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Post by silence on Aug 28, 2014 20:00:37 GMT
Crawn watched the other leaders, most trying to establish to not kill each other, and it really pissed him off.
"You know, I don't know about you guys, but if we are just going to sit here and try and say lets not kill each other then yeah sure its fine and dandy we don't do that. BUT quite frankly I came here knowing I had no intentions to kill anyone and came to save myself and myself only. So lets cut the bullshit and get to a plan, we need vehicles. Whether or not they hold a lot is besides the point, getting people into vehicles will speed this up and give us some breathing room. We also need to realize that the Falcon`s probably already found his hiding place and are already back at their base with the tech priest, as they went through enough trouble just to grab him, I think they were slightly more than successful. So lets cut the searching down to a minimal, and instead we need to take it to the Falcon`s. Maybe we all die trying to do it, but we all die if we don't find that damn priest." Crawn said decisively, not really allowing for others to speak, "Otherwise, if you guys want to search for him, be my guest. I`ll allocate what I can, but you can thank some people at this table for making it impossible for me to do more."
Crawn sat back after saying what he had to say, he hated working with others, and he hated the bullshit that came with it. |
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Post by AegisFate on Aug 28, 2014 22:33:47 GMT
Nikolas had heard the words, attempting to keep a grin off his face. The Falcons had made his play for him, a sense of unification growing, even amongst distrust. It was the wrong time in his mind to actually begin the war.
One of the gang leader's statements was dangerous though, talk of the tech priest already being captured a possibility that only ends in the death of the tech priest and the destruction of the Underhive as they knew it, so he spoke up, his mask hanging off his neck. "Assuming he's captured is a worst case scenario, and even then, we don't even have the manpower, nor the equipment to properly contest the Falcons on their own territory. We assume they haven't caught the Tech Priest. I'd love to be in the thick of things killing them, but that's not something we can so blatantly work at whilst Big Black threatens to become interesting."
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Post by silence on Aug 28, 2014 22:55:01 GMT
Crawn held back his snap at the man who spoke up, he knew when insults were right and when they weren't.
"Look, I`d love to live in the land of fairytales where the priest is out in the wastes and he laid low a group of Falcons who slaughter, over a hundred people just to chase him, and is now safely awaiting us to find him. But quite frankly, the man probably didn't lay low the group of Falcons and the fact he hasn't shown up on our doorstep, sorta means he has been captured." Crawn tried really hard to not downright insult the others, things were looking up for them but they were the weakest by far. "I`m sorry I don't live in a everything isn't the worst case scenario, but the signs only point towards that. And I`m sorry, but again I`d like to live and see tomorrow with an extra 500 in my pocket, but I don't think that will happen if we waste our time going and searching the wastes for the next day and find his place where he is either dead or not present. Meaning we just wasted precious time searching for a man in a place, where we wished he would be instead of knew he wouldn't. I`m no psyker, but even I can see that path only leads to a fact we need to accept. That is just my two thrones on this, I`ll throw what I can to help search, but if I have to say I told you so....." Crawn left it at that, he was done with the hopeful thinking and wishful thoughts, fate had a love for fucking those who didn't live in reality.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 0:45:56 GMT
Seth watched the exchange before speaking up, "If the Falcons caught the Tech Priest he is already dead." He looked around the room again before continuing, "You heard the Lady Thebe, They were trying to kill him, our only chance is to hope he escaped the Falcons and is hiding somewhere in the wastes. I hate the Falcons more than most, but we have neither the manpower nor the weaponry to attack them, nor would it accomplish anything."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 1:12:08 GMT
Chris took one last look around the Golden Gelt before downing the last of his drink, "Last call!" He yelled as he stood up, "If you're running with us get in the truck." Jason stood and the pair walked to the door turning to see who was joining them.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Aug 29, 2014 1:16:45 GMT
Siren Snorted at the Artic Fox's comments.
"No wonder you were raided. You are an Idiot who should have learned from your time living in the streets. The Underhive is built of Boltholes and hiding spots, else you and your little group would be dead already. We need to think logically and not listen to this fool."
Siren glared at Crawn and rested a hand on her bolt pistol, before turning to the rest of the leaders arranged around.
"The Cult of the Machine tend to plan and prepare for such occasions as this, he may have prepared a minor shrine to be a hideout, as i doubt he'd wander off into the wastes alone without a loctaion and path in mind."
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Post by silence on Aug 29, 2014 1:43:24 GMT
Crawn was pissed at that point, he wasn't making an argument to not search, just not waste all the precious time they had looking for something that probably wasn't there.
"Look here missy, I am more than aware of the hiding spots in the Underhive, your leader made sure of that in her death. I on the other hand also am aware of how ruthless gangers can be and how much manpower the Falcon`s have. I am simply offering up the fact that I find a search barely worth our time, not that it is worthless, but it is in my eyes a waste of time. I have offered up what I can, but last I checked, you aren't my leader and I have a right to an opinion. I don't have to help, and I`m ready to walk away and not care if we all burn, because Emperor knows where you are going and I`ll be happy with the fact knowing you are going to suffer. But I am here, and I`ve offered more than I should to help people I`d much rather see dead."
Crawn sat back, he was having a hard time keeping a straight face and his tone down, and ignored the glare from the bitch.
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Post by Warork on Aug 29, 2014 5:40:32 GMT
There was a snicker from a previously silent part of the table as Karrus leaned forwards.
"Seriously Crawn, if you're going to have a dick measuring contest with a woman then you must have started with the world's cruelest handicap." He waved his hand dismissively, not interested in anything the rival from the Arctic Foxes had to say. "Anyway, what's-his face over here has the major point." He said pointing at Nikolas. "You wanna mess with the Falcons, that's your funeral. I'm gonna go grab some wheels and do this smart."
He stood up from his seat, apparently ready to leave. "Word of advice, we'll cover more ground if we group up. Sure it means splitting the thrones you might get but its better than nothing...and getting blown up."
He turned to Seth who sounded like he had been talking on his comm bead earlier. "Sounds like you got a head start with that car of yours. Give me a little time and you can add another plus my boys to lookin into whatever you find. As for the rest of you." He looked out at the congregated group of gang leaders in the room with that mischievous grin.
"May the best scumbag win."
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Post by silence on Aug 29, 2014 6:01:45 GMT
Crawn had enough, the remark from Karrus and his attempt to move on past the jibe was the tipping point.
"You know, if I had started a dick measuring contest it`d actually be with someone who has a fair chance, not with the two of you who both lack a pair. Now, say what you want, but I`ll be the only one laughing when I`m right and we all burn in oblivion. I`m tired of repeating myself, and honestly I was more than willing enough to be all snuggly wuggly and help find the priest, but now its gone and wasted. I`m gone, and tired of these petty jibes, have a good evening and I hope we do die."
With that Crawn stormed out of the meeting, thoroughly pissed at the disregard for an obvious fact muttering curses about their naïve remarks all the while. He was going to find the priest and maybe he might just not return him. |
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Post by Nepty on Aug 29, 2014 6:17:08 GMT
Fuller opened the hundredth drawer that hour. It was full of bits of metal bolts and some scraps of paper about servitor specs. Nonetheless, he carefully looked over each item before slamming the drawer back into the desk.
On the other side of the room, Andrew examined a vent shaft, standing on a fallen servitor to do so. Fuller glanced down at it. Someone had ripped it's whole leg off. He shuddered.
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Tyler stood up abruptly. "Hey, Karrus, a word outside?"
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Hadrian slowly followed the trail of destruction in the car. It wasn't hard. There were bloodstains and mangled bits of bodies in the road, and something had rolled right over them, tracking blood and gore and viscera over the street. Hadrian made a face. Falcons. They didn't give a fuck about the people of the underhive. Abruptly, Hule, who had been walking alongside the truck called out. "Hey!" Hadrian stopped and rolled down the window. The stink of death wafted in. "What is it Hule?"
The big man was kneeling in the road. "Oil stains here. Someone got hit right in the gas tank."
Mark spoke from the passenger seat. "Can't have gotten far with a hole in his tank."
Hadrian nodded. "And more importantly, if the hole was low enough, it might lead us to him." He started up the car. "And that boys is what we in the detective business call a clue."
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