Escape From Karasov.

*he slides the book into a small pouch and steps outside*
"Thanks"

OOC: so am I hijacking goraths place as special weapons guy

Opening the door, Grimm looks at his auspex, it's large screen giving off a green glow.

You look to the door, the fingerprint recognition lock keeping it closed. It has recognition of the entire squad.
Once open, the blizzard hits you like a truck, the door shutting itself alone.

Commissar Hannes reaches for another beer. His 16th.

"Dammit, storms being a bitch" Grimm says with a annoyed tone, pushing hard with his mechanical arm.

OOC: its time for hannes

hannes

BOOM

IC: Meanwhile, I am of sitting on a stool at the back of the room, polishing my good old guardsmun issue lascannon lasgun

The auspex shows one more blip than usual.

Ooc: there's a blip usually?


"We have unknown contact, outside... it's just standing there"

Ooc of the humans. Hasnt been configured to not show humans.

Ic the blip starts moving. Quickly.

*he loads his las-lock*
"How far and in which direction"

Hannes grabs the beer, downs it, and falls onto Rogers, whilst bawling loudly.

Ooc: that doesn't make sense.
How does it sense humans and not other things?


"Its moving, permission to peruse?"

Ooc senses everything.

"We shall peruse the enemy! I think you meant to say persue"

OOC: *cough* Las-Lock


Adeptus Mechanicus Tech-Thralls with Las-Locks[2]
Las-Locks are a type of Laser Weapon used by some Imperial forces early in their history. An archaic alternative to the Lascarbine, it was used by many regiments of the Imperial Army during the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy. These weapons favored stopping power over a rapid rate of fire.[1]

"COMMISAR! Orders!?"

The commissar is passed out, and wouldn't hear you anyway. He is inside. You aren't.

Rogers: Gah! Keep it together soldier!
He pus Hannes off him

The commissar falls back, passed out. You guess whilst he is, as second, you are in command.

"Is it coming toward us?"

The blip is running towards you at inhuman speeds.

OOC: where has everyone gone?

*kneels and takes aim, waiting for a target to appear*

Ooc honus eating
Ic
Heavy footsteps come nearer and nearer, but nothing is seen in the thick snow.

OOC: jeager bombastics still there

Ooc speak then. faelwen is in there

OOC: Can't think of a suitable reference for the situation

I is here

The special weapons soldier wakes up with a groan

what have i missed then

OOC: oh right

IC: "it's getting closer"
*he remains still and looks for the target*

OK bush, can you roll a d20?

OOC: one D20 coming up!

The member 'Sir_BushWookie' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 2

Your fuked

"ugh....dafuq...is going on..."

OOC: it's not a one

A figure jumps at you directly, landing a hard kick into your chest and throwing you to the floor. It looks large.. Maybe 7ft, and humanoid with a birdlike face. It is holding a spear, and screams out of its beak into your face.

OOC Commissar drank too much now he's out cold in the cold

Bush, you are now in combat. All rolls against this or to escape it require a d20.

OOC: *Commisaar DANK to much

Rekt

IC: "Well look who decided to stop begin a lazy fuck for once

What a surprise"

"Good thinking. piss of the flamethrower guy. go on do it again. see what happens"

"You gonna turn into Arnold and start screaming about how your going to destroy the forest?"

The commissar awakens.

"PRIVATE! Did I hear you say ARNOLD?!"

Rogers: settle down you two, I don't like how long our "friend" has been absent for

"Aw hell..." *spits out some of his chewing tobacco*

*Flashback* I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SLEPT WITH A GIIINNGGGEEERRRR

*Normal time* "Yes herr commisaar"

*I slash the bayonet at its stomach*

"DID YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT I SAID!? ABOUT THOSE HERETICAL FILMS!? DO YOU NOT REMEMBER? SERGEANT! REMIND THEM"

ooc the thing is:
I hate that film, predator. people call it a classic but i dislike it. dont mention it.

OOC roll bush