Hive warfare.

OOC: it's a 19th century rifle...but yeah creds and ammo most likely

Oh shit... Just gonna point out whenever you do loot searches I'm going to make you find "a tattered piece of cloth, that on closer inspection appears to be a flag, wrapped up in the flag you find a very old mussel loading rifle, with "brown bess" etched into the metal" alongside a bright red coat, made out of some organic woven material"

Fuck yeah colonialism! Who knew we got into space too? What will you do when you get to space and find the space British empire is already out there?

You find 13 creds, and a 25 rusty, blunt, and somewhat broken mixture of knives, saws, clubs and shivs.

The kroot groans as he makes himself stand, his legs shaking from shock, but this stops after a few seconds.
"I'll be fine Akira... it takes more than a bullet to kill me"

*stoops down to hand him his dropped weapons* "I never asked your name..."

"Vladek, it was written on a tag around my neck as a child... by who I don't know"

"Well vladek, I'm glad you're alright" *turns to max* "max we need to get the fuck out of here, we can't last another attack like that."

"We cannot...you all fall back, find a surgeon or someone competent when it comes to medical practices"
*hands Akira the last of his credits along with his stub pistol*
"I shall complete the request by myself, none of you know me well enough to worry, any who do, need not worry"

"Just wait a few hours before ripping the bastard who sent us here apart, okay?"
*A flicker if sadness crosses his eyes as he turns*
"Oh..." *emotion suddenly appearing in his voice* "can I have a torch...it's rather dark down there"

*she has a small laughing fit* "...No." *turns to vladek* "vladek if he tries to go off on his own, carry him. Lets go gents, we need to find a way out, someone check if the lift still works"

The squat moves over to the lift. Looking at it with magnification goggles.
"The wire broke, snapped at the cord, it'll take a hour or so to repair"

"Get on it, the rest of you, fortify this area, block up the tunnels, there's plenty of junk around"

They get about it, blocking up the entrances.

*she searches for any wounded*

*He grins before waking off*
"Don't follow me, right now the wounded need you, and the suited man won't like hearing that we failed"

They are all dead.
Vladek blocks your path.

"Vladek, I understand that you're under orders from her majesty. But unless I do this, it's unlikely that you'll get paid. If I die..so what, you'd have lost a depressed boy with a slight fixation on trench coats"

"Max, I need you alive. You have knowledge of the upper levels, something none of us have"

"...and surprisingly enough I give a shit if any of you die"

"...it's a massive power struggle funded by the blood and sweat of the lower classes. To those of you who are still concious and are thinking of punishing me for being of the upper class, go ahead. It won't change anything but it'll likely make you feel better until your sense of judgement kicks in"

OOC: aaaand now his emotions pop up....he is way too similar to me :/

*Max looks to ground and falls to his knees, a single tear rolling down his bloodied face*
"This is my fault...if only I had pulled the trigger none of you would be in this mess"

OOC: did I mention his emotions are akin to a roller coaster?

"If you don't cut this shit I'll beat the crap out of you myself, now lend a hand" *starts helping block the tunnels*

*she looks over at the kneeling max* "...what? Max what the hell are you talking about?"

Ooc: this guy is worse than jax was, and that guy was fucked up

*he remains silent for a moment before standing and wiping the blood from his forehead. He turns and speaks, the sadness that filled his voice having completely vanished*
"Nothing, I lost concentration for a mere few moments, I shall endeavour to avoid letting it happen again"
*He walks off and begins blocking the tunnels*

OOC: the enotional voice change thing used to freak the fuck out of my teachers

OOC: this guy was pretty much me in year 10, seriously my emotions were a mess and I was suicidal for a bit(Until I met Misha) (I miss her)

I'm 'better' now, but that's solely due to being English in a country where people adore the accent. Just don't feel bad for me, the depression actually helped me become a better person

Ooc: like he saw a 4 year old murdered, had his arm ripped off, his wife dragged away from him kicking and screaming, giant spiders, was on a planet as it was slowly corrupted by chaos, then got blown the fuck up (but if I ever need another IG character I'm deus ex machina'ing him back to life

Indeed.
Poor Grimm.

Ooc: most of my characters are based someway on me, I act like a colossal dick most of the time and occasionally break down into a barely functional mess, good times all round

Ooc: damn in forgot that, let me add, watching all of his friends die, some of them in his arms

OOC: for the most part, all of my characters are linked to me in some sort of way.
Bush is me now, non Praetorian characters tend have links to my childhood, 'Laura' is my ex, and Max is me if my parents had abused me and I never met Misha

A moment of silence for the 1st karasov scouts *last post*

OOC: hahahaha, poor poor scouts...now back to the RP!

Ooc: see where you're coming from man, Reavan himself is my 'tough guy' kinda persona, and Jax was just how I personally would react to that kind of thing. The whole thing with his wife serah, was because my girlfriend moved away at the time and, we couldn't talk a lot of the time and we didn't see each other for months sooo yeah

Indeed! Back to the RP!

OOC: don't get me started on my ex, I'll get depressed

*barricading tunnels*

Ooc: we need to start a support group, we're all dealing with some shit... We are all kinda fucked up, aren't we?

"No no no max, don't blank me like that never happened. What do you mean pulled the trigger, what's going on?"

OOC: In more or less the words of Maximillian Erentilo "We're all fucked up, it's just noticeable on certain people"

IC: "Nothing that you need to worry about, though if it'll help put your mind at ease I'll let you guess. Though it's rather obvious"

Ooc: I like to think I'm less noticeable, my breakdowns are normally in private.
Ic: *under her breath* "eh, you'll tell me later"

OOC: my entire family abd everyone I knew didn't notice for nearly 7 years, it took an enotional breakdown followed by nearly an hour of apologising to my mother

"An I now?"

Ooc: support group bush, we need one https://warhammerrejects.forumotion.com/t189-support-group
Ic: "you will"

"And how will you achieve that?"

"A, alcohol. Or b, Lets say I'm persuasive"

"Uh huh"

"Oh shut it you prick" *gently punches him*

"When I got shot... and the goatman said something... did he say that the norms would pay?" Says the kroot, his wound still bleeding heavily through his hand.

"Yes... That's what he said..." *turning to him* "shit... Why didn't you tell us? Fuck that's bad" *she starts ripping the cleanest parts of clothing off the bodies* "okay, this is going to hurt like shit" *she presses the scraps of cloth too the wound as hard as she can*

He shows very little pain.
"I didn't want to cause a fuss"

"I'll get more cloth"
*goes and gets more 'clean' cloth*

Ooc: where would you get clean cloth?