Imperial Guard Plot

Melody: yes please but ill roll myself over there though

"You sure? Your arm needs rest"

melody: im sure if I need help ill ask a guardsman or the other battle sister

"Understood, I'll be here if you need me sister" he takes a clipboard and walks out.

she slowly and difficultly rolls the chair to the barracks

Guardsmen nod to her in respect, one opening the main door.

*If its vrestroryans they are to busy securing most of the hive to even be at the barracks*

Ooc: any staff or orderlies then.

OOC: Theres probably only like 10 vrestroryans at that base atm, they are on guard duty on the compound

Ooc: inside, the figure stalks through the dark.

Ooc: ignore the ooc.

melody: thank you guardsman
she continues to roll in

A quiet clicking echoes through the empty hallways, heading to its target.

she continues looking for her battle sister

It comes to the room, it's long, sharp fingers tapping into the lock pad.

The sister is still a bit away.

she continues

The door opens slowly, Melissa inside; asleep. It steps inside.

she wheels her way up to her battle sisters room

She turns the corner, the lights suddenly cutting out.
She can see a large silhouette, with two, piercing yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. It breathes heavily before running away, it's speed unbelievable.

she then rushes to her battle sisters room

There was obviously a struggle, but her armour is still in the corner. She is gone.

*Alex is returning from a patrol*

she yells for help

Ooc: hyp do summin.

Alex: *hearing the yelling as he enters the building* For the love of...What now...*He goes there*

he sees melody in a wheel chair and the room in a mess

Alex: What happened here?

A data slate suddenly turns on inside the room, it making a static noise.

she thenwheels to it and looks at it

*Alex enters the room*
Alex: Well, this is odd...

A broken up voice suddenly speaks, a strange image forming on the screen.

+Did you enjoy our little party trick commisar? Your people are so easy to stir up+

Semi-OOC: Alex: 1v1 me irl fagit lelelelelellelelele
IC: Alex: Oh look. Its a panzy.

+Our distraction worked perfectly did it not... that's why your still standing obviously+

*Alex gets the vox traced*

Ooc: it's coming from the other hive...


+you are a fool commisar, you think yourself so high and mighty; yet you own nothing but a group of men... that fear you, that... despise you, you know nothing of us, panzy+

Alex: I am going to make you choke to death on your on blood when I find you. Which I will. I can garauntee it.

+that's if you don't get shot in the back first, you honestly believe that you can trust all your men? I know one in particular you shouldn't trust... one you seem to have forgotten about commisar+ his tone mocking.

Alex: Riiighhhtttt. Good thing I know exactly who you are talking about.

+oh do you really, I thought so little of you commisar. Well, your still not the brightest, so I'll tell you what will happen. This sister I had abducted, you know the one? Well, apparently she is quite crucial to your men's morale, and tell me what happens if I give the order for my friend to... well. You know+

Alex: meh...

+you really are heartless, is the only friend you have your alcohol, commisar?+

Alex: No actually its tanna

Get your facts right heretic

+so you have no real friends? Poor fool... it's only a matter of time until a stake is put up in your memory, by your own troopers; I give you one chance commisar, or would you like me to tell your men your decision?+

Alex: I kindly request you go f*ck yourself

In the ass

With a chainsword *He cuts the connection and leaves*

*Meanwhile, the rest of the guardsmen are arriving back at base. All of them.*

They are battle worn and tired, many bearing injuries and horrifying disfigurement. They're like a slowly moving mass of sadness, so many lost, all for the safety of they're imperial ideals.

*And then alex breaks out the vodka

And throws a party*

*Moral restored*

Ooc: ...I'm not sure that would work... considering he's a commisar... he should be prohibiting vodka... not dealing it, and alcohol doesn't fix injuries and dead friends.

OOC: Vodka makes everything better!

And he limits it but doesn't prohibit it

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack

Ooc: hullo