Hive warfare.

yyyeaaaahhhhh

OOC: Thanks Raeven
"Off we go!"

"Should I go with you or"

You have several options for locations to look for potential gangers.
District 34 hab block.
Mutant working station 40
Or the lowdown district, where the dregs of society gather in this corner of the ship. Filled with brothels, bars, and drug dealings, and also has black market weapons trading.

"I say we go to district 34, theres some bars where we could find some... like minded individuals"

"Lets go then"

*some time later when we're outside one of said bars?*

Ooc: a hab block is like a mega flat.
If you want bars, lowdown district is better.
But then again, the hab block is where people live.

Ooc: hab blocks are basically towns, everything anyone could need is there, and generally each block is managed by some large family, merchants or ruling class.

Ooc nah hab blocks are massive living areas

Ic
I stay at the warehouse, looking around.

I go looking for materiels to make shit out off
Because I am mechanic

Will: It's barren, but you do find something under one of the beds.
3 auto pistol bullets.

Euan: you find a few rusty nails, a sheet of metal, and a few planks of rotten wood.

Oh

I was gonna roll

It's a ancient abandoned place.
There is nothing of real value.

Don't raise your points of logic against me
Faggitt

Okay, I draw a basic blueprint and use those to make a crossbow

OOC: okay then...

*Outside a bar with Akira*
"I wouldn't go to a bar for a first date, maybe to hang out..."
*desperately trying not to laugh*

The bar is alive with the sound of hard base, a dank party going on inside with fluorescent lights and glowing vodka shots.


You make a nasty, rotten, malfunctioning piece of ass.
Which is better than expected.

"What did I say about no ideas, max?"

I give it a machine spirit and turn it into a toaster

You all know what cums next

heheauehuaehuahaeuhaehueahueahueahaehuae

Woop

"You may be a nice guy, but right about now, that is the last thing on my mind"

Ooc: *the machine spirit howls in rage at being imprisoned in such a device, it promptly explodes into parts under the tension, embedding huge splinters in your face*

A bouncer comes up to the both of you.
"10 creds to get in" he says, his face looking like it belongs on a malformed ogryn.

OOC: *Screaming* PLEASE NOT THE FACE!

Also my guy is already taken

he has a toaster wife and 2 toaster children

"Each, or for the two of us?"

"Cos it's ya first time, I'll let you off easy... 10 for the both of ya"

"A pleasure sir" *hands over 10 creds and walks in, dragging max*

You see many dancing people, drunk out of their minds on high power spirits.
One of them vomits on a lady, getting thrown out by 2 muscle guards.
You can see the bar, a few people sitting there with drinks.

Anyone who looks particularly a) gang worthy b) like a good meat shield who would be really cheap?

There are a few Juves (young bloods) who would be cheap, but not experienced.
And there are a few rough looking characters who might be interested.

*wanders over to one of the tough looking guys* "hey. You lookin for work?"

He turns around, his grey hair and scarred features giving him a veteran appearance.
His clothes look worn and beaten, a leather jacket and a bandolier filled with stub revolver bullets.
"Depends on how much your willing to pay"

*pulls up a chair* "hear me out on the job first why don't ya. Then we talk creds."

"Sure"

"I'm looking for... Experienced guys to lead some young blood kids... Set up something a little more organised than this... Pathetic excuse for gangs around here... Name your price."

"20 creds a week"

"That sounds good enough to me, got any friends who would take up the same offer?"

"They died" he says grimly.

"Shit, sorry man... How? Arbites?"

"No, they went into the lower levels and didn't come back"

"....what level...?" *her voice slightly wavering*

"The underlevel"

"Why would they go that low? There's mutants and emperor knows what else"

"Creds, the stuff down there can earn you the big ones"

OOC: I'm at dinner, I'll be a while

"Ain't worth it if ya ask me... Plenty if ways to make it up here, anyway, I'm gonna go round up some of these kids, you wanna come with... Er, never got ya name"

Ooc: aright

"Lightfield" he says as he downs his drink.

*at the bar because he doesn't like people*

OOC: how would one go about increasing their gun handling/marksmanship skills??
Apart from me heading back to the upper levels and joining the PDF/doing the gun training classes

OOC: hey Lilentos.....your guy shall have a glorious mission that will please the omnissiah!
My guy shall tell you of it when he finds out that you're mechanicus

OOC: Thats my plan actually
To infiltrate the mechanicum and fuck them all over from this inside

All their relic toasters will be mien!