The Barbed Hook

The footprints are quite numerous, suggesting multiple contacts

They enter the building, and reach the command center

"More people in exactly the same armour...do you guys not employ different variants for different weapons?"

*he crouches down* "i'd say about 20 contacts, maybe more..." +Squad Alpha i need your assistance to the east of the drop zone+ *he turns to ragnar* "Honoured brother, do you wish to accompany me?"

Lyanna: we do, though why does that matter?

"I don't know, you all wear near identical armour.that would make distinguishing who does what hard"

she shrugs

OOC: Hello, I have returned.

"So where to?"

ello

IC Lyanna: through there *gestures to a door they have reached*

"Thank you"

"Good luck. Catch you later maybe?"

"Maybe"
*He knocks and opens the door*

+enter+

*He walks in and closes it*

there are four guards in modified armour with volkite weaponry. in the middle, at a large multi screen computer, stands a man in grey officer's uniform, who bears a striking resemblance to peter cushing

*He waits for the officer to talk*

"Alright lets cut to the chase. who are you and what do you want?"

"Lucius Greyden, I'm a mercenary and seeing as you're at war. I figured I'd offer my services"

"Mercenary eh? what are your skills"

ooc: oh hey cow

"Depends on what you need me to do, I can pilot near enough anything, handle any weapon, need a sniper eliminating HVTs? I'm your man. What sort of soldier are you looking for?"

"Well, Greyden, 3 questions. firstly how skilled are you at reconnaissance?"

"Better than a vindicare"

"A vindicare is not used for recon, but I get your point. Second, how do I know you are trustworthy?"

"I have no loyalty to any existing group beyond those who hire me. That and I have a score to settle with the Space Wolves"

"Good enough, for now. And what do you want in return?"

"Weapons and gear, don't really have a need for money at the moment"

"Such as?"

"Weapons that are either rare or powerful, and armour that has unique properties"

"What sort of properties?"

"Shields, magical shit, archeotech, you get what I mean?"

he laughs
"Fanciful nonesense outside of the primarchs"

"You'd be surprised, I'm more interested in weapons anyway"

"What sort of weaponry? volkite perhaps? phosphex?"

"Either or"

"talk to the quartermaster, then return to me"

"As you command, sir"

"Sir already? *chuckles*"

"Well, you just hired me"

"I suppose so. Well then. Dismissed."

*He salutes and walks out*

the guards open the door for him

"He walks out*

they close the door behind him

"Well that was fun"
*He wanders off in search of the quartermaster*

the guards glance at him momentarily

"Where is the quartermaster?"

*dotdotdot*

ooc: right, if there are people to make interaction with, then i shall

OOC:Oh.....right armoury
/Activates retconnian\


Hi Nerus

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