Allrianne quickly checks over the door , "Shall we knock first, I'd hate to break in if they're waiting on the other side?"
Unless there are any objections, she'll tap on the door, see if there's an answer.
Emerik shrugged. "It wouldn't do for people to go looking in to things too closely. Let us knock first, before we enter out of concern for the blood." Of course, if most Hivers saw blood on a door, they'd break in to loot the place and steal any organs that were still intact...
Yelisaveta sighs quietly at the hastiness. "Fine. Give me a moment.", she says curtly, disappearing inside the room.
She walks out a second later, carrying a massive pump action shotgun, then loads one in the chamber with a noise, which sends fear into all criminals' hearts. She shoulders it casually on her bare shoulder, and smiles. She walks to the door, and taps twice, with a gentle, but loud taps.
Binerith slowly begins to head towards the group, but makes sure that he is at the back of the pack, in case danger strikes
Emerik's eyes widen at the sight of the weapon, and he gives it an appreciative nod. Such a thing was ideally suited to fighting in this place...so long as you could get a clean line of sight. He made a mental note not to get between the the woman and a potential target, Guard Flak Armour or not.
Sister Jasmine draws her bolt Pistol and keeps a look out of the rear.
Allrianne will give her power blade a quick test, if there is no answer at the door she will retrieve her security tool and see if she can get it open.
The door to Cisten's room opens, and he he stares, wide-eyed, at the heavy artillery being deployed.
Yelisaveta raises a curious eyebrow as she sees the man alive and well. "Huh." She chuckles at herself, raising the horrifying shotgun away from his face and on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Casten.", she says with a charming smile. "We saw blood in the corridor between your room and the two killers. And we thought something might've happened to you." Her red lips curl in a devilish smile. "And that'd be a shame."
She casually turns around. "Have something you'd like to share about the two? And would you be able to find out something about the blood? It's a dangerous place, here, and it'd pay to stick together." Her eyes glance over him with a benevolent gaze, as if she only wishes the best for the man.
"Please, my friends, lower your weapons, you might startle the poor man. Once again, sorry, Casten.", she continues, waving the weapons down. "We'd have to apologise for that, I insist. I think I can liberate a bottle from our lovely hosts, and we should have you over for an impromptu party." She does her best to sound like an air-headed spoilt noble in a confusing situation. "Well, then, I suggest we go and see what our other neighbours know about the blood.", she says, gesturing towards the stain.
Cisten blushes bright red, and wavers in the doorway neither shutting the door nor joining you in the hall-way.
Cisten : I felt something was....wrong.
Make a Difficult (-10) Perception test.
Yelisaveta raises her hand, indicating that people should stay quiet. Hearing the sobbing, she points towards the room. "Something's going on there. It's as if a child is sobbing.", she takes a step forward, shouldering the shotgun again. "I haven't seen any children in here, and if something made any of those two to sob...", she shudders, imagining untold horrors. She goes closer, trying to hear better. "Allrianne, darling, could you unlock the door? We'll cover you." She gestures for Emerik to join her, as she leans on the wall next to the door. "Get some cover, and we're going inside." She swears wordlessly, regretting the lack of opportunity to grab her armour.
Allrianne's forehead creases, then she smiles, "...and in we go.", she quickly reaches for her blade as the door begins to slide open.
Initiative
Sister Jasmine readies to enter, but the lack of organization and an entry plan worry her. She fears not for herself oddly, but only her companions, her faith sustaining her absolutely, ready for whatever lies ahead.
Still keeping an eye on their rear, she waits to enter last.
Allrianne steps to the side, in case anyone inside opens fire at the forced entry, and readies her blade.
Yelisaveta nods at Allrianne, smiling. She mutters a quick prayer (or a swear), then re-checks the safety on the massive shotgun.
Sebastian keeps his pistol pointed at this Cisten.
Emerik fingered the grips of his guns, ready in case things needed shooting.
Binerith gets ready to deliver the Machine Gods wrath
The door swings opens, revealing spartan quarters, pretty much identical to yours. There a strangely incongruous floral scent wafting out into the hallway.
The illumen strips in the ceiling flicker erratically.
Sebastian opens himself to the warp to detect any such influence.
Allrianne quietly counts to 10 to see if there is any reaction from the room, then attempts to slip into the room and find cover/hiding spot.
Yelisaveta's heels clack into the room. She smells the air, before letting out a surprised "Huh."
"What we're smelling is Ghostfire Extract. It's a lovely substance that makes you faster, more perceptive, and outright more dangerous." She smirks. "And makes you bleed from every single pore on your skin, from what I've heard."
Raising the shotgun, she walks in, moving from the right-hand side, slowly moving towards the inside. Her hands moves to her neck, intuitively looking for a massive shotgun shell on a golden string. It's still there. Something's wrong here...
"That would certainly explain the blood," Emerik murmured. If someone was busy bleeding from their skin, it could certainly be likely they left a mark. And if they were using this Ghostfire, they were preparing for combat with something...
De Guerre : There is a definite presence of the warp very near.
Alekseevna: There is a broad trail of blood leading towards the back.
"The warp's eye is upon us."
Yelisaveta shudders. Warp trickery is the last thing I want to face right now..., before nodding at Sebastian. "Keep a... mind open. And good work.", she says outloud. "Let's follow the trail. It's heading towards the back." She lowers a plucked eyebrow suspiciously. "Let's go. If something is bleeding, now is the time to get it."
Jasmine enters after everyone, still keeping an eye on their six.
Even with illumen strips at full power these rooms are dim and gloomy; but there seems to be an unnatural pall in this place.
Perception tests for the Ladies.
Move out with your hands up..SLOWLY! she yells, pointing her weapon at the door side being being flanked by someone. Come out now and you will not be harmed!...You have until the count of 3...1, 2, 3,... she says very slowly, aiming her bolt pistol and selecting her inferno shells with her fire selector.
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Binerith slowly detaches from the group and takes two steps back. I shall cover our back
The scent of ghost-pollen thickens, becoming cloyingly sickening.
Tactically, you realize you have few options, these rooms are are laid in a straight line; there's no way to flank whatever what may be waiting for you.
Emerik due his guns, and kept moving forwards. If someone was on some kind of combat stims they probably wouldn't be rational, but might well be fast.
Проклятье..., swears Yelisaveta to herself. She moves her hand, indicating she'll go first, and for the others to follow after. Raising her fingers in the air, she counts down from three, then pushes the door to the room, running towards the nearest piece of cover, jumping over it, her heels clacking madly.
"We told you to stand down, нахуйник!", she shouts from behind the cover. "Take 'em!"
Sebastian moves further into cover.
Sebastian moves further into cover.
Jasmine takes a shot with the inferno shell on the side where she heard something before.
BS 51 +10 red dot +10 half action aim +range bonus =>DOS vs
Allriane and Aleksevna have taken flanking positions on either side of the door. Jasmine pops an incendiary round into space just beyond.
Binerith and De Guerre are taking up covering positions in the hallway.
Albaras is moving in a cautious half-crouch through the outer door.
Konstantine is MIA.
The Arbitrator follows, his own weapon teady to deliver judgement on those who deem themselves above the law
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Vhymer, or what he has become, as the ashen mask of his face, and the gaping belly-wound from which his guts are spililng, mark him as some kind of undead revenant; lunges out of the kitchenette.
Undead he may be, but he still has some measure of his former bloody skill; as he blasts away at Jasmine at point blank range with a Hand-cannon.
Jasmine, Konstantine and Albaras can shoot back at 'Vhymer'; at point Blank Range; any miss => 3 DOF will hit either Aleksevna or Allriane, who are considered to be in Close Combat with the gun-slinging corpse-thing.
Binerith and De Guerre don't have a clean line of sight.
Emerik grunted, raising one gun and squeezing the trigger. He didn't dare use both in this situation, given the risks, but a single burst at such close range should do it...
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"Oh for frag's sake! Warn us when you're gonna be doin' that!"
Sebastian looks at the magos, "What the frag are they seeing up there?!"
Konstantine opens up with his shotgun, fireing 2 shots, point blank, into the walking corpse
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