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6 posts. Alias of Nethru.


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Init 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5


Dryak nods to the Commisar.

"OK LISTEN UP! Slight change of plans. Rodriguez your better off having that flamer of yours ready i'll help Tabas. Teeny and Canten you guys scout ahead and try to find out a clear path out of this crap hole but NOT TO FAR! We don't have any reliable communication methods and don't need to be loosing anyone else out here. The rest of us will followup up in staggered formation until we make it back to the main company. Any questions?"

Canten and Teeny can make stealth rolls when you are ready to start scouting


Sergeant Dryak looks back as the door come slamming down.

"Not so loud Urok! I know your upset but we don't want to draw any undue attention to our location!"

"This damned jungle is not going to be the death of me!"

He looks toward the tech-priest and Rodriguez.

"Transportation is probably out of the question here being we are in a Jungle and Galt we are not leaving anyone behind right now! Just because your more machine than human doesn't mean you can't act more human! Throne help us!"


Sergean Dryak looks to Canteen all grumpy like.

"Fine! Rodriguez you help Tabas then."


Sergeant Dryak's face grows stiff with the transmission and begins to curse like a drunk sailor!

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! They expect us to climb down through the Teeming and cross kilometers of stinking, smelly, Ork s!+~ infested swamps and THEN the Fallow River before they blow this place to high hell! Don't they know we got injured troopers here!!@#$!"

"Urok quit your sniveling and get over here! Carry Rork and Gnal since they can't move on their own. Canteen you help Tabas navigate this area. Galt keep an eye on the Vox in case any more transmissions come in. We need to fall back to the company and fast!. Any bright ideas before we get our heads chopped off by these ugly green skins?"


Sergeant Dryak has been with the 14th Recon Company for a very long time and it shows. He has served in the platoon since you came to the regiment and you all know him well. He is a hard ass but looks a bit scared due to the situation you are all in.

Your squad was 10 strong last night but after the last brutal Ork assault all were wounded except for you sorry lot. Rork is unconsciouis from a head wound, Tabas is blinded from a stikkbomb and Ganal is missing a leg from a choppa blow. The Vox Tabas was carrying looks damaged.

He examines his weapons and equipment to see what he has left and then begins trying to tinker with the Vox trying to fix it.

"I don't know about you all but this fraking planet is not going to be my resting tomb!"

He looks up again at you all with the look of fear. You have never seen your Sergeant like this before as he tosses the Vox to the ground.