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Post by Draxy on Mar 1, 2014 20:40:31 GMT
Rip. Lady ran her finger along the cards, letting them ripple, the characteristic sound echoing through the room. Riiiiiiip. The others had taken to their various things, talking sleeping, doing whatever it was in the corner...
They where all occupied, ignoring her, or it was too early or something, as no one wanted to play. She snickered to herself. Or maybe they had advance warning. She sighed as she pushed the card back into her pocket, she was still bored. She threw her legs over the side of the bunk, as she sat up.
Two of the others a man and a female, where talking about why they where here, fighting the gov' and all that.
"So, we throw the gov' out of office and then what?" She said, joining the conversation without much warning. "It's all fun and games after that? What happens when it's all said and done?"
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Post by The Glass Ninja on Mar 2, 2014 14:12:20 GMT
"Then, miss, we set up something better" Peter glanced at the woman who had just started talking, sliding his aquilia over his head and tucking it inside of his shirt before leaning down to start stripping off his boots. The combat gloves next, followed by vambraces and then the body armour itself. He lay it all in a neat pile just under his bunk and was left wearing only a black t-shirt and canvas trousers. "What we do is this: we place those who understand the problems of the underhive in position, and then we keep them on the straight and narrow both with our faith, and our guns" He grinned, sliding the powerpack from his las-rifle. Placing the gun by his side, he lay over onto his back, closing his eyes.
"The emperor will protect and we fight for a righteous cause. Success is inevitable"
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Post by Warrender on Mar 3, 2014 9:51:33 GMT
Danters eyes flittered back and forth for a second before he nodded quickly and walked off, leaving Stubbs and the young lady to continue their conversation in private. Finding a small perch to sleep in he settled in, pulling cloak over him as a blanket, choosing to stay on his own away from where the others would sleep. It would be a long sleepless night he was sure of it.
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Post by Darko on Mar 5, 2014 11:00:26 GMT
Day cycle 2 of 9 0800 hours Basement hideout
It was early, earlier than some of them were used to getting up. However there was much to accomplish today and no time for slacking. Stubbs had roused the group an hour ago and they'd all sated their appetites on the limited supplies they had available.
Quelling the disgruntled murmurs that several of the resistance fighters were exchanging, Stubbs got right down to the process of issuing jobs. They wouldn't be setting up for the heist until 2200 hours after curfew anyway.
"Look sharp, people, we've got a busy day," Stubbs said. "There's plenty we can try and do to make the plan go down much more smoothly. The more we can accomplish today, the easier it'll be."
"Karus, take Elina and Zatus, pay your friend with the freight truck a visit, maybe teach those two how to aim a weapon while you're at it. Scout out the tunnel, work out where the best ambush sites are. If you can find something like an abandoned hab-block nearby we can relocate there as a secondary base of operations for the heist."
"Uriel, Peter, Lady and Lucy, head down a few levels to the underhive and see if you can procure some better weaponry. We don't have any Thrones to spare but you're resourceful enough to come up with something. Maybe a few ganger low-life's would be willing to part with their guns, if you get my meaning."
"Iscariot, you've got contacts and resources in the Machine Cult in the next level up. See if you can procure anything we can use - explosives, gun-servitors, tech-gadgets, anything. Make sure you maintain a low-profile, the last thing we need is to cause suspicion on higher levels this soon. Sten, go with him, just in case there's any trouble."
"Danter and I will be contacting a few old friends in the PDF in the meantime. I've got enough hand-held vox units for everyone, they're a bit old but they'll work so long as you're on the same level. It's coded on a secure frequency thanks to Iscariot's skills. We'll rendezvous at 1800 hours, either back here or somewhere closer to the ambush site if Karus' team finds a suitable location. Any questions before we get started?"
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Post by Scrazz' on Mar 5, 2014 11:50:37 GMT
Upon receiving his orders, Sten started packing for the action ahead. He tucked some ammo in his webbing, and slung a small backpack with some other essentials on his back. Finally, he took his lascarbine, and checked if it was still in good condition. Satisfied with it, he slung the compact carbine over his shoulder.
He took a moment to look at the preparations of the others. Though his duty seemed like a a babysit to others, he held no such thoughts. Securing explosives and other useful gadgets were essential to the task at hand.
He scanned the room for Iscariot, he had some questions to ask. Having spotted him, Sten walked over to him.
"Iscariot." Sten addressed him. "How do you plan to get me in the Machine Cult's structures? I don't think they'll let someone like me in. Any ideas for a disguise?"
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Post by coolyo294 on Mar 7, 2014 16:23:59 GMT
Elina had to resist the urge to groan when Stubbs told her she'd be stuck with Karus. The idea of spending an entire day stuck with that thug was the last thing she wanted to do, but sacrifices had to be made for the greater good fo the rebellion.
"I know how to shoot." she said as she stood up. "Anyways, let's get going. We shouldn't waste any time"
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Post by Jack of Names on Mar 7, 2014 19:09:03 GMT
Rousing himself that morning, Iscariot was probably the first ready. He was also most likely the first one up, he required little sleep after all. Stubs plan of preparation was agreeable, though how exactly the tech priest was to smuggle one of these people into the Omnisaah's temples was up for debate. Iscariot would really have just gone by himself, but there was no helping it now.
And here came his unfortunate 'partner' of the morning.
"They certainly would not." The tech priest confirmed, running his last little check on his Servo skull before he closed the rear compartment and rose from his chair. "We have security of course, but you are hardly about to pass as one of them." The tech priest mused, activating the skull and watching it float into the air.
"Hm... if you allow me certain liberties, you could be disguised...."
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Post by Scrazz' on Mar 8, 2014 16:07:18 GMT
Certain liberties? Sten was alarmed by this. He wasn't going to let him change in one of the tech priest. A simple disguise would have to do.
"If you are thinking of turning me into a walking machine like you, forget it."
After saying this, Sten realized this couldn't be Iscariot's idea at all, it was too radical and needed a lot of time.
"Anyway, let's hear it."
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Post by Jack of Names on Mar 10, 2014 2:30:53 GMT
The tech minister rolled his eyes, fingers of his mechanical arm clicking together in slight irritation.
"Of course not." Iscariot's tone was as if the answer should have been obvious. Regardless if the other man could be better suited with an augment or two, which he obviously would be, he had not the time nor the materials to waste.
"Although a better solution that would be, we hardly have the time or the resources to waste. No, your disguise will be much more simple." He confirmed, putting his organic fingers to his masked chin in thought. "Let's see... oil and sack cloth is all we need. Enough cloth to weave convincing wrappings, large enough for a man..." The priest trailed off, walking back into the main room just before the door as he thought, beckoning Sten to follow.
"Hm... yes. Servitors do not require clothing, it benefits them none. However certain employees of the manufactorum, usually the clerks and stuffy higher ups find their appearance disconcerting or improper. We hardly waste real clothing on them, so it is not uncommon for a servitor to be covered in sacks. Slick with oil, they should give off the appearance of an operating and active servitor and, with the sack soggily weighed down, should look bulky enough to be housing extensive augmentations..."
He sincerely hoped the other man was listening. He caught sight of the woman and... him on his way toward the door. A pang of resentment, and a worry for the woman. He had seen what could happen when her kind was left with his ilk... but Stubbs seemed to know him. He would receive the benefit of the doubt for now, Iscariot had no time to deal with him anyway.
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Post by Warrender on Mar 10, 2014 22:00:54 GMT
Danter took hold of the vox unit with one hand and dropped it unceremoniously onto the table in front of him. His other hand, clutching a bowl of cereals that had long gone soggy from his slow eating. He nodded to Stubbs, acknowledging the instructions as his hand returned to the spoon, shovelling another spoonful into his mouth.
His eyes glanced over at the man called Iscariot, regarding him suspiciously. He knew his face from somewhere but wasn't sure where. He hid his spying from view, not wanting to give himself away as his mind raced through all the possibilities.
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