Hive warfare.

"Come on max, we can recruit the first idiots who try to mug us"

"Supposing there's someone dumb enough to try and mug is"
OOC: sorry!

"Someone will... We just have to look a little vulnerable"

"Vulnerable..."

"Yes, that thing where you don't have a gun" *as she says this she does up her coat so you cannot see her revolver*

"You can't see my gun"
*taps on the holster under his coat*

raeven 
y u no reply in horus heresy thing

He's not here

No one seems to talk to you, wanting to avoid getting into the eyes of trouble.
At least, unit one man gestures for you to knock on apartment 34, 23, and 67.
He says he can only do this as he hurries off, his mange heard and greying, wiry hair making him look like a disgruntled madman.

I fell asleep! Sorry guys!

Tis ok

"....trap?"

"Probably, fuck it why not" *heads off to the first address*

At 34, you knock at the door to see a middle aged man, with tribal tattoos on his face, like a skull or something.
"What do you want?" He says, lighting a cigarette and inhaling its fumes.

"Fuck knows, some half crazy old man said to come here, thought, fuck it, why not?"

He gives you a croaky chuckle, smoke pouring from his mouth.
"I see what your doing, and I'll join on yar gang friend; on the condition that I'm paid 20 creds, per week mind"

OOC: 45 total per week if you accept

*I knock on the second door*

You get answered by a empty room, dingy and covered in ornate looking ornaments, covered in strange runes.
"Down here" says a gravelly voice, like sandpaper being rubbed on a chalkboard.
You look down to see a very short humanoid, with a oversized nose and a thick orange beard.
"Whaddya want" he says, unimpressed. He is also wearing a cream spacesuit looking thing, but without the helmet.

"Hmmm, you got any buddies back there who'll take the same offer?"

"I have, and they would be more than willin"

"To offer you a job"

OOC: Squat?!

Ooc: you know your fluff.

"A job? Like what?" Says the squat, rubbing his beard.

" how many? And how well armed? I'll only pay 20 creds a week for a guy with a gun"

"4 others would be willing, and they are experienced in the art of killing"

OOC: FECKIN SQUAT!!

"How would you like to join a gang? Weekly pay, a bed should you need it, interested?"

don't forget me raeven :P

He ponders it for a moment.
"Sounds reasonable, as long as I'm not on the first line"

"Sounds good, how much do you charge?"

"15 creds sound reasonable?"

suddenly, genestealers
none of you survive

" 'tis"

Ooc: there's a time.


"Then I'm in!" He says with glee, rubbing his hands together.

"Get your lads together, meet me here tomorrow" *hands him a price of paper with the warehouses adress*

*smirks*
"Than welcome to the family, how shall I go about contacting you?"

"Alright missy, we'll be there" he says before closing the door.

The squat hands you a holo slate, cheap but effective, upon its surface is his contact details.

"Thank you"

"Tomorrow I presume?" Says the squat man.

"Yeah, I'll send you the details"

"I look forward too it" he says before closing the door, the sound of clattering metal inside.

*I return to Akira*

"Any luck?"

"5 burly blokes"

"Nice, I've got an abhuman. Shall we visit the last address?"

"We got 60 creds budget left, why not?"

"Or we can buy some new weapons and ammunition"

Ooc: at the moment, a extra guy might be better than a few extra guns.

I am so so so so so sorry

Err

I have seen some shit todayy