by stern, to go to the second room on the left. There are 3 other doors before you get there. One on the left and two on the right.
Jermaie continues along with his task, though he curses himself for not being able to read the bastards' rotten language.
Everyone passes the equipment into Jarmaie who puts it in the correct store room which is sparsely stocked with other food stuffs and consumables. The meager supplies you brought do little to fill it. It doesn't take long to empty the APC.
Wikvaya continues to wait.
Nope
Uh oh...
Cormaeg moves over to Wikvaya and whispers softly.
"Don't look now, but I think they are surrounding the supply depot...they MAY be on to us...either way, people are coming here, so...be ready, just in case."
He then moves over to alert the others, one by one.
The same 6 stormtroopers come hammering around the corners, 3 on each side. Their weapons are up and pointing directly at Cormeg, Wikvaya and Eirik. Eirik has the honor of having the melta-gun pointing at him.
"Weapons down! Hand's up" the one with the still lit ilo stick shouts
Jermaie spots all this and sees Stern pull his laspistol but has enough time to duck back behind the corner before he is seen.
Jermaie ducks out of the way, scared enough to even prevent himself from cursing out loud. "S%&~. Oh, this is bad, pretty bloody bad." His face contorts in alarm when he realizes he was forced to leave his weapons outside.
His mind racing, Jermaie looks about the room he's in, checking for any other doorways and looking for anything sharp he can wield as an impromptu weapon.
Wikvaya acts innocent and follows instructions, raising his hands. "What seems to be the problem?"
"The General will tell you what the problem is. You're going to the cave"
Oh damn! The emperor has a strange sense of humour indeed...
"One of them is still in here" Stern gestures into the storehouse. A storm trooper joins him at the doorway and shouts in.
"Come out with your hands high. Come out so we don't have to start shooting your friends!
Cormaeg flinches, very unsure of what to do, part of him really wants to just begin to shot now, if nothing else, the tension would ease with the issue being forced.
However, that would be sure to end in death, and playing along with whatever plane he DESPERATLY hoped Eirik had might also mean death, but it did not mean this very second death, and was therefor the wise choice.
Reluctantly, he ends up dropping his weapon.
Jermaie, still frantically searching around for a means of escape, hears the man's shouts. "Oh, piss." he says under his breath.
"Alright, alright, I'm comin' out. I'm not armed, so it'd be nice if ya' didn't shoot me." Jermaie walks out, his hands clear in the air.
As he walks by the storm trooper near the door, he says to the man. "Not pointin' the guns at us, right?"