Octus will shift his aim to the nearest giant machine of f#&$ you and semi auto burst again..
BS:37 + 10
Erm... FATE TO REROLL
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Octus will fire a burst at the same target. BS: 37 + 10
Damage: 3AP
Init:
Octus aims his hell pistol and fires at the smaller man. BS: 37 + 5 (Range?)
Damage:
"We should at least get the the elevator, set up a killzone there. If any of us have grenades, now'll be the time to use em. Did anyone check the bodies for them?" Octus says as he begins moving towards the exit, hellpistol drawn.
Terror washes over Octus' face as the voice crackles over his microbead. Quickly he draws his auto pistol and one by one shoots out any cameras he sees.
"We should look inta' findin' some respirators or filters or somethin' if there's sickness afoot here. Any ideas as to how it's transmitted Techman?"
"No need to be sweet about it Arbites, I was a pimp, though I did dabble in the other fields a' crime an' debauchery an' other crap. Now let's see what Dr. Cammilus' dealin' with..."
"We are in business boys an' girls, now what's Colonel Highborn McSuicide got hidden in this little box a' his?"
"Anyone want a shotgun? I'm gettin' a little weighted down with all these guns, and this puppy more than serves my purposes." Octus says, stroking the hell pistol before spinning it around his finger again.
"Mmm... papa likes, papa really likes." Octus says as he twirls the weapon around his finger and tests the sites. "Anyone see any fresh magazines for this baby?" "Whatever this guy did, he dropped the ball bad. Some serious shit went down here, and it wreaks of heresy. If I had to hazard a guess, he let in something he really shouldn't have."
"Well, why don't we find out, eh gentlemen? Occux, you mind workin' your magic here?" Octus then wanders off, first picking up and examining the pistol, then looking about the room, opening any drawers he finds in search of anything of interest.
"Lockup... well, if we're lucky the sign applies to anything inside eh boys?" Octus approaches the other door, and leaning against the wall, he will poke his head around the door frame and open the door slowly, bringing his autogun to bare in the other hand.
"So... they landed the ship, then burried it and put a buncha' bunkers on top? Why not keep it in space?"
Int: 26
"You know, I think we might just be a tad bit over our heads here gentlemen."
Octus readies his autogun and nods in agreement, taking place to cover his comrades. He once again takes note to check back the way they came every few moments, but not much more than a quick glance.
"We might wanna hurry to the security room, I dunno what it is but I got myself a baaaad feelin' that we're bein' watched." Octus stays near the back of the group, keeping a constant eye on their rear and will occasionally glance at the ceiling.
"Alright, so I guess that's one piece of the puzzle. They killed eachother... New question: Why the f&$* would they do that?"
Fel 32
"You know, this shit's gettin' old... really old... sally forth?"
"Well, you boys good with clearin' this sty level by level?"
Octus doth agree with his divine creator Fusebox.
"We should clear this level out first, at least find out if there are any more nasties that might come crawlin' down to great us before we go plungin' ourselves deeper in this shite."
"Buddy, I'm sorry, but this 'ere's the inquisition. If leavin' a few men behind is what we gotta do to get the job done, it's what we gotta do. We'll do our best ta' find em man, but if push comes to shove, this place is goin' up whether or not people are still down here or not. Hell, that might even include us. "Hey, you guys think there's a way we can seal these green f%++s in here in a pinch in case they get the idea to start wanderin' about this place while we're still here?"
Octus is going to lay down suppressing fire with his autopistol. BS=32-25=7
Boss, I think you're jumpin' to conclusions here. Some crazed bastards prolly captured some of tha' green shits an' shipped em here. Throne knows how, but that ain't the point. I'm thinkin' they brought em here and cut em up to see what makes em tick, ya' know? Some real 'Know your enemy' type shit. Can't say it was the smartest move, heck I coulda told you a laundry list a' reasons this was a bad idea, but again that ain't the point. What I'm sayin' is I think the only things we need to worry about are things already down here, and maybe, MAYBE, somethin' indiginous topside skulkin' its way down here.
You sure they snuck in here boss man? I think if this planet had an ork problem, we'd have been told. And even then, acid bugs, f!+&ed up mutants, wouldn't much put it past these people to have orks down 'ere too."
Octus rounds the corner, standing pretty much dead centre in the middle of the hallway. At this range, and with a flame thrower present, cover isn't exactly too much a concern for him. He aims his shotgun at the flame thrower wielding Ork's weapon.
Octus suddenly perks up an ear, "One of you just say somethin'?" The blank stares he receives answer his question, "Ehm... Anyway, think we should take this floor by floor?"
Octus keeps his shotgun aimed at the lift in case there's anything inside that doesn't particularly respect the fact that he's alive.
"Hate to burst your bubble Gung-Ho the guardsman, but I ain't doin' this shit ta' meet me end because we charged in head first n' got ourselves melted by weird friggin' xeno bugs. We gotta take this slow, or we'll end up just like this poor puke. Octus takes a boot to the corpse as if to emphasize his point. "I say we activate the power. Worst case scenario, whatever automatic defence doo-hickies down here will reactivate, but at least we'll be able to see the monsters before they try ta' liquify us. On a side note, the frig's a football?"
Octus places a hand on the man's soldier, "Listen bud, I did my best but I ain't no doctor. You ain't got long, so we don't have time to answer many questions, even if we did have the answers. We don't know where your buddies are, but if you want us to have any chance at savin' em, you're going to have to tell us exactly what happened down here."
"You know, I got few good things to say about the lower hive, but I'd be a liar if I told ya' it didn't teach me a few things. Lemme see what I can do Jacques. Worst comes to worst I can always make his passin' less painfull... I think." Octus says the last part with an almost disturbing smile. Octus approaches the unconcious man, "Now, let's see what Dr. Cammilus can do for ya." MEDICAE TIME!
DOH! Bloody whiff.
"I'm sure he's more than capable. Let's go boss, before I change me feckin' mind." When Julien is ready, Octus steps through the window. If the room is small, Octus will look for a doorway and see if a light switch is near it. Per: 29
This is bad... this is very very very bad. Octus does his very best to keep his eyes away from the corpse, instead focusing on keeping his weapon up and ready, "By the Emperor... I've seen some shit down in the underhive, but a gas that melts people? I ain't even HEARD of that. I can't even begin to wonder what in the thunderin' f!## went down here." Octus' eyes dart around the room, searching for danger and clues to as what's gone down here. Also, is there anything of note further down the hall? How far till we see an actual turn or something? Perception: 29
Octus let's out a soft chuckle as he revs the engine, "Alright boys an' girls, this is your captain speakin'. Please keep your bits n' pieces inside the machine at all times. Before we get movin' I'd like to ask all passengers to buckle the f!%! up, 'cause this is gonna be a bumpy f!!+in' ride!" Navigate
"So... ehm... someone wanna tell me where we're goin?"
After quickly adjusting the strap of his autogun to a more comfortable position, Octus steps forward, "I got this boys, used to steal those little motorized service carts when we's was kids back home, race em through old service tunnels. Got pretty good at it if I do say so me'self." He pulls on his jacket's collar as a crooked tooth smile appears across his face. It's fairly obvious he's reminiscing right now. "Can't imagine this'll be much different, eh?" He drops his hands and makes a quick jog for the driver's seat before plopping himself in front of the wheel. Doing so he catches a brief glimpse of his jacket, and it occurs to him that he might want to invest in clothes that haven't been caked in sewer gunk. "Maybe something a little more... drab, and I guess I've always wanted a longcoat." he mutters to himself as he begins strapping the helmet to his head.
Octus' feet kick up a load of filthy dust as he comes grinding to a halt. With a sudden and inexplicable change of heart, Octus charge forth, back into the frey! "FOR THA' EMPERIUM!"
Octus: RUN AWAY! SNAP OUT OF IT:
Octus' eyes widen and his jaw drops as the throne damned creature before him descends on his companion. He freezes in fear, his mouth moving as if to form words, but unable to.
"Looks like we might have lucked out, this place looks like it aint' seen a body movin' through it in Emperor knows how many decades. Means we might just have our element of surprise still" Octus slides his rifle's receiver halfway back and checks once again that a round is chambered, before focusing his attention to the left passageway.
"You damn crazy f@*#heads!" Octus gives a good hearty laugh and slaps Julian across the back, "And here I though I was rid of you lot. I think I mighta felt the ground shake from here mate. Throne damned if they aren't looking for somethin' ta kill now then we aint got a hope in the damned universe."
"Actually, that aint a bad idea guard boy... but ah, for the money we got you might wanna hold out. Just trust me, there's not a lick a' joy to be had from a joygirl that ya' can pay with pocket change. I know this from experience."
"Perhaps it'd be in our best interest to keep tappin' em at their entrances. Wouldn't get as close as we did last time, we all know how that turned out... But you've got a real nice rifle, don't ya' Skrate? We'd be able to hit em and run. Maybe not cause much damage, but at least stir up the hive a bit."
Octus pockets a magazine's worth of autopistol ammo and clear's the jam in his sidearm. "If ya ain't got any objections, I'm off to go pawn off some of this shit." Removing his jacket he begins moving towards the door, "I'll try to keep in microbeed range. Hopefully I won't be long, but no promises."
"Hey hey hey, I can ditch the clothes man, and besides I've got more experience with the underworld and hives than anyone else here. And we shouldn't be too worried about leavin' behind too much of a trail so long as we're selling low key stuff... speaking of which, you guys still got the drugs? I gots some idea 'bout where I can make some coin off that."
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