Sizzle lets his laucher go slack on its strap and snatches up his lasgun again. Snapping it to his shoulder, he lays down his own automatic fire between his bro and his Sarge into the cones of promethium blasting over the traitors.
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Sizzle ducks behind cover when the guns turn on him and reloads as quickly as he can.
Sizzle knows his little lasgun is going to do exactly jack against these guys, so he swaps for his Launcher. He looks up at his brother and signals that he's falling back to the second row of big machines to get set up.
Sizzle isn't sure how he ended up in front, but the he is. As the Father and the Commissar take the lead Sizzle falls back next to his brother without taking the Xenos out of his sights. The last place I need to be is outside of cover.
Sizzle keeps his eyes peeled. This was textbook ambush territory. He knew. He'd ambushed more than a few orks back in the hive. At least three was a shrine here. Hopefully it wasn't desecrated.
Sizzle finishes his examination quickly, including rolling the xenos over to get a better look at something on the shoulder. Sir, this these picture-word things on the shoulder armor here are drawn in blood that's not quite fresh, but not dry yet. Its boots are also wet! It probably came from someplace with lots of water.
Sizzle, his attention firmly on his target, checks the body for anything that has survived that the Techpriest might want a look at. He's also looking for any intel that might have survived on the body like where the filthy xenos are based.
Sizzle doesn't look at the blast, but he knows what has happened as soon as he senses a body flying past. He's on the stunned xenos in a second, full auto shots raining into the shattered xeno's back.
I should have modified my grenades beforehand. Just in case that's allowed,
Knowing he's not going to do much with his lasgun and seeing the right corridor the filthy xenos are fleeing toward, Sizzle pops one of his kraks and cooks it good before tossing it.
Ya, it's still on the last boss fight.
Sizzle's Lasgun snaps up and he immediately opens fire.
Sizzle keeps to his assigned place near the back and scans the ceiling constantly. Man, I hope everyone has sharp eyes. That noise is going to make it really easy to move around...
With all the traps and surveillance in the room taken care of Sizzle falls in to his appointed place and wonders to himself what new hell they were about to walk into.
Sir, it's wired into that cogitator bank. he points to indicate the bank.
Sizzle examines the device carefully, then pats his brothers leg and says, You're good. before reporting, Sir! This used to be a mine, but someone's replaced the charge with some cable and gibbons. My guess is that is more like an intruder alert now. Whoever's down here and set this up probably knows we're here now.
Sizzle hurries over to his brother's side and takes a look at the thing he's gone and stepped on.
One of our armsmen is gone, sir!
Sizzle checks around really quick to get a head count and see if there's anything to report.
Sizzle rolls his eyes. Jumpy armsmen...
Naturally, he does give it a very brief shot, but quickly resumes his sweeps of the ceiling.
Well by the Emperors bony backside! We're actually chasing something! Sizzle thinks quietly to himself. Outwardly he lets the Armswoman's little talking-to serve as sufficient distraction to share a sideways glance with his brother that says just as much.
Sizzle falls into Anatoly's squad and keeps his eyes on the ceiling.
Sizzle does as inducted and reports, Room is Clear.
Tele-what now? More techpriest mumbo-jumbo that hopefully won't get us all killed...
Sizzle blinks for half a second at the Commissar's density, but clarifies quickly and decides to throw in some Ecclisiarchy-approved vocabulary to spice things up, and cover his exposed butt.
Clear. Sizzle reports in turn. Permission to get this over with, sir. I don't like these limited sight lines.
Sizzle looks everywhere the Father isn't. He REALLY doesn't want to be ambushed right here...
Sizzle does as well, but it's more in the spirit as opposed to the letter.
Sizzle breathes a little sigh of relief and shifts to scan the ceiling with his rifle.
Sizzle looks from the Commissar to Asbjorn and back. He covers the far side of the room until the commissar indicates that he won't be shot for doing otherwise.
Sizzle, for his part , is very glad to have his brother and the prett guardsmen with him. Nothing against the navy types, but they aren't guardsnen. There's a camaraderie that comes with being through the same meat grinder.
Sizzle still doesn't quite know how to take this new priest. He was wierd. Not as wierd as that Thud guy, but certainly on the crazy side. He gives the priest a sideways glance and snaps his mag home. As you say, Bolus
Sizzle inspects his Las rifle for the third time this hour and frets about the close quarters. Rockets aren't much good down here. Hopefully it's not all cramped spaces this time.
Sizzle laughs, I gotta get the low hanging fruit out of the way before we hit the dirt!
Not that perimeter you thirsty boy. Besides, I've never liked Britonians. They can be so melodramatic and "chivalrous". Every one of them has a stick up their butt, I swear. I'm not in to guys either, but that's beside the point.
Sizzle glances over and makes a face at his older sibling that tells him he's right, but he's not going to hear it from Sizzle.
Sizzle sniffs and nods in a very non-committal kind of way. I'll make sure me and mine are livin' first. If he wants to be mine... well that's on him.
Thudd receives the order to report to the forward chapel as he is reciting a list of monsters in the order they should be shot for the literally 50th time. He sighs in relief and jumps up, waving to Krish who is currently seated cross -legged on two of his fellows. Gotta go! Sorry!
Even Thudd can see that this study session is going south, so he takes to wandering among the troops and asking around to see who scored best and "encouraging" them to aid their fellow servants of the Him on Terra.
That person was sitting in a ring of high explosives. Thudd just steps over the line that most guardsmen instinctively avoid and snatches the little man up like a squirming text book.
As soon as the actual meaning of the Commissar's orders is shown Thud smakes his head and says, Ohhhhh! I do that already! Orcs not even shootin' me dis time! He easily carries Krish, though more gently and in a more dignified manner this time, while the others fashion their little basket.
Thudd tries hard to listen. He is getting more words now because of his study, but several are foreign to him still. These men had failed him for some reason. Some reason for the test. They are to listen to him... his wisdom? What is that?
Sizzle feels like he's constantly dizzy. The sheer variety of painful death that could be inflicted by a staggering number of different foes is overwhelming. He manages to pass his test, thankfully, and re-doubles his efforts in learning as much as the u.s. to know about turning tyranid swarms into chunky salsa. Thudd barely fails, but fail he does. It's to be expected, really. Still, people seem impressed, so Thudd does his best to try again. He tries to fit more study in between preaching and other duties. The implant seems to be working because his head doesn't hurt as much when he tidiness, but even with the implant this is far from easy for him.
Things are ramping up for the holidays and there is a strong chance that I'll be less active over the week of Christmas starting on the 20th as my family, who are literally spread over the continent of North America, are all converging on a single house for the week. I'll try to respond as I can, but I can't promise anything.
Sizzle rushes off to stow his gear with thoughts of Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap...
Thud cheers the announcement and quickly has his gear stowed, gear discipline being one of the few things that made it through his thick skull in basic. He takes a position near the end of the pack grinning like a child. Terrifying, colossal child. Sizzle looks back at the Ogryn that just took up position about ten meters behind him. Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap. That things going to be chasing us?!
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